Page 54 of The Secret Club
“Wait until you see it. It looks fucking perfect. Lift yourarms,” James commands and I do as he asks. He lowers my lace camisole gently over my arms and head and then down across my body. He then helps me into my blouse before doing up the buttons on the front. He most certainly brushes my nipples, on many occasions. “Stand up.”
I swing my legs over and hop off the bed. James begins to undo my jeans’ button, then the zip and then pulls them over my hips and my bottom before pulling them off each leg. I look at him questionaly, but he doesn’t say a word. He stands, throws the jeans over his chair and pulls my thong down. “James!” I cry out.
“You need these off for your next tattoo.”
“Why, where is it going to be?”
“On your pussy.”
“What?!”
“On your pussy lips to be exact.”
This answer renders me completely speechless. Behind me Bronson has covered the chair with a long tissue covering like they have at a doctor’s. I don’t know whether to be turned on because of James’ behaviour or mortified that I have to lie back and let this stranger see and tattoo my most intimate parts.
“Hop back onto the bed again Rosie. This time you can sit up but I need you to bend your right leg at the knee so you’re open towards me.” To my horror, he’s holding a razer and begins to shave my right pussy fold. I go to close my eyes but decide to instead glare at James. This was a mistake to look over at him because the heat in his eyes is molten. He is enjoying watching this man shave me. I can’t be turned on by this, I don’t want my desire to leak out of me. I have to look away from James and instead try and focus on what Bronson is doing.
He’s finished shaving me now, he puts the razor down and picks up another rose on transfer paper. He sticks it to my skin before gently pulling it away and leaving a blue ink design of a rose and now I see James’ name along the stem. I watch asBronson reaches for the tattoo gun and begins working on me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine James bringing me to a tattoo parlour and insisting I have his name branded onto me, on mypussy.
Thirty minutes later Bronson has covered over my second tattoo and James is helping me back into my clothes. I am flush with emotions I don’t really know what to do with. Am I happy or angry? They are both warring in my brain. I’m fine about the tattoos, turned on even. It’s just the full exposure that has got me in knots. It wasn’t even a bad experience. It was just an unexpected one.
James helps me carefully step back into my jeans and I shimmy them back up over my butt and hips. Bronson is tidying up and then gestures for us to follow him back out to reception where James pays him. Bronson hands over some cream to apply on the tattoos which James snatches up. “I’ll be applying this lotion, thanks Bronson.” I blush and say thanks to Bronson. I’m not sure if I ever want to see him again or not. I follow James down the stairs and back into the alleyway. I am about to ask James what that was really all about when he turns to me, pushing me up against the wall and holds onto my chin, angling my face up to his. “Now every mother fucker who pays for your body knows exactly who you belong to. You are mine Rosie Bell and now you have the branding on your body to prove it,” James growls the words into my ears, his voice is husky and dripping with possessiveness.
Has the Charity job tipped him over the edge?I wonder.
“Who do you belong to Rose Petal?”
“I-I,” I stutter.
“Who!” James demands.
“You, James, I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” he purrs in my ear, his face so close to my face I wonder if he’s going to lean in and bite me considering the intensity in his expression. “Now I no longer have to leavehickeys over your body to lay my claim. You looked fucking stunning open wide for that guy whilst he tattooed you. If I thought he’d allow it, I would have got my cock out and stroked it watching him tattoo your pussy and when he’d finished I would have come down the back of your throat to brand that also.
“James,” I say as he grinds his stiff length into my stomach. Despite the unusual circumstance of getting two new tattoos, I would do it again if this is how James reacts and makes me feel.
“I would lift you up and fuck you now if I hadn’t just got your pussy tattooed,” James whispers in my ear as electricity courses through my body straight to my clit. I actually wish we could do it right now. Instead, he leans even closer and kisses me with such ferocity my head bangs into the wall behind me. Pulling back he says, “Instead, I need to calm down with the knowledge my name is now on your body and we have a table booked around the corner for dinner. We may as well make the most of the babysitter whilst we have the chance.”
I breathe deeply trying to catch my breath from our kiss. I am all kinds of flustered and horny. I’d prefer to grab a hotel room right now but that is likely not the best move now I have two tattoos I need to look after. So instead, I pat my hair down, take James’ hand and together we walk back out of the alleyway and towards a nice dinner for just the two of us. “We should do this more often,” I say as we get to the Italian restaurant.
“Tattoo your pussy?” James smiles as I gasp and elbow him in the ribs. “Because I’m down for it any day of the week. Although I think I really do need to find someone who will let me fuck your mouth whilst they tattoo your cunt.” And with that, he pushes open the door and I’m flustered as I make my way inside, hot and horny all over again.
26
It’s been four weeks of working, healing my tattoos, not being a playmate, not shaving and organising two kids’ birthday parties because my little angels were born two years and two weeks apart. Life is busy, chaotic and normal. The only thing missing is the worry about paying our bills. I should be thinking about my impending Charity Job, but I have decided to push it to the back of my mind until the time is upon me. I decided not to take any other playmate jobs in the lead up, I wanted to spend more time with my family and I was about to earn more money than my wildest dreams. And the fresh tattoo meant I’d had to take a break from sex even with James. Plus, I was hairy everywhere and it didn’t feel very sexy.
Frank is collecting me and driving me two hours away at 7am. I have been tossing and turning all night. My dreams are filled with disjointed conversations and worries. Every time I wake up, I fall back to sleep and another nightmare enters my subconscious. At 5am I decide to start just waking myself up and mentally preparing myself for the week ahead. I’m excited and nervous, I’ve been trying to keep both emotions under wraps but they are now strumming through my mind and body.My stomach gurgles and my heart pounds. What will happen to me? Will I cope? What will they look like? Will they be kind to me? Gentle? Will they push my limits too much? Will I have to use my safe word?
I slowly climb out of bed but James’ arm reaches out and pulls me back. “Don’t go Rosie, stay and snuggle, I want to make the most of you before I give you up for the week.” I smile at his sleepy tone and climb back into bed. I lie my head on his chest and curl around the side of him, he rests his arm around me and holds me close. “I’m going to miss you, Rose Petal.”
“I’m going to miss you too.” My voice fills with emotion.
“You’re going to be fine. More than fine. You’re going to have the time of your life, I bet,” James says into my hair.
“I hope so. I’ve been trying not to think about it.”
“Me too.”
