Blaque Pearle by Tarris Marie

Author:Tarris Marie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Odyssey Media
Published: 2023-04-19T13:28:12+00:00

We hit the dark, rocky, winding roads. Two armed guards in a black Jeep trailed closely behind as we shook along the dirt path a few miles up and down long hills. With no streetlights to guide us, the black iron gate in front of his house seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The gates opened slowly, and we drove into the driveway of a small, one-story beach home illuminated with spotlights. The white house was small, cozy, and cute. It was the simplest thing I had seen since I’d met Blaque.

We rushed through the house, stripped out of our clothes, and showered the day away. The house was peaceful, and after a long day, we were ready to chill. So, we slid into swimwear to bask in the moonlight. Blaque poured us a glass of Jamaican rum on the rocks, and we melted onto the hammock that hung by the pool. We faced the ocean and chilled quietly, enjoying the song of the crashing Caribbean waves while holding each other under the constellations. The Jamaican night air was countryside fresh and blew over us like a cooling fan.

“Blaque, I want a tattoo,” I randomly said.

“Really?”

I was nervous and buzzed. “Yes.”

He studied me for a moment before going inside the house. He returned with his tattoo equipment and a table on wheels. My heart started racing as he positioned the table at the pool’s edge.

“Where are you thinking?” I asked.

“Christian Blaque Savage across your body. That would be sexy.”

I grabbed his face. “You know your Gangsta Boo would beat your ass.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“With my life.”

“I do my best work when I freestyle.” He spun me around. “I need to figure out where I want to put it.”

“Where’s your favorite part of my body?”

“Your lips.” He smiled. “Both sets.”

He gently placed me on the table. “I’ll let your body tell me.”

Slowly, he pulled down my bikini top and sucked my breasts. His tongue traveled down my stomach. With the help of his teeth, my bikini bottom slipped to my ankles. My legs spread across the table, and his tongue steadily moved down each leg to my feet, making my eyes roll back. After flipping me on my stomach, he started massaging my back. His mouth traveled down my spine and stopped at the small of my back, where he rubbed alcohol.

“My tongue led me to the spot above that sexy ass. Are you ready?”

I nodded and closed my eyes. The loud buzzing of the equipment made me nervous. When I sensed the needle was close, I winced.

“Blaque, wait. Will it hurt?”

“It will sting at first,” he whispered. “But then your body will get used to it. You mustn’t move once I start por favor.”

After my tattoo artist explored every inch of my body with his mouth, he tattooed his love permanently into my soul. The tattoo pen stung and scratched the skin on the small of my back; his steady hand etched artistry from his mind and onto my skin––his canvas.

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