Pleasure

“They must have taken the twins out,” Jackson says, walking to sit on a chair.

“So, you get turned on by having tattoos done then? I hope that is what caused the wetness between your legs Kitten, and not Demitri.” His hands grab me, his fingers grabbing between my legs, the leather still there, teasing me perfectly.

Looking at me, he is waiting for me to answer him, his fingers collecting the juices between my legs.  

“About 1% Demitri, and 99% getting the tattoo done, Sir.” My voice is quiet.

“You’re so fucking hot. Seriously, I could fuck you right now, Kitten.” His words make me want him more, the wetness building between my legs. Smiling, I lift the dress up, take it off, and drop it on the floor. His eyes watch me the whole time. Slowly dropping to my knees, I wait, kneeling at his feet.

“Fuck me then, Sir, I am waiting.” Biting my lip, I try to tempt him into saying ‘yes’. I need this. The tattoo has me right on edge. I could e