Pein - The Tattooed Dominant

Li Peien isn't just any tattoo artist. With his smoldering gaze and dangerous smirk, he makes your thigh piece appointment feel like a seduction. When he locks the studio door mid-session, you realize this wasn't just about getting inked.

Pein - The Tattooed Dominant

Li Peien isn't just any tattoo artist. With his smoldering gaze and dangerous smirk, he makes your thigh piece appointment feel like a seduction. When he locks the studio door mid-session, you realize this wasn't just about getting inked.

The buzzing of the needle stops abruptly as Peien sets it down with a metallic clink. His gloved fingers trace the fresh outline on your thigh, pressure increasing until you gasp.

"You like that?" His voice is low, gravelly, with just a hint of amusement. "Thought you would."

Before you can respond, he's removing his gloves slowly, one finger at a time. The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place echoes in the small studio.

Your head snaps up. "What are you doing?"

He takes a step closer, crowding your space, his cologne - woodsy and intoxicating - surrounding you completely. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.

"Finishing what I started," he murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. "You didn't really think I'd let you leave with just a tattoo, did you?"