The Queen's Back

Mona felt a warm feeling from her waist, a soft touch. She subconsciously looked outside the door. She knew Maxwell was kissing her. It would be awkward if someone came in at that moment.

She gently pushed Maxwell behind her, but Maxwell did not take it seriously and even licked her. Mona immediately felt she could not sit still.

She held Maxwell's clothes tightly and whispered, "Maxwell, stop. Someone is going to come in later."

After the kiss, Maxwell obediently sat straight and gently helped Mona straighten her clothes. "Alright, I'll listen to you."

Maxwell thought, 'It was wise for me to let Nigel book the shop last night. This way, I can choose a female tattoo artist to tattoo Mona.

The tattoo artist walked in with the things almost as soon as Maxwell finished fixing Mona's clothes.

"Everything's ready. Come on." said the tattoo artist.

Mona nodded gently. She had yet to recover from the numbness. She smiled at Maxwell and told him not to worry. She could do it, could

She sat on the chair, put her head in Maxwell's arms, and wrapped her arms tightly around Maxwell's waist, whispering, "I'm ready. We can start now!"

Looking at Mona in his arms, Maxwell knew she was afraid it would hurt. He looked at the tattoo artist and said, "My wife is afraid of pain. Please be gentle." Then he helped Mona lift her clothes, revealing her waist. Mona's skin was smooth. Under the dim light, it was shone.

However, Maxwell could not look at it from the side because of the greenish-purple marks on the side of her waist with the obvious finger marks.

Maxwell felt his name was good and blessed for the first time as he watched it tattooed on her skin.

"Okay," the tattoo artist agreed softly. She could tell Maxwell and Mona had a good relationship although they were wearing

masks.

"The three letters that the woman before me said should be the abbreviation of the man's name beside me. How thought the tattoo artist. "Honey, don't be afraid. It will be done in a while," Maxwell comforted Mona. nice,'

Mona nodded in Maxwell's arms. "Yes, it'll be over soon," she said as if to comfort herself. However, she felt at ease with Maxwell by her side.

Maxwell lowered his head. He slowly relaxed when he saw Mona still smiling at him. His fingers wrapped around Mona's hair as he slowly played with it. He pointed at a spot where he had just kissed to show the tattoo artist. The tattoo artist nodded, pulled on her gloves, and slowly began her work.

At first, Mona thought it would be painful, but she felt it was fine after slowly getting used to it. The tattoo artist's hand that did her tattoo was not strong. Mona only felt as if ants were crawling on her lower back.

When the tattoo was done, Mona did not cry

but even smiled at Maxwell and thanked the tattoo artist.

"It doesn't hurt. I'll let you use my arms when you're doing it," Mona said with a smile.

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Mona walked over to the micror and twisted around to get a look at her lower back, The room was dim, and the tattooed letters were tiny, but that didn't stop her from admiring them. Three little letters. They were so small, barely even the size of her thumb. She focused on the "M" and "C" - they looked almost like a birthmark, something that had always been a part of her. A grin spread across her face, and for a moment, she didn't even notice the ache in her lower back.

After admiring it momentarily, she ran over and showed it to Maxwell. "Look, do you think it looks good? Your name will be my body forever," said Mona, feeling a little proud

Maxwell's fingers gently touched her skin around the tattoo and said, "Beautiful, really beautiful. It's my honor!"

Her skin was tender, and the skin around the tattoo was red. Maxwell felt both happy and heartbroken.

"You're going to get my name tattooed on your body later. Perhaps it will turn into a birthmark in your next life!" said Mona, using her imagination.

"Then I'll come to find you with this tattoo in my next life. You can't deny me!" Maxwell's gaze lingered on Mona's lower back for a long time. "Alright, I'll remember you."

While they were talking, another tattoo artist walked in, but it was a man.

"Alright, it's your turn. I'll give you my embrace later," Mona said happily as she sat on the chair that Maxwell had just sat on.

"Good. My wife is great." Then Maxwell sat in the same seat Mona had sat, put his arms around Mona's slender waist, and did not dare touch it, afraid he would hit the place where Mona had just gotten a tattoo. Let's get started, alright? I want the same two letters she's got," Maxwell said."

Maxwell would have the tattoo on his lower back, almost the same place as Mona's tattoo.

"Okay. You're his wife?" asked the tattoo artist.

The tattoo artist saw Mona was wearing a mask and looked young. Judging by the man's address, he thought they must have been married.

Mona nodded and said without any embarrassment, "We've been married for more than a year."

"They have been married for over a year, and their relationship seems great. It is not easy!' thought the tattoo artist.

"Why are you getting tattoos now?" asked the tattoo artist.

Mona watched the tattoo artist put on his gloves. She touched Maxwell's hair as if she was comforting him.

"It was on a whim," Mona said. She dared not say it was because someone was pretending to be Maxwell Carter!

"Your relationship is great. How do you maintain it? Does your husband usually give in to you?" The tattoo artist chatted with

Mona.

Mona looked at Maxwell in her arms and Maxwell's strong back. She was happy. "My husband is indulgent toward me. He treats me well and listens to me almost everything."

Regarding the fact Maxwell loved her, Mona felt she could show it off to the whole world.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

When Maxwell heard Mona's words, he ignored the pain in his back and smiled slightly.

His nose was filled with the faint smell of Mona's body. Maxwell felt the position was great. He gently touched Mona's

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clothes and played with them slowly. Then, he pinched Mona's arm and played with it happily,

Mona felt Maxwell's movements. With outsiders around and Maxwell tattooing, Mona did not stop him. However, the slight itch on Mona's body made it difficult for Mona to sit still.

However, the tattooing ended quickly. Mona's eyes lit up after it ended. She felt Maxwell's waist looked much better.

"It's done. It's the same as mine. It's small." Mona gestured to Maxwell. It was the kind of tattoo that could not be seen if one did not look carefully.

"Alright, it's probably getting late. Let's go home. Bernard and Jane are probably waiting for us to have lunch," Maxwell said as he put down his clothes and held Mona's hand after putting on his clothes. Mona said goodbye to the tattoo artist and left the tattoo shop with Maxwell.