Washington D.C. Series 3:2 - The Artist

He smiled warmly at her as Eva explained what she wanted. Thirty minutes later he had a drawing for her and helped Eva settle onto the table.

"You'll have to lower your jeans and panties so I can place the stencil on you." he said as he gathered and sterilized his equipment.

Eva slid her zipper down and lowered her clothing as requested. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and arousal already teasing her. The situation was more erotic than she had imagined it would be. The tattoo artist turned to her and sucked in his breath as he saw Eva's body exposed to him. Eva smiled at his reaction and subtly moved on the table to present herself better as he applied the stencil. She smiled more when she saw he fight to remain focused.

And then he began.

The needle hurt less than she thought it would. It was a strange sensation and she soon discovered that she liked it. Perhaps she liked pain too. It never occurred to her that receiving pain would stimulate her as much as giving it did. She was learning about the pleasure Brent took in it. Though she knew she would never allow herself to submit like he did, she didn't want to rule out the possibility of playing with someone else who may be able to please her like this.

In addition to the needle, that fact that the artist's face was 2 inches from her already wet sex had her biting her lip. She watched him, fascinated as the needle dug into her skin. The black ink permanently marked her as she watched her design take shape.

The young artist moved his hand deliberately, moving back and forth between the ink and Eva's skin. Every so often he would stop and wipe the extra ink from her skin so he could examine his handiwork and move to the next spot. Twice he wiped down across her, accidently brushing over the tip of her sex. Eva gasped both times and watched, to her amusement, as the artist blushed. He kept his eyes down, focusing on his work but Eva knew he realized what he had done. She could feel herself getting wetter still as she admired the young artist. The pain already had her aroused and she felt the desire building inside her as the young man breathed hotly against her.

He moved the needle against her skin once more and this time Eva let out a small moan. He looked quickly up to her and asked if she was alright.

"Oh," Eva said conscious of the noise she just made, "I'm quite fine. It's just that I've discovered it's more pleasurable than I thought it would be. Please continue."

The young artist smiled at her then. It was suddenly a different smile than before. Now he smiled at her lasciviously. He had found someone who understood him and his passion about tattooing. He was now tattooing someone who understood the pleasure it could bring. Eva smiled back as she watched his demeanor change. She was instantly a more interesting canvas on which he was working.

Letting her head fall back against the table, she concentrated on his next move across her skin - the needle digging into her flesh once more. It took effort not to push her hips up to him. She wanted to feel him pressed against her sex as he worked. She wanted to feel pressure against her clit, it was throbbing and yearning for attention as he tattooed her.The needle moved again and she felt her body pulse with arousal. Every nerve was on edge. She wanted to come, needed it, as he worked on her. She wanted to feel her climax as the needle was biting into her. It was almost too much to take. She needed to regain control.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Eva asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He nodded and sprayed the paper towel to wipe her off again. As he wiped the extra ink from her skin, their eyes met. He stopped for a moment and she let her eyes bore into him. She didn't need to speak. He could see the lust evident in them. Without breaking contact with Eva's eyes, he moved his hand across her skin again, this time purposely moving his hand down and across her aching clit. Eva sucked in her breath but didn't move. He wiped across her again and again, finally resting his hand against her. Eva allowed herself to push her hips up to him and he pressed back. The young artist groaned softly as he felt Eva's body react.

Leaning forward he softly whispered as he nodded to her tattoo, "I really should finish this first. I only have a little bit left to do."

"Do what you need to do," Eva whispered back.

He groaned softly again and moved his hand away from her. Picking up his gun he loaded more ink and and positioned himself over her. He shifted slightly this time so his free arm rested firmly against her sex. He knew what she needed. Eva's head fell back as he started the next line of her tattoo. As the needle came across, he pressed his wrist against her. Eva moaned with pleasure at the contact. Fire erupted in her as he moved the needle back and forth over her. Each movement arousing her more as he pressed against her. After working and moving against her for a short while, he was left with only three lines left to ink. Three small lines was all she had to endure to find her release. Her arousal had been building steadily to this point, she was so close. One. The needle cut into her and she felt her body tense. Two. The needle dug into her flesh. Her clit throbbed with the movement of his hand. She needed to cum. Her breath was ragged. He knew how close she was. He knew he could make her cum. He saved the longest line for last. Three. The needle drug slowly across her skin, the pleasure mounting explosively as he moved. That was all Eva needed. Her body trembled as she let out a low moan. Her cunt pulsed hard and she came as the pain of the needle broke through her skin....