Page 23 of The Black Lotus
He turns his tattoo gun back on, immediately pressing a button on his watch which has the toy buzzing to life in my panties. My hips shift, begging to find the missing friction. I groan, pulling against my restraints.The vibration alone won’t bring me to my climax.
The mixture of the color, which is way more painful than the linework, matches the vibrations of the toy, setting my body on fire in a delicious way. My hips find a pace, hitting just the right spot and my back arches slightly, matching the motion of the gun against my skin.
“Look at you, trembling underneath my needle,” he says as the tattoo gun continues to penetrate my skin over and over. “Tell me, are you trembling from the pain or the pleasure I bring you?” He asks, his eyes never leaving the spot he’s coloring on my leg.
My teeth chatter as I answer, “Both.”
I don’t know what to concentrate on, but the pleasure from the vibrator overpowers the sting of the needle. My toes curl as Aster works on my leg, turning the pressure up a notch,but it’s too much!My body convulses as Aster turns off the toy, my orgasm ripped away from me.
“Aster! What the fu-” My words are stolen, my panties ripped away as something fills me completely. My entire being focuses on the pleasure pouring through me, my orgasm blasting through me the moment his hand moves, a stronger vibration torturing my clit. “Oh, fuck! Aster,” I pant. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Come all over this toy, vixen. Imagine it’s my cock filling you. Scream for me; I want your voice.”
He pumps the toy in and out, the needle picking up its pace at the same time, and I do as he commands. My legs shake and my breathing turns erratic as my vision blurs and he pulls the vibrator out of me.
“Is this even sanitary?” My teeth chatter from the cold sensation that envelops me, my body not knowing how to react to what it’s being put through.
“I’m wearing gloves and the hand I’m tattooing with isn’t anywhere near the mess you're making,” he reassures me.
“How are you even doing both at once?”
“You let me worry about the skills you didn’t know I had and focus on coming all over me.”
Swipe!
“Fuck!” I grunt, the pain tearing my high from me. “Please tell me we’re almost done.”
“Halfway there, baby; you’re doing so good. But I will have you screaming for me again before we’re finished.”
Before I have a chance to ask what he means, he thrusts the toy back into me and I buck off the table, too sensitive to handle anymore. “Aster,” I gasp, “I can’t.” Tears flood my eyes.
He places his hand on my lower abdomen, my pussy tightening around the toy. “You can. And you will.”
In. Out. The toy goes tortiously slow, pleasure melding into pain, my cunt sore, unable to go on, desperate for a break. But, true to his word, just as the needle presses against my skin once more, he quickens his pace with the toy.
Sending shock wave after shock wave of pleasure through my system. This pain isn’t as delicious as the other times he’s sent my body into another world, lighting every nerve on fire. The sensation from the rubber cock wars with the now pleasurable needle, confusing my body and blending the two sensations into one. I don’t think my body will be able to get off without some type of pain accompanying it. Which worries me since I really enjoy sex with Aster, but adding knife or blood play into it every time, I don’t think my body could handle that kind of scarring.
“Your blood glistens so beautifully against your tortured skin.”
I glance at Aster's beautifully concentrated face. His eyes are dark with unhinged desire, his brows pinched in concentration and pain. I can tell he wants to taste me, his eyes glancing at my glistening cunt as his tongue slowly traces his bottom lip. Blood and cum, his favorite combination, but he’s restraining himself. Trying to quickly finish the tattoo without compromising his vision.
I’m on the verge of finishing again myself.
The needle stops buzzing just as I explode. My body spasms, euphoria consuming me, locking my body in place. I want to look at my tattoo, I want to see what magic Aster has created, but my body trembles, stuck in the position I’ve been in for hours.
“Hold my hand,” he says, unlocking my restraints as I wrap my fingers around his, slowly sitting up while his other hand rests on my back.
I look down at my leg, seeing splashes of colors that blend seamlessly together.I’m surprised all the movements I was making didn’t make it look like a blob. I lift my leg ever so slightly to get a better look, almost getting a charley horse from bending my body in ways it rejects after being tied up across Aster’s table, so I stop and impatiently wait.
The design I chose embodies our journey together, and although it hasn't been long, it has been memorable and traumatic. Having it tattooed on me forever shows the commitment I am making to not only Aster, but to myself.We are partners in crime now, and even if we are taken from one another in this life, we will find each other in the next. Nothing and no one can separate us from each other. He is my fox, and I am his vixen. We will eliminate anyone in our path, forging our own way through this world.
Helping me off the table, Aster walks me to the full length mirror in the corner of the attic. I nearly collapse seeing his beautiful artwork on my leg, my hands covering my mouth as tears threaten to fall.
“Oh, Aster...” I whisper, turning around to face him. “It’s perfect.”
He swipes a tear from my cheek, kissing the spot gently, turning me back to face the mirror as he wraps his arms around my waist so we look at the piece together. It’s a blue rose next to a black lotus with spots of purple bridging the middle. The rose is wrapped in barbed wire all the way down to the stem, an outline of a black and white sheep with spots of watercolor red resting at the bottom, and the lotus appears pristine, except for a few bruised petals, with a sitting fox in a wash of reds, oranges, and yellows at the base.
“I wanted to add some red on the lamb to show how you’ve always had a taste for blood,” Aster says, booping the tip of my nose.
