Linc's Retribution (20 page)

Chapter 27

“You OK Cassie?”

Linc has been sweet since our return from the clinic. “Linc I’m fine. You know the doctor told us to carry on as normal.”

A wicked grin spreads across Linc’s face and his eyes come alive. “Yeah Cass and that’s not all the doc said. It’s being three fucking days since I was last inside that sexy body of yours. Now go lie on the bed and spread those gorgeous legs.”

I do not bother to either move or look at Linc as I continue to fill the dishwasher. “Linc you are so romantic. It breaks my heart.”

“And charming Cass.” Now that the dishwasher is full. I take a step back and flick Linc with the T-towel, running past him in to the dining room. “Not going to work Baby. My cock is going in that tight pussy of yours and I’m going to fuck you till you’re screaming.”

Linc’s eyes falling on to the dining table is my clue as to what he wants. “I think it’s time for an early snack Cassie.”

“Linc….” My squeal does not prevent Linc from swinging me in to the air. At the sudden change in position, my arms automatically lock around his neck for support. With a wink, Linc has my laid on the table before he scuttles down to place himself between my legs which are hanging over the edge.

“Hips up Cassie. As pretty as those panties are they need to come off.” The sound of wood scrapping across wood, alerts me to the fact that Linc is settling himself on to one of the dining chairs, and that this is going to be a long session. Carefully Linc rolls back my skirt. So that the material is resting on my stomach. Next, he lifts my legs on to the table, enabling the soles of my feet to lay flat on the table.

In this position, the cool air from the fan brushes against my lips. “Linc?”

“Erm.” Linc’s evasive answer has me raising slightly until I’m leaning on my arms and I can see his face. A face which is concentrating on my stomach and not my pussy as I had thought.

“Linc…?”

Carefully he rubs his hand over my lower abdomen. “One day Cass, One day, you’re going to be big with my child.” Fuck and I thought he could not be romantic. Just then he ruins the moment by producing a big wicked smile, as his finger slides between my wet lips. The touch has me raising my hips in surprise.

Shit, Linc’s fingers are working their magic and it’s not long, before my body is moving rhythmically with each stroke of his fingers. Just as I am about to cum, Linc removes his fingers from my wet pussy and places his tongue on my pulsing clit. Gently he sucks on the flesh, sending tingles of arousal through my body. Not happy with his limited access he uses his hands to spread my legs wider, swiping his tongue the full length of my tender flesh. Again, just as I’m about to have my orgasm he removes his mouth and tongue.

“Linc, finish the job.”

“Just starting baby and I’m going to savor every taste of your thick cream.” At Linc’s promise, I feel the slight plop of cream as it leaks out of my pussy. “That’s it girl, you produce more of your sweet liquid.” In need of purchase I grip the table edging and raise my hips, seeking Linc’s lip. Silently begging him to get me off. Linc is not one to refuse an offer and at my open invitation, his head snakes back down to lay between my legs, as his tongue twirls just in my opening. Slowly his tongue swirls round the edging, making its way gradually into me. His tongue has me thrusting my hips as I bite on to my lip, trying hard to prevent the scream which wants to be ripped lose.

Linc’s not content with the slow tongue fuck he is giving me. Soon his slow thrusts change to hard sharp thrusts. The tip of his tongue trailing down my muscular wall. “LINC……” Even in the midst of my orgasm I can feel the gush of my cream as it coats his tongue.

“Shush baby girl.” The sound of the chair falling on to the floor is the only indication I have that Linc has changed position. Moments later he has his cock at my entrance before thrusting into me. I was expecting him to fuck me hard and fast. Instead he took several slow steady thrusts, holding on to my hips as he went in deeper and deeper with each slide of his hard cock. The pronounced veins chafing against the walls of my muscles.

“Fuck Cassie, you’re tight Baby. Your fucking pussy is gripping me tight.” Like his tongue the slow fuck soon turns into a hard pounding, and my whimpers rapidly turn into loud sobs. “That’s it baby scream my name.” With each thrust of his cock into my pussy, my ass slapped on the table top.

“Fuck Linc………” Several more thrust and my body is unable to take anymore as it violently shudders round the pounding cock. My body is listless from the intensity of my release. Meanwhile Linc finds his own orgasm. His semen filling me.

“Fuck Cassie. You’re the best baby.”

“The best Linc.”  As I look up at Linc. His tall body looming over the edge of the table his cock still inside me. “You know Linc. You really should start removing my clothes first.”

“We can do that upstairs.” My body is limp, and he still wants to carry on. Sometimes I wonder where he gets his energy from. However as Linc lifts me into his arms, there are no objections from me. Instead I snuggle in and kiss him on the spider’s web behind his ear.

DCMC

Linc the Ink Tattoo Studio would be lost without Angel. When the kid first came to work at the studio she had been a run away, living on the streets. Without Ant’s patience, guidance and love she would not be here today. She would not be one of the strongest women I know. With her short spiky blonde hair and golden amber eyes, she is often likened to a cat. Her flesh is a testament to the artist she is married to. “Where’s Ant?”

Angel did not bother looking up from the book she is reading “In his studio with a client.” Puzzled at her vague answer, I study the woman behind the desk. In less than thirty minutes we are about to be invaded by a camera crew. It had taken plenty of persuading, before Devil’s Comfort agreed to the filming. To win their vote, I had to offer them a larger cut of the fee than I had intended. However, finally they all had agreed it was a good financial opportunity.

“Everything OK Angel?”

My question has the girl lifting her head, her mouth going ten to the dozen on the gum she is chewing, before blowing a bubble at me. “Sure Linc. Your client will be here in five. Want me to interrupt when the crew arrives?”

“No, and keep them out of my studio until I’m done.” Quickly scanning the open area to check everything was in order. Sketches hung up on the walls along with photographs of some of our best work. A couple of teenagers were waiting patiently for their turn. This is properly their first inks. More potential clients where browsing through a selection of sketch books. Satisfied with what I see, I give instructions to Angel to have the camera crew set their equipment up in here while they wait for me. After I have finished with my client, then I will introduce everyone.

The electronic sound of the bell over the main door alerts me to my client and together we went through to my studio. Oscar is a drummer from world renowned rock group Sour Mash, and we are working on a back mural which involves several hours of work. Because of Oscar’s heavy schedule the piece is taking a little longer normal.

While working on his back we talk about the tour he is on and then the conversation shifts to the camera crew and show that we are doing. “They will be here soon Oscar. Want to show them the work on your back.”

“No problem dude.” Peering over his shoulder, to get a closer inspection of the piece I’m working on “How many more sessions?”

“A couple. We can fit one in while filming. It will give the fans a treat.”

Oscar’s eyes meet mine and the twinkle in them has me laughing. “Sure. It cannot hurt your ratings either.” All the ink on Oscar’s body is curtsey of me. A few years back when he was researching for someone to do his first tattoo. Oscar had come across my work in a magazine article. And now Link the Ink does all the artwork for Sour Mash.

By the time I have finished with Oscar, and we both make our way to the main area. It’s to discover the reception area in chaos. Stood on a ladder is a burly man with bushy hair and matching beard. A young woman is holding the ladder passing tools up to the engineer. In the middle of the room are more boxes. Gundog stands at the counter, a scowl spread on his face.

The customers who were here earlier, have being dealt with, and now there is a fresh crowd in. Their eyes greedily watching what is going on. It will not take long for gossip to spread and soon we will be buzzing with cliental. Yep things are looking good.

“Linc this is Sam.” At the intrusion, I bring my gaze back into focus to take in the man who is standing in front of me. If I remember rightly he’s directing and producing the show.

“Sam.” I take the hand he is offering. After our brief introduction I scan the room. The burly man has now come down the ladder and he and the girl make their way towards me.

“Linc. This is Joe and Missy. They will be doing the camera work and staying through the production. Any problems just give me call.” While the introductions are being made. My team make their way across to us, and soon everyone is aware of what was happening and what is expected of them.

“Look we know for the first couple of days you’re going to be both conscious and uncomfortable with the cameras. All we ask, is for you to be as relaxed as possible.” The discussion soon turns to where the cameras are to be placed. There are to be several static camera in each room and Joe will also be using a hand-held camera, as he follows the clients as they have their work done.

“OK, look we need to call this a wrap. Clients are waiting.”

“Sure. Hey isn’t that the drummer from Sour Mash?”

Hooked, plastering an innocent smile to the producer “It sure is.”

“Do you think he will mind if we film him.”

Another innocent look passes my face as I answer with a shrug “Why not ask him?”

“Linc.” Angel’s voice has me turning to my next client whom I wave over. In the process of asking what it was he wanted, the electronic doorbell went again. Automatically I check to see who is coming in.

There stands my salvation.  Cassie’s expression has me pulling back the smile I was about to let loose on my face. “I will be with you in moment Kit.”

“What is it Cass?” The tears in her eyes and the slight shake of her head is all I need. The treatment has failed.

“Angel take care of Kit for me. I need to talk to Cassie.”

“Sure thing boss.”

For the last two years it’s been like this. We get excited, only to be let down again. And even though we were aware that the treatment might not work first time. It never stopped us from hoping. The pain in my gut does not ease as I take Cassie into the studio.

For a few moments we sit in the chair, with Cassie sat on my lap as I stroke her hair, gazing at the stick in her hand. Almost hoping the results will change.

“We knew this could happen Cassie.”

“I know, but knowing doesn’t stop the pain.” Offering the best comfort I can. I pull Cassie closer to me.

“Cry Cass. Let it out.”

The caress of Cassie’s hand as it slides across my stomach and the shake of her head has me clenching in pain. I wish to fuck there was something I could do to take away her pain. I hated this helplessness.

Chapter 28