Page 7 of The Tenth Muse

Her little gasp made me smirk.

God, I’d missed teasing her. I’d missed being a Domme, too. It had been too long since I’d had someone so obedient in bed, someone who knew exactly how to give and take.

I adjusted my position on the bed, moving so that I was kneeling between her legs. I grabbed a hold of her thighs, and pulled her back so that she moved up onto her knees instead of lying flat. Her ass cheeks were dark red, some bruising forming already.

But I knew that she wanted more.

Before that, though, I wanted a little taste of her wet pussy. I wanted to have her on my tongue, to know just how turned on she was for me.

I took a moment to admire all of her tattoos. I reached up, dragging my nails down her back. My gaze traced the intricate lines, the different colors that inked her thighs, arms, and upper back. Roses and thorny vines all twisted together into an artistic piece that I couldn't help but admire.

“Some of these are new,” I said.

Jenna nodded. “I kind of have an addiction to tattoos.”

“Well, that's not new,” I teased.

“Do you like them?” she asked, her voice holding a note of insecurity.

“Of course I like them, silly. How could I not? They're beautiful just like you. Just like you always have been.”

Her shoulders tensed, and that familiar ache burst in my chest again. The one that would never go away, and certainly wouldn't after tonight. Why were we even doing this? Why were we torturing ourselves this way?

I paused in studying her tattoos and scowled, leaning closer to her right ass cheek. “What is this? This tattoo?”

Jenna tensed and started to move. “Oh, uh, that is?—”

“Is that a bite mark? Tattooed on your ass?”

She tried to roll away, but I grabbed her hips and forced her to stay put.

“Who’s fucking bite mark is this, Jenna?”

She tried to move again, but I slapped her ass hard with a hiss.

“Stop that and answer me.”

Jenna buried her face into the blankets. “Yours.”

What? My mouth dropped and I sat back, staring at the mark. I wouldn’t have even noticed it, but her ass was in my face, and it couldn’t be missed.

“You … you tattooed my bite mark on your ass.”

“I did …”

Her voice was faint. I reached up and grabbed her crimson hair, pulling her head up. “Why on earth would you do that? And how? And when?”

“I’m embarrassed,” she groaned.

“Jenna,” I growled.

“Last time we were together, you bit me and it left a mark so I took a picture and got it tattooed. I don’t know, I was just … I just wanted it. I’m sorry, I?—”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s …”

It was really fucking hot. It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done.

I let out a slow breath and closed my eyes, recentering myself.

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