The shop was in a rather seedy part of town. The streets were dark and littered. She hesitated briefly. Then, taking a deep breath to gather her courage, she went inside. A young man with stringy brown hair was tattooing a pudgy biker. Both looked at her with disinterest. The young man ignored her. Her eyes narrowed a bit at the insult. She was finding it hard to believe that this place deserved the reputation for excellent work that it had.
A soft touch on her shoulder. She turned and found herself looking at a massively muscled chest. She looked up into startling amber eyes.
"May I help you?" His soft, deep voice was courteous. The young man flushed. She ignored him to look up at the golden-eyed giant. He was easily seven feet tall. His long blond hair was pulled back into a tail. He was wearing only leather pants and boots. A dragon tattoo peered over his shoulder, its claws on his upper arm and its tail curling around his torso and disappearing under his belt. The amber eyes warmed as she didn't flinch from him.
"I was considering a tattoo," she replied softly. "A small one." He smiled slightly and nodded. She was beginning to wish she were twenty years younger and in better shape.
"The designs are here," he said, turning towards a low table and a pair of easy chairs. The dragon on his back seemed alive as he moved. He waited until she sat, then offered her a large book to look through.
"Thank you," she said. He nodded and went to the young man and the biker. No words were spoken, but she could almost feel his anger at the young man's rudeness. Evidently, the young man could feel it as well. He carefully finished his work and then left with a quiet word. She glanced up at him as he passed her. He nodded a curt farewell. She nodded in reply. A flash of relief lit his eyes as he left. The biker paid for his new decoration and left, ignoring her.
Amused, she went back to looking at the designs. Flowers, ribbons, hearts, some abstract designs. Nothing really caught her fancy. Then she saw the small dragon, curled into a spiral. It was larger than she really wanted, but she kept coming back to it. She felt him at her shoulder. She turned her head to look up at him. The beautiful amber eyes were expressionless. Her fingers were caressing the small dragon.
"He is meant to be a pair," he said softly, "one spiraling in each direction." He paused.
"Oh," she said, disappointed. Two were more than she wanted. Or could afford. The prices were listed in the book. There was none listed by the small dragon. She stroked the picture and sighed. None of the other designs really attracted her. He sat next to her, waiting for her decision. She sighed again.
"I'm sorry," she said as she handed the book back to him. He, too, stood.
"The spiral dragons," he said softly, "go here." His finger spiraled around her breasts, first one, then the other. Her nipples hardened as arousal pulsed through her.
"I…can't…afford them," she whispered, caught in his amber gaze.
His golden eyes gleamed. "They have no price," he replied softly. "I have been looking for someone who wants them for years." His finger spiraled around her breasts again. She was finding it hard to breathe.
He stepped back from her. Then he handed her a card. "Come back if you wish," he said softly. She simply nodded and left.
She put the card in her pocket and somehow managed to drive home. She kept feeling his finger on her breasts and seeing his amber eyes. At home, she looked at the card. His handwriting was graceful and elegant. He had written, The dragons are yours, if you wish. Midnight. Any night.
She found herself trembling. Over the next few days, she found her self looking at the card. The message remained the same. Her dreams were haunted by his unusual amber eyes. She found herself at the door of the shop. At midnight. With a trembling hand, she touched the door handle. The door opened easily. Slowly, hesitantly, she went in. He was waiting for her.
He led her into a small, private room. Golden eyes gleaming, he gently removed her blouse and bra. He held her breasts in his large hands for a moment, his sigh soft as he touched her soft skin. He urged her into a recliner. The back reclined only enough for him to work. She trembled slightly as his finger swirled around her breast. Then he began the tattoos. It hurt. Yet it aroused her, having him touch her, create on her skin. The first dragon was finally finished, the tail curling around her hard nipple. He stroked her breast. A soft moan deep in her throat as his touch eased the pain of the needles.
Then he did the second dragon. Again, easing the pain with his touch. Then he kissed her nipples, teasing her with his tongue, gently nipping her with his teeth. She moaned softly in pleasure. She was limp in the chair, eyes closed, breathless as he continued to caress her breasts and kiss her nipples. Her hands were smoothing the skin of his shoulders, touching her face.
"Will you stay with me?" he whispered.
Her fingers caressed his lips. "Yes," she breathed.
He lifted her out of the chair and carried her to another room. He set her on her feet and removed the rest of her clothing. Then he removed his own clothes. His penis surged into an erection that was as long as her forearm and as thick, with a fist-sized glans. His testicles hung heavy and firm. His dragon tattoo continued down over his abdomen and onto his enormously erect penis.
Her fingers lightly traced the tattoo from his hip to the end of his rigid penis. She looked up into his glowing golden eyes.
"Dragon," she whispered feeling the tremendous heat of his erection in her hands.
He laid her on his bed and moved over her. She caressed his shoulders and chest as he kissed her, soft and hungry. The burning tip of his penis pushed against her, spreading her wider and wider as he slowly pushed into her. The growing pain of his slow penetration made her moan softly into his kiss. Her breasts throbbed as if the spiral dragons were contracting around them.
The huge glans suddenly entered her. She jerked and gasped at the sharp pain. He paused for a moment to kiss her breasts. Then he pushed deeper into her. The massively thick, burning shaft soon had her writhing. He hurt and burned as he pushed deeper and deeper. The fiery pain was arousing her more than she believed possible. His hips ground against hers, his monstrous erection now completely in her. Then a long, slow withdrawal. Another slow, hot penetration. Again and again a she writhed under him, accepting his hungry kisses. Suddenly, she arched and climaxed, her body convulsing in hard spasms around his rigid, burning penis.
A soft sound of pleasure from him as her body clenched him tight, throbbing hard around him. Her orgasm eased and she laid limp under his heavy body. He was still massively hard and hot in her. He began moving harder in her, his thrusts sharper, faster. The burning friction soon had her thrashing against him. The sweet pain of him had her frantic with arousal. Hard, sharp thrusts pushed her into another hard orgasm as his first climax pulsed his fiery ejaculate deep into her. He kept moving in her until her orgasm was constant, intensifying with the rivers of molten fluid her poured into her.
He took her until he was sated before allowing her orgasm to fade. She lay limp and quivering under him. He eased gently from her body, pleased at her soft sound of protest. It was daylight, nearly time to open the shop. He covered her gently and darkened the room so she could sleep. He went to the small room he had used to tattoo her and picked up her blouse, bra, and purse. He placed all of her things on a chair beside the bed. He showered as quietly as possible and went to open the shop. She barely stirred as he kissed her forehead softly before leaving her to sleep.
His thin employee came in on time to make amends for his previous rudeness. The big man allowed the apology. He went to the book and removed the spiral dragon. He would not do it again until she left him and he found another. He looked up at the display of body piercing jewelry. The binding rings and diamond chain glittered. Perhaps she would be the one…
He checked on her from time to time. He had truly exhausted her. She finally stirred during the late afternoon. He showed her the shower and promised her something to eat. She kissed him, focusing only on the touch of her lips on his. His fingers traced her dragons. She sighed in pleasure. He drew back from her, amber eyes gleaming. Another soft sigh, and she went to take her shower.
As she dressed, the thought of putting on her bra bothered her. She examined her dragons. They seemed to curl possessively around her breasts, tails around her nipples. They pleased her. Sudden arousal coursed through her as she thought of the amber-eyed giant. She left the bra off and her blouse opened almost all the way. Her dragons peaked out as she moved.
He returned with hot coffee and sandwiches. His eyes gleamed with approval as he saw how she was dressed. She felt her body quiver at his look. They ate quickly. When they were done, he became very quiet.
A deep breath. "Do you wish to leave?" he asked.
A sudden, hollow feeling hit her. She was quiet for a long time. "Only if you want me to," she whispered softly. He reached out to gently stroke the dragons peeking out from her blouse, feeling her heartbeat under his fingertips.
