Page 53 of The Secret Club
“Just up these stairs,” James says as he turns right where there is an open doorway and leads me up the stairs. I look around and the whole staircase is covered in graffiti art. Not the trespassers type of graffiti, this looks commissioned.
At the top of the stairs James pushes open a door and leads me into a waiting room which is clearly the waiting room of a tattoo artist.
“You’re getting a tattoo?” I guess.
“You’re getting a tattoo,” James counters or was that commands?
“I’m getting a tattoo?” I repeat. “What tattoo am I getting?”
“You’re getting what I want tattooed on you.”
“Okay…” I trail off wondering if he’s lost his sweet mind. “Where?”
“You’ll see where.”
“Why are you being so cryptic?”
“Because I don’t want you to bail. If I keep it a surprise, you like surprises.”
“Why in the world would I bail?” I ask, my brows furrowing now.
“You might not. I own this beautiful body of yours, Rosie. I am about to have my branding on your body for everyone, including the eight men who are buying you for a week, to know who you belong to,” James says darkly in a low voice. He’s still holding my hand. We never hold hands. Does he actually think I’m going to run?
Before I can ask any more questions, a thick set man with tattoos covering 80% of his body comes out of a room at the back and walks towards us. He’s wearing jean overalls and a shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His head is shaved, and he has at least five piercings in both ears. “Rosie?” he enquires.
“Hi,” I reply, unsure what to say. I didn’t know I had an appointment until I turned up.
“Hi, I’m Bronson, lovely to meet you. And you must be James?”
James holds out his hand to shake with Bronson, who then turns and shakes mine also.
“Ok, if you’re ready, follow me, I have your designs ready to go.”
I look over at James who smiles coyly but gives nothing away. I have two choices right now. I can dig my heels in and make a fuss to find out exactly what and where I am getting a tattoo, or I can give in to this absurdness and allow James to have his way and brand me. I am learning towards option two because honestly, I want him to brand me, I want to see what he has chosen for me. This side of him makes my pussy flutter and my clit tingle. I like James in his possessive mode, I don’t see it very often, certainly not out in public.
“Ok Rosie, if you can hop onto the bed and remove your top and bra please.” My eyes flick over to meet James’ who has found himself a chair by the side of the wall. The tattoo chair is in the centre of the room.
“Here, you can place these over your nipples if that makesyou feel more comfortable.” Bronson passes me over two nipple stickers. Is that really going to make me feel better?
“I’m good thanks, unless you’d prefer I wear them?”
“I’m happy with whatever as long as you’re comfortable.”
I undo the buttons on my blouse and pull my arms out, I throw it over to James. Then I pull the lace black camisole off over my head and throw that to James. I sit perfectly still, naked from the waist up. My nipples pebble despite the warmth of the room. I feel exposed but not uncomfortable. Bronson is easy going and seems all about his job. It’s James whose baby blue eyes seem dark and hooded as he watches me.
“Ok I have the first one here ready. Rosie, if you can lie down with your right arm above your head, rest it up there on the headrest, I’m going to lower the seat so you’re lying down almost flat.”
I lift my arm as Bronson directs and feel the chair flatten out. I glance up to see the outline of a rose on a transfer before it is stuck on the side of my right breast.That isn’t so badI muse and lie back and watch Bronson work over my body, remarkably close to my nipple but never brushing it.
The tattoo hurts a little, but not too bad. It’s been a long time since I last got a tattoo. After thirty or so minutes Bronson seems to finish and straightens. “That’s the first one down.”
I raise my eyebrow at James.
“I’ve cling filmed this, you’ll need to try and keep it dry for a few days and put some cream on, which I’ll give you before you leave. James can help you put your tops on before we move on to your lower half.”
Whilst Bronson’s back is turned as he gets the next tattoo ready I assume, James stands up and whispers in my ear, “You look fucking beautiful over there, getting my name tattooed on your breast.”
“Is that what it is, a rose with your name?”
