Marked for Submission (9 page)

If he so much as breathes on m
y clit I’m going to come. Fuck.

Her fingers kept pressing into the fabric over his cock in rhythmic small movements, her palm closing and opening but unable to fully grasp or stroke his hard length. The awareness of it only added to her frustration. She wanted him in her, fully inside her, fucking her.

Chapter 13

It was well after midnight, and Janna’s arm tattoo
– a full black and grey sleeve covering her entire right arm from shoulder to wrist – was finished at last. Mark wiped away the last of the blood and ink that had smeared on her arm as he worked, and then held her arm out, moving her hand away from his hard cock.

She felt a sense of … loss at that, but also relief at the tattooing finally being finished. Her extended arm
hurt, a dull pain now – heat, but not nearly as bad as it had been. She noticed swelling starting up around the thin skin near her inner elbow. There was some dark bruising up higher, inside her upper arm, possibly from the night before. The trauma of a tattoo on soft flesh became real for her and she thought of how many hours she had endured the pain. Hours of burning torment, and the whole time she’d not been allowed to move but her cunt was hotter, more wet, than she could ever remember.

This is just insane. Hours of horrific pain and restricted movement and now I’m totally turned on.
Again. Still, I mean. Jesus. Look at him. He’s fucking gorgeous. “Local Tattoo Artist Tells Harrowing Tale: I Was Attacked By a Horny Customer.” Stop it Janna. Just stop it. You’re an embarrassment to your sex.

Mark gently turned her hand and
forearm a little, admiring his work. T
hen he reached back to the counter and fished around in a drawer. She saw him open a tube of something and sat still as he squirted a large dollop into his gloved hands, then gently – sensuously, she thought – he began to spread it over her freshly-inked skin. He worked the cool liquid into her very slowly and carefully, taking his time. His touch was almost … loving. So different from his rough manner as he’d brusquely wiped blood and ink out of his way while he put the ink into her skin. Now that it was in her, part of her forever, he seemed … different. Janna watched him working the ointment into her skin and realized that she was, to him, his living, breathing canvas, finally filled in, finished.

A part of him was now part of her.
Forever.

And if he was proud of the work, it was right that he should be: she could tell that the finished design, as rough and raw and swollen as parts of it still were, would be incredibly feminine and sexy.
Unique. She loved it. She smiled at Mark, her eyes lit with delight and admiration … for him.

“
Mark this is
gorgeous
! I mean it. It is incredible. You are just … so talented. I can’t even–” She beamed at her arm as she took in all the detail now etched into her skin.

Now if I can just get him to make me come. I’m so fucking
horny. God, my cunt is aching.

Mark turned her hand over, holding it softly in his still-gloved hand
– slowly inspecting the underside of her forearm where he’d just been working. His other hand smoothed over her upper arm, now a day healed and soothed by lotion. His touch was tender, even sensual. She was surprised at the change; he certainly hadn’t been especially tender during any of the tattoo sessions and, in fact, had been commanding and even rough with her – much to the delight of her still wet, needy, pussy. She wondered what this … other side to him meant, or, if it meant anything. Maybe he was just tired, distracted.

Mark reached up and removed his black reading glasses and gazed into her eyes, his hand trailing up over her shoulder, then tracing the contour of her throat. She let her head drop back onto the leather headrest and closed her eyes.

“Remember how I asked you if you could trust me when we started this?” She felt him move in close to her ear, his voice almost a whisper now. “And you’ve done well. But I want to take you further. If you can still trust me. Can you, Janna?”

She opened her eyes and nodded, looking into his dark eyes. Then she took a deep breath and slowly released it. Her pussy was clenching again just from having him as close to her as he was, and she wanted him to take her any way he would
– take her hard, make her his.

“Good.” His lips brushed her cheek and he stood, pushing the stool away with his foot. It rolled to the side and stopped.  He walked to the end of the table and released her ankles from the leather straps, then released her left wrist. She rubbed it a little and looked down at her naked body, still stretched open, vulnerable. Her nipples were still stiff, her pussy wet and
achingly empty.

The tattoo on her mound had stopped hurting, at least, but everything done there was warm and tingling.
Pulsing. Almost electrified. The arousal of just being near Mark, of knowing that he intended to use her in some way, again, mingled confusingly with the remnants of the physical pain. She watched Mark moving around near the table, trying not to think about her swollen clit. All sensation in her body seemed to be centered in her pussy. Everything else was distant, dialed down, muffled. She could only think of him and what he’d done to her, what he would do.

Would the clit hood piercing hurt if he fucked her? Would it move and rub her clit raw? She could feel it throbbing with no touch at all, so she knew it would be more intense when
– if – Mark ever touched it. A mouth, a hand, a cock. Something.

She sat still, waiting for some indication of what he planned, what he would do with her now. She hoped it would involve her getting her brains fucked out.

Jesus Christ. “Nympho Gets Tattooed, Can’t Stop Thinking About Cock
.”

Chapter 14

“I’m going to take your ass, Janna.” Mark’s voice growled above her. “Sit up for me.” He tapped on the edge of the leather. Janna sat up, shivering and unsure, her nipples hard and aching. She met his gaze, questioning in her eyes.

“Mark, I don’t know
ab–”

“There’s nothing to know here, girl. Give me your wrists. Come on.
Both of them. Now.” He had a pair of black leather cuffs in his hands and began to fasten one around each of her outstretched wrists. He pulled and clicked both together and let go. Her arms and wrists fell to her naked lap.

“Flip,” he growled. “Do it.” He nodded toward the flat black surface of the table she’d spent so many painful, yet very wet, hours on already. She nervously bit her lip and started to turn over. Her cuffed wrists made movement awkward and slow, and she struggled to arrange herself face down along the length of the table.

What the hell is he doing? My ass? What about my pussy? I’m so fucking wet – Jesus, he’s got to let me come soon. I really can’t take much more of this.

“No. This way,” Mark snapped. “I want you over the table
– this way. Ass up. Come on Janna, move it!” A stinging slap landed hard on the cheeks of her plump ass, startling her. In the same instant, she felt two strong hands roughly grab her by the hips and drag her like a rag doll, positioning her over the shortest length of the table. She gasped, and he jerked her back toward him.

“Here! Like this!” he rasped. “I want this ass on the edge of this table. Stop fucking around Janna.”
The side of her face was against the leather, both arms dangling, bound, outward into the aisle. The narrow table was just big enough to support her torso and the way he had her prone over the width made her ass jut out from the table’s edge – just where he wanted it. He stopped yanking her around and smacked her ass hard again.

“This ass is
mine now, Janna. I’m gonna enjoy this. Have you been taken here before? I bet you have, but I’ll be nice and use some lube.” She was breathing hard, grunting at how rough he was being. His firm grip on both her hips almost hurt, and her ass still stung from the hard smacks. She felt her pussy get wet again – had it ever really stopped being wet? – and tingled in anticipation.

She heard him spit.

Oh God. He’s spitting … into the crack of my ass? Jesus, that’s the lube? That’s it?

The wet saliva slipped down the cleft of her ass and he spit again,
then smacked her ass hard several more times. She flinched and yelped.

“
Ow! Shit! That really hurts!”

Mark’s cock pressed against the warmed flesh of her butto
cks and she writhed against it.

“You want this cock, Janna? Do you? You want me to fuck your slutty little ass?” She felt a hand suddenly grab at her neck and pull hard. He had a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back, commanding her full attention. She stopped writhing, stopped breathing … and just waited.

“Answer me!” he growled. “You want to be fucked in the ass or not?”

His hand twisted her hair and her scalp burned, her face turned upward and felt hot as she gasped again for a breath, trying to answer.

“Yessss … ” she moaned. “Yes, dammit … fuck me … fuck my ass.”

He released his grip on her hair enough to allow her head to fall back to the table and she felt his cock pressing urgently at her
ass, demanding entry. He pushed in with a steady thrust, driving deeply into her clenching hole. She felt a strong hand grasping the soft curve of her hip, and another renewed its rough grip in the tangle of thick hair at her neck and pulled hard. The searing pain in her scalp as he slid his cock almost all the way back out, slowly letting every inch retreat through her narrow channel, quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm again. Her needy cunt clenched hard and she felt the hood piercing rubbing against her clit creating an overpowering urge to come. She rubbed her pussy into the table as Mark slid all the way back inside her ass, filling her, stretching her with his hard length again. She knew she would come in a few seconds.

God, I’m so close. That cock in my ass is too much. So … close.
Fuuuuuck.

SMACK.
His hand came down hard on her ass cheek. The sting made her stop moving for a second in total surprise.

“No you don’t,” he panted. “You fucking stop rubbing your pussy or I’ll pull out right now and yank you off this table and se
nd your ass home with nothing.”

She knew he meant it. She froze and realized she’d have to let him have complete control of her, and her orgasm, if she was to ever have one at all.

She moaned in protest. “But Mark … I can feel the metal ... that barbell … GOD DAMMIT …”

He pumped in and out of her ass, working up speed, and she knew he would come soon.

He snatched her head back again and fell across her back, still thrusting deep in her ass. “Fuck YES,” he moaned into her ear as he held her head back toward him.

“Little slut likes her ass fucked hard, doesn’t she? DOESN’T SHE?” he growled. She felt a hot explosion deep in her ass and he groaned and grunted, his thrusts tightening into short bursts as he finished shooting his seed into her depths.

His grip gradually loosened and the pain in her scalp slowly receded. He let her cheek fall to the leather again.

She lay motionless, frustrated, as he pulled his cock out of her ass. She could feel his hot semen begin to ooze from her hole and drip down the inside of her thigh. Her swollen clit ached and she whimpered quietly as he pushed off her and moved away, leaving her
unsated, her wrists still bound and dangling over the floor.

Chapter 15

“Remember I said I wanted to pierce your outer labia, Janna? It’s time.”

She weakly lifted her head and tried to see where his voice was coming from. Her cunt ached with need, still slick and swollen, her ass was filled with his seed, and now here he wa
s talking about more piercings.

Mark was at the counter going through the topmost drawers again, rummaging for piercing supplies
– antiseptic, gloves, a 12-gauge piercing needle, two surgical steel curved barbells with balls on the ends. He opened a few tiny drawers on some of the neat boxes that lined the countertop, then closed them, fingering different tools and metal objects – she couldn’t see what, exactly.

Crazy fucking artist types.
God, what the hell is he doing now?

“Hmmm,” he muttered. “Well,” he said with a business-like tone, “Are yo
u ready, Janna? Outer labia. Three ten-gauge rings to start, internally threaded … and we’ll add more later, along both sides. Makes a neat kind of design, visually striking. It’s also kinda cool because you can even connect them, or add a padlock of some kind, a chastity thing ….”

He trailed off. It was what he did, she had come to realize, when he was in the throes of creativity. And right now he was thinking of ways to creatively pierce her cunt again. She could just make out his shape, the strong muscles of his tanned back, from under the glare of the task lamp, angled toward her sagging form, still hung across the short width of the table. She thought she must look almost like a bedroll slung over the back end of a horse. She squinted and moaned, lazily, shifting, feeling her damp pussy sticking to the leather. She snif
fed and stifled a little laugh.