Page 65 of Cross To Bear

His eyes met mine and he managed to look utterly vulnerable and completely savage in the same moment.

“That one day you’d be on my bench. That you’d look at me like you are now. That you’d ask me to tattoo you for real, wanting to wear my art on your body. You’d let me hurt you for art’s sake and please you for yours, and I’d force you to stay perfectly still as you came with my needle in your flesh.”

I wasn’t laughing anymore, not when I could see exactly what he was thinking. My eyes dropped down to take in the device, knowing the little wings would flutter, the large antennae would flicker over my clit and the bulbous protruding body would be pushed up inside me.

“I didn’t even fantasise about fucking you, about claiming you, because right then that required too great a suspension of disbelief. I just—”

“Yes.”

Sometimes it felt like I was talking to the bear, not the man, but right now there was something else inside me replying to him. “Do it, Bjorn. Do it for real. Ink the tattoo. Leave a mark that will sting, as long as you…”

“As long as I what?” Suddenly he was hanging over me, his hand slapping down on the bench beside my head. “As long as I what, Maddie?”

“Make it all better.”

I said that in a tiny little voice, not able to suck in a full breath right now, though I didn’t care. My chest might feel tight, my head spinning slightly, even as a small, cold part of me acknowledged that the risk was low right now, but the potential rewards… Just as he said, the wet spot in my underwear grew, right before he tore them off and tossed them to one side.

My legs were spread wide, my hips tilted back and I was as about as open as I could be, right as he fed the toy inside me. I hissed at the sudden intrusion, a little sore from last night, and that was when he flicked on the vibe.

“Oh!” My hips went to jerk up off the bench, the sensation of three different forms of stimulation sending arousal into a sharp spike, one that kept ratcheting higher and higher. “Oh fuck, Bjorn…”

“You said this is what you want.” His voice was a dark growl and his eyes no longer looked human as he forced me down flat on the bench. “You wanted to play this game, didn’t you?”

This was my out, to say I was done, that this was too much. That only a madwoman would get an unspecified tattoo done in an intimate place. But they made me mad, with their presence, their intensity, their…

Love.

That thought dropped like stone within me as my body fought his hold, and as he held me still, I was forced to just feel those waves of too intense pleasure. Again and again, the harsh buzz of the toy’s motor competing with the whine inside my head.

“Yes…” I panted out, staring into his eyes. “Yes, I want that.”

He muttered something about proper health and safety protocols, then he loaded the tattoo gun with ink and then set to work.

I was in overload.

The furious flicker of the toy and his fierce grip were at odds with each other, though all arguments were settled at the first application of the tattoo gun. Sharp pain blossomed, but confusingly, so did pleasure. It was as if pain receptors and endorphins were waging war inside my body and I didn’t know who’d win.

“Take a deep breath and slow it down.” Bjorn’s voice cut through the insane spiral that had me in its grip, creating a small space of calm I could cling to. “You hyperventilate and you’ll pass out on my table and you don’t want that.”

“Too… much…” I ground out.

“No, it’s not. Not for you, Maddie, because you’re so fucking perfect for me. You’re feeling real good, even when it hurts, aren’t you?”

It was as if by pointing this out, he settled the argument and pleasure rushed in to take surrendered ground, making my breath come much slower, but still in gusty gulps. Gods save me, I felt like I was about to come. As if sensing that, Bjorn nudged the toy, making it bear down rhythmically on my clit right as he went back to work. The pain became just a counterpoint, a reminder of how intense the pleasure was. I wanted it, wanted more, my hips needing to buck in time with the waves, even as he held me still.

“That’s it, Maddie girl.” His voice was a warm blanket and a huge hug, all at the same time. It wrapped itself around me, holding me close. “That’s my girl. This won’t take long. I only made the design small to make a point, but…”

His voice was trailing away or my comprehension of it was. I absently nodded along, feeling the wave cresting. I didn’t feel pleasure. The word was too small. So were ecstasy, bliss. It was as if every good thing in my life was happening all at the same time, filling me with this golden light, right before—

“Not yet.”

That same light swirled within his eyes as his gaze locked with mine. Someone whimpered. Was that me? “Soon, baby. When I’m done, you’re gonna come for me. That was the fantasy. I’d watch you fall apart in my dreams, but it’s nothing on the reality. Just hold it for me. You can do that. Hold on, because I’m almost done.”

Did he take five seconds or five years? I didn’t know. I was just hovering there, made of air and light and bright golden sparkles, but he anchored me to the earth with a thin rope of pain. My head felt like it was floating, getting further and further away, the closest feeling I could link it to was when I had to have a general anaesthetic. Nothing mattered, nothing other than him.

“Fuck, Maddie…”

The gun was dropped into the cart and it was shoved aside as Bjorn surged above me. His dick was freed again, slapping down on my stomach as he covered my body with his.

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