Page 22 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

"Relax, J. We're here for a good time," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “And nothing happens unless you’re cool with it.”

“Exactly,” James echoed. “You’re the one calling the shots here babe.”

Andrew nodded. “Right. You don’t have to worry about anything. Let go and let us do what we’ve all been thinking about since, well, the last time we were with you.”

"Think of it as a night of decadence, to be indulged in and savored," Kai added, his dark eyes filled with the promise of pleasure. The tension seemed to drain from the room as his words lingered in the air.

Their reassuring words and the comfortable atmosphere they cultivated helped me settle in.

My nervousness faded, replaced by a rush of excitement. Feeling bold, I tilted my chin up and met their gazes head-on.

"So, what do you guys have in mind for me?"

Andrew's smile turned downright wicked at my question. "We pick up where we left off in the elevator," he proposed, his gaze flicking to my lips for a brief moment.

James’ and Finn’s eyes shone with mock disbelief as they poured themselves drinks.

“Wait,” said James. “You guys already got started without us?”

“Sure did,” Kai replied. “You think we could be alone with J and keep our hands off?”

Finn reclined on a posh couch while James leaned against the wall, both men ready to enjoy the show.

“Please, continue what you started then,” Finn said.

As Andrew and Kai turned their full attention to me, I was aware of every sensation where my skin met the cool air of the room and the heat radiating from their bodies. Their eyes, those dangerously seductive pools of blue and gray, bore into me with a raw, undeniable hunger. I bit my lower lip, every part of me crying out for them to take me.

Kai's lips curved into a knowing smile as he spoke. "I'd say she's just as ready to continue as we are.”

I could hardly think straight as I was caught between the intense heat of their stares. There was a growing need in me that I had never felt before, a wild and frenzied desire that seemed to mirror theirs.

Slowly, they closed the distance between us. Each kiss was like a burning star, searing my skin and fogging my mind. Their hands were everywhere, gentle but insistent. They slipped off my dress, leaving me in nothing but my lacy underwear. I felt a thrill race down my spine at the approving growls they gave. Their hungry eyes consumed me, and it was the most incredible feeling; I'd never felt more desired, more lusted after. Andrew took one of my breasts into his strong hand, teasing my nipple until it went hard against his touch.

It wasn't long before Andrew and Kai were down to nothing but their boxer briefs, their erections straining against the fabric. My heart pounded as I took in the sight of their chiseled bodies, a sense of awe filling my senses.

With a mischievous smile, Andrew pulled me closer. "Ready to continue, gorgeous?" he spoke, his voice thick with desire.

The men's eyes twinkled devilishly, the corners of their lips curling upward in knowing smirks. They looked at each other as James produced several biker bandanas. He threw them over to Andrew and Kai with a grin.

“Show her how to give herself over,” James said.

Andrew held up one of the bandanas, a red one. “What do you say? A little light bondage for tonight?”

Once more, the combination of nervousness and arousal that I’d been feeling since the night began rushed through me.

“Tie me up?” I asked, my voice coming out soft.

“Only if you want it,” James said. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

“I want it.”

"Alright," Kai spoke, his voice a velvety purr that sent a rush of warmth through my body. “Let’s give the lady what she wants."

He handed a bandana to Andrew, a wicked glint in his eye.

I nodded one last time, my heart pounding in my chest, a delicious cocktail of nervousness and anticipation swirling within me. Andrew gently slipped the bandana over my eyes, the fabric cool against my skin, blocking out all light.

My breath hitched as the men's hands expertly worked on my bra and panties, their fingers nimble and determined. The soft brush of their fingertips against my skin sent my heartrate rocketing, and I was acutely aware of every sensation as they stripped me down to nothing. Next, they bound my hands behind me.

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