The ride to my shop was tense.
Maya rode with her body molded to mine. Her body heat filtered through the few layers of clothing I adorned, burning through me and searing my veins.
“I want to do that again.” Bitty giggled while she dismounted my hog. “Fuck! That was fun.”
“Anytime you want to rub that sweet body of yours against mine, you let me know. I’ll be more than happy to take you for a ride.”
“You talk a big talk—”
“But I have the tools to back it up. Now,” with both hands I grabbed a hold of her hips, hoisted her up, and over my shoulder, making her squeal, “let’s get that luscious ass of yours in my chair and wearing my brand.”
“Put me down, you dork,” Maya demanded while laughing.
“No.” My hand smacked her right ass cheek, “You know…I kind of like you like this.”
“That hurt,” she moaned.
“But you liked it. Bet you anything you want, that you like being manhandled by me. Knowing I can toss you around.”
“No, I—”
“Is your pussy wet for me, Bitty?”
“Talan!” she yelled out in mock indignation.
“I like you screaming my name. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream tonight.” She wiggled and pummeled my back with her tiny little fist while I opened the front door, and then walked straight toward my station.
It was pitch black in my space. I turned the lights on low, using the dimmer next to the door, and after visibility returned, I deposited her in my chair. “Stay.”
My demand was met with silence and hooded eyes.
On the table where my ink was stored I had a controller for the docking station I’d set up months ago. My playlist for this day had been set since the week after I met her . . .
Songs that reminded me of her.
Lyrics that made me think of wanting more.
Rhythm’s that pulsed through my speakers like sex.
“Take the dress off,” I commanded. “I want to see nothing but the skin you’ve tempted me with all this time.”
Maya didn’t disappoint me when she climbed down from my chair. Her body swayed, mimicking sex, and she pulled the offending garment off.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” My groan came out strangled; she stood before me in her barely there swimsuit. Her fingers holding onto the front, pulling them just a tiny bit lower.
“Are you going to compliment me, or finally take me?”
Little girl was pushing me too hard too fast. I wanted this to last. “Up, on my table, now.”
“Yes, boss man,” Bitty sassed then crawled up on my table.
I walked over to the cabinets to my left and pulled out my portfolio. Inside the folder I had her stencil and original drawing. The thing that Maya never realized was that the first tatt I marked her with, wouldn’t be what I’d showed her the other day. No, for her first tattoo I had something small and symbolic drawn out.
My fantasy tatt would consist of hours of work and pain. A side piece that complimented some of my own work. What I had prepared for her for right now would be smaller. “Want to see now or wait until the stencil is in place?” I asked.
“I’ll wait,” she mumbled in a low tone, the music and low lighting lulling her into a relaxed state.
“Okay. Just relax, and I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you to see.” After pulling her bottoms down to rest just above the very edge of her mound, I grabbed my supplies and began to prep.
Wiping down her lower hip with alcohol was torture. My hands and fingers itched to travel lower while the razor discarded all the tiny hairs. Being so close to an area of hers that I yearned to taste, devour, was testing every ounce of my control.
Once she was thoroughly cleaned, I leaned forward on my stool and kissed her skin. From hip bone to hip bone, I explored her taste.
“That feels good,” she moaned low. Bitty’s hips gyrated in slow movements in search of attention and release, but she wasn’t going to get it, not yet.
I’d waited too long to have her there, in my chair, and I wasn’t going to rush now.
“Keep still,” I grunted into her skin when she pushed my head lower with her hands. Her bottoms were soaked, the moisture coating my lips like gloss.
“Please,” Maya begged.
“No.” Needing to proceed, I pulled back and pushed her hips back down on the table. “I’m going to place the stencil on. Don’t move, sweets.”
It was perfect. Small enough to be hidden in her day-to-day clothes, Bitty would be naughty and nice in one tight package for me to enjoy.
“I want you to get up and walk over to the mirror on the wall.” Maya walked over to the mirror and gasped. “Tell me what you think?”
“Talan, it’s—”
“I know.” When I’d met Maya there were a lot of things that drew me to her. She was beautiful, sexy, and intelligent. She loved the water as much as I did, and was driven.
Maya didn’t put up with my shit and called me out whenever I needed to be taken down a peg or two.
My equal.
“I love it,” she gushed, watching the small token from me with reverence. “My God . . . it’s perfect.” On her hip sat a smaller replica of the turtle I wore on my shoulder. Same tribal, puzzle-like design, with hibiscus flowers surrounding the small creature in rich reds and purples.
“You know what the turtle represents?” Standing behind her now, I pulled her soft black hair over her shoulder while she nodded her head slightly. “Longevity,” I whispered into the shell of her ear, “in life and in this case . . .” Trailing off, I prayed she understood what I was hinting at.
“Thank you.” Bitty sniffled, “It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“You deserve this and so much more.” My lips traveled the expanse of her neck. “I know that you get frustrated with me,” this caused her to laugh, “that I make you wait.”
“Talan, you—”
“I’m not done.” Nipping the back of her neck made her tremble. Encircling her waist with my arm while the other caressed her stomach, I made my way up her skin in slow strokes. “No more waiting, Maya. You’ve disarmed me, fucked with everything I knew and wanted.”
“You’re not the only one fucked.”
“Maybe,” the hand around her waist traveled lower until the palm of my hand covered her warm, wet pussy, “maybe not. It doesn’t matter.”
“Jesus,” Bitty whimpered and her hips gyrated against my hand. She was rubbing her core into my starving-for-warmth hands. The fabric of her bikini bottoms rode up letting the dampened material, and my fingers, slide between her sweet pussy lips.
“I’m going to fuck you before the night is through,” I growled into her neck. With my other hand, I pushed the triangles covering her nipples aside.
Motherfucking perfection.
Dusty pink, no larger than quarter-sized nipples, greeted the air and my eyes. They puckered when my finger traced them. Small circular motions around the tip made them stand to attention for me, but one sharp pull to each made her groan and gush into my hand. Her wetness seeped through the small patch of fabric which was keeping our flesh apart.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” I murmured against her neck. As the juices from her pussy coated my fingers, my teeth and lips attacked her neck.
Heaven had nothing on me: both my hands were full of her, my Bitty. My thumb rubbed her swollen clit; tiny, barely there swirls. She pulsed in my hand.
“Talan,” she whimpered, adding fuel to my fire, “more . . . please,” Maya begged and pushed harder against my hand. Her tiny frame and innocent voice destroyed me.
Marked me.
“What do you want? Tell me, Bitty. What do you need from me?”
“Everything,” she moaned.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers, drawing out the feel and heat of her walls. “You have me.” I peppered kisses all along her neck while I pulled her bottoms down. They pooled at her dainty feet, and with a flick of her ankle, they flew across the room.
Pulling my eyes away from the beauty before me was not an option. Her hair was wild, eyes dilated, and lids heavy with lust. With her chest heaving, those perky pink nipples tightened further. Maya’s body was flushed when my hand squeezed her hip and pulled her into my chest.
She burned me.
“Motherfucking perfection.” My hips thrust forward and rubbed my engorged length into the dip in her back. “You break me. Confuse me.” Leaving her hip, I let my hands find purchase on her chest. Goosebumps arose on her skin.
“I think you have it all wrong, Talan. You—”
“Shhh . . . just feel.” The weight of her breasts in my palm; the sight of her nipples extended and at my mercy, made me leak.
“I need to feel you.”
Those words were my undoing. Using my unoccupied hand—the other returned to toying with her pussy—I untied my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. My cock bounced free and smacked my abdomen.
Her head turned, but before she could see me I stopped her. “Don’t fucking move,” I growled lowly. Still my Bitty tried; her head turned further, and at once I had her hair wrapped in one of my hands.
“Please.”
“I fucking told you not to move, Maya.” My hand tightened around her hair and pulled her head to the side, giving me an unobstructed view of her neck and cleavage. Being taller had its advantages, and this, was one of them.
Her breasts were flushed and her nipples pebbled. Leaving her pussy, I dragged my slick, coated fingers up the center of her stomach; slowly drawing patterns across her naked canvas. My name spelled out in her juices from the edge of her mound to the underside of her breast.
“You’ve ruined all the plans I’d set in place for myself, Bitty.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when I gave a gentle tug on each peak. “Never saw myself as the settling down type.” I smacked the tip of each bud with a bit of force.
“Fuck,” Maya hissed at the stinging sensation.
“Not yet. We are doing this my way, Bitty.”
“The fuck?” She made a move to pull away, only to be yanked back by me with force. I let her hair go and settled one hand on her hip, the other on my leaking cock. The tip rubbed against her—leaving trails of my essence on her skin.
“Never said we wouldn’t, just that we would at my pace.” I pumped my length twice before moving my hips a bit back; creating enough space so I could bend my knees.
Maya had her legs closed and rubbed them together. She was delirious for some release and I feared she was reaching the point where she wouldn’t care who gave her the pleasure she craved.
“Quit it,” I snapped then pushed my cock between her thighs. “It will be my hands, mouth, or cock that will give you what you want. The longer it takes for that to sink in, the more pain you’ll be in.”
“Pain?” Maya moaned out while the head of my cock rubbed against her nub with each push forward.
“Defy that rule, and it will be your ass, pretty and pink, with a denied pussy to match.”
“Spankings don’t . . . oh, fuck . . . scare me.”
“Babe, shut up and enjoy . . . watch my cock slide between those swollen lips. Oh, fuck yeah. Again, Bitty. Drench me.”
Bitty threw her head back against my chest and undulated her hips in tiny thrusts against my dick.
My hips jerked up, and with one hand on her hip for leverage, and the other on her breast, I pushed her roughly against me. Her juices flowed down to my balls, coating me in her essence.
Maya had left her mark.
“You feel so good, Maya. I can fucking feel your clit trembling against the head of my cock . . . swollen and begging me to pleasure you. To help you let go . . . do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes,” she hissed when I reached down and circled her sensitive nub. She was so swollen and red. Beautiful.
“Yes what?” It wasn’t necessary for me to fuck with her, but I needed to hear her beg. Tell me how badly she wanted no one but me.
I pulled my hips back and forward harshly three times. Getting her close, but not there yet.
“Talan, I swear—”
“Say it.” Another harsh thrust and a pinch to her clit fixed her defiance. It made her delirious but compliant.
“Talan, fuck . . . oh, my god . . . baby, please. Please make me come,” she spat as my fingers rubbed and pinched her just a bit harder.
“All you had to do was ask.” Maybe I was being cocky, but I didn’t give a shit. I had a swollen cock with a fat red tip and I’d been ready to explode since baring her to my sight.
With three fingers raised, I set up a slower rhythm sliding through her pussy lips. It began in slow succession. Every time I withdrew my cock, my hand came down and my fingers spanked her pussy.
“Oh, my fucking God,” Maya screamed the first time I made contact, and my cock twitched. Her head thrashed against my chest, her hands latched onto my hair and pulled my face down to her neck.
“I’m not God, but in your eyes . . .” Her eyes rolled back as I trailed off and delivered another smack. “Come, Maya, bathe me in you.” Another smack landed, but I alternated this time with a pinch.
She let go. Bitty’s eyes closed and her mouth hung open when a silent scream got caught in her throat.
No one had ever been more beautiful to me than her, in our day-to-day life and in this moment.
“Talan, I . . .” Maya mumbled, barely coherent as she snaked her hand down her body. Coming to a stop, her fingers stroked her clit and my swollen head. “Paint me.”
Those words were my undoing. They rushed through me like fire, settling in the pit of my stomach and burning me from the inside. The sight of her wanton and free, using my cock to rub herself, annihilated my control.
“I’m going to mark you from the outside in. Every inch of you is mine.” I moaned my promise into her neck at the same time my release burst through me. Coating us and splashing my mirror. My come dribbled down her clit to the length of my cock.
We stood silent, soaked in each other a few minutes longer. My lips never left her skin, and my hands didn’t let go. I couldn’t have left her side even if I’d wanted to.
“That was amazing,” Maya whispered when, on her lips, a sweet smile grew while she watched our reflection in the mirror.
“It was,” I agreed. Everything with Bitty was better—new to me. After a few minutes, I turned us toward my chair and sat with her in my lap, creating a mess everywhere but not giving a flying fuck. I wanted this room to smell of us.
“What does this mean for us, Talan?”
“That, I want more . . . with you.” My response was met with a smirk.
“The whole nauseating thing?” Maya laughed.
“Everything. I want it all with you.”
“Good,” Maya hopped off, cleaned herself with my beater, and began putting her clothes back on. What the fuck?
“Where are you—”
“Shhh.” The woman drove me insane. Once dressed, Bitty walked over to the cupboards and grabbed a washcloth which she then wet in the sink. Maya walked back with purpose; her steps were confident, and the gleam in her eyes—dangerous.
She stopped next to me and reached out. Her warm, soft hands took hold of my softened cock and cleaned it with the warm towel. It was the sweetest gesture, and one that spoke volumes to the type of woman she was: a caregiver.
Once I was clean, she leant forward and placed a small kiss over the helmet and stood up, meeting my awed eyes.
“My place, tomorrow at seven, Talan. Don’t keep me waiting.” With that smattering of words, Maya walked out.
I was left stupid by the turn of events, but excited as fuck to see what tomorrow would bring.
That itty-bitty woman owned me.
I set out to mark her, and she ended up marking me, from the inside out.