The summer of 2026 had been quite busy for Violet. Between her busy schedule of regular clients and the train wreck that was her love life, she’d been traveling. Any invitations to be a guest artist at different shops, shows, and conventions were accepted, and this weekend was no different. Violet was encouraged to “strike when the iron was hot,” and lately, the iron had been set ablaze. Her love for her work was indescribable. Her style and designs were unique and breathtaking, and she was hell-bent on making her mark in this industry early and often.

Growing up, being a tattoo artist was not a respectable career. Violet remembered her first trip to the beach as a child. It was where she first encountered people with body art. She saw a beautiful woman covered in flowers, stars, dragons, fairies, and angels flowing perfectly on her alabaster skin. Then, an Army veteran with memories of his time spent deployed scrawled on his toned shoulders and back. Countless other memories of seeing individuality etched onto bodies. Violet quickly became captivated by every story told on the canvas of various skin.

Violet’s phone alerted her of a message as she sat on the airplane waiting to take off. The familiar sound was the special tone of her online beau, Jake. With a smile, she read, “Hello, my precious perfect Flower. I’ll be quite busy in the coming days at a work conference and kind of a little retreat. If I’m unavailable, just know I’ll probably have your sexy figure and luscious lips on my mind. xx J.”

She quickly replied, “Good morning, Daddy. Thank you for letting me know. You’re always so considerate. Tell me again why you can’t come live here to be a perfect Daddy Dom and boyfriend??? Don’t have too much fun, okay? Kisses.”

She turned her phone on airplane mode and closed her eyes, leaning on the headrest.

“This is Flight 692, nonstop New York to Denver,” she heard over the speakers. She let out a breath. What she wouldn’t give to hear his voice in her ear, feel his strong hands on her body, and his perfect lips on her mouth.

It had been a few months since they’d accidentally fallen into this long-distance situationship. They were both single, both still dealing with the fallout of their respective relationships, and both filthy, perverted people. It was nice to have someone to talk to every day and night about life. Vague enough to feel the weight lifted off their shoulders when they vented, but distant enough to keep each other safe. After all, what were the chances their online chemistry would translate to real lust? Slim to none, at least that’s what kept her from throwing caution to the wind.

Jake knew Violet was an artist, but never bothered to look her up on socials. She shared her favorite photos of mock-ups and first drafts, and that was enough for him. He needed to set boundaries, mostly to keep her comfortable with sharing details of her life with a stranger. But Jake was convinced, especially after the first video chat, that if he knew where she was, he’d stop at nothing to find her and be with her.

They’d both seen enough episodes of Catfish to know online relationships typically ended in disaster. When Violet suggested video chatting, Jake was 50% sure he’d end up face-to-face with a man pretending to be a hot, sexy, single Violet. She was positive she’d be met with an unattractive nerd with a pin-up girl obsession. Both were pleasantly surprised when the call started, and their video feed matched the descriptions they’d given one another.

That call lasted 6 hours, and they video-called every few days since. It wasn’t long before Jake’s desire for her blossomed into sexting, role-playing, and teaching her to be a good girl for him. They had met on a site notorious for sexting and role-playing-filled chat rooms. Violet confessed to Jake that when she saw the preferences in his profile, she felt a pull to explore being submissive. So, that was exactly what they did. Every day, working on new and exciting things. New comfort levels being achieved, punishments, rewards, and top-notch phone sex.

Violet knew what Jake did for work, sort of. He worked on cyber data and encryption. Whatever that meant, she wasn’t computer savvy. In reality, he worked for a company that created an easy way for scheduling, consults, payment, and reviews to be on a single platform for small businesses or independent workers. It helped keep information safe, all the while creating data logs of their work to help grow their clientele. It was made for hairstylists and barbers, then nail techs, estheticians, and most recently, tattoo artists. They planned to kick off their new endeavor at the Mile High Tattoo Expo and Competition in Jake’s hometown of Denver this weekend. Jake was going to be there giving seminars on how the app could exponentially grow their clientele.

It was nearly 6 p.m., and Jake had been giving seminar after seminar to eager, independent tattoo artists all day long. The last one ended, and he finally had a few hours left to enjoy the convention.

His coworker and best friend clapped him on the back. “GREAT work today, Chief. You must have that entire seminar memorized.”

“Yeah. After the second one, I went into autopilot mode. I can’t wait to see the booths and artists here,” he said.

“OH MY GOSH. There is one booth, and I swear to the heavens, this woman was custom-made for you. SO hot. She might not even be real!” Liam exclaimed.

He huffed quietly under his breath, like any woman could ever compare to his precious Flower, Violet. He’d never told Liam about her, afraid of the ribbing that would ensue. Jake feigned interest. “Yeah? Okay, lead the way. What does this Goddess look like?”

Liam led the men down an aisle looking for the booth where, apparently, Jake’s dream girl sat. “Well, she is full-figured, like a perfect hourglass, man. Long, dark red hair. A little edgy but in a soft, uber-feminine way. Covered in floral and fruit tattoos.”

Hmm, this woman sounded promising after all. Jake wondered if she was a canvas one of the artists was working on. Surely, she couldn’t be an artist. He would’ve seen her in a seminar.

Liam pointed. “See the booth down there? NY Ink Artists? Right there. Go check her out, she is SO HOT.” Liam departed, and Jake continued down the aisle to the booth. Soon, he spotted a stunning woman, surely the one Liam was describing. She looked so happy, and the closer he got, the more he thought, “Damn, that could be Vi’s doppelgänger.”

He stopped to pull out his phone and message Violet. “Craziest thing, Love. There is a woman at my convention, and she is a dead ringer for you. If only!” He hit send.

Stalking toward the booth, he caught a view of the mystery woman checking her phone and typing out a message. His phone pinged.

“Convention? I thought it was a work retreat?” Violet replied.

No. Was Violet a tattoo artist? Jake opened a tab to look at the list of artists’ booths and scrolled to NY Ink Artists:

Janet Benoit - portraits

Thomas Long - traditional

Violet McClain - realism florals

And there it was, the name of the woman he had ached for daily for months. She was here. He looked at her perfect face, watching her with his own eyes and not on a screen.

His heart fluttered in his chest. Never did he think they’d cross paths unintentionally. He opened the chat app again.

“BTW, You look smoking hot with space buns and a crop top.”

Jake watched as she received the notification; the three little dots popped up, indicating she was typing.

Violet was frozen as she reread the text.

“How the hell did he know what I look like?” she thought to herself.

She began typing a reply, then it dawned on her.

JAKE IS HERE.

Ohhhh shit, this was NOT a drill.

Her eyes scanned the crowd of people. She stood on her tiptoes, looking out, desperate for this kismet turn of events to be real. Biting her lower lip, and just before all hope was lost, their eyes met. Her deep brown eyes with golden flecks stared right into his baby blues.

Violet excused herself from the small group near her. “I see someone I might know. I’ll be back.”

She quickly rushed to meet him, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“Jake,” she said breathily.

“Violet,” he said in a delicious tone.

At the same time, they spoke. “You’re here?! Yes!” in tandem. They both chuckled, then he grabbed her around the waist, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Their warm embrace was filled with emotion, love, and excitement. Jake would never forget how her hair smelled of coconut and soft amber. Violet committed the feeling of his hands grasping her to memory.

“Wow,” Violet whispered. “What are the chances?”

After a quick explanation of what they were both doing at the Mile High Tattoo Convention, they decided to get back to their respective booths. Parting ways was not ideal, but work and real life came first.

But now, this WAS real life.

Plans were made to meet up and have drinks in the late evening at the hotel bar. Violet couldn’t stop smiling; her cheeks felt rosy and warm for a while. Passing the hotel bar on the way back to her room, Violet noticed it was packed with fellow artists from the convention. This wouldn’t do; she needed to have a more relaxed, more intimate setting with Jake.

Violet typed out a message.

“Change of plans? The hotel bar is an absolute zoo. I’m all peopled out for the day.”

Jake sighed, thinking Vi was canceling their plans.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Flower. Raincheck?”

“Uh, no. Let me rephrase that. HELL NO. I was thinking; I have mini bottles from the flight, ice, and soda. 1226. Suite at the end of the hall. Come find me, Daddy.”

Violet sent the message before she lost the nerve and giggled to herself. The message got marked as read. Five minutes passed. No reply. Had she been too forward? Too eager?

Violet’s heart dropped to her stomach when she heard the most nonchalant rap on her door. Deep breath in, she opened it, looking like a vision of Jake’s wildest dreams.

Her hair was in loose waves, a bit wild like her personality. Fresh, dewy skin and a faint smell of juicy ripe peaches and cream. He couldn’t help but look at her perfect breasts sitting in her casual but sexy tank top. Her legs were bare, and he hoped to God those tiny shorts showed her ass peeking out whenever she turned around. How could someone look so adorably delicious with such a naughty edge?

Of course, they’d video-chatted, sent pics back and forth while they sexted. But this was so different. They could reach out and actually touch each other. The tension and anticipation were palpable.

“Hi… Daddy,” she said sheepishly. Vi had never before dared to say that in person to her lovers.

A devilish grin appeared on his face. “Mmm, there’s my Baby Girl.”

“Please come in? I promise to try and behave myself.” Vi sounded desperate.

Jake chuckled softly as he slid into the room and closed the door. “Oh, you shouldn’t make promises we both want to break.”

Her breath caught as she processed the confession. He stepped into her space as the door closed. Vi’s back hit the wall. His hand was on her hip, their lips nearly touching.

“May I kiss you, Baby Girl?” Jake managed to say calmly. His entire body was on fire inside, needing Violet more than he needed air. It was taking every fiber of his being to stop himself from throwing her over his shoulder, putting her on the bed, and taking her fast and hard. But they’d set the boundary of no sex the first day if they ever met IRL. Nothing more than a lustful PG-13 making out. What a stupid fucking thing to promise.

Violet nodded her head, waiting.

“I know we’ve always talked about you being my sub. But I need your verbal consent, my Flower.”

“Yes, you can kiss me,” she blurted out.

His hand traveled down her body, from her hip to the outside of her bare thigh. Then moved gracefully up her inner thigh.

“Yes, what, Baby Girl? This is your one free pass before I punish you,” Jake teased.

“Yes, Sir. You may kiss me,” she corrected herself. “Please? Mm, please kiss me, Daddy?”

Squirming against the wall, her insides felt like a 1970s lava lamp. Violet felt like she might actually cry if his full lips weren’t pressed against hers immediately.

Jake’s fingers stopped at the hem of her shorts. He changed his placement to her beautiful neck, softly giving her a hand necklace. His large, tanned fingers looked powerful around her slender neck. Pulling her in, their lips touched. Months of anticipation melted into one perfect first kiss. Soft at first, then Violet slid her tongue into Jake’s mouth as his danced with hers. Mirroring each other effortlessly, like they had done this countless times.

Violet loved the way his hands felt on her body, around her neck. Controlling her, guiding her; but she didn’t fear for her well-being. No, she actually felt safe in his grasp. Their kiss ended, and Jake groaned in pleasure, savoring her taste as he released her from his hold.

“Incredible, Love. But I need to pace myself if…” He stopped mid-thought. “I just don’t want us going too fast and doing anything you might regret.”

Violet nodded her head. “Couch?” she mustered out. Her head was fuzzy, and she was in a dream-like state. She’d never been kissed like that, but she had taken a shot of whiskey (or three); she was drunk on his kiss.

Jake made his way to the couch and sat down. Violet retrieved beverages. She returned with his favorite drink in hand and water for herself. Handing him the drink, she stayed standing as they both tried to gather their thoughts and feelings.

Sitting down, the print of his cock was outlined perfectly in his pants. It was quite humorous; she had watched him stroke himself and jerk off to completion more times than she could remember. But knowing his cock was hard for her right now, within reaching distance, made her feel intoxicated. Violet felt her arousal spreading throughout her center. His very presence made her wet and extremely aroused. Even walking a few steps made her shiver.

“I still can’t believe we ran into each other like this,” she laughed as she took a sip of water. “As much as we chat, you’d think it would’ve come up. I guess we’ve never really discussed locations of our travels or our actual jobs too much now that I think about it.”

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d get to meet. This is kismet, Baby Girl,” Jake admitted.

Feeling brave, Violet sauntered over, standing in front of Jake. She climbed onto his lap, her thick tattooed thighs straddling his. Hands on either side of his face, her lips found his again. Kissing him, deep and meaningful. Jake’s hands wrapped around her waist as they tongued each other. As their kiss broke, Violet trailed kisses down his cheek to his strong jaw, then to his neck.

Breathy and desperate, “And what would be in Daddy’s wildest dreams?”

“So far, you’re ticking off my fantasy of this night one by fucking one, Baby Girl. Mmmm, you’re so good with your mouth,” Jake moaned out.

Violet giggled and licked up to his neck before she nibbled on his earlobe. Her center rubbed against him as she moved her hips. Jake felt the precum beading on his cock; he was a strong man, but this was torture.

“Baby Girl, we need to slow things down. We made a promise to each other, but I am only human. If you keep grinding your hips on me, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he admitted.

Violet’s mind recounted every role-play they’d had together. Every phone call. Every video chat. Every single time he’d made her cum without touching her. Her desire and need outweighed logic and past promises. She kissed his lips again and sat up on his lap.

“Daddy doesn’t want to see my tits in person?” Her free hands toyed with the hem of her cropped shirt. Full, firm tits begging to be released from their cotton prison. She lifted her top enough to show the underside of her perky tits, nipples visible through the fabric. Jake stayed silent, not taking his eyes off hers. Seeing that he didn’t flinch at her breast, she decided to feed into the bratty side he loved so much on the phone.

“Let’s see if he likes it now,” she thought.

Jake kept eye contact. Unmoving, not giving in. Violet’s hands traveled down her soft tummy into her shorts, her fingers grazed her wet slit. She dipped her middle finger all the way inside of herself.

Gasping a bit for dramatic effect, “You don’t want to feel how wet you make me, Daddy? You don’t want to have even one tiny taste?” Violet pulled her hand from her shorts, finger glistening with juices.

Slowly, she brought her hand to her mouth. Jake’s gaze didn’t leave her movements. Before she could taste herself, Jake grabbed her hand and wrapped his lips around her fingers, moaning at the taste. His tongue swirled all around until he popped the finger from his mouth.

“This brat play isn’t going to end well for you. I’m going to leave you a panting, sloppy mess,” Jake threatened.

“Promise?” She looked at him as innocently as possible.

She climbed off his lap and onto the hotel bed across the room. Her back against the pillows on the headboard, she lifted her shirt. She started grasping and pinching her pebbled nipples. Nipple play always got her dripping wet, not that she needed any more lubrication.

Jake sat and watched his perfect Goddess of a woman rub her tits. Just like he had a dozen times before, but now with his own blessed eyes instead of through a screen. He was rock hard and willed himself not to move even an inch.

Brat play was cute, and damn, she was so good at it. But he was in control, and she needed to know that. Jake watched as her eyes fluttered shut. Back arching, clenching her thighs together in anticipation. Between the quick make-out session, teasing her nipples, and having him watch, her pussy was slick with arousal.

“Take off those shorts and spread your legs for Daddy, you needy slut,” he growled out as he palmed his throbbing cock through his pants. Fuck, she drove him crazy. He had promised himself he wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t fuck her the first time they met. But this meeting was clandestine.

“NO, I can’t.” Jake’s rational mind tried to break through as her legs spread and her fingers caressed her slit.

“What a good little whore you are, my Flower.” The use of praise and degradation simultaneously had Violet whimpering in pleasure. The stark contrast between the two shouldn’t work, but it did. Much like how she had the desperate need to be his good girl and be a naughty brat.

“Do you like watching me finger this needy cunt, Daddy? Full view, no annoying camera angles or dark rooms.”

She was breathy and sexy as fuck while she spoke. “I’m mere feet away, desperate to be at your mercy. To be the perfect fuck toy and cock slut you crave me to be…” She trailed off, her two middle fingers sunk deep into her hole, and she gasped, “Ohhh, fuck.”

Jake held his breath, hand on his cock, still clothed and unmoving.

“These could be your fingers. Your tongue. Your throbbing cock inside of this wet, greedy pussy. But you’d rather sit there and watch.” Her eyes closed again, and he kept touching himself for her.

Suddenly, she was pulled by her ankle until she lay flat on her back. Jake stripped down to his boxers and climbed on top of her nearly naked body.

Tilting her chin up, he looked into her chocolate eyes and said, “I made myself cum twice before we planned to meet up, hoping it would dull my need for you.”

He ground his hips into her exposed sex, cock throbbing against her. “Feel this, Baby? I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

His hand wrapped around her pretty throat. “If I start kissing you, I won’t be able to stop. If I get to lick your dripping hot center from rose to clit, I’ll never want another woman’s taste on this tongue. And if I get to sink my cock into your fertile cunt tonight?” His grip tightened, and she feared she’d pass out.

Violet managed to speak. “Tell me.”

His grip loosened, and he leaned to her ear, lips gracing the shell as he softly said, “You will belong to me, and only me. I will fuck you until your cute belly swells with the fruit of my seed.”

Violet nearly fainted from the confession. The raw vulnerability he’d just shown was more than her mind could process. He pressed his forehead to hers and sighed.

“Okay. That was intense. But I’m not sorry. I’ve never craved anyone, never even felt a fraction of emotions for someone as I feel for you. I’m absolutely addicted to you.”

His nose nudged hers. “You’re everything I never knew I needed, baby.”

The couple pressed their lips together, soft and loving.

Violet softened as she looked into his blue eyes. The seconds felt like forever as he waited with bated breath.

She sighed. “Then what are you waiting for, my Love? Kiss me and never stop. Taste me over and over again.”

She paused, mulling over how absolutely insane the situation was.

“Make love to me, fuck me, breed me. Claim me in every way, with every carnal desire. I’m all yours, Daddy.”

“Good Girl,” Jake said before kissing her sweet, pouty lips.

And so began the story of Violet & Jake’s sexy, filthy, happily ever after.