(LANCE)
We barely made it back to the clubhouse before I had her again.
The tattoo chair in the back room was already prepped — the same one where new patches got inked. I stripped Eliona down to nothing but her leather cut and laid her on her back, legs spread wide over the armrests. The fresh unicorn brand on her inner thigh still looked angry and beautiful under the harsh overhead light.
“Time to make it permanent,” I growled, picking up the tattoo gun. The low buzz filled the room as I dipped the needle in black ink.
Eliona’s breathing was ragged, her p***y still leaking my c*m from the ride back. I leaned down and dragged my tongue slowly through her folds, tasting us while the gun hummed in my other hand.
“This is going to hurt, baby,” I warned. “But you’ll take the pain for me
