Page 58 of Not Another Dark Romance

Itake another picture of Mason, this time focusing on the irritated red handprint my punishment left behind.

Seeing my mark and the words just above his ass help to satisfy the twisted possessive part of me that loves having him trapped here and under my control, but it still isn’t enough. I thought I lost him tonight. That he left me. I shake my head as I realize just how much more I care about that than going to jail.

My heart is still beating erratically in my chest, struggling to keep up with everything that’s happened over the last hour. I try to take a steadying breath, but the incessant need that seems to be buzzing under my skin is still screaming at me to do more. To take more. To hold on to him and never let go.

The darkness he’s brought out in me is filling my head with images of him back in my collar, of him wearing nothing else, locked in a cage, of forcing him to prove his loyalty to me before he ever sees any glimpse of freedom again.

Except he did prove it.

He had the perfect opportunity to turn me in, and he didn’t take it. He lied to a police officer. He called me his boyfriend.

He chose me. Willingly came back to my house and ran straight to my room. He didn’t ask for his phone or to stay downstairs. He asked me to punish him for running away because he thought it’d be fun.

Because he wants to be here. He wants me. All of me, even the darkness.

Tonight changed everything.

I finally believe him.

I run my hand over the words on his lower back again and realize how I want to continue my punishment. Moving to the side of the bed, I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pull out the handcuffs with the longer chain between them.

“Alright, Pet. Ready for the final part of your punishment?” I ask, moving in front of him.

His eyes light up with excitement when he sees the handcuffs. “Yes, Master.”

“Turn over. Lie down on your back with your hands above your head.”

Mason quickly complies. I attach one of the cuffs around one wrist, loop the chain around one of the metal poles of my headboard, and close the other side on his other wrist. There’s plenty of give in the chain, so he can still move his arms a bit, but he’s trapped in my bed, right where I want him. His legs are bent up, probably easing some of the weight from his sore ass.

I gather the rest of the supplies I’ll need and sit below him on the bed, peering up at him through his knees as I admit, “I really enjoyed kissing you tonight. I shouldn’t have waited so long to claim your mouth.”

An adoring smile takes over Mason’s face as he meets my gaze. “It was worth the wait. I fucking loved it, too.”

That word. Love. Could it really be possible that he feels as strongly for me as I do him? I know it’s too soon to say anything. But I want to show him how much he means to me. Even if he needs it to be presented as a punishment, I still want to show him just how much I appreciate having him in my life. How much it meant to me that he proved his loyalty the way he did tonight.

I grab the marker and move closer, repositioning so I’m kneeling between his legs. His hard cock already looks so angry. It’s straining toward his abs, swollen veins run up the length of his shaft, and the red tip is leaking precum all over his stomach. I run a finger through the mess he’s making and bring it up to my mouth to taste, slowly closing my lips around it as I do.

Mason whimpers. I love the sound, but it gives me an idea.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I warn. “For this last punishment, you need to be completely silent.” His eyebrows draw together, his glasses doing nothing to hide the pleading in his eyes, and I respond with a satisfied grin before I uncap the marker. I lean in and write “PROPERTY OF ZANE” just above his groin, saying it aloud as I do so he knows exactly what I’m doing. “Every time you make a sound, I’m going to write something else on this pretty body. Because it’s mine, and I can. And because I want you to remember exactly what you are. Got it?”

His expression is a beautiful mix of excitement and fear as he quickly nods.

“Good boy. Do you remember your safe word? I need to hear you say it before I begin, but that will be the only thing I hear without consequence. If you’d actually like to use it now, say it twice. Speak.”

“Peaches,” he whispers, as though even proving he can say it pains him, but it’s clearly only once before he rolls his lips between his teeth, demonstrating he’s done making noise. For now.

“I waited far too long to kiss you,” I begin. “But that isn’t the only thing I’ve hesitated on.” I lean down and lick up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head when I reach the leaking tip.

“Holy fuck!” Mason whines, arching his hips up off the bed toward me.

I tsk. “Naughty already?” I’m still holding the marker, so I write the word “NAUGHTY” on his stomach, saying it aloud again as I do.

Mason’s eyes widen as he realizes my plan for when he makes noise, and he drops his head back onto the pillow, biting his lip.

I redirect my attention back to his dick. Gripping the base with my left hand, I lean back down to suck the salty precum from the head. The taste of him excites me. I love thinking he’s literally dripping with how much I’m turning him on right now.

When I’m confident I’ve licked up everything that’s there, I try to take a little more of him in my mouth, fascinated by the feel of my tongue moving against the soft skin of his rock-hard cock.