Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
The man gave a wary smile. “I’m glad she at least has me on her friend list.” He extended a hand. “Thank you.”
Maniac shook the man’s hand. “You’re welcome.”
The man took off, waving over his shoulder.
Tatiana stared after him as she leaned into her Daddy’s side and hugged his arm. “You really are the best Daddy in the world.”
He gave her braid a tug before unlocking the door and letting them inside. “I couldn’t just leave Beth in the street and walk away. She was in a very bad place.”
Tatiana tipped her head back as her Daddy shut the door. “Of course you could have. But you didn’t because you’re a good man.”
Maniac shuddered. “Okay, well, let’s shake that off. I don’t want it to taint our day. Today is our day. It’s going to go on the calendar as an important anniversary.”
Tatiana giggled. “Tattoo day?”
“Yep. The first time I inked my future wife.”
She gasped. Her knees went weak. “Your…wife?” Her voice squeaked.
He lifted her off the floor and settled her on his hip to carry her through the front of the shop and back to his station. “Of course. Why do you sound surprised? You don’t think I’m going to let you run around town with all those sexy tattoos and fuck-me dresses without a giant rock on your finger forever, do you?”
Tatiana could do nothing but stare at him. She was speechless.
His wife. He intended to marry her.
Her heart was so full. She set her cheek on his shoulder and held him tight around the neck.
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you sure about this?” Maniac asked.
Tatiana was fully reclined on his chair, chest naked, hands gripping the arms of the seat. “Yes.” She nodded vigorously.
“Baby girl, I have never restrained anyone to give them a tattoo. It’s not something I would consider safe ordinarily.” He rubbed his hand over the short beard on his chin. His Little girl was going to drive him crazy for the next fifty years, but he loved her.
“Daddy, just do it. It will help me keep my hands out of the way so you don’t have to worry about me swatting at you while you work.”
He frowned. “Does your usual artist strap you to his chair, Little girl?” He hated the thought of that.
“No. Don’t be silly. That wouldn’t be safe or professional. I just grit my teeth and hold on tight.”
Maniac chuckled. “He’s a smart man. It’s not safe or professional.”
Tatiana rolled her eyes. “But I’m not your usual client. I’m your Little girl. I like restraints. You know I do.”
“Yes, when we’re fucking, not when I’m inking you,” he pointed out.
She grinned. “I’m going to use the feel of the restraints to pretend you’re about to fuck me and take my mind off the needle.”
Maniac groaned. “You’re going to kill me, Little girl.”
She smiled wider. “But you’ll do it? Please? It’s like the best all-time fantasy.”
His brows shot up. “You fantasize about being strapped to the chair while someone forces you to get inked?”
She shook her head, giggling. Giggling. “No, silly. I only fantasize about being restrained while you mark my skin. Not someone else.”
Maniac sucked in a breath. Holy fuck. He ran a hand down his face. “And how am I supposed to ink your gorgeous body with this hard-on?”
She shrugged. “Pretend I’m just any random woman in your chair with her shirt off.”
He shook his head at her. “Baby girl, that is not going to be possible.”
“That’s what I’m going to do when we switch places. You’re going to take your pants off and I’m going to…” She giggled again. “I’m kidding. I’m going to suck your cock every few minutes while I work. I can restrain you too if you’d like?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “You will be doing neither of those things, Little girl. While you’re inking me, I expect all your attention to be on my skin. Not my cock. And there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell I’d let you restrain me.”
She shrugged. “Your loss.”
He leaned over her, gripped her wrists against the arms of the chair where she wanted them restrained, and brought his face inches from hers. “You’re welcome to show your appreciation for my amazing tattoo skills on your knees when we are all done, but keep your sweet lips away from my cock while you work, got it?”
Damn that giggle. “Yes, Daddy.”
He rolled his eyes before rising to leave her in the chair so he could rummage around for something to restrain her with. When he couldn’t find anything suitable, he unfastened his belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans.
Tatiana gasped. “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” Her eyes were wide.
He grabbed both her arms and pulled them over her head. “No, silly girl. I’m going to restrain you with my belt.” After rounding to the back of the chair, he wrapped his belt around her wrists several times and then fastened it off on the bar at the back of the chair.