Page 138 of Caution to the Wind

Fuck, that was hot.

Being pinned down by his big hands while he inked whatever he wanted into my skin.

Like he owned me.

Like I was his to do what he wanted with.

A little sigh escaped my parted lips, and I realized I was panting.

Axe-Man cursed. “Fuck, this is turnin’ you on, isn’t it?”

When I didn’t answer other than to cant my hips up a little, he growled.

“I can smell how wet you are,” he told me darkly as he turned off the gun, placed it on the rolling table, and took my waistband in both hands.

I shivered as he slowly peeled my leggings farther down my thighs until they were caught around my knees. He ran his knuckles along the underside of my ass and down one thigh, then back up the other, repeating the process until I shivered.

“I touch your pretty pussy, you gonna be wet from this?” he questioned casually as if he wasn’t torturing me.

I choked on a groan and nodded, hiding my face in the crook of my arm.

“From the pain or from the fact I was the one givin’ it to you?”

Another shiver rattled my spine and made the tenderness of my newly tattooed skin flare up. “You,” I admitted.

“Yeah,” he agreed on a long growl, finally sliding his knuckles into the narrow lane between my thighs and up into my wet pussy. “Jesus, soakin’ wet.”

He coated his knuckles in my slick, back and forth, before shocking me by smoothly sinking two fingers deep inside me. I whimpered at the stretch and then gasped as he twisted those thick digits so they rubbed against that bundle of nerves inside me.

“Stay still while I fuck you,” he reprimanded when I automatically started gyrating on his hand. “Show me you can be a good girl.”

I cursed as I pushed my ass back into him. “More, please.”

“Greedy,” he accused, but he didn’t sound angry.

He sounded pleased.

Just two fingers fucking inside me while I lay prone on a tattoo chair, but I was already close to coming for him.

“Still,” he ordered, pressing down on opposite butt cheek from the new tattoo. “Or do I need to tie you down?”

A shiver ripped through me on a keening noise I maybe should have been embarrassed by. But with Axe-Man, I felt no shame, only the kind of desire that raged through me like an out of control wildfire.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and I pulled my face out of my arm just in time to watch him pull his tee over his head by the back of the neck.

His huge torso was densely packed with muscles that had been developed over a life time, bulky and heavy. I wanted to bite into every ridge of his abs, test the strength of his bulging biceps with my teeth, press my fingers into those lats until they bore my fingertip bruises. The colourful tattoos stamped over nearly every inch of that beautiful canvas had been added to over the years, and I was hungry to catalogue each and every one.

He moved around to the front of the chair and squatted down, his gaze burning into mine.

“Give me your hands, Rocky,” he ordered.

I would’ve done it anyway, but calling me Rocky was the magic word. Soundlessly, I offered him my wrists and watched as he bound them securely in his tee under the chair back. His grin was wicked when he tested them and realized I was pinned and at his mercy.

“I’m gonna play with your sweet cunt for a while,” he told me, almost conversationally. “Work you open so you can take my cock. Then I’m gonna use you to make myself come and when I do it, I’m gonna blow just under this sweet new tatt I’ve given you.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I want to feel every inch of your naked cock filling me up.”

Axe-Man pressed his thumb to my parted mouth, tracing the shape of it with the rough pad before he straightened. His groin was at my eye level as he slowly undid his belt, flicked open the button on his jeans, and slid down the zipper. I was panting by the time he peeled open the denim to reveal the thick length of his cock behind the black cotton. When he stepped forward to press himself to my face, I groaned as I breathed in his scent through the fabric and mouthed at the ridge of his dick.