Thongs And Tattoos

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"I don't like this!" Quintin complained as he asked, "Jee-min, are you sure

the boss is okay with this?"

Nodding, the Korean replied, "Definitely! I was not about to have a repeat

of what happened three years ago."

A soft giggle escaped me as I listened to them.

"Don't you dare laugh, woman! I nearly got my head blown off for that

stunt you pulled when you first dyed your hair purple," Jee-min grumbled.

Quintin audibly exhaled, "Serves you right for believing her in the first

place."

Narrowing his dark monolid eyes, he scoffed, "Excuse me for thinking she

was an honest person."

"Heeeey! I didn't lie this time though! I did tell Dominic about this!" I

spoke up, trying to defend myself.

Waving his hand, Jee-min muttered, "Yea yea! I'll wait for you guys

outside..."

As the door closed behind him, I pouted as I clasped my hands in front of

me. Tilting my head, I looked about the room again, admiring the beautiful

artwork displayed on each of the four walls. There were tattoos of various

designs. Some photographs showed sketches while some exhibited the

finished product on people's skin.

"I still can't believe that Dominic is allowing you to get a tattoo," Quintin

said as he sat in the visitors' chair off to the side.

Turning to face him, I replied, "Well, he did say the only tattoo he'd ever

allow me to get would be his name on my ass. And given everything that

I've been through these last few months and nearly dying back in Miami, I

figured that I won't hold back on the things I want to do."

"Fair enough," he replied.

"Besides," I wiggled my hips and pulled my skirt off, remaining in my top

and thong. Throwing the skirt at him before I moved to lay on my stomach

on the table, "It's nothing too elaborate."

"Well you did design it, I'm really impressed at how beautiful it came out,"

he said as his eyes focused on my design that had been set up next to the

table already.

"Thank you," I replied as I relaxed myself.

"You will need to design one for Vincent and myself," Quintin said as his

cheeks began to flush.

Scoffing I raised my eyebrow as I responded, "Way ahead of you, bestie,

way ahead of you. So... When's the wedding?"

At this, he started to sputter, "W-wedding?"

"Hmmm?" I giggled before continuing, "I mean you guys act like a married

couple as is and you did move into his room a few weeks ago..."

Running a hand through his hair, Quintin said, "We're just taking things one

day at a time for now. Besides, everyone is looking forward to seeing you

and Dom walk down the aisle first more than anything."

It was my turn to blush now. Just thinking about being Dominic's wife gave

me a fuzzy feeling inside of my belly.

"Well, you guys may need to wait a bit longer. Perhaps in two, three years

I'll be ready. I want to officially be a part of the Calvetti mafia first before I

focus on anything else," I confessed as I rested my head on the back of my

hands.

Nodding his head in understanding, Quintin smiled, "Fair enough. I know

how important getting that Calvetti insignia is to you."

As I was about to answer, there was a knock before the door opened.

Walking in was Maghiel. His tanned skin was covered with intricately

designed tattoos. He was hailed as one of the best tattoo artists in the world

and was the only one who Dominic allowed to tattoo the Calvetti insignia

onto his men.

The South African had done most of Dominic's work and he trusted no one

else with my skin. With a sigh, the tall man shook his head as he saw me,

his grey eyes looking down at me as he took in the sight of my body on the

table.

"You know, I just got off the phone with Dominic. Got my head chewed off,

said he'd gut me if I messed your skin up..." Maghiel said while prepping

his equipment as he added, "Did you have to choose the ass though, he kept

ranting about you having to be half naked on my table."

Quintin tried his best to cover his chuckle.

"Pfft! It's his own damn fault, he has no one to blame but himself! But don't

worry, Mags, I know that you'll do an amazing job," I said reassuringly.

Huffing, he retorted, "I better, or it's my head..."

"I won't let anything happen to you; I promise. Besides, I need you to tattoo

the Calvetti insignia on me in a few years, so you can't die."

The South African grunted inaudibly in reply, something about psychos.

————— ▲ —————

My new tattoo would take just under two weeks to fully heal.

In that time, I had told Dominic that he would not be able to see it. I wanted

the unveiling to be a surprise for him.

Of course, this meant that we could not have sex.

Needless to say, we had both been a bit on edge these last few days.

Especially as we had only recently started back to be intimate. However, I

believed that this sudden pause would make our sex life that much more

intense once we resumed, and I could not wait.

Although I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy tormenting Dominic a

little bit.

It seemed that he could not wait to resume our sexual activities either. The

way his gaze would rake over me any chance he got; I could feel him

undressing me with his eyes every time I entered the room.

We had planned to go on a romantic dinner near the boardwalk on the night

my tattoo was healed.

Upon returning from my visit with Maghiel who had given me the all clear,

Dominic was waiting for me in our bedroom. I jumped slightly upon

opening our bedroom door, not expecting him to be there.

"You're home early, everything alright?" I asked as I closed the door behind

me.

He remained sitting on the edge of the bed, his purple jacket removed and

the few buttons of his white shirt were undone. Dominic had seemingly

kicked his shoes off and I watched as his un-gloved hands clenched the

bedsheets as he simply stared at me, not answering my question.

Frowning slightly, I proceeded to speak once more, "Dom, is everyth–"

Dominic cut me off as he softly demanded, "Take your clothes off, now!"

No doubt seeing the look of confusion on my face, he quickly added, "I

won't ask again..."

Shit!

It looked like Daddy Dom had come out to play!

My body hummed in excitement as I proceeded to do as he commanded. I

quickly pulled the hoodie over my head and removed my bra while

simultaneously kicking off my boots. Unzipping my skirt, I proceeded to

shimmy out of the smooth material before hooking my thumbs into the

waistband of my black lacy thong.

"Leave those on..." Dominic said in a husky tone, his eyes following my

every movement.

I could feel my arousal heightening as my panties dampened.

Fuck!

I loved it when he got all dominant on me. It took all of my self-control not

to run up and straddle him.

"Come here..." Dominic beckoned me to him.

My feet trembled slightly with each step I took. I stopped at the end of the

bed where he sat, our eyes locked as we looked at each other.

"Turn around..." his voice was so low and deep that I could not help the

whimper that escaped.

Slowly presenting my back to him, my eyes glanced across at the large

mirror on the wall. I did not want to miss Dominic's reaction the moment

his eyes landed on my tattoo. Taking a deep breath, I watched as his blue

eyes trailed over the back of my body.

When his gaze landed on my derriere, I could have sworn I heard his breath

hitch.

Dominic raised his right hand and his fingers gently moving over the

outline of the black and purple design, taking his time to absorb all the

intricate details surrounding the 'DC' initials. He then moved his hands to

hold on to my hips, pulling me closer to him.

I watched as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the tattoo, causing me

to exhale deeply as the feel of his mouth against my skin made me shiver.

Turning his head slightly, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. We

remained unmoving for a few seconds before Dominic slowly extended his

tongue, allowing me to see him lick the tattoo, tracing the design with the

edge of his skilled tongue. I did not want to close my eyes, but the

sensations I felt forced me too.

"It's beautiful..." Dominic breathed against my skin.

Popping open my eyes, I watched as he stood behind me, our eyes locking

in the mirror once more while he moved my hair away from my neck.

Dominic then sucked on my earlobe briefly before moving his lips to kiss

my neck. Simultaneously, he cupped my left breast, brushing the taut nipple

with his fingertips.

I moaned, the sound almost like a purr.

Without missing a beat, Dominic continued to tease me with his fingers

before breaking his gaze from mine. Moving to stand in front of me, he

grinned before he pushed me down onto the bed. Scrambling back towards

the headboard, my eyes locked with his once more as he quickly removed

his clothing.

Biting my lips, I all but drooled as he crawled onto the bed like a predator

stalking its prey. Dominic moved up my body until his face was directly

over mine, his lips teasingly brushing the skin of my jaw.

His mouth left a heated trail along my jaw-line before moving to my neck,

teasing me as he moved downward, kissing continuously as he went. When

he reached my belly button, he flicked his tongue into it, tickling me

slightly.

Keeping his tongue out, he traced lazy patterns over my lower abdomen,

just above the waistband of my underwear.

"You're torturing me..." I breathed out.

Dominic grinned as he nipped at the front of the lacy material, "Payback for

having me wait two weeks..."

"Fuck!" I cried out as I felt him lick at my covered crotch.

Grabbing my thighs, Dominic spread my legs, his eyes never leaving mine

as he opened his mouth wider and sucked me through my underwear. My

hands gripped at the bed sheets, his name a cry on my lips.

After a few moments, I heard him growl before he hastily tore the thong off

me, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. Dominic then lifted my

right knee as he proceeded to move his fingers up to my slit, teasing the wet

folds.

Our eyes remained on each other as he drew light circles around my

opening before slipping a finger into me. I moaned as he tormented me,

while at the same time, his thumb brushed back and forth across my clit.

Needing more, I spread my legs wider.

Dominic then added another finger, all the while his thumb kept moving. I

cried out and arched my back as he curled his fingers inside of me. It was

becoming difficult to breathe as the pleasure he gave me literally took my

breath away.

As if that was not enough, he then moved his mouth back upwards to kiss

my breasts. His skilful tongue drew circles around my nipples before

sucking them into his mouth.

Fucking hell! Dominic's tongue and fingers were magic!

I was already on edge and feeling him flick his tongue across my nipple,

coupled with the movement of his fingers, I began chanting his name.

Sensing how close I was, Dominic quickly moved back down my body.

He buried his face between my thighs as he attached his lips to my clit, his

tongue flicking across the engorged tip.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fou-uck! Shit!

My entire body exploded as my inner muscles pinched his fingers tightly. It

was in that moment that my hands grabbed onto his head, pulling his mouth

tighter against me as I all but rode his face.

A deep, throaty groan escaped him, and he continued licking me while I

trembled and quaked.

The sounds of my moans filled the room as Dominic slowed his fingers and

shifted his mouth to gently lick at my slit, flicking his tongue ever so often,

slower and slower, easing me off my high.

As I lowered my hips back on to the bed, I rasped out, "You have magical

fingers, Mr. Calvetti..." I ran my hands through his hair as I added, "And a

very talented mouth."

Raising his head slightly, he flashed me a wicked grin as he replied, "I

know..."

Too buzzed with pleasure to care about his arrogant reply, I said, "Let me

return the favour."

"Maybe later. Right now, I need to be inside of you," Dominic growled out,

his mood instantly shifting as he sat up and flipped me over.

I quivered at his words.

Having already climaxed from his mouth, I knew that it would not take long

for me to orgasm again, especially in this position. There was just

something about the way he ate me out, my orgasms were different, I could

not really explain it. But once we got going again, my second release was

never far behind.

Ten Minutes Later...

I was gasping and moaning loudly from the intense combination of pain and

pleasure.

"Harder, Dom!" I gasped as I rocked back to meet his thrusts, "Fuck, I'm

gonna cum!"

Dominic suddenly spanked me, then pulled out, depriving me of my

orgasm.

He held on to my hips, not letting me move to rub against him, forcing me

to calm down because he was a mean sadistic asshole!

But then again, he knew I loved it.

Taking his time, Dominic then slid a finger into me and pulled it out,

dragging my wetness up to my puckered hole. He repeated this several

times, pushing his finger a little deeper inside my ass each time until he

could easily slide it in and out. I knew that he was working me up to take

my anal virginity soon and I was eager to see how it would feel.

Pulling me from my thoughts, he guided his manhood back to me while his

finger remained in my ass. It did not take long for me to get over the slight

discomfort, enjoying the sensations he was giving me. Dominic then slid a

second finger into me and I groaned at the fullness of it, enjoying the

increased stimulation.

"Shit! Yes! Oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum Dom!" I cried

out.

"Go on, my love, make a mess," he groaned while increasing his pace,

fucking me harder and faster.

I screamed as I climaxed hard. My inner muscles were rippling over his

manhood while my ass gripped his fingers. Dominic's release was not far

behind and he exploded while shouting my name. After a few moments, he

then pulled out of me before we both collapsed on the bed, gasping for

breath.

"I really love your new tattoo," Dominic said as he looked at me.

Laughing out as I cuddled him, I replied, "You don't say..."