Inked Love: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Cassidy London

  I found myself nodding enthusiastically. Anything. I would have agreed to anything. I was at his mercy.

  “Are you sure? I need you to communicate with me.” he teased. “You have to want to do this and you must feel safe.” He repeated again. How can he stand it? Jason would have been done with me by now. This man was so patient. His bulge was about to burst in his jeans beneath me and yet he was focused on ME. Was he for real?

  Just the fact that he said these words made everything okay. I would have done just about anything in that moment. “I feel safe with you…. And… I would really like you to slap my ass… I trust you.”

  “Merci princesse, thank you for your trust...” his voice lowered.

  There was nothing but my moans for a few minutes as JM continued to run his hand across my bare skin, fingers between my plump cheeks, twirling, pumping and raising my frustration of holding back. It felt like time was dragging, with every passing second, I became more impatient.

  “Are you an ass virgin Lex?” he asked. “Have you been fucked hard in the ass?”

  “Nooo…”, I managed to squeak out.

  “Ahhh… something to look forward to then…” and with that he inserted his finger into my ass, gently at first letting me get accustomed to the feeling. Then a little deeper. Still gentle but slightly more forceful as he pushed down towards my pussy and suddenly, just like that I came. I was panting hard, writhing from the hard orgasm that just happened. And JM didn’t stop. He continued at a slower pace, now just caressing my ass and playing with my pussy to calm me down.

  “Lex, you cum so fast with your ass babe…imagine if I stick my cock in it? You’d need training for that. But fuck… you are so ready.” He licked his big wide tongue on my ass cheek. I was in ecstasy. No one had spent this much time on me ever. Certainly, never Jason. In that moment, I knew I’d let JM do whatever the fuck he wanted to me…

  “You know…you were a pretty big tease…always walking past the shop in those flimsy little dresses or running in nothing but your bra and those damn shorts that were practically painted on.” He began. “You should have to be held accountable for that behavior don’t you think? Your tits bouncing by my shop every day…” His words were to the point, his tone hard but the twinkle in his eye made it clear he was enjoying this little game.

  As he spoke his hand never left my ass unattended, constantly rubbing it up and down slipping a finger in and out of my crack, in circular motions clockwise then counter. My breathing was beyond labored. He was teasing me mercilessly, and it felt like I was going to explode again. I felt myself spreading my ass for him more and more.

  “Please…” I begged, barely even knowing for what.

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “I don’t know!” I cried out.

  “Say my name…. leaning over, he whispered in my ear.

  “Please JM…SVP, Jean-Marc…”

  My voice sounded even more desperate but I didn’t care. Suddenly I knew what he wanted to hear because it was the only thing I wanted to say. “SVP Jean-Marc, please-- spank me.” I taunted, begging him.

  “Why?” He asked nonchalantly.

  “Because… I deserve it.” I answered without hesitation.

  “Ah… that’s my girl. Yes, baby yes you do deserve it. You were such a little tease and look at you now…so desperate, tsk tsk tsk. You’re begging me for more.”

  The words were barely out of his mouth when the first slap came down. His hand came down hard and connected to my skin with a loud smack. The sound felt like a whip cracking.

  I let out an uncontrollable moan in lust, and it made him chuckle.

  “Well that was fun for me, but sounds like it was better for you angel. Think you can handle a few more?” I nodded but kept my head down. My head was filled with questions yet-- somehow, I was more turned on than ever before.

  JM ran his hand in a circular motion around my stinging skin, “Lexi in the future no more teasing unless you mean it okay? No more hovering outside my shop in skimpy clothing unless you are ready and willing for me to take you in the back room and fuck you so hard… that everyone in the shop will hear you.”

  “Tu me comprends?” he pressed. I took a deep breath and before I had the chance to exhale his hand came down harder on my already stinging skin.

  “Yes, Yes I understand! J’comprends!” I responded breathlessly.

  “Très bien, ma chérie. Good girl.” He continued. The sound of his French words made my mind reel with desire. His appeal now, was just insane.

  He flipped me over effortlessly, and rammed his long fingers inside me with such ease at the same time darting his tongue deep in my throat. The sensation of being penetrated at both ends was mind blowing. JM continued to slip his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, curling his fingers at the end and beckoning my orgasm. His tongue assaulted my mouth down my throat and across my chest. Urgently sucking and pulling at each nipple on purpose. Ripping my clothes from my body until I was completely naked, he left me exposed lying across his lap.

  “This is a pretty picture of my little uptight Lexi. Isn’t it?” He teased. “Look at you; eyes hooded with desire, your breathing erratic-- and your pretty little cunt all pink and wet for me.”

  His words made me blush and want to hide my face. How was it possible to be so embarrassed yet so damn aroused at the same time? This man was unlike anyone I had ever met. Every minute with him was pure bliss and every moment away from his stare, his voice, his touch was nothing but emptiness.

  JM continued his delicious assault on my body, constantly edging me towards the crescendo that I desired most; yet pulling me back from its precipice again and again-- until I felt almost too exhausted to speak.

  “You can’t take much more can you, mon bébé?” He whispered in my ear.

  All I could do was murmur incoherently. His chuckle made him seem more in control, but I was fully aware of the hard bulge beneath me that never stopped growing since he had me face down on his lap. JM too was shifting in his seat, every now and again, pulling and adjusting his crotch knowing, his cock just wanted to spring out.

  “I just want to bury my hard cock inside you, princesse….” and with that, he finally ripped off his clothes and leaned into me. As his face came close to mine, I stopped and put my hands on his cheeks. “I don’t want to lose you again.” I whispered, this time not even caring about his reaction to my words. I needed him to know how I felt about him, how I’d felt since the beginning.

  “Never baby. Never baby.” He breathed in my ear as lowered his lips to mine ever so gently licking and sucking my mouth. The touch of our skin was electric, immediately sending high frequency voltage through my veins.

  I looked down and saw his erection thick, hard, perfect against his belly ready for me. Automatically my hand reached down to wrap around his manhood, caressing his velvety skin. I pushed myself against him, motioning him to move to the couch as I slid down to the floor. Looking up beneath my lashes I let him guide my head towards his cock, while my eyes stayed locked on his. His head glistened with pre-cum.

  “Take it Lex. Take all of me...” he said, as I slid his shaft inside my warm, wet mouth. He groaned instantly. “So, fucking hot Lex....”, he continued between labored breaths. I swirled my tongue on his crown and suckled him, moaning at the same time. He groaned tilting his head back and placing his hand on my head to guide me deeper down, my throat taking all of him in. After slowly showing him some skills with my tongue, my head began bobbing up and down while wrapped around his delicate balls and massaging the space between them. I could feel him losing control. He quickly pulled himself out of my mouth and joined me on the floor hastily. “You can suck me off another time beautiful but now, I just want to be inside you.” I managed a naughty smile as JM reached into his pocket for a condom. I leaned forward on my hands and knees and offered him a back view. “Stay right there.” He cautioned. “Don’t move anything, don’t even blink.” He winked at me.

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sp; JM put that condom on with record speed and his large strong hands were back on my sweating skin in seconds. Pulling my hips towards him he effortlessly slid inside me without hesitation. The feeling was both overwhelming and so hot at the same time. A few strokes back and forth and we settled into a rhythm that felt like home. His cock fit perfectly in me, and I felt it taking up every inch inside me.

  “You see how perfectly our bodies are made for each other?” he breathed. “You’re mine Alexis. MINE.”

  His words filled my soul deeper than his body could fill my aching needs. Filling an open wound that I never wanted to feel again.

  We fucked hard. I had let myself completely lose control until the feeling was unbearable and release was near for both of us. It was all coming too quickly, but with a power so new to me, I felt the sensation of it taking over, bringing us both so close to our climaxes “Come for me baby, let it go…”, JM breathed between thrusts in my ear. And with that, we both released ourselves getting lost in the ecstasy. My body pulsed, wrapped around him through each wave. Panting and sweating, we clung to each other like we had not had enough yet, as we submitted to pleasure. We lay in each other arms for what seemed like forever. Tracing our fingers over the contours of our sweat laden curves. Our eyes locked in on each other and without words, we shared the lust and need for each other lovingly. I purposely locked away all my doubts and fear, wanting nothing more than to have this moment last forever.

  Chapter 22

  The weeks that followed were surreal.

  JM hadn’t left my side other than for work, and more often than not, I found my way to his shop when he was there. We slept in each other’s arms, showered together, ate together. Every waking moment filled with lustful passion so strong, so fierce, so all-encompassing that I thought my heart could potentially burst.

  I finally felt that I was with someone who made me feel valued and cared for. But after so much heartache, I had learned that doubts don’t leave you all that easily. I wanted so much for this to be it; to be more than just infatuation, but there was still that part of me that remembered how good things were in the beginning with Jason and how they had gone so terribly wrong. So as a precaution, I still kept a small part of my heart locked away.

  JM on the other hand seemed as if he’d laid all his cards out. One lazy Saturday, when we were snuggled up in each other’s arms watching TV, my mind was lost in thought, tracing the lines of his tattoos with my finger. Somewhere, far away I heard a familiar buzzing. JM reached for my phone and gave it a once over before handing it to me. He’d gotten into the habit of checking my phone periodically. It was both annoying and sweet. I knew he was waiting for a text or call from Toronto. Anything that would allow him to step forward, and protect me. It was such an attractive trait. I felt wanted, loved, adored.

  This was not his moment though. It was Angela. I picked it up just before it went to voicemail and lazily answered, “Hey Ang.”

  “Hey yourself! Where’you been girl? Seriously, it’s like you fell off the face of the earth again! You have to stop doing this to me!” She sounded exasperated. I couldn’t blame her.

  “Yeah sorry…” I mumbled.

  “What the fuck! Are you sleeping?” she demanded. “It’s like two in the afternoon! You never sleep in, let alone nap! Are you sick?”

  Just then JM decided to start licking my neck swirling his tongue. He began to slowly dance it across my collarbone and up towards my ear making me giggle like a school girl.

  “What’s that? Who’s there?” Ang demanded. “Holy shit, you’re with a guy?” she continued. “Are you naked with someone right now?”

  “Umm…maybe.” I giggled again.

  “Lex!! This is why you’ve been avoiding everyone and everything? Who the fuck is in bed with you?”

  “Can’t talk now Ang…” I began to whisper. My eyes locked with JM’s as they shifted--dark and possessive. He grabbed the phone from my ear.

  “She’s with me Angela. And you can pass that on to whoever asks. We won’t be available for the next little while.”

  And with that, he hung up and another day disappeared between the sheets.

  ********

  After about two weeks of blissful hibernation, it was time to venture out into the world. JM had only been to the shop a handful of times and he needed to get back to business. Also, since I no longer had intensions of running away to Whistler, I needed a plan.

  Like everything else with this man, when I needed him, he came through for me. I needed a job-- and he gave me a receptionist position at his shop. I was grateful but damn, was I nervous. The few times I had followed him in to work, I had not been well received by his employees. They wasted no time making it very clear that not only had they been forced to pick up the slack because JM hadn’t been around, but also that I didn’t belong in a tattoo shop or for that matter-- with him. So yeah, I was grateful but aware that no one wanted me there except for JM.

  I woke up that morning of my first day, and within five minutes I was already having a shit-fit in the closet.

  “JM!” I called out to him in the bathroom. “J’peux pas! I can’t do it! I have nothing to wear to a goddamn tattoo shop!” I scowled in the mirror as I ripped off yet another outfit.

  I stood staring down at my reflection in the full-length mirror before me. Tanned and toned from all the running, (and possibly from all the sex), I was for once happy with what I saw. My ass was rounder and firmer, accentuated by the royal blue lace panties that my sexy man had recently purchased for me. My breasts seemed rounder and fuller in the matching bra. Maybe this is what happiness in and out of the sack did for a woman?

  “Well I think you should go to work just like that.” Said a husky voice from behind me. He wrapped his arms around me as his fingers began to inch under the lace of my lingerie.

  “Not now baby…” I whined, trying to pull away. JM’s strong arms had me in a hold that I couldn’t escape from.

  “What’s better than to release this frustration babe?” he continued.

  Tingling sensations ran through me, as my body responded first to his suggestive words, then to the most delicate of his touches. Soon, his hands had found their way beneath the underwire of my bra and began to twist at my nipples playfully.

  “Keep doing that and neither of us will ever get to work” I said pushing him away.

  “Damn it! You’re right.” He growled as he removed his hands and adjusted his immense bulge that had already seduced me and made me want to grab it. I turned my back to him for a second and just as I did a massive swat came down hard on my bare skin.

  “JM! I cried literally jumping what felt like five feet in the air. “What the hell?”

  “Just a preview for later baby.” He winked at me. “Now get dressed! Seriously jeans and shirt are fine, it’s a goddam tattoo shop, not a law office.”

  Warmth filled me from the inside out. His words, his touch, his accent, everything about him made every moment better. I was finally home. We headed off to the shop hand in hand. It was just a few blocks away, and the route that I had been avoiding on my early summer runs was now our simple little walk to work.

  ****

  It had taken me a few weeks, but before long I had the hang of the shop. I’d even made a few adjustments and improvements to their filing system, scheduling system and my latest project was to tackle their payroll issues. Too many creative licenses and not enough functionality had made an otherwise successful shop come up short of its true potential. I wish I could have said that I’d made some improvements with the guys though. Only Sebastian seemed to warm up to me. He was a soft-spoken guy whose gentle nature was thoroughly hidden by the insane amount of metal that pierced his skin. This guy had piercings everywhere. Every-where. If there was anywhere left to pierce Seb was probably off doing it now.

  The rest of the staff were civil and tolerated me but not much more than that. With the exception of Desi. She was a royal bitch and a half. With her long black
hair, red lips and ultra-tattooed goth look, she was exotic and badass all-in-one. Her presence alone, made me feel pathetically conservative and clean-cut on a good day; and positively suburban every other day. She rarely spoke to me and when she did-- her words were always accompanied with an eye roll as she punctuated her sentences with “câlisse” a common French curse word.

  One day while I was working at JM’s desk, she came into the office looking more menacing than ever before.

  “What exactly are you doing here little girl?” Her words carefully accentuated in English with bitterness. As though that would be the only way for me to understand her.

  “Salut Desi” I smiled up at her. “T’as un beau sourire aujourd’hui.” I smirked back at her. Telling her she had a nice smile today was exactly the kind of patronizing response she usually reserved for me.

  “Very funny.” She scowled. “Alors, tu veux parler en français fillette?” she continued. “Or…is that the end of your Ontario French-class vocabulary? »

  “Ok les filles qu’est ce qui ce passe ici?” JM’s presence filled the doorway as he crossed his arms over his chest and demanded to know why Desi and I were face to face like two cats in an alleyway.

  I tried to explain but it wasn’t long before Desi started digging her own grave.

  “Écoute Jean-Marc. Listen, I can’t do this anymore! I can’t continue to come to work and see her messing things up! She’s killing the image of the shop!” Desi was whining at JM in French with curse words flying left, right and center. JM didn’t move, and didn’t look surprised. So, I listened and watched them both go at it like a ping pong match.

  Finally, she stopped.

  “T’as fini?” He asked. “You’re finished?”