Ink, Sex, Magic Pt. 02

"What if I do?"

"Trust me- we need to be patient, okay? Let me take care of you without thinking you owe me anything."

"Okay. I guess I'll have orgasms if you really want me to."

"So you're ready for your first tattoo? Payment due before services rendered, naturally."

"Naturally."

"Then lie back and let me take off your other stocking. And your knickers."

I keened with anticipation as he slid my panties down at last, watching wide eyed while he brought them to his nose and found my scent before tucking the scant piece of silk in his back pocket. Seated on the rolling chair, he opened my legs and ran his broad hands over my inner thighs, bending down to smell my flower directly. Just feeling his hot breath gave me pleasure.

Kiernan kissed my spread cunt reverently, but didn't use his tongue; I wriggled impatiently. "I know- I see how wet you are. But I want to see how you touch yourself."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want you to show me how you touch yourself when you think about me."

I flushed, wondering how he knew. "But that's so... embarrassing."

My father laughed. "Embarrassing? It's beautiful- watching a woman give herself pleasure, knowing exactly what she likes, when to stop, where to go, how to give herself orgasm after orgasm..." The coarse heat of his hand felt so nice, skating over my sex as he talked in a low rumble.

"Come on, Li," he said, taking my hand now and sucking two of my fingers. "Show me."

My desire finally burned my reservations to ash, and I dug my fingers, still wet from my father's saliva, into my pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, having gone straight to my tenderest spots inside and out with hooked fingers and thumb. But just as I would have if I was alone, I didn't make myself cum yet. I wanted to show him how I would travel between my vagina and clit, sometimes attacking both at once, the spirals I'd wind and unwind, the crescendos and interludes. I'd pulled my shirt up and popped my breasts out over the top of my bra to play with them, to make that tension spanning from my nipples to my sex like a bridge.

Kiernan couldn't help but touch and taste, this being the first time he'd seem them. He was gentle, with a few well-timed bites and tweaks, and whispered in my ear how perfect my tits were, how much he'd love to cum on them. "You should see how fucking beautiful you look right now," he said gruffly, sucking in the stiff peak of one breast, bringing me ever closer, and I closed my eyes to absorb the joy of it all.

"Mmm, I'm about to cum so hard Kier... Do you want to feel me cum?"

I felt his fingers tease the part in my lips and then let him inside my mouth, sucking eagerly in my wanton zeal. When I popped them out again, he brought his hand down to join mine, moving with me as if we were one. An orgasm bloomed, opening petal by petal, until they fell upon themselves in the exquisite abandonment of release. He watched, mesmerized by my silky glisten.

"Oh, god, Kiernan, oh fuck, oh Kier, awwww yes..." After my first climax, we kept going, riding out the little waves until the big one came, one that made my clit so sensitive that I pulled our hands away with tears in my eyes.

"I love to hear you say my name when you cum, Lili," he whispered and kissed away my tears.

"Better than when I say Daddy?"

"I didn't say that..." His kisses ran down my jawbone and neck, up to my lips again, to taste my pussy.

"Now- are you ready to get to work?

***

I was so relaxed that I felt like I could have gotten the tattoo on my ribs and not have tensed up. But as it was, I barely felt the scratchy sensation on my calf over the throbbing aftershocks in my cunt. Before I knew it, he was wiping it down one last time and dabbing bacitracin over it. Kiernan helped me up and brought me to the full length mirror to take a look.

"It's perfect, Da, thank you!" I admired the finished product in the mirror while my father admired me.

"My pleasure, love." He drew me in for a kiss, a stirring erection pressing against my belly.

"Speaking of your pleasure..." I put my hand over the seam of his jeans and felt him getting harder and longer for me.

"I told you- you don't owe me anything."

"I know but," I lifted his hand by his thick index finger, "I want to." Slowly, my eyes gazing up, I took his finger into my mouth, swirling with my tongue on the way down and sucking hard on the way up.

Kiernan exhaled through his gritted teeth, hard-on growing exponentially. "Christ, Alice, you have no idea how much I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock." He kissed me roughly, one hand slipping under my skirts to grab a fistful of ass.

"But someone's here."

"What? I don't hear-" I stopped at the metallic sound of a key in the door.

"Don't worry, it's a friend- part of the new crew actually," Kiernan explained, rearranging his package and hastily returning my panties so I could put them back on over my soaked kitty.

"Hey, Delaney, it's me!" a man's voice called over the sound of him resetting the alarm.

I followed my father, who gave his friend a quick bro-hug before introducing us.

"Alice, this is my friend Haku Kawai. Kawai, this is my daughter, Alice."

I took Haku's offered hand with a shy smile. He was bronzed skinned and handsome, had a lean, muscular build and was adorned with tattoos and inked scarifications. I recognized many of the designs as traditional Polynesian, but I could see that others were magical in nature. He had a kind smile that crinkled his deep brown eyes and there was a refreshing aura around him, like a tropical breeze, and looked both comfortable and hot in board shorts and a hibiscus-patterned shirt.

"It's good to finally meet you, Alice. Your dad's told me all about you."

"I should hope not," I muttered.

"I met Haku in Hawaii years ago. He promised that if I ever opened a parlor on the West Coast, he'd come work with me."

"Just my luck he actually did," Haku told me with a wink.

"And mine that he actually followed through. By the way, mate, your timing's perfect- I just finished giving my daughter her first tattoo."

I turned out my calf to show Haku, wondering if I'd ever get used to showing off my body art.

"Ah, I see, a rose from the Red Queen's Garden. What's underneath- protection seal?"

"Yep," my father answered.

"It's lovely- suits you well, Alice. Good thing I taught your old man all my tricks."

"And that I can do them better."

"Is that how you remember things, Delaney?"

"Do I need to get out a ruler?" I teased, amused by their friendly competition.

"At least let me buy you a drink first," Haku quipped in stride.

"Oh, I'm going to have to watch out for you."

If I wasn't mistaken, my father looked slightly peeved at our rapport. "Drinks might not be such a bad idea. I know I need one. Come on, there's a shisha bar a couple of blocks down I wanted to check out." Draping his arm over me possessively, Kiernan lead the way.

The bar my father had chosen was like the inside of a jewelry box- brightly-cushioned divans and low velvet sofas, plush carpets and glittering tiles, hookahs gleaming like gems on carved teak tables. Haku and Kiernan decided on a blend for the three of us to share and ordered themselves ales and spliffs while I got what they called a High Chai- a deliciously spiced tea with THC tincture.

They regaled me with their adventures in Hawaii and New Zealand- the magic they inked and cast, battles fought, pleasures and perils alike. I don't know if I'd ever seen my father so happy and carefree, and it wasn't just the alcohol and herb. It was a version of him that I rarely saw in all my days hanging around Sectio Divina and never around my mother; one who talked and laughed freely, who didn't constantly watch his back or carry the weight of the world on his muscle-bound shoulders.

I almost envied his friend for having known this Kiernan for so many years. Then again, it was hard to imagine anyone could be around Haku without shedding their burdens for a time. I know I had, at least until Haku extended the offer to teach me Polynesian techniques and spell-work if I ever wanted a native's perspective during my apprenticeship.

My father preemptively nixed that idea with one simple statement: "Alice will only have one Master at UnderGround Ink. Me."

If this seemed at all rude or odd to Haku, he didn't let on, just shrugged with unquestioning acceptance. Whether this was due to his general laissez-faire attitude or his familiarity with Kiernan's possessive nature, it was hard to say. I, on the other hand, was both embarrassed and irked that my father had answered in my stead; that he wanted me all to himself but only as his secret pet, not his woman. I knew turning it into an argument would have been both rude and pointless, so I did the next best thing. I tried to make him jealous.

It wasn't anything too overt, but my father noticed nonetheless- I giggled in an especially girlish fashion at Haku's jokes, played with my hair while we talked and occasionally spoke softly so he would lean in to listen. I delivered the coupe de grace when the evening was winding down by asking Haku if he wanted to exchange numbers.

"In case you have any other tricks you'd like to teach me," I added.

"Here, just call your number on my phone." Haku handed his cell over, oblivious to the fact that my father was shooting me a look sharper than daggers.

"Perfect," I said brightly

"Perfect," Kiernan echoed, clearing his throat loudly as we saved each others contact information. "Well, Alice and I have to get back to the shop to get her stuff. Do you want to come with, help move some furniture around real quick?"

I could tell it was a tact to dissuade his friend from following us. Bastard.

"Are you kidding me, Delaney? I'm about to go binge on pizza and The Americans. Wish you'd join me, but at least I finally got to meet you, Alice, it was well worth the wait."

"Likewise, Haku," I said, returning his hug- which I would have done even if I wasn't trying to piss off my father, but I probably wouldn't have let my hands slide over his biceps as I pulled away.

After going our separate ways, Kiernan practically dragged me back to the shop, not having to say a word to tell me just how pissed off I'd made him.

"Hey, what the fuck's your problem!" I shouted when we were inside, trying unsuccessfully to break free. But he only let me loose when we were in the staff-room- a private space in the back with a large apothecary chest he'd gotten in China, several mismatched chairs and a black leather couch.

"My problem? What the fuck was that back there with Haku?"

"I was being friendly."

"You were flirting and you know it," he said brusquely.

"So what if I was? Didn't you say that you wanted me to see what the world had to offer?"

"I didn't mean for you to fuck my crew. That's a recipe for bad blood. And he's too old for you anyway."

"In case you haven't noticed, I have a thing for older men. Besides, Haku's younger than you," I added as a twist of the knife.

"Don't be coy with me, Alice. I know what you're doing."

"Finding out who I'm allowed to date? What about guys my age, like the ones who joined us at the Cellar?"

"The Hot Topic junkie or the stoner from Scooby Doo? 'Cause you can do so much better than those asshats."

"What about Thomas, then. He's quite the fetch."

"Your stepbrother?" Kiernan sneered.

"Obviously I don't mind keeping it in the family. I don't think it would bother him either."

"Oh, I know it wouldn't. I've seen the way he looks at you. Of course, I also know that you despise him, so the only thing that worries me about that fucker is what he could have done to get on your shit list. But that's a later conversation. What I want to know now is why you're deliberately provoking me."

"Well I want to know why you treated me like a child in front of your friend first. I haven't even agreed to be your Apprentice- you have no right speak for me."

My father looked taken aback. "Is that what this is about? Telling Haku that he couldn't teach you?"

"Partially."

"And wholly?"

"That you don't want to be with me, but you can't stand the thought of me being with someone else."

"What?"

"You heard me. So you can make me cum- that doesn't make you Jesus. It makes you another guy who goes on an ego-trip every time he gets a woman off. Well, I'm neither your disciple nor your conquest. Unless you want to make this an even remotely balanced relationship, in which I'm allowed to hold any of the cards, I am out." I stared at him levelly, though he looked as furious as a hurricane.

"You're right. I'm a selfish, controlling, egotistical prick. I want you to see the world, but I want to be by your side to keep anyone else from seeing the sexy woman inside my sweet girl. And I'm so afraid of falling any deeper in love, that I won't allow myself to be vulnerable- the way you are with me- and it's unfair as hell.

"Does that about sum it up?"

I was momentarily stunned. "So you aren't as emotionally clueless as you seem."

"I'm not made out of stone. Do you honestly think you're the only one getting eaten up inside? Who feels like they're being consumed?"

"Yes, actually."

"Welcome to being an adult, Alice: You're not the only one with feelings."

"Just the only one who shares them."

I turned, hoping he would stop me, but Kiernan just watched me leave- like a rock immovable by force or persuasion. As I sped home, I kept glancing in my rear-view for his pursuit. Even when I locked my door, panting from how fast I ran upstairs, I half expected him to come knocking. But, as usual, he valued his self-reliance over any relationship that threatened it.

And to be honest, so did I.

***

I slept fitfully that night, dreaming that I was running through Kiernan's wicked garden. Just as I fell to my knees and started to drink from his naked fountain, he burned it all down and me with it. With little sleep and a big weed-over, I was sluggish throughout the day, making it nearly impossible for me to process it all: The words we'd said and hadn't, the way I felt, if I should protect myself from him or with him, and how Haku's number disappeared from my contacts and call lists.

It was all so incomprehensible that I didn't respond to his texts or calls- I wasn't ready to combat his glib arsenal. I'm not sure why I was shocked to find my father sitting on my sofa when I got home and a vase with about five dozen red roses in it on my counter.

"Lili," he breathed in relief, standing up to greet me.

I stood behind my kitchen island to block his approach. "Kiernan. Please- come inside, make yourself at home."

"I know I shouldn't be here, but you wouldn't answer me and I couldn't sense you all day."

"Sense me? Who are you, Darth Vader?" Well, he is my dark father...

"I incorporated a tracking sigil in your tattoo, but it's not working."

"You mean you magically lo-jacked me?"

He shrugged, not at all contrite. "I tried, but I guess you didn't want to be found."

"You mean stalked?"

"Li, I came here to apologize, not argue goddammit."

"Oh, please. You broke in because you have to be in control."

"I let myself in because I don't like being ignored."

"Well then, welcome to being in love with a Delaney. Not so fun on the other side, is it?"

"Christ Almighty, if you won't hear me maybe you'll feel me." My father circumnavigated my blockade, overpowered my resistance, and took me up in his arms, into his kiss.

Unlike other times I'd been in a forcefully intimate situation, I quickened inside rather than icing-over when Kiernan captured me. The pleasurable overload of sensation and emotion flooded my core, liquidating my sex. My tongue met his timidly, then more ardently as my body melted against his molten steel. He held my wrists until I relaxed and when he released me, I allowed him to support me with one arm while the fingers of his others curled around my jaw and throat. Knowing that he could choke me with little effort, but instead held me like something cherished, kept me from recoiling.

"I'm a jealous god, Lili, and this is what it feels like to be my woman. Is this what you really want? To be mine- my daughter and my lover?"

I reached up to touch my father's beautiful face, to stroke his cheek, his jaw, his chin and lips until he shivered slightly. "Yes, Kiernan. My father, my love."

"You have no idea how hard I tried not to want you; to resist the only temptation I've ever had to deny. I've never been so glad that you're as stubborn as you are beautiful."

Petting me between my legs now, he moved the damp gusset of my panties aside, pleased to find my kitty as wet and sleek as ever. Kiernan's kisses ran down my jawbone and neck, up to my lips again, which he coaxed open the way he was opening my cunt with his cunning touch.

"Fuck!" I pulled my mouth free to swear when he delved inside my sodden hole until his palm ground against my clitoris.

He chuckled softly, nipping my ear as I writhed against him, clawing at his chest with my pink-tipped nails. As I began matching his thrusts, I undid his belt buckle with one hand and started fiddling with the button of his fly. I thought he was auto-cockblocking me yet again but no- Kiernan pulled his belt off in one smooth tug and then undid his pants for my convenience. I smiled against his mouth, finally releasing his hot erection into my palms.

His manhood was as mouth-wateringly beautiful and heart-stoppingly big as the rest of him, from the plush crown gleaming with precum to its wide trunk rooted in a neat wiry patch, the sac below so heavy with his seed. For the first time, I caught his moans of pleasure in my mouth, as I stroked his velvety soft shaft, rolling the rim of its meaty head, deftly tugging the crest underneath, smearing his liquid diamonds with my thumb.

Our hands moved in time, stopping only to undress one another, until we were nerves laid bare.

"Can I suck your cock?" I whispered.

"Is this a trick question?"

"No. I just want to make you cum with my mouth. Can I?"

"God yes- but not that way," my father stipulated, not letting me fall to my knees. "Not yet at least... Come with me," and he carried me to my bedroom.

The mattress sagged as he laid down with me, positioning us so we could 69 on our sides, his head between my knees and prick in my face, flushed head dewy with arousal. Before I could even comprehend the proportions of it all, I felt the hot lash of his tongue on the flesh of my labia and the simultaneous sensation of multiple digits invading more than one of my tight holes.

I cursed incomprehensibly as my father continued to show me new levels of intimacy. Understanding that I could return this pleasure, even if just a fraction of it, I took his shaft in my hand and the head into my mouth, my tongue flowing over every contour, hollowing out my cheeks as I applied suction, rolling his balls in my palm while trying to relax my throat to accommodate more and more of him.

This was only made more difficult when he rolled onto his back, but the payoff was the incredible experience of riding his face. For a few moments, my pussy was bereft of his mouth as Kiernan looked down to watch me servicing him, digging his fingers into my hair to hold my head still and fucking my throat. But then he relinquished control over the pleasure I gave him and went back to eating me out. His reaction only made me want to suck him off harder, faster, better; to demonstrate the literal depths of my love.