Page 137 of Knot Without My Permission
“All good, Princess?” Lore asks, sitting next to me.
“Are you going to stay with me?” I ask softly, starting to feel nervous.
“Absolutely. Storm, Wilder, and Ransom are going to go do some actual food shopping, and they’re worried about how they’ll handle your pain,” he explains. “If you need a distraction, I have a plan. Though, it’s not my fault if one of those idiots nuts in their pants at the store.”
“You can’t give me an orgasm during a tattoo,” I laugh. When Lore doesn’t even smirk, my eyes widen. “Lore!”
I’m wearing a pair of comfortable drawstring pants because I knew I’d be at the clubhouse for most of the day.
“If I want to make you come, I will, and Burner will completely ignore it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Burner says, coming over to sit. He pops in earphones and begins to talk me through what to expect, while I nod. Once I’m prepped, he turns on the machine and I close my eyes as I feel the first pinch of pain.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought until one specific place nearer my spine. Tears begin to slide down my cheeks as I breathe shallowly, and I feel Lore’s hand as his thumb rubs the base of my spine.
“This part gets a little rough,” Burner mutters under his breath. “Sorry about that.”
Lore’s hand slides underneath the waistband of my pants and panties, and his fingers glide between my lower lips.
“Pain and pleasure are intimately connected,” Lore rumbles, finding that I’m wet. I was hoping to avoid anyone discovering that I’m aroused, but with alphas, that’s fucking impossible.
“It’s totally normal, Little Queen. I’m just trying not to get shot. Please don’t take this personally,” Burner says, pulling up a neck gaiter to block the scent of my slick.
“Kill me,” I groan. “Ohh.”
“This would be a good time for you to put your music on,” Lore tells Burner.
Pressing a button on his earphones, Burner bobs his head to show it’s done.
“Relax, Princess. No one is going to say shit about you having an orgasm during a tattoo.”
If anything, the rest of the room on the other side of the partition gets louder, and music is blasted to drown out any sounds coming from me.
“Did you plan this too?” I ask, smiling.
“Planning is what I do,” Lore says, pushing his thick fingers inside my cunt. “Now relax and don’t squirm, baby.”
Laying my head back down, I turn away from Burner so he won’t be able to see my face. He continues the tattoo free hand, and I focus on Lore’s fingers as he languidly pumps them in and out of my cunt. I can hear my slick as I get even wetter, and my breathing gets a little heavier.
The combination of pain and pleasure helps me float just above the point of the tattoo being intolerable, and I moan when Lore flicks my clit to change things up.
“Should I keep going? The outline is done, Prez,” Burner says.
There’s no sound from my alpha, but I assume he told him to keep going because I can hear Burner changing something out on his gun. Turning my head, I realize he’s switching to color, and I raise my brow in surprise.
“You’re doing really well,” Burner grunts. “I’m gonna keep going until Lore or I think you’re done.”
Nodding, I lay back down, gasping as I feel Lore pull my pants down.
“Lore help me, because the Lord sure as fuck won’t,” Burner breathes.
“Keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be, and we’ll be just fine,” Lore grunts.
His hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and I whimper as I’m now naked on the fucking table. Burner begins again, and I hiss in pain. The break kind of reset my pain receptors in a way, and now I feel everything sharper.
A warm, wet tongue drags up my arousal, and I moan at the feeling of it.
“Good girl. No one can hear you, Princess. Lay still and let me take care of you.”
