Page 18 of Sin City

jameson

Theprogressofthenew shop is coming together since I put my offer in, and it was accepted. The ink had not even dried on the contracts yet, and I already had a team in there demolishing the walls. I knew Aria was amazing at her job, and she crushed it by getting me this place. It is in a prime location in the heart of the city with plenty of foot traffic like she mentioned. Fuck me sideways, this place is going to be a hit here in Seattle and the artists I have hired are talented as fuck too. Never in a million years did I think I would be wanting to open another shop, let alone in another state all because I chased a woman down. But Aria is worth everything and more. I knew the moment I met her, the moment I touched her. Now, I have less than three months to prove to her that this marriage will work. There is that voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me that I am not worthy of her love. I am not worthy of anyone’s love because of what I have done in my past. But Aria makes me feel like I am.

I know very little about her last marriage because when it is brought up, she clams right up. There is something holding her back from truly letting herself be vulnerable. All I know is I want to show her that I am not like her small dick ex-husband. I will worship her. I will be the one in her corner cheering her on and not putting her down. I am not the most perfect man for anyone, but something about Aria makes me want to be the perfect one for her. She makes me feel like I matter and that I am not a royal fuck up. When she looks at me with her big green eyes, the whole world stops, and she is the only thing that matters. I would burn the world for this woman without blinking.

I am sitting on one of my artist’s chairs in the shop, looking over the paperwork, billing costs, supplier cost, and the many other items needed to open the shop, when I hear the door open. Aria walks in, and I am hard just at the sight of her. She has on her black skinny jeans that hug her mouthwatering curves with a crop white hoodie on, that is showing a sneak of her creamy stomach that I love to hold. An idea comes to mind, I lick my lips as my eyes roam down and up her body.

“Wife, what are you doing here?” I ask in a playful tone.

Smiling at me, she walks closer to me sitting at the desk looking around the space.

“Jameson, this place looks amazing. You have done so much in a short amount of time. You’re almost done.”

Sitting back in the chair, I cross my arms in front. “Well, when you have no budget, and you want to be done fast, you make it happen. I have more money than your average thirty-five-year-old man who moves to another state to track down his wife. Plus, the place did not need too much work.”

She rolls her eyes at my comment. “You’re welcome for finding this place. I knew it would be the perfect space and location.”

I get up out of the chair and move to stand in front of her. I grab her by the waist to bring her closer to me. I move my other hand to cup her face. My lips hover over hers. “Thank you, wife.” I don’t kiss her…yet. I am dying to taste her, but the plan I have is going to be much better…for both of us. Aria lets out a frustrated sigh.

I leave her standing there and walk over to one of the stations. Unlike Vegas, I am not having a separate room for me to tattoo clients. Yes, I have an office out back to do the paperwork, but I want to be out front just like all the other artists I have hired.

I am pulling out the items I am going to need, and I look over my shoulder. Aria is still standing where I left her with a look of confusion on her face as to what I am doing.

Chuckling to myself, I turn my head back. “Come here, Angel, I have something I want to show you.”

She lets out a deep sigh and walks to me. I can feel her standing behind me, next to the chair. I turn around. “Take your pants off.”

Licking her lips, she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down over her hips and thighs. She kicks off her shoes. Once they are off, she is standing there in her tiny red lace thong. I drag my thumb over my bottom lip and let out a deep growl of appreciation. Aria’s body is my drug of choice, and I am addicted. It’s all I think about, dream about, and obsess about.

I unbutton my jeans and pull them off, then I take my hoodie and shirt off as well. Standing in my briefs, my dick is dying to be released. Her eyes lower to my dick and she licks her lips. Smiling as I pull out the tray of supplies next to the chair. I sit down spreading my legs.

“Sit on my lap, Angel.”

Walking over to the chair, Aria straddles my lap facing me and I slap her ass before she sits down. She lets out a gasp.

“I am going to tattoo you right here.” I trace my finger lightly over her pubic bone and I see her skin break out into little goosebumps. “No moving once I start. Do you understand?” I peer up into her green eyes.

“What are you planning on doing?” She asks me with a smirk on her face.

“You will have to wait and see. Now, sit still.” I fire back.

“Or what?” She trails her fingers up my forearm.

I trail my eyes up to meet hers. They are a shade darker, a tell that she is horny. I sit down the tattoo gun, and I reach up to grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

“I will bend you over my knee and spank you for not doing as you’re told and for not behaving.” My lips are hovering over hers. “Or is that what you want, my dirty wife?”

I look down and I can see her breathing has increased, making her chest rise and fall.

I let go of her chin and settle back before I click the gun on and the only sound echoing the shop is the tattoo gun buzzing. Winking at her before placing the gun on her creamy skin on her pubic bone. Startled at first, she bites her bottom lip and nods for me to keep going. Slowly, I move the gun and start to tattoo the outline of the design.

Keeping my eyes on the tattoo I say, “Pain does not always have to be associated with getting hurt. But it can be pleasurable if done with the right person. The right amount of pressure to the point where they beg for you to stop, but you know that is not what they want based on how their body is reacting.” Glancing up at Aria, I lick my lips and lower my eyes back to my work. “Like right now how your face is flushed, and your breathing has increased. If I had to guess, right now you’re soaking, dripping wet and need me to fuck you.” She starts to rock her hips slowly against my already hard dick. I know she can feel the piercing through my briefs, she bites her bottom lip and nods. “Feel the pain from the tattoo and use my dick for your pleasure. The two together makes your body feel it’s too much, but you can handle it. Let it go, Angel.” I am adding the final touches to the tattoo, thank fuck. I am dying to sink into her wet cunt. But I want her to come just like this, with me tattooing her.

She throws her head back and lets out a cry slowly moving her hips against me. She comes as I add the last part of the small peony, adding our wedding date into the petals and my initials. I hide them within the design where someone would have to look extra closely to see. But I will be the only one seeing it. I keep the colors black, white, and gray so it has depth and shading around the leaves. I can feel her cum soaking my briefs, and my dick wants to be inside her…now. It was the hottest thing watching her move her body and come as I tattooed her. I set the tattoo gun down on the tray and clean up her tattoo. She is still recovering from her orgasm.

“Lift your hips up.” She obliges. I yank my briefs down as fast as I can. My fingers reach up to her thong and rip it off her body. “Hold on, Angel. I need to be inside you. Keep your eyes on me.”

She nods. Lining her up, I grip her hips and pull her down on to me and we both moan in unison. Fuck she is dripping wet. “Ride me, Angel.”

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