Passion Mark

“Avery! Customer!”

Avery glanced up from her work to see a tall man standing at the front of the shop. Her eyes perused him from head to toe. He had to be a model. Aside from the height, he was well-built like a basketball player and his clothes were designer that was for sure. It was a well cut suit and tailor-made for him. Armani? Hugo Boss? Sean Jean? Didn’t matter what the brand was, because he was rocking it. He had shoulder length, jet black hair and, on his face, he wore Aviator shades that obscured his eyes.

Avery rubbed the cloth over the tattoo she had been working on and told her client to take a break. Removing the black, latex gloves, she rose from her chair to greet the man. His eyes were studying the wall of graphics and past client photographs.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

The man turned toward the sound of her voice. Even with the shades on, she could tell he was checking her out. For some reason, she could feel the appreciation oozing from him, and it caused a hot pressure to settle in her stomach. She could feel the throbbing in her nipple ring.

“I have a special request.” He removed his glasses and Avery couldn’t help the deep inhale she took. His narrow eyes were the deepest brown she’d ever seen; smoldering with the right hint of bedroom chic. He was a hot mix of Bruce Lee and the dude from the movie, The Lover. Cinemax had it on replay all month.

Swallowing the lump forming in her throat, she repeated his words. “Special request?”

“Can you handle it?”

Avery nodded, trying to ignore the double meaning his words incited. “We handle requests of all kinds.”

“I require an artist to come to my home to complete a special piece I’ve been working on for some time.” He walked over to the board to point out a picture. “I want the artist who did this one.”

Avery’s stomach flipped three times. It was a picture of a Geisha staring over her shoulder with a wink and wicked smile. She had drawn that photograph. Rubbing her sweaty palms over her jeans, she walked over to the board. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I drew that.”

“I thought you may have,” he replied with a smile, turning back toward her again. “You’re work is clean, thorough.”

Avery beamed inside with pride.  “When would you like to schedule your appointment?”

“I leave for Tokyo in two days. Is tonight too soon? Around 9pm?”

Avery didn’t know why but her stomach lurched at that. Nodding her head she checked the book to make sure that she didn’t have any late night stragglers. Seeing none, she drew a pencil down the rest of the night. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled seductively at her, his eyes once again racking over her body. He wrote down his address then handed her the slip of paper. “Mine. Nine.”

Avery watched him put his shades back on and stroll out the shop. Once he was out of range, she blew out a whistle and fanned herself. “D’yall see that fine Asian man? Or was that an illusion?”

Her artists and customers giggled and laughed. “We all saw him. And he sure hell saw you,” Cheyenne, her partner, chortled.

Avery went back to work, keeping her head focused. The last thing she needed was to be distracted by hot pot man.

After her last client, Avery rode her restored ’78 Impala over to the address listed on the slip of paper. She stopped in front of the gate and her mouth dropped at the huge mansion sitting in front of her. It was classic Asian inspiration. Bonsai gardens and orchid trees dotted the property. The walls of the mansion were bleached white with large windows covering them. In one window, she could see him. Her body immediately reacted to his topless frame. He was wearing only a pair of simple black lounge pants.

Too busy gawking at the man’s body; she hadn’t pressed the button to request entrance. Instead, she watched him press a remote that released the gate, which slid open to let her in. Getting her head back in gear, she moved her car into the drive.

“He’s just another client, Avery. Chill out. Just a fine, sexy Asian man.” She repeated the words in her head as she made her way to the door with her bag of tools and ink.

Before she had a chance to knock or ring the doorbell, an old man opened the door. He was dressed in a well-made suit. He actually bowed, which threw Avery. She wasn’t sure how to respond. She did a hybrid of a curtsy-bow that she knew must’ve looked ridiculous, but the man was kind enough not to make comment. She hated to stereotype, but he looked just like Sulu from Star Trek. Blowing her hair out of her face, she made her way down the hall. The old man told her to proceed to the living room, off to the right. After that, he disappeared.

Avery entered the room and was awed by the furniture and fixtures. It looked like a place right of HGTV. Her eyes peeped the photos. She assumed they were family members; an old couple, dominated most. She was like a chicken going from one photo to the next. What she was really looking for was a wedding one. Her eyes found another snapshot; a girl.

“My sister.”

Avery started, whirling around. His voice was so quiet, yet powerful. It was like he’d run his finger down her spine. Her eyes latched onto his bare chest and the images strategically placed there. Catching her breath and fighting the blush, she said, “She’s pretty.”

“She is,” he agreed taking the photo. “My brothers and I have a hard time letting her be independent.”

“I wouldn’t know, I got one crazy sister,” she stated, trying to detach her eyes from his pecs. “Where should I set up?”

“I’ll show you,” he said leading her to another part of the house.

He slid back the Japanese doors to reveal an indoor garden. Set up in the middle of the room was a long bamboo mattress-covered table with a matching tattoo chair. Avery followed behind the man admiring his taut backside. He had those two dimples just above the mounds of his ass that made her mouth water. Taking a calming breath, she decided to move her eyes to the table.

“You tattoo?”

“I do, for special clients,” he stated.

Avery glanced at him as she began removing items from her bag. “What is it you do again?”

“I customize and import specialty sport cars, but I was once a tattoo artist before the car thing took off,” he explained settling his body onto the table. “Once and a while, an old client will want a new tattoo and they only want what I can give them.”

That pesky lump rose up in her throat again. “You must be good.”

“Ask Cajun Mal.”

“The rapper?” she gushed. “You did that lion pride one on his back? That shit was sweet.”

“He wants me to add two more when I get back from Japan.”

“Wow.” She pulled out the alcohol, shaving cream, and disposable razor to clear the area, but he steadied her hand. The feeling of his palm was warm against her arm. It made the hair magnetize. Their eyes connected.

“I just prepped upstairs. You can just wipe down with the alcohol.”

Uncertain her voice wouldn’t crack, she simply nodded her head. Taking up the bottle, she poured a bit on the white cloth. “Where?”

“Right here.” He took her hand with the cloth in it and placed it over his right pectoral muscle. She felt it twitch. Her mouth dried instantly. Again, their eyes connected as she cleaned the area. Her heart fluttered under his scrutiny. She was so caught up in his stare, she barely heard his question.

“What?”

“Did you bring the photo?”

“Uh, yeah. Hold on.” She rummaged through the bag and found the photo book that held the Geisha pic. “Do you have any changes you want to make?”

“No, I want her exactly as you drew her,” he stated, settling back in.

Avery began to sketch the picture on the stencil, making sure to capture every detail. Taking the sheaf, she placed it over the muscle to transpose the image onto his skin. When she was sure it had taken, she lifted it gently. There she was gazing back at her. The Geisha. She pulled out her big hand mirror, but he waved her off, pointing up. Avery glanced up and saw a huge ceiling mirror. How did she miss that?

She put on her black latex gloves. “You ready?”

He nodded his head, just as she switched on the tool. Then the Zen fell over the room. Avery began to trace over the piece carefully, her hand wiping the blood away ever now and then. Her eyes would rove over the other pieces on his chest. He had some really nice images and they were all well done. She loved the Samurai. He wasn’t trying to hack anyone like most brothers would want. No, his warrior was quiet, meditative, but you could see the fire brewing just behind the eyes.

“What takes you to Japan?” she asked.

“Customer wanted me to deliver his Roadster personally,” he replied.

“How did you get into cars?”

“Chop shops.”

Avery stopped and stared at him. He had said it so casually. “Really?”

“Yeah. I used to run with a real bunch of idiots,” he admitted. “One day, I just said it wasn’t worth all the trouble. So, I began to get into the tattooing thing, built up some capital and began to do legit work on cars. Started small, then got a name with some rappers and that was it.”

“What about your old crew?”

“Some dead, some in jail. The car thing kept me busy – and out of touch.”

“Wow. Didn’t leave you much time to date, huh?” Why’d you throw out that hook? She scolded herself.

He chuckled, making her pause her work. “I date, but nowadays the girls just want to ball.”

“Seeing this place, I can see why.”

“Do you judge a man by his possession?”

“Not in this economy.” She laughed, sitting up, studying the piece. “Brother could be looking like he Trump and turns out he broker than Hammer.”

He chuckled again. She looked down at him. His smile was breathtaking, inviting. She rose for a bit. She was feeling intensely warm all over.

“It looks good.” He observed in the mirror.

“I thought I’d give you a rest before working on the color.”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over her body. “The tongue or nipple?”

“What?” she asked, thrown off guard by the question.

“What hurt more? The tongue ring or the nipple ring?”

“How’d you know I had a nipple ring?”

He cocked his head to the side as if to say, “C’mon.” She had been unconsciously rubbing her boob against his arm the whole time she had been working on his tattoo.

A blush rose up, when she realized it. “Well, if you must know, it was the nipple one.”

“Why get it then?”

“Because once the pain is gone, there are … ahem… other benefits,” she explained coming back to the table. “You ready?”

Taking the hint, he nodded and allowed her time to concentrate on the tattoo. Avery was far from cooled down as she began to color in the piece. Her palms were super sweaty and were making her latex gloves extremely uncomfortable. She tried keeping her eyes on the work, but was finding it hard. As she cleared sweat from her brow, she looked down the panel of his flat stomach. Her breath caught for a second as she noticed the rather large tent forming in his pants. She guessed she wasn’t the only one affected by the closeness, then again, dudes got hard just staring at wallpaper.

She brought her eyes back to the piece intent on finishing it. She was almost done and it was looking really good, if she did say so herself.

“Anyone ever tell you, you look like Jill Scott?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“No. Anyone tell you, you look like that dude from the movie, The Lover?”

He laughed. “I always get Bruce Lee, but that one’s new.” He studied her features more closely. “Your smile is prettier than Jill’s.”

That flutter was back again. This time her hand got a little shaky. Taking a second, she cleared away the blood. The exhale she released twitched his muscle. She watched awestruck as his nipple hardened beneath the breeze. It looked so good, she was tempted to pop it into her mouth and taste it.

“Y’all got some water?” she asked clearing her throat. She ran her hands along the sides of her high top faux hawk.

Without warning, the Sulu-looking butler came out of nowhere with a glass of ice and a bottle of Evian, placing it on the table near her tools, then handed him a glass of Hennessey. She looked up surprised then watched as he disappeared again.

“Carl is very vigilant,” he said, smiling.

“Thank God.” She opened the bottle and took a much needed swig. Capping the bottle, she glanced at him sideways. “Ok, now I know the butler’s name, but do you know all this time you haven’t thought to tell me yours?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled again. Licking his lips, he took a sip of the cognac. “It’s Kraven.”

Did she hear him right? “What?”

“Kraven,” he repeated, looking her up and down when he said it.

She cocked her head to the side. “Last name.”

He paused. His cup stopped just at his lip. A smirk creased his lip. “Yu.”

She just stared at him as if he was hustling. “Stop lying.”

“You want my license?” he laughed, understanding her disbelief. “Better yet, look up my name on your iPhone. Go on. It’s Kraven with a K.”

Pursing her lips, she pulled up her phone and began the search. Sure enough several articles and images came up. Her eyes glanced from the screen to him, skeptically. Yellow brother even had a Wikipedia page.

“C’mon, would I have had that much time to write about myself?” he joked settling back onto the mattress.

“You could,” she threw back settling in. “Your parents must be a hoot.”

“My older brother has a pretty traditional name. But my other brother, my sister and I, they decided to get creative. It was the seventies,” he explained. “Haven, Lovin and Kraven.”

She burst out laughing. “Damn, they did get creative. But yours is the best.”

“I get that a lot,” he said, staring at her.

She was putting the finishing touches on the piece. Their eyes met again. She could feel the muscles in her core twitch. It was definitely craving some of him that was for sure. Be a professional, she chided. I know he looks good. I know you see the bulge in his pants, but damnit, be strong. She sighed again.

“You know every time you do that it turns me on.”

Her eyes darted to his again. There was definitely a fire in his eyes as he took a slow sip of his drink. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I never said it bothered me.”

She licked her lips and swallowed the lump for the umpteenth time. Time ticked away as they studied one another. Finally, she pulled her eyes away to finish. The last color fell into place. Cleaning off the excess, she switched off the needle and put it aside.

“What do you think?” She looked up at the mirror. She saw that he wasn’t looking at the piece but at her.

“Looks good to me.”

Their eyes connected again. She reached over to grab the salve, bandage, and tape. Using her index finger, she picked up a dollop of salve and rubbed it on the tattoo, making it glisten then she placed the bandage over it and taped it down securely. She removed her gloves, tossing them in the trash can.

“All set.” She announced wiping her hands over her jean capris. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Counting off 10 Benjamins, he handed her the money.

“A grand?”

“It was good work.”

“Thank you.” She blushed at the compliment as she tucked the money into her wallet. She began packing up her things, when she sensed he was still watching her. Her eyes drifted over to his and once again they locked. He looked too good, lying on his side, propped up by his elbow, one knee bent. She licked her lips.

He instantly perked up. Rising, he slid off the table to stand in front of her. The heat of his body drew her to him. He ran his hand over her brow then down her cheek. “Sorry if I come on too strong, but I’ve had to hold myself in check all night.”

Her eyes widened as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers. His hands held her cheeks prone as his mouth pushed her lips apart to allow his tongue access. Delving into the hotness, it flicked the ball of her tongue ring, making her tingle. Avery was astounded by the smoothness of his lips. Her body melted against his, wrapping her arms around his waist to clutch his bare back. Boldly, she slid her hands inside his pants and gasped when she realized he had nothing on underneath. Her fingers clutched the meat of his butt, making him groan. He pushed his pelvis into her middle, rubbing his erection against her belly ring, which sent a jolt to her puss.

Finally finding the strength, she pulled away from his lips to breathe. They pressed their foreheads together, taking in each other’s breath. “Shit,” she swore, raggedly.

Not giving her a second to think, he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the sexy satin bra underneath. Avery sensed her sized double D breasts must’ve overwhelmed him, because his eyes seemed to pop out his head in admiration. She laughed, drawing his eyes to her mouth. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her into him, pushing her breasts higher. Like a magician, he snapped the clasps at the back and drew the garment into his hands. He immediately felt the cool metal of the nipple ring on his abs and smiled as it warmed under his body heat.

His hand tried to grip the breast, but it was more than a handful, and he didn’t have small fingers. They were long and strong and every inch fought to hold her. Avery moaned as his thumb tweaked the hardened nub. She bit down on her lip trying to keep the noise low.

He must’ve read the concern on her face. “Don’t worry. Like I said, Carl is vigilant. He’s probably in his room watching Grey’s Anatomy.”

His mouth enclosed over her nipple and began to suckle. The scream she had been hold back sighed from her lips. His tongue was so hot it scorched the metal of her ring. And he knew his way around a nipple ring too. He didn’t pull to hard, just gentle tugs that sent a signal down to her clit. It was like sexual Morse code. He then switched to the other side and showed it the same amount of care and attention.

“Kraven.” She rasped as she ran her hands through his shiny hair. Tugging gently, she pulled his head up then pushed him back down on the table. He followed her lead, laying back. Avery took hold of the drawstrings and unlaced them slowly. Then she slid the black fabric over his engorged shaft and down his legs. Did he just spring up like a Jack-in-the-Box? She mused. Her pussy was definitely drooling if that was the case.

She took hold of his member, measuring the width and feeling the ache in her lower regions and the tick in her clit. He was definitely not adhering to the stereotype. Yellow man had it going on. Reaching into her wallet, she whipped out a foil packet. He smiled at her.  “I always come prepared.”

Her finger slid the rubber down the shaft then wrapped around the pouch at the base. His low growl drew her attention to his face. She liked the pleasure in his eyes and wanted to see more of it. She lowered her mouth slowly to his throbbing dick. And it was throbbing too. The pulse beat in her hand, demanding an answer to release.

Her studded tongue emerged from her mouth and he watched it as she licked him from the bass to the tip in one swoop. She felt his stomach clench in response and saw his head arch back. “Avery,” he groaned.

She engulfed the full staff and began to suck. She liked the taste of it on her tongue as she slid it out of her mouth. With each dip, she could feel the throbbing get stronger. Without breaking her oral stride, she eased out of her shorts and panties, leaving her knee high boots on. Kraven touched her round little booty, feeling the suppleness of her cocoa colored skin. His touch fueled her and she began to increase the pressure. The feel of the ball-barring on his dick was too good, but there was something he wanted more. Reaching for her hair, he tugged her attention to him. He pressed her forehead to his, smelling his essence on her tongue was a total turn on.

Ragged, he groaned, “Ride me, Avery.” She bent down to easy off her boots, but he stayed her hand. “Leave’em.”

Avery smirked wickedly as she mounted him like a Harley. With the ease of a panther, she slid his manhood into her waiting abyss. Her breath had caught a little as he filled her to capacity. Yeah, he was definitely breaking the stereotype. She needed a second to adjust, but Kraven had held his Zen-like patience far too long. As soon as he felt her puss surround his body, he began to buck, bouncing Avery over his dick.

His hand gripped her hips firmly, smashing them, grinding them against him. Her breasts bounced in time with the rhythm, the tiny nipple ring catching the light and glinting. With each pummel of his hips, Avery’s moan grew louder and louder, arousing him all the more. Her tiny muscles held on strong, keeping him from pulling out completely. The air was trapped in her lungs making her woozy. Her hands pressed against his chest, leveraging her body. The ache was so twistedly good.

Kraven sat up, gripping her booty to keep them connected. His mouth immediately sought her breasts. He mashed the two orbs together to lick the nipples as one big treat. Avery hooted in ecstasy, tightening her walls even more. She could feel the tremors closing in; feel the pressure building to a climax. Her hips began to rock feverishly. Pulling away from her breasts, Kraven gripped her hair and pressed his lips to her ears.

“Come for me.”

“You ain’t got to tell me twice.” Her body had already started to shake with the pleasure. The throbbing of his dick pushed on her spot making her legs tremble. Soon, a dam broke inside her as an orgasm shuttered through her body, washing her in hot tingles. She bit into his neck hard feeling him shiver. When she pulled away, she noticed the indents she left behind. Seeing them made her feel like an animal, marking her mate. As the tingles began to ease away, she began to ride him even harder. “Your turn.”

She wrapped her arms about his neck and her legs around his waist. He flipped her over the table and began pumping harder. His hips moved over her body like a piston. They fit like a nut and bolt. She could feel the veins of his dick start to press for release. Her fingers dug into his hair, seeking his lips. They molded over hers covering the growl he emitted as he bore deep into her. Avery exploded again, milking the pleasure a second time around.

He eased them down onto the mattress, nestling his head between her two big mounds. Their breathing mingled as they stilled their hearts. Silence washed over them. Avery’s hand grazed his back, swirling the sweat there.

“Avery?” His smooth voice caressed her skin. “Are you busy this week?”

“Why?” she asked looking down at him.

“How’d you like a trip to Japan?” he offered kissing her boob. “All expense paid.”

Avery laughed. “You sure have a way of telling a girl she’s great in the sack.”

“Oh, I think I have another way,” he said hoisting her up.

“Where are you taking me?”

He pulled her up against his body. “Around the world and back.”