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)
Tatiana whimpered and arched her fucking sexy chest. Her nipples were rock hard and straining toward him. He wondered how on Earth he was going to be able to concentrate enough to ink his own Little girl right between those glorious tits, especially if she cried. That would be his undoing. He’d probably have to stop and get someone else to do it.
After gathering all his supplies, Maniac lowered the chair and perched on his stool. He set a hand on her tummy and took a deep breath while he let his gaze wander all over her naked torso.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are like this?” he whispered.
She shook her head.
He cupped her breast lightly in his palm and flicked her nipple with his thumb.
His precious Little girl arched and whimpered. “Daddy…”
With her arms stretched over her head… Damn, there were no words. She was spectacular.
“Daddy?”
“Don’t rush me, Little girl. I’m having a moment.”
She smiled. Her cheeks were dark pink.
“I’ve never inked someone I was in love with before.”
“How many people have you been in love with?” she asked softly.
“None, Rainbow. Just you.” He stroked his fingers over her other breast, pausing to toy with her nipple. The tight little bud was so perfect.
Finally, he shifted his attention to the place he was about to ink. “You’re sure? I could always do a rainbow or something with a pot of gold right between these amazing tits.”
She giggled and shook her head. “Flirty Kumquat cupcake, Daddy! It’s our thing.”
He chuckled. “Okay.” Another deep breath and he finally bent over the smooth patch of skin and got to work. He had to focus and ignore her tits. For the next hour, she was any other customer wanting the best possible service he could provide.
“It’s so pretty, Daddy.” Tatiana was sitting up now, her hands holding her breasts apart so she could look down at the tattoo.
Maniac held a mirror out in front of her so she could see it from another angle. “Yeah?” He sure as fuck hoped she liked it. It was too late now.
She hadn’t been kidding. She cried out several times when he first got started. It freaked him the fuck out. He hated hurting her. But she kept insisting she was fine and that he should continue. Eventually she settled down and spent the rest of the time breathing heavily.
After he covered the tattoo with a clear adhesive to protect it, he leaned toward her, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.
“Your turn,” she stated as soon as he released her lips. She glanced around. “Where’s my shirt?”
He wiggled his brows as he released his belt from her wrists. “You don’t have to wear it on my account.”
She jumped down from the chair and scooted around him to snag her shirt off the desk. It was a simple white T-shirt. She also had on jeans today. Both were unusual for her. She preferred to dress extravagantly most of the time, but she did own casual clothing for lounging around the house.
Granted, that was before she’d moved in with him. Since then, her casual lounging clothes were always chosen by him, and they never included denim or anything that made it difficult for him to easily touch her pussy. He preferred dressing her in cotton dresses that barely covered her bottom. He also preferred she wear either nothing underneath or a diaper.
Tatiana had gradually come around on that issue, letting him help her play at a younger age a few evenings a week and last weekend for an entire day and night.
The T-shirt she was wearing now left nothing to the imagination. It was too thin to hide her nipples, especially their rosy color. Her breasts were small, so she could get away with it, and she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra for a while anyway with that new tattoo in the way.
“Pants off, Daddy.” She was far too excited about the prospect of inking him. Perhaps he should be nervous. But he couldn’t muster that emotion. She was truly one of the most gifted tattoo artists he’d ever met. Her work was meticulous. She was a perfectionist when it came to her art.
He wasn’t concerned about her ability to put on her professional hat and get to work, but he was concerned about how hard his cock was going to be the entire time.
He stood, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and underwear, and sat on the chair she’d just vacated. At the last second, he pulled his shirt off too, which left him totally naked.
His cock had been hard, but it went ramrod stiff when her gaze climbed up his body.
“You are the sexiest Daddy in the world,” she informed him as she took her seat on his stool and pulled up close to his hip. “You’re sure about this?” she asked. It was standard practice. Neither of them ever inked a client without triple checking up to the last moment.