Page 107 of Chaos

His hand trails up my leg and dips under my skirt. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how good I’m about to be for you.”

“Now, this tattoo. What do you want and where?” He looks up at me, sliding his hands up my sides.

“This.” I point to my necklace, our initials entwined together, surrounded by a heart.

“You want mine there, too?” He looks surprised.

“Yep. All three of us, together. Maybe inside a cute little heart? Or a tiger paw print? I don’t know, get creative. Leave your mark on me.” I wink at him.

He licks his bottom lip. He has a new silver piercing in. It’s quite an enormous square.

“New tongue bar?”

With a sly smile, he wiggles his eyebrows, teasing me.

“Where do you want this piece of art, then, sweetheart?”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Hip?”

Standing above me, he reaches down and effortlessly finds the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt.

“Perfect choice,” he whispers in my ear, letting my clothing fall to the floor.

My heart quickens as he steps aside, my eyes lock on his precise movements as he readies the tattoo gun with new needles and ink.

Nerves start to work through my body. “Does it hurt?”

He chuckles. “A little. You might like it. It’s addictive.”

He takes a seat. He glances at me before returning to the equipment he's still fiddling with. “Dress off, bra off, and lie down on the table.”

“Bra off?” I shoot him a look.

He gives me a broad grin. “That’s just for me.”

“They better not distract you, Jax.” I’d hate for a permanent mistake to be on my skin forever because he wasn’t paying attention.

He points to the table in front of him. “Lie down.”

The cool wood presses against my back. With the tattoo gun in hand, he stands and a chill runs through me. As it starts to buzz, panic takes over.

“Relax, beautiful. It won’t take me long. If it hurts, we stop. Just tell me.”

His touch sends a wave of electricity through me, and I nod, trying to steady my breath as he runs his index finger along my skin.

“I’ll start with the ‘J’.”

As the needle touches my skin, I tightly squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the pain. With clenched teeth, I exhale slowly, trying to ignore the initial sting.

“Relax your fists, sweetheart. One letter down, all good?” he asks over the low hum.

I tense up as he wipes a cool towel over the tattoo.

“Yep, keep going.” I rush out my words, trying to relax the tight muscles in my body.

He squeezes on my thigh, and that little reassurance helps. He starts on the next letter, which must be slightly more on the bone as it causes vibrations through my pelvis, which overtakes the sensation of any pain. It’s weird but kinda nice.

“Do you trust me, baby?”