“The tattoo artist.”
“Ah, so how long?”
At least she hadn’t queried his choice of a female to tattoo them.
“Another hour.” Sweet Cherry smiled. “Oh, good. Then I know a very good way of passing the time.”
He grinned. “Dominoes?”
She giggled. “If you want, but I thought you might like to make love with me.”
Rad rolled over onto his back. “Well now as my rear is tender, either I fuck your ass, take you doggy style or you do all the work and ride me.”
She tilted her head to one side. “And?”
“Well I can’t say we’ll manage all of them but we could have a bloody good try. Grab me a condom and let’s hope you’re about to have the ride of your life.”
****
Linsey’s hand shook as she carefully rolled a condom over Rad’s hard cock, and smoothed it down carefully. This night had turned out so much better than she could have ever hoped.
“Now ride me, sweet Cherry. Take me inside you and show me how you like it.”
Rad held her waist as she slid down onto his hard dick and let him fill her. Then she rode him as he asked. Linsey slid onto his cock and took him deep inside her, before she rose up and just held the tip inside her channel.
He groaned and urged her on. Their breathing was harsh and the only sounds she could hear.
“Now let me fuck you from behind.” He lifted her up and his cock left her.
Why did she feel empty? She didn’t have time to analyze it because Sir with the dark eyes moved to kneel behind her. “On your knees.”
His Dom persona was back. Linsey couldn’t have cared if he’d told her to hang from the ceiling. She was more than happy to obey.
“On your knees, head on the pillow and brace yourself.”
His cock nudged her pussy even as she scrambled to do as he asked, and then she took a deep breath as once more he filled her.
He gave no mercy and rode her hard, his balls hit her with every forceful push and somehow he managed to play and nip her clit and stay stable at the same time.
“I’m gonna c…”
“You are not.” He pulled out of her so forcefully she almost fell onto her tummy. However Sir held her securely, and kissed her on each rounded globes of her ass in turn.
“Need to redden these again.” Three hard slaps on each cheek made her gasp and him chuckle. “That’s better. Now my love shall we complete the trio? You ass so wants me to fuck it. It’s red, eager and waiting.”
Why not? “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl. Then give me a sec. No, don’t move, just think how I’m going to push past your muscles and fill your dark and secret hole. How tight you’re going to be and how good it will feel when I’m buried deep inside you.”
Her skin prickled. Anal wasn’t something she was usually over fond of. Now though? Her heart thudded faster than she thought possible. Now she was eager, and wanted to feel that sting.
“Ready?’
“Oh yes, Sir.”
No sooner had she spoke, than she felt the head of his cock as it probed the entrance to her ass. Linsey did her best to relax and regulate her breathing, but it was hard.
So is his cock and it’s big and god I’m hyperventilating. I want it. I want him and arghh….”Ah, yes god, so good so ouchy… so fuck it…yes.” She screamed as he bottomed out and began to move, slowly at first and then ever faster. She rocked on her knees and met him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, Lord, Sir, oh yes, more now more.”
“Gonna come, got to come with me oh, yes.”
She screamed as she came and screamed again as he nipped her clit and groaned. “Now…Fuck yes.” His shout of exultation was all she needed.
****
Whoever said getting a tattoo was akin to a good whipping didn’t know what they were talking about. Linsey wished she could zone out and come back to reality when it was all over. Give her the whipping any day.
Compared to her tiny underarm ink this was ten times bigger and fifty times more painful.
Gah, I’m turning into a wimp.
Each tiny prick on her mound was fucking sore, and she held her breath, bit her lip and squeezed Sir’s hand until both his and her knuckles where white. However, as each flake of ink added to the picture Rhonda created, Linsey’s heart swelled.
Was it stupid to want this little connection with someone she had no intention of seeing again?
She decided not.
“There, all done.” Rhonda held a mirror so Linsey could see the design.
She loved it.
“Now you, Sir?”
He nodded. “On my dick.”
“You can’t.” Both women spoke at once.
“Why not?”
“Well, because who’s going to hold it taut?” Rhonda asked. “I know I’m brilliant but I don’t want to be responsible for holding your junk and tattooing on it at the same time.”
“Cherry?”
Linsey shrugged. “I’ll hold it. My no was because I thought it just wasn’t feasible.”
Rhonda laughed. “Everywhere is feasible. Come on then, let’s do it.”
The next half an hour was one of the most surreal moments of her life. The minute she took hold of Sir’s cock it hardened. The second Rhonda closed in with her needles it softened.
“Think nasties like a needle inside the slit,” Rhonda suggested. “That’ll stop you hardening when your lady touches you.”
Linsey winced as Sir went white.
“Yeah, okay, fucking get on with it.”
Rhonda laughed. “How would men cope with childbirth?” She inked in another section. “Have an anesthetic?”
“Two,” Sir said. “Or the human race would die out.”
Linsey laughed. “I’d hold your hand and tell you that it’s like shelling peas and the peasants used to give birth in the fields and go straight back to work.”
“Good for them. I have every respect for all of womankind. That includes you, Rhonda, for doing this. Do you do many on cocks?”
“A few she said cheerfully. “The favorite seems to be a script of up yours…”
Sir snorted and Linsey giggled.
Rhonda shrugged. “Each to their own. “Right, that’s me done. Don’t forget the aftercare. I’ve left you both instructions. I must say, though I love them.”
So did Linsey.
She waited while Sir saw the other woman out and returned to her.
“Well,” she said awkwardly. “ They look good. Yum.”
“Yeah, um… Ah.” He looked at the clock. “Fuck, I promised to go help in the bakery. I’m going to have to dash. “Ah, shall…” his voice trailed off.
Linsey took control.
“It was a great night, I enjoyed every second, but no way am I ready for a relationship. Nor, I think, are you.”
“Probably not. But hey, we should keep in touch.”
“Yeah, okay. You can get hold of me through Tay.”
“That’s good. I will. Thank you, my sweet Cherry. For everything.”
It was only once she’d texted the cab company and was in the car on her way home she realized what a stupid thing she’d said.
How could he contact her—if he wanted to—when he had no idea who she was?
Chapter Four
“One pink line is no, two is yes. Or is this the one blue line is yes? Oh balls, no not balls, oh hell. Definitely hell. Talking of which, and why am I talking to myself aloud? This is creepy. Is that what it does to you? No, I don’t want to know… oh crap maybe I do. Okay, right, count to ten. Two to ten. Shit no that’s not what I mean. Cool it, think…where the hell is the one that just says yes or no? Bugger, shit and bollocks. No not bollocks that reminds me… Argh…” Linsey swept her hand over her desk, and boxes and both used and un-peed upon wands flew in all directions. The three sticks she held in her hands didn’t cooperate and stayed where they were.
Like my pee glued them in place. Sh
e looked at them carefully. Whatever she wanted to think each, in their own way, told the same story.
“Oh am I fucked.”
“You fucked? Sweetness never. Not unless you’ve…ah ha…what have we here?”
Bugger.
She’d been so intent on her discovery—and talking to herself out loud—she hadn’t even heard the door open, let alone notice Athol Donaldson, a friend, a Dom and a member of the committee of Dommissimma walked up to her and plucked one of the wands out of her unresisting fingers.
“Godalmighty, Athol, have you ever heard of knocking? You’ve just taken years off my life, you bugger.”
“Guilty as charged, hon…Oh-oh…” He rolled his eyes. “If this is what I think it is and you’re the one who sent it like this then yes, fucked you were.”
“I’m buggered. She’ll never forgive me.”
“Well now, honey, strictly speaking on this occasion I’d say buggered is what you weren’t. Screwed? Definitely, fucked, oh yes … buggered is not the way it works, and believe me I should know. Now unless you went down the turkey baster route, I’d say you’ve hit the nail on the head. Fucked and screwed.”
She gritted her teeth. “I will not demean myself to answer that.”
Athol handed the wands back to her. “Why not? I would. Now then, do I need to go all macho and call someone out? Butt plugs at dawn and all that?”
“You, you bastard.” Linsey didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She sat down in the desk chair abruptly and put her head in her hands. “Oh shit, Athol, what am I going to do?”
Out of the corner of her eye she watched him hunker down. The worry and concern on his face was almost Linsey’s undoing.
“Tell Uncle Athol, Lin. You weren’t forced in any way were you?”
“What?” She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “Oh, no, nothing like that, truly. I just scratched an itch that’s been getting bigger for months and hey ho. Up the duff.” She stood up and began to pace. “Bun in the oven, up the stick and bloody well up the creek without a paddle. And not a turkey baster in sight. All my own doing.”
Athol raised one eyebrow. “Immaculate conception was it?”
His dry tone lifted her spirits.
“Anything but immaculate. Quite messy actually. And fucking—used intentionally—marvelous. Before you ask, no I’m not going into details. Let’s just say, champagne, and fire eating aren’t easy to forget.”
He winced. “Ouch. Tay and Silver’s?”
She nodded “Exactly. Not very polite, I agree, but neither of us gave that a thought.” Linsey gave herself a mental shake. “Right, that’s my five minutes of woe is me, misery over. I’m sorry you had to see it.” She began to pick up all the mess she’d created, and shoved them all into a large carrier, added the ones Athol still held and tied a knot in the bag.
“Evidence hidden. But, blimey how many of those things did I buy?”
Athol grinned. “At a rough count, seventeen.”
“I didn’t want there to be any mistake but even I gave up counting after ten all told me in their own little way that there was no mistake. I, Linsey Mitchell, spinster of this parish, ex almost partner of one Laura MacKinnon—who, of all things just happens to be the sister of my business partner—lately a lesbian, and always a switch, is now officially bi once more…. Plus, knocked up and a full, sub’s paid member of the pudding club.” She let her breath out in a whoosh. “And I’m scared shitless.”
“Ah, honey, no need really.” Athol tugged her into his arms and hugged her. “We’re all here for you. Whatever you decide.” His tone was level and gave no indication of how he thought she should act. “Sub’s paid…Well, that’s you half way there. Once you show your body whose boss, that’s both sides of you sorted.”
“Oh there’s only one thing that’s going to happen.” Linsey took a deep breath. “In around seven months give or take, you and Edan are going to be honorary uncles. How’s your knitting? I fancy mittens and itsy bitsy booties.”
“They’d not suit you and wouldn’t go with red leather cat suits.”
She sniggered. “Neither will a bump.” Linsey looked down at her still flat tummy, encased in one of the aforementioned red leather cat suits. “Not long now I guess, until this is put in the wardrobe for the duration.” She wished she didn’t sound so wistful. Dammit, she’d suspected she was pregnant for several weeks, but put off the pee on a stick scenario until she secretly hoped it was true.
Plus she’d wanted to see if Laura had changed her mind about their almost relationship and would agree to try to be a couple.
“Life ain’t half going to be complicated,” she said wryly. “I’m having this baby, Athol. I might be a single parent, with b-all chance of being anything else, but my pregnancy is non-negotiable.”
“And Laura?” he asked, concern uppermost in his voice. Athol more than anyone knew of her on-off relationship with Laura. More off than on, if she was honest.
Linsey sighed. “I think that’s over even before it really got started. You know she married years ago and then they divorced when she decided it wasn’t men she wanted? It was years before I met her.”
He nodded.
“Well, she still won’t accept it wasn’t wrong, and people can change their minds about their sexuality. She’s convinced it’s wrong for—” She hesitated. “Look, this is strictly between me and you, and no bloody psychoanalyzing it, she’s adamant no men around. I’ve never made any secret of the fact that if the right guy came along I’d swing both ways. Well, he did and I did and this is the result. And yes we did use a condom, but hey, as everyone knows, they’re not infallible. This one wasn’t anyway.” She sniggered, suddenly happy. “Or should I say, one of them wasn’t.”
“Ah, and was it worth it?”
“Get out of your psychiatrist head, and just be my mate. I don’t need my psyche explained to me. But yes it was. Every time. No it wasn’t on the rebound, Laura and I hadn’t seen each other for weeks. Truth be told I was sick of her blowing hot and cold. She married and decided it wasn’t for her. No big deal. Lots of people do. A fair few even then decide they prefer their own sex. So what? Others decide they like both. So why she’s so anal about it I have no idea.”
“Anal she isn’t.”
Linsey spluttered. “Yup. Oh, lord, it’s shite really. And this would be the last straw I reckon. If she was bothered. But it’s been ohh three plus months since we saw each other. And between you me and the gatepost, we never ever had a relationship.”
It was Athol’s turn to look surprised. “Never?”
She shook her head.
“Never,” Athol scribed a circle in the air. “You know.”
“Nope never, nothing, nada, zilch. She’s one messed up mind person. She’d benefit from a session with you in your professional capacity I reckon. A shrink might do her good.”
“Only if she wants it.” Athol perched on the end of Linsey’s desk, grabbed her hand and pushed her back into her chair. “How do you feel about it all?”
“I guess she doesn’t. Not my problem anymore, if it ever was. You can’t help someone who won’t let you. But, hey, I’m thirty-nine Athol, I’ll have my first child on or around my fortieth birthday. I have no time or inclination for any more shit. And I know I said she’d kill me, but you know? Tough. Although I don’t think she’ll give a damn. Because the last thing Laura said to me was, it’s over.”
Linsey swallowed heavily and took a deep shuddering breath.
“So, tomorrow I’ll make the appointment to see my GP, buy my vitamins and see if I can find someone who makes maternity leather cat suits.” She felt better already.
“Good for you hon, and if not, we’ll customize the ones you’ve got.”
Linsey waggled her finger at him, and poked him in the stomach.
He oomphed. “Ouch, woman, what was that for?”
“Athol Donaldson, you are not taking a knife to my cat suits.”
“Spoilsport,�
�� he grumbled, but the twinkle in his eyes showed her he was teasing.
“Yeah, so am. Anyway with all this angst, I forgot to ask you, why are you here?”
“We've got a meeting at six with Tay, and whoever it is he wants to add to the committee. Some guy he’s known for years. I’m guessing you forgot. Edan’s on his way, he had a lecture to give. He’ll be here by six though. Me, I of course just skived off.” He laughed, the deep belly laugh so in contrast to his almost effeminate looks.
“Yeah, and if I believed that you’d have a bridge to sell me.” Athol worked harder than anyone she knew. “Ah, shit all this pregnancy lark addles your brains.”
“Hmm. Well before we close the subject for now, just one thing.”
She looked up at him, enquiringly.
“Are you going to tell the bloke he’s going to be a papa?”
Damn, she knew he’d ask that.
“Er, well there’s one problem there.”
“How come?”
She reddened. Athol shook his head.
“That look is worrying me. Hon, fess up, you know you want to. And anyway I’d wheedle it out of you somehow. Best just to come clean.”
“Okay, you bugger. I can’t tell him, okay? It’s not possible.”
“Oh and why? Is he dead or on another planet?”
She took a deep breath.
“We were both masked. And I’m bloody sure I’m not going up to every dark-haired, dark-eyed guy I see and say, excuse me, do you have a tattoo on your cock? One that matches the one on my cunt.” She shook her head and her long blonde and because she’d forgotten to straighten it, curly hair danced around her head and shoulders like a dervish. “Sorry, isn’t going to happen.”
For once she’d shocked him, she could see it in his eyes.
“Say that again.”
“It was a masked party, we hooked up and got matching tattoos. And no I’m not going to tell you what.”
“Ri…ight.” Athol shrugged. “So was that before or after you fucked like rabbits?”
Chapter Five
“So you see this is the set up.” Tay MacKinnon pushed open the outer doors that led to the corridor where all the offices were situated. “What do you think so far?”
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