Tattoo

Elias’s fingers gripped her wrist as he pulled her down the dimly lit street, his pace quick, his energy electric. Kitty stumbled slightly, her heart racing as she tried to keep up. He didn’t look back at her, didn’t slow down—he simply dragged her along, his presence so commanding it felt like the air around them bent to his will. She could feel the heat of his skin through his grip, the way his fingers pressed into her flesh like a brand. He’s marking me, she thought, her breath hitching. Even here, even now.

The neon sign above the tattoo parlor buzzed faintly, casting a flickering red glow over the sidewalk. Elias finally stopped, turning to face her. His eyes were dark, almost black in the shadow, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. “In here,” he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for protest.

Kitty’s stomach fluttered as he pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly. The shop was small, the walls covered in sketches of tattoos, the air thick with the scent of ink and antiseptic. A man with sleeves of tattoos and a pierced brow looked up from behind the counter, his expression neutral but curious.

“Elias,” he greeted with a nod, his voice gravelly. “You’re back.”

Elias didn’t return the pleasantries. He stepped forward, pulling Kitty with him. “I need you to do something for me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Something permanent.”

The man’s eyes flicked to Kitty, then back to Elias. “And she’s okay with this?”

Elias’s grip tightened on her wrist. “She’s more than okay,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl. “Aren’t you, Kitty?”

Her throat went dry. She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want it.”

The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He gestured toward the back of the shop. “Alright. Let’s get set up.”

Kitty’s legs felt like jelly as she followed Elias to the back room, her stomach twisting with a mix of fear and anticipation. The artist motioned for her to sit on the reclining chair, and she obeyed, her hands trembling as she gripped the edges of the seat. Elias stood behind her, his presence looming, his hand resting on her shoulder as if to anchor her.

“Where do you want it?” the artist asked, adjusting the tattoo gun.

Elias leaned down, his lips brushing against Kitty’s ear as he spoke. “Right here,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest just above the waistband of her jeans. “Property of Elias. Make sure it’s clear. Make sure it’s permanent.”

Kitty’s breath hitched, her skin prickling at his touch. The artist hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking between Elias and Kitty before he nodded. “Alright. Let’s get started.”

The buzzing of the tattoo gun filled the room, and Kitty clenched her fists, her heart racing as the needle touched her skin. It stung, but the pain was almost secondary to the thrill of what was happening. Elias’s hand stayed on her hip, his grip firm, his presence a constant reminder of why she was doing this. This is for him, she thought, her chest tightening. This is proof that I’m his.

Elias’s lips brushed against her ear again, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “You’re doing so well, Kitty,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re taking it so beautifully. Just like I knew you would.”

Her cheeks flushed, her body trembling under his touch. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on her hip, the sting of the needle as it marked her skin. It felt like an eternity, but finally, the buzzing stopped.

“Done,” the artist said, leaning back. He glanced at Elias, his expression unreadable. “It’s… something.”

Elias stepped forward, his eyes dark as he examined the tattoo. Kitty couldn’t see it from where she sat, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. His fingers traced the letters, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the fresh ink. “Mine.”

Kitty’s breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as he straightened up. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

She stumbled after him, her legs still shaky, her mind buzzing with the weight of what had just happened. Elias led her out of the shop, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin as they stepped into the alley beside the parlor. The dim light from the streetlamps barely illuminated the narrow space, but Elias didn’t seem to care. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

Kitty’s heart pounded, her breath quickening as she lowered herself to her knees. The rough asphalt pressed into her skin, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were locked on Elias, his presence towering over her, his gaze piercing through her.

“You’ve been so good tonight, Kitty,” he murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair. “So obedient. But I need you to do one more thing for me.”

Her lips parted, her breath hitching as she nodded. “Anything,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good girl,” he purred, his hand tightening in her hair. “Open your mouth.”

She obeyed instantly, her body trembling with anticipation as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper echoed in the alley, and then he was stepping closer, his length pressing against her lips. Kitty’s eyes fluttered shut as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him, her lips closing around him in a practiced rhythm.

Elias let out a low groan, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her. “That’s it, Kitty,” he murmured, his voice husky with need. “Take me deeper. Show me how much you want this.”

She moaned around him, her hands gripping his thighs as she obeyed, her body trembling with the **** of her desire. The alley was quiet except for the sound of her wet, **** mouth and Elias’s ragged breathing. He was everywhere—in her mouth, in her mind, in her very soul.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “Every. Last. Inch of you.”

Kitty couldn’t respond, couldn’t even think. All she could do was focus on the feel of him, the taste of him, the way he filled her so completely. Her body was on fire, her need for him consuming every thought, every breath. She was his. She always had been.

Elias’s grip tightened in her hair, his hips moving with a rhythm that made her eyes roll back. “That’s it, Kitty,” he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take it all. You’re doing so well for me.”

She moaned around him, the sound muffled but ****, her body trembling as she felt him grow harder, his rhythm more urgent. His hand tightened in her hair, his breath hitching as he whispered her name, low and guttural.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, his voice a command, a plea. “Not until I say so.”

Kitty obeyed, her body moving with a rhythm that was as much his as it was hers. The alley was silent except for the sound of her **** mouth and Elias’s ragged breathing, the air thick with the heat of their desire. She was his. She always would be.