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“Christ.” You hissed, biting your hand to soothe the pain as the tattoo artist started filling in the places meant to be blacked out.
Seeing your tense state, the artist removed the tattoo gun from your tender skin. “Need a break?”
“No. She’s fine.” A hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up at your boyfriend, who was looking down on you with a usual wicked grin. Gideon stroked your cheekbone with his thumb, as if the little action would make the pain and discomfort go away. “Right, babe?”
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“That’s my girl.” Gideon patted your cheek.
It could be worse. Gideon could’ve asked you to get a whole back piece of his company’s logo instead of a tramp stamp.
At first, hearing the request was very strange. His company’s logo permanently inked into your skin? But you soon realized it was more than that. It was less about affiliation with his business and more about affiliation with him. Gideon wanted tangible evidence that you were his, that he owned you.
Besides, dating Gideon Graves for an entire year without getting entirely sick of him was commendable. So he saw it as a reward for you. But if this damn tattoo was your only anniversary present, you were gonna be absolutely pissed.
***
Thankfully, Gideon seemed to be kinder than he was most days. After the tattoo was finished, he took you out for a little shopping spree. When you left the mall, you were carrying what felt like a thousand bags filled with new jewelry and clothes, mainly low rise and cropped per Gideon’s request as he wanted to see your new tattoo whenever he wanted. Gideon even picked out some lingerie sets, being ever so gracious to allow you to pick which one you’d wear tonight.
“You don’t need to think about it too hard.” He said while swiping his credit card. “It’s gonna be ripped to shreds when I’m done with you anyway.”
And he kept true to his word.
“Fuck.” Gideon panted, holding your hips in an iron grip as he pounded your pussy. “So. God. Damn. Tight!” Each word was emphasized with a powerful thrust, making you see stars.
You’ve lost count of how many times Gideon fucked you today. First was in the bathroom of the fancy restaurant he had taken you to for dinner. Then in the limo on the way home. And now, on every piece of furniture and solid surface he could think of.
“My pretty girl.” You heard him say, digging his nails into the meat of your thighs before giving your ass a few hard slaps. Gideon grabbed your hair, forcing you to tear away from the pillow you had your face buried in and look at the mirror in front of you. “Such a pretty slut.”
That was one way to put it. Your lips were chapped and bruised, your makeup was running down your face, and your hair was a mess. Gideon looked as roughed up as you with his sinful expression and strewn glasses.
“Fuck, Gideon.” You moaned as he hit a spot deep inside you. “Please, please, please.” As sensitive as your spent pussy was, you couldn’t help but beg for one more orgasm. And with how sensitive you were, you knew one little push was going to send you flying over the edge.
Gideon knew too, which was why he reached around and started harshly rubbing at your clit. “Come on, come on!” His thrusts grew rougher, and he threw in a slap or pinch to your clit. “Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours.” You moaned, legs shaking.
“Louder.”
“Yours!”
“Louder!”
“It’s yours! My pussy’s yours!” You cried out, orgasm washing over you. Gideon didn’t let up on his pace, fucking you thoroughly until you were begging for a break.
He finally pulled out when he was reaching his own orgasm, only to jerk off over your body until he came. His cum spilled onto you, and Gideon did his best to aim for the tattoo that you had gotten that morning.
“That’s right.” He said when he came down from his high, panting a little. “It’s all mine.”