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I leaned into his touch and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mike.”
“I know you are, Angel,” he smiled.
“I missed you,” I breathed out.
These passing seven days I buried the part that tried to hate Mike. Hate wouldn’t make anything easy for me. Instead I chose to accept his darkness, welcome his demons, and enjoy with his cruel love.
“Did you now?” he asked, leaning into me enough to graze my lips with his.
“Make me yours,” I moaned as seductive as I could. He was talkative and easy-going today I wanted to use it on my advantage to get out of this room.
He put an arm length between us, looking at me expectantly. The excitement shone in his green orbs and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You said you wanted me to be yours. Make me,” I told him, running my hand on his hard chest.
“How do you want me to make you mine?” he asked. I would have answer differently if it wasn’t the challenging tone in his voice. I knew this was a test to show him I could be what he wanted.
“However you want to… however you see fit.”
He didn’t give me an answer except a smile with cruel glints in his eyes. I watched him as he pulled out a small blade out of his jeans pocket, but I wasn’t afraid what he could do to me I was just relieved when he stood up to untie my legs without breaking the eye-contact.
I didn’t move, just waited like an obedient little slave. “You surprise me, Angel,” he murmured and I waited him to continue, but he didn’t. He traced invisible lines on my leg with the tip of the blade. I gasped when the metal passed my thighs and reached my navel. My feelings were a giant mess; a part of me was afraid, but another part of me was turned on. Some part of me was disgusted, but other part was excited.
“I want to mark you,” he pulled me back to the present from my thoughts. My body tensed without my permission as the deadly weapon circled my nipples. I sucked in a breath and tried to control my racing heart.
“Tell me you want it.” He grazed the underside of breast just enough to pain but not enough to break the skin and leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth, sending the sharp taste of pleasure.
“I want it,” I murmured without hesitation even though I didn’t know what he was planning to do.
“Do you know what I’m about to do?” he asked, straddling me as he let the knife bite my skin just under my collarbone. I grunted to the mild pain when the knife broke my skin.
“Do you know how I want to mark you, Angel?”
I remembered the cars in his study. I remembered how each one of them was marked. And I knew… I knew what he would do to me, how he would mark me.
“Yes,” I choked.
He was going to make me his possession just like the toys in his office. He was going to mark me as his for the w
hole world to see with a simple one word that would decide my destiny: MINE.
I shut my eyes tight with the searing pain of blade on my skin.
“Open your eyes, baby. Watch me,” he rasped above me. His voice was full of lust. Making me bleed was turning him on more than anything else he did to me. “Touch yourself.”
“Wh-what?”
“Touch yourself, Angel. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Moving my hand between my legs I stroke my folds as he continued to torture me with small cuts to create the word on my skin and I gasped with the tingling sensation seizing through my spine between the pleasure of my fingers and the pain of the blade. The room was silent except our ragged breaths and my groans of pain; it was weirdly aphrodisiac. My eyes were focused on Mike, his eyes shone bright with excitement and cruel gleam. He wasn’t rushing his small art on my body, he was taking his time, causing me to absorb the pain and turn it into pleasure with my touch on my pussy. The warm liquid was dripping from the scar he created to my nipple and no matter how strange it was the tingling sensation intensified and my nipples turned into two little pebbles; I circled my clit with more urgency. Mike panted above me and with a groan he leaned into me, sucking my blood covered nipple into his mouth and causing me to arch my back. My orgasm was just in front of me, waiting for me to jump off the cliff and I waited for that push… the push that would give me my orgasm. And that push game when Mike licked the fresh scars of four little letters below my collarbone. His moan when my blood hit his tongue and the sweet pleasure of pain were enough to make me jump off the cliff to surround myself with the euphoric pleasure.
I laid there panting as I came down from my high. The burning throb on my fresh scar was beating with the same rhythm as my heart. Mike came into my view with a yellow sponge in his hand and he slowly cleansed the blood from the angry tissue, making me moan with the relief. His eyes were soft when I made eye-contact with him… like I gave him something precious, and I think I did.
He didn’t say a word as he cleaned my body with utmost care. His almost loving touch did something to me, reaching a place deep inside me. We felt a connection as he marked me his. We shared something twisted and fucked-up but intense and life-changing at the same time as he tasted my blood… and I changed. I changed more than I did since the moment he took me away from my life and brought here. And I knew there was no turning back to my old self even if there used to be a sliver of change before.
He finally spoke when he started to clean between my legs with the warm sponge, “You know there is no turning back from here.”
That wasn’t a question it was just an agreement of my own thoughts, but I still answered, “I know.”
