Primal Pursuit

I press my lips together, hard. And from above me, Jackson wipes the area.

“So, uh…what’s your name, again?”

“Poppy, or Rabbit,” Davian answers on my behalf, his dirtbag tone washing over me.

“Poppy,” says Jackson, slightly uncertain. “I’m going to work from here, and the side. I’m used to strange positions to get the tattoo right?—”

“Bro, I trust you,” Davian says. “And she…well, she doesn’t entirely trust me, which is why she has her word, but I’m not getting that sweet, pristine skin messed up by someone subpar.” I can almost see Davian shrug. “So, in this, you’re trusted.”

“Which ink?” Jackson asks.

“That one.” Davian pauses, and the chair scrapes again. He speaks from behind me, and considering where his voice comes in from, he’s sitting. “Are you sure you don’t want to use your word, Rabbit?”

I don’t speak, and he laughs.

“Go ahead, Jackson.”

The cool spray of the green soap hits my skin, and its scent pierces the air. It’s right above my ass, and the area feels at once tiny and huge.

Something scrapes over my skin in a pattern or shape, but I can’t tell what it is, because the moment the needle comes down, the vibrator begins to purr on low and I don’t know how to deal.

Everything comes at me.

The pain, the pleasure, the agonizing tease of Davian’s torture device in me. It’s Bluetooth operated, and he’s operating the fuck out of the vibrator.

I’m so full. To the brim. The plug in my ass makes the one in my pussy seem to grow and take up room as it vibrates—even low, the build-up is quick. It’s a three-pronged assault. My clit, my G-spot. My A-spot. I can feel the vibrator rub against the thin lining separating it from the plug, and I’m over-full, over-turned-on, and with the relentlessstab, stabof the tattoo gun, I moan.

He told me not to come, but it rushes up and?—

The vibrator turns off.

“No, darling Rabbit. I control your orgasms. And right now, you don’t deserve one. You snuck one in.”

“You made me come,” I say, a whine sneaking into my voice. My pussy throbs and clenches at the vibrator, and I almost beg him to let me come.

“Look at you, filthy, dirty, stuffed to the gills. It’s a pretty fucking hot sight. You full, me in control. I own that fucking pussy. I own your ass. Say it.”

“No.”

The tattoo gun works away.

“Say it, sweet little rabbit. Wiggle your tiny tail and beg, and I’ll let you come. As an extra incentive, I might let you sit on my face and grind into me. Come on my face.”

His voice, his words, it’s like liquid all over my skin, licking at my thighs, my sex.

“In fact, Iwantyou to writhe on me, clamp me with your thighs as you squirt.”

“Davian,” I say, clenching my jaw. “Stop.”

“I’ll finger fuck you, use the ass vibe I got and make you come so fucking hard you’ll pass out. You can even try to kill me while we do it. How about that?”

I come.

I come so hard and violently that I shake in the straps. I strangle myself and cough and splutter. My head spins, mymind stuffed so full of this moment I can’t think of anything but the bliss and the need and Davian. I want more.

There’s a snapping silence as Jackson wipes over the part of the tattoo he’s done, and he breathes out. “That…that is fucking hot as shit. But, man, come on. I’m working, tone it down.”

“Be fucking on the ball,” Davian says. “And make sure you don’t fuck it up. She might come again. She’s got a mind of her own.”