Page 60 of Not Another Dark Romance

He lets out a loud sob, but my warning just about pushed me over the edge too, and after only a few more thrusts, I’m gone. My orgasm overwhelms my senses, and I lose myself to the euphoria of it as I bury my cock as deep inside of Mason as I can. It jerks, and my movements become smoother as my release makes things even slicker, and I hold myself inside of him as I come down from my high.

I slowly pull out, admiring the way his ass clenches around nothing like he doesn’t want me to pull out either, and then watch completely fascinated as my cum leaks out, dripping from his hole.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I use two fingers to push it back inside of him, then lean down to suck the tip of his dick back into my mouth as I shift my fingers around, searching for his prostate.

“Oh holy… Fuck… Zaaane,” he cries out my name as his hips lift and his cock jerks, flooding my mouth with his release. I don’t swallow it, holding my mouth around him until he stills, then I pull my fingers out of his ass and climb back over him, squeezing his jaw until he opens his mouth so I can spit his release into it.

He doesn’t hesitate to swallow it, smiling proudly up at me after he does. I slam my mouth back on his in a sloppy kiss, loving how dirty this whole thing has been. After a few minutes of enjoying kissing him, I finally pull back. “Fuck, that was unbelievable. You’re amazing, Pet.”

“So you’re not mad anymore?” he whispers.

I shake my head, smiling. “No, Mason. I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier.”

27

Zane’s words have me grinning like a fool.

I didn’t mean to upset him. Well, that’s not entirely true because I did want him to punish me. But I never intended to leave him. The thought is laughable. Why would I ever leave the one person who sees all of me, even the fucked-up parts, and doesn’t run away?

I just wanted a little chase and then the glorious punishment I knew would follow.

“I really am sorry, Zane,” I whisper. “I don’t want to leave you.”

His expression softens as he works the key into the handcuffs. The metal clicks open, and his thumb rubs soothing circles where the metal bit against my flesh. “I believe you. Besides, if you ever escaped, I’d find you. You’re mine, remember?”

I love hearing that. The desire, the possession that comes so naturally to him.

Zane leans down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that’s so different from the demanding, borderline feral kiss from earlier. It’s sweet and tender, in contrast with how my body aches in the most delicious way from his punishment. When we break apart, I look down at the words on my skin and smile. “PROPERTY OF ZANE,” “NAUGHTY,” “DESPERATE,” “SLUT,” “DIRTY WHORE,” “PATHETIC,” “BAD PET,” “FREAK,” “PSYCHO.” They’re degrading, humiliating, but coming from Zane, they feel like understanding. I’m his so completely, so irrevocably that he can mark me as his property, and I’ll cherish it.

My stomach growls, distracting me from my thoughts.

“Did you not eat your dinner?” Zane questions.

“I did, but that was hours ago now. I’d already been sleeping when you got home, and it’s the middle of the night.”

“You did have quite the night. Why don’t we get you cleaned up and then we can get a snack?”

I grin up at him. “Thank you.”

He helps me off the bed, and my legs are still a bit shaky. Once we get into the bathroom, I catch my reflection. I look thoroughly and completely claimed. A human canvas of his ownership, covered in black marker. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He wets a washcloth and rubs it together with soap before bringing it over to start rubbing the words against my chest.

“Wait, stop, what are you doing?”

“I was going to clean you up,” Zane explains, confusion lacing his tone.

“Don’t you dare,” I snap. “I want to keep them as long as possible. Let them fade on their own.”

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. “You really are fucked up, hmm? It’s sexy as hell, Little Psycho.”

Zane puts down the washcloth and helps me into a robe. It’s huge on me, and I love being swaddled in something that smells like him. He puts on a similar one and leads me out into the bedroom by my shoulders. “Put your slippers on. You’re coming downstairs with me.”

I whip my neck around, shocked. “I am?”

“Yes. Unless there’s a reason I shouldn’t trust you?” He raises a brow, smirking at me.

“No, I promise. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just surprised, I guess.”