Page 58 of Study Games

Then I left her with a tender kiss behind her ear, drawing a whimper from her, and went to collect the bag she hadn’t seen beside the door.

My inks and tattoo equipment wasn’t cheap crap, but though I might call myself an artist, this wasn’t my best medium. I might be covered in the stuff, though most of that was professionally done by others. The few attempts I had at myself were covered up by other designs, bar a few.

Tonight, I knew what I wanted to do, and she’d put up with it.

“Trust me,” I whispered as I prepared her skin without telling her anything else. “And don’t move.” I didn’t have a stencil, and I’d be free handing it.

She rested her head to one side, not watching me or asking anything and I took the additional sign of trust as a massive step in the direction I needed her mindset to be in.

Sucking in a long breath, I started my work. Her face scrunched and she let out some of the cutest noises but she didn’t wriggle, didn’t pull away apart from one or two reflex actions, and behaved so beautifully for me.

I took my time, and did the work I needed across the back of one thigh and higher up, knowing how tender the flesh was there.

She shuddered as I finished, and cleaned her up, grabbing a mirror to show her over her shoulder, but she was way ahead of me as always.

“It's the bee’s flight pattern. The one you fixed in my book,” she mumbled, almost sleepily into the pillows.

“Yeah.” I sat back, stunned she’d been able to pick that out amongst all the other sensations, and on her first time.

She giggled. “You’re not subtle, Jax.”

“Apparently not.” I kissed her shoulder. “Am I forgiven?”

“I thought you were going to fuck me.”

“We don’t all get what we want.”

“But it is your turn to beg.”

“Yes, Queen. It is.” I paused as I finished packing my things away and rested my hands on the pillows either side of her head to kiss along her neck and shoulders.

“That feels good,” she sighed, settling in.

“You like that, huh?” I reached below her and pulled a string to release her arms.

She shifted those out to stretch but not that far, still tucked into a ball. “All of it. Love it. Like I love you.”

I froze at the murmured confession. “All that, huh?”

I tried to make light of her words, and step away, but she wasn’t having it.

“Get back here, Jax,” her tone turned stern.

“I need to clean up.” It wasn’t a lie. I needed a moment.

Or ten.

She loved me. I knew truth when I heard it, and she gave me everything I wanted. So why was I hiding from her in a tiny bathroom when she was lying on pillows I arranged carefully in the other room?

A knock on the door told me she was most definitely not waiting where I left her at all. “Jax.”

“Nearly done,” I lied, cleaning my hands as fast as I could with limited supplies, and no intention of ruining their bathroom.

“Let me in.” She jiggled the door I thought I’d locked and popped it open.

“Aren’t you the little criminal.” I turned to face her all blitzed out and a little wild haired. She was naked from the waist down and her blouse hung in shreds between her breasts, exposing their sweeping curves I wanted to pinch and squeeze.

Still looked sexy as all fuck to me.

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