EroticReverie

Aurelia

Once I get food in my stomach, I find being a "good girl" far more manageable. After we have breakfast and coffee at the little cafe near the store , we go to the shop and I turn on the signs and start opening the front while Dov does some shit in the back and then sets up his station for his first appointment of the day. 

I don't get jealous when Gavin and Bruin tattoo pretty girls. Yet, when a tall ravenhaired tattooed pierced goddess walk in the door looking like Dita Von Tesse and Kat Von D had a baby, I want to scream. Dov had a type. I'd seen the girl he brought home , the girl he played dom to. This was another version of her, on crack, hot, sexy crack. I hated her instantly. 

"Morning." I say with my best fake smile.

"Hey" she says with a voice just a sexy to match her looks. Of course. Of, fucking, course! She sounded like she was a phone sex operator and I bet she moonlighted as a fucking siren drawing sailors to the death with that voice. It was hot, and I was insanely jealous , and hoping, just fucking hoping that he was tattooing her foot or something and that she had gnarly toe nails or something that would turn Dov off. 

"Hey Lydia" Dov says walking out of the back and her eyes lift and go to Dov's a small smile curling her mouth. 

"Hello Dov" she purrs and my nose scrunches.

I clench my jaw, and curl my hands into tiny fists as he walks over, leans down and they give each other a kiss on the cheek. It's quick, and it's friendly, and I cant already feel the bitches hair in my fists as I yank it from her stupid pretty skull. I hate her. I hate her so much. 

"I have a few sketches ready for you" he says and without even looking at me, both of them walk over to his station as I try to think rationally and not like the crazy psycho that I was currently turning into. 

This is his job. There are going to be plenty of girls that look like her. It didnt bother you before. Dont let it bother you now. His fingers were inside YOU this morning Aurelia. Not her. Had he ever had his fingers inside of her? Probably. Of course he has. Look at her. She probably had something crazy like eighteen pussy piercings, something that would really get him off as opposed to my boring vanilla body, that lacked any piercings and tattoos. I was so far from his type and it was currently driving me crazy with insecurity. I was NOT this girl. Sure I got a little jealous over Gavin and Bruin, but not like this. but that was probably because they showered me with affection and flirtatious cute little touches constantly, and they were vocal about just how much they wanted me. Unlike grumpy mc grumpster of there sitting with tattooed Elvira in her black clothes that match Dov's. 

I roll my eyes, turning towards the front of the store, knowing I cant stare at them like some freak the entire time. 

I flip open the book and groan when I see what's penciled. A fucking sternum piece. The hot bitch was getting below her tits tattooed. Because of fucking course she was. 

"Alright, let me get a stencil ready." I hear Dov stay, when she's apparently already picked out the piece she wants from the two he's drawn up.

I follow him towards the back of the shop. Because I can't help myself, and I tuck myself into the little room where he draws up his stencils. 

He looks over his shoulder at me as he sits on a stool at the table where he and the guys sketch the stencils. 

"You gonna stand there, or are you gonna tell me what you need Aurelia?" he asks and then turns his head back and I flex my fingers and curl my hands back into fists. Don't be this girl, don't be this fucking , I chant to myself. 

"I bet SHE has earned your cock before, hasn't she?" I say. What the fuck Aurelia, I scold myself. 

I watch him pause, his arm stopping from sketching. 

"Not sure how that's any of your business Aurelia. I don't kiss and tell." he says and I walk over to the desk, around it, standing there and he's back to sketching.

"Oh I can tell, I can tell by the little smirk on her face" I whisper yell. 

Dov's brows raise and he lifts his eyes, his hand stopping again as he looks at me. 

"Remember what I said about being a good girl Aurelia." he reminds me.

I scowl slightly and shut my mouth, then choose to abandon any promise I'd made in the stairwell. 

"Just tell me, tell me you fucked her" I demand. 

He cocks a brow, drops his pen and sits up straight and crosses his arms. 

"Why?" he asks.

"Because" I huff.

"You're a crazy little bitch, arent you?" he asks and my jaw drops.

"fuck you, no im not" I hiss quietly and he grins.

"well isnt this just fucking adorable...look at you...all worked up and possessive of a cock you havent even had inside your naughty little cunt yet." he says and I glare at him.

"youre not funny." I hiss.

"Not trying to be." he says, cocking his head.

"Yes. I've fucked her." he says , my eyes widen. 

"You know why Aurelia?" he asks and leans over the desk taunting me.

"Cause SHE...knows how to be...a very...very good girl" he whispers. 

I slap my hands on the desk and lean over and push on my toes to get in his face.

"I hate you" I whisper.

"you're a little fucking psycho" he whispers back and I grit my teeth and exhale and he smirks. 

I wasnt even sure why I was so fucking irrational right now. Yes I did. That was a lie. Because Dov had fucked me yet. Did he make me cum so hard I swear I saw fucking Jesus ? Yes. But he wouldnt fuck me, and I bet if I looked like her, he would have already. Maybe that's why it was so easy for him to deny me to not "need" me, but merely "Want" me. Jesus, what is wrong with me. 

"go tattoo your good little fucking girl then" I hiss.

"I will" he says. "Cause its my fucking job , you crazy brat" he whispers then chuckles and sits back up, grabs his pen and I snarl. 

"Im NOT crazy" I protest. But i was BEING crazy. He just keeps sketching.

"Go do your job Aurelia. We're done here. I have work to do." he says dimissing me in a way he knows will just piss me off more. 

"Enjoy your tattooing your little graffitti covered fuck toy" I say making him shake with a silent laugh and a shake of his head. Okay, I was being ridiculous, and petty, and yes...fucking crazy, and we both knew it.

"I will" he says as his keeps sketching.

"Good!" I whisper yell.

"Good." he says calmly and I huff. 

"Good!" I whisper again and the corner of his mouth lifts up on onside side.

"Such a bad girl." he shakes his head, and tsk's at me without looking up.

"yeah, I AM" I say with a little huff. 

"Go away Aurelia....you're fucking making my dick hard." he says and I open my mouth to reply with another little crazy spout of bullshit and I stop. 

"What?" I ask, blinking. 

"You heard me." he says without looking up. 

"You're making my dick hard acting all fucking crazy like that." he says, continuing on the stencil. 

"so unless you want my dick hard while i tattoo my client....or what did you call her? my graffitti covered fuck toy?" he chuckles, the pen moving over the paper. "then i suggest you take your crazy to the front of the store." 

I stand there, crossing my arms, feeling like I've just won a prize by him admitting he's getting hard for me by acting absoultely insane for no fucking good reason other that being spiteful and jealous. 

"I'd like this little exchange striked from my trying to be a  good girl record" I whisper to him and he chuckles again, shaking his head as he licks his lips and keeps drawing the stencil. 

"Woman....if you don't get the fuck out of here..." he says. Making me smile to myself. 

"Yes sir." I say happily and his eyes flick up to me and he nods to the door.

"Get out of here you little brat" he says with the slightest little smile.