Page 45 of Playing with Forever

“Yep.” I removed the dark blue dress shirt I’d worn to work, then took a seat while Mike put various supplies on a silver tray.

Andrea peered at the artwork in question, a sunset over the ocean. “What’s the meaning of that one?” she asked, now that she knew I was open to talking about my tattoos, all of which were black and white, no color.

“This one I did to remind myself of the beauty in the ocean,” I said, watching as her gaze tracked over more of my tattoos. “After my time in the Navy and being at sea, I kind of struggled to find the good parts of that environment. To remember how it’s teeming with life, and power, and how we’re… kind of insignificant, at the end of the day. The ocean will still chew you up and spit you back out if she chooses.”

Andrea gave me a soft, teasing smile. “Calling the ocean a ‘she’ like a true sailor.”

Time to address my idea…“So, have you ever heard of cockwarming?”

Andrea blinked at me, and the unexpected shift in topic. “What?”

“Cockwarming,” I repeated, holding her gaze, fascinated by the flicker of something very curious I glimpsed in her eyes. “Do you know what that is?”

Mike looked amused but said nothing, settling onto a stool next to my chair and keeping his head down as he prepped his tattoo machine.

Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink. “Um, yes, I’ve heard of it before, in my romance novels,” she said hesitantly, and glanced over at Mike. “But I’ve never…well, done it before.”

“Eyes on me, Andrea,” I said, exerting that same low, authoritative dom voice I used during our playtime together.

Her gaze snapped back to mine, her eyes wide and startled, as if realizing where this was heading. That yes, I’d just established that we were entering a scene. I couldn’t help the smirk that lifted the corner of my mouth. I’d respect if Andrea declined this very explicit request, but I had a feeling that my feisty girl would rise to the challenge.

“You know I like the pain,” I said, my voice deep and low.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, her breathing changing, slow and deep.

I tilted my head toward Mike, who was going about his business, acting like I wasn’t about to get my cock sucked while he worked on my arm. “This is the guy who did my piercings. He knows how I react to that pain. I figure why should I sit here and get hard and not be able to do anything about it…when I have you here? You can kneel between my feet and keep my cock nice and warm in that pretty mouth of yours while I get tattooed.”

Her darkened eyes went to Mike again, then quickly back to me, as if remembering my earlier order. “Even in front of…him?”

She swallowed hard, and despite seeming unsure in the moment, the way her nipples had hardened against her blouse told me just how much the idea aroused her, which was why I pushed a little harder.

“Yes. In front of him.” My cock already felt heavy between my legs, throbbing at the possibility of fulfilling one of my own depraved fantasies. “It’s no different than if we used an open room at the club.”

Andrea seemed to mull that over in her head. I was already so fucking hard I was straining the seam of my black slacks, just thinking of indulging the pain and the pleasure of Andrea all at once. Getting tattooed was almost meditative in its pain for me, and to also have my cock enveloped in her warm, soft mouth at the same time…

I waited for her reply, the anticipation killing me. And then I saw it, that straightening of her shoulders and that determined, steely look in her eyes when I issued a dare. I couldn’t help but grin. I knew she’d never back down from a challenge, and I fucking love that I was going to be the first to teach her this kink.

She lifted her chin. “Fine, but I want a cushion to kneel on or my knees will be killing me.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough. I’m sure Mike has something that will work.”

Mike finally acknowledged that he was listening in with a laugh. “I have just the thing.”

He retrieved a thick, black leather pad for Andrea to kneel on, and she positioned herself between my spread legs. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock just from looking at her like this, the perfect submissive about to obey my orders.

Slowly, teasing me with a confidence she hadn’t had when we’d first gotten together, Andrea undid my pants and pulled my cock out. Her fingers tightened around my shaft as she waited for me to guide her.

“Cockwarming means just that,” I told her. “You’re keeping my cock warm in your mouth. No sucking me off.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, a bit cheekily.

Mike finished prepping the area. “Ready?” he asked me.

“Ready.”

Andrea lowered her mouth over the head of my cock the moment the needle touched my skin. I groaned—how could I fucking not—and struggled to stay still as the beautiful pain and pleasure hit me at the same time. I breathed deeply and evenly, sinking into both simultaneously. She had only part of me in her mouth at first. I was thick, my girth stretching her lips wide to accommodate me.

Andrea’s palms rested on my thighs, giving her too much leverage to push away if things got too intense, which I decided wouldn’t do.

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