“Cook me,” I said, “please I want to try it.”

Will watched in rapt attention as Mark lowered the flame to my belly. He kept the flame a distance from my skin, but I could feel the heat, the tingle in my skin like the hot sun in the middle of summer. I moaned and arched my back, shuddering as the flame got closer.

“Oh God, Mark, you really are. You are searing me,” I moaned again.

He brought the flame a little closer, the temperature increasing drastically as it neared my skin. I shuddered and shook my own sick arousal driving me on. The oil on my stomach had heated, and I could smell the aromatic fragrance of the rosemary. After a few more moments, Mark turned off the torch.

Panting in arousal, I looked at Mark. “More, please more,” I begged. As I spoke, Will leant into my upper arms, pinning me there, and I smiled up at him, “You want to see more, don’t you?”

Will nodded, and I looked back at Mark, “More, please.”

As Mark turned the torch up a notch, I noticed my hand tingling and moaned again. “My hand, it feels strange,” I said.

Mark smiled, “The best kind of marinade has acids, oils and flavourings; this is supposed to work great on fresh human flesh.”

I moaned again, “You mean this isn’t just a barbeque marinade from the store?”

Mark shook his head, “Nope,” he said as he reignited the torch and brought it closer to my ribs, “it’s a custom-made blend designed to tenderise willing human meat for cooking.”

I swear my eyes started to roll back at that, but Mark brought the torch closer to me. The heat was intense, and I moaned again. Again, the oil shielded me some, but I felt the heat against my skin, “Oh God, that feels incredible,” I moaned, again arching.

As Mark passed the torch over my skin, not leaving it in one spot for too long, I looked up at Will. “Want to taste me?” I asked, pulling my hand out of the marinade and offering it to our guest.

As Mark brought the torch a little closer, I gasped as my skin screamed in both the pleasure of giving myself and the pain of my skin baking under the heat, Will took my hand and took two fingers into his mouth. He moaned as he tasted the marinade and roughly sucked on my finger.

I shuddered and felt myself spurt in pleasure as he tasted me and relished my flavour. Then Mark turned the torch off again, and moments later, Will stopped.

I was biting my lip and humping the air as I tried to focus on Mark, “More,” I panted again.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking at the marks across my rips.

I brought my marinaded hand to my mouth, my little finger hanging at the edge of my lip as I said, “More,” before sliding my finger into my mouth, I sucked on it and then chewed lightly on my flesh as I moaned.

“Are you chewing on your own finger?” Will asked.

I pulled my little finger from my mouth, the marinade had already softened the surface of my skin, and my chewing had taken off the surface level of the skin. “I taste incredible,” I moaned as Mark turned the torch up higher. “And I’m not one to let good food go to waste.”

Will and Mark both moaned as I locked eyes with Mark.