want to hear him beg.”
Not in this lifetime.
Evan noted Niall’s hands curling into clenched fists inside the restraints, and wondered if he was even aware of it. Probably not.
“As beautiful as your slave is, I doubt mine’s self-control. Put this on him first.” Opening the container beneath the table holding his tattoo supplies, he lifted out a heavy cock ring, one he knew was a tight fit on Niall, a torture and provocation at once. At Joseph’s nod, Evan handed it to Leila.
“Go do as the Master instructed,” her Dom told her. “Don’t let him come.”
“Yes, sir.” As she moved toward Niall, the Scott fastened a glittering gaze on Evan. To lubricate the ring, Leila placed it in her mouth. Finding Niall already too tumescent for that to work, Leila proved herself a quick thinker. Kneeling where Niall could see her, she spread her knees, and the ring disappeared between her legs, along with a couple of her fingers. When she removed it, dripping with her body’s natural lubricant, Niall’s gaze was now pinned on her.
This time, she was able to get it to the base of his cock, though she had to work it over him carefully. Niall said something to her that made her cheeks flush, her lips part before she settled herself on her knees. Placing her short but well-manicured nails on his thighs to balance herself, she put her moist lips on the broad head of his cock and slid down the shaft, taking him almost to that ring. When she slid back up, her throat worked in a most engaging manner.
Evan closed his eyes, enjoying the first shudder through Niall’s mind as much as the outward reaction of his body. “Would you lend me your assistance, Joseph?” At his nod, he handed the Dom a blindfold. “He’s never docile, but he’s more intriguing when he can’t see.”
Niall didn’t fight him, but did shoot Evan a look that indicated it wouldn’t have been his first choice. Then he was blind, Joseph lacing the sides snug so the blindfold molded to Niall’s face, the bridge of his nose.
I want you in your head, neshama. Feeling everything. Her mouth on your cock, my hands on you, the needle as I stitch the paint and my blood into you . . . the invisible eyes of your many admirers.
Niall stayed quiet, likely sensing Evan getting into his own head as well. The Scot was intuitive that way. Pulling up a stool, Evan adjusted his table of inking tools, the variety of colors, the tiny cups to clean the needle and dip into new colors. He also had a scalpel and ceramic bowl handy, the most important elements for what he was about to do.
When he’d first told Niall he was going to do this, the Scot had said little about it, but since then it had drifted through his head with the constancy of clouds in the sky. The fact that he didn’t think too deeply on it told Evan it intrigued him more than he was willing to admit.
Niall bore his third mark, the significance of the chai symbol not lost on either of them, given that Niall had come to him on the brink of death, but Evan wanted to enhance it with his art. Make Niall one of his canvases.
“Thank you, Leila. That’s enough.” His servant’s powerful thighs were trembling with the effort not to thrust into her mouth with the little movement permitted by his bonds. Evan could smell the semen that had oozed from the slit. The ring was cutting viciously into him, barely holding back the climax boiling in his balls. Leila had a very skilled mouth.
Now his servant was aroused, alert, fiercely agitated. Good. That was where he wanted him. Evan had no concerns about Niall tensing up over the process itself, which sometimes happened with first-time tattoo subjects and could degrade the design as a result. Niall had no fear of pain at Evan’s hands, could even get aroused from it, when applied correctly. But if Evan could get him into that floating state that Niall didn’t embrace as readily as a natural sub, the skin would accept the ink even better. He was on the threshold of that now, whether he realized it or not.
When Evan slid his fingers over Niall’s pectoral, where he would start the tattoo, the man quivered, his lips parting. “Only one focus. What I do to you here.” He gave him a single prick with