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.
