Page 35 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

"Please, James," I begged, my voice raw with desire. "I need you."

He only chuckled, continuing his slow torture, driving me to the brink of madness. I could feel him, his heat, his strength, but he remained just out of reach, denying me what I craved.

"Patience, doll," he spoke, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'll give you what you want, but you'll have to earn it."

And earn it I did. I heard the unzipping of his pants, followed by the feel of his head against my wet lips. He teased me, entering me a bit and then pulling out. If my hands had been free, I would’ve grabbed him myself and guided him inside. But I was totally bound, totally at his mercy.

When he finally relented, giving me what I so desperately needed, his cock effortlessly gliding inside and stretching me out, it was with a force and intensity that left me breathless. I could feel every inch of him, every thrust and pull, amplified by the sensory deprivation.

Pure bliss consumed me completely as James took me higher and higher, his rhythm unrelenting. I was lost in the pleasure, the world reduced to the sensations he was creating.

The climax hit me like a tidal wave, a powerful, all-consuming force that left me gasping and trembling. James was right there with me, his own release mingling with mine as he drove us both over the edge, his seed draining into me, filling me with his warmth.

He quickly undid my restraints, untied my blindfold, and pulled me into his arms. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the intensity of what we'd just experienced still lingering in the air.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and tender.

I looked at him, my eyes wide with wonder and satisfaction. "That was... incredible."

He kissed me, a gentle, lingering kiss that spoke of more than just physical pleasure. "I'm glad you liked it."

When I was ready, I turned my attention to Finn and smiled.

Finn was last, and after James' sensory rollercoaster, I was both excited and nervous to find out what he had in store for me. His eyes twinkled as he led me to yet another side room, this one more subtly furnished but still filled with hints of tantalizing pleasures.

"Julia," he began, his voice laced with an intriguing blend of sternness and mischief, "Have you ever heard of delayed gratification?"

I cocked an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "You mean making me wait for what I want?"

"Exactly." Finn's grin was devilish.

My breath caught in my throat at the promise in his eyes. Finn had a reputation for being a bit more restrained than the others, but I had a feeling I was about to find out just how wild he could be.

He directed me to a luxurious bed and instructed me to lie down. I complied, my heart pounding in anticipation. Finn's movements were deliberate and measured as he began to explore, his touch lingering, teasing.

The way he looked at me, the hunger in his eyes, sent a thrill straight through me. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every reaction. And I knew then that he would indeed make me wait for my pleasure, to build it up until it was almost unbearable.

He used his mouth and hands to explore my body, always stopping just short of where I needed him most. His touch was masterful, knowing just how to push me to the edge without letting me fall.

"Finn," I moaned, my body writhing under his expert skill. "Please, don't tease me like this."

"Patience, darlin’," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, his breath hot on my skin. "You'll get what you want, but not until I say so."

I whimpered, my desire mounting, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. Finn was relentless, his touch both gentle and demanding, his control absolute.

When he finally entered me, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that had me crying out in pleasure. But even then, he didn't give me what I wanted, not yet.

He moved inside me with a maddening slowness, each thrust calculated to drive me wild. I could feel the pleasure building, a storm inside me waiting to break, and Finn was the master of it all, holding the reins, guiding me where he wanted me to go. His cock was perfectly long and thick, pushing all the way until I was filled deliciously full.

"Please, Finn," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. "Let me come. I need you. I need it."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a husky whisper. "Are you sure you're ready, Julia? Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes," I gasped, tears of frustration and pleasure in my eyes. "Please, Finn, please."

With a triumphant smile, he gave me what I wanted, his movements suddenly fierce and unrelenting, his body driving into mine with a force that took my breath away.

The orgasm was earth-shattering. Finn held me as I came, his arms strong and comforting. He spilled deep inside me as I reached the peak of my climax, warmth trickling down my inner thighs.

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