Mark her as yours.

You don’t let her look away as you pull out, your cock throbbing in your grip. You stand over her, lying on the ground beneath you in a sweaty mess, her clothes and underwear barely hanging off her, and start to cum all over her. You stroke yourself hard, your release pulsing out in hot, thick spurts. The first rope hits her forehead, splattering down into her eyebrow. The second streak lands across her nose and cheek, the white stark against the darkening bruise on her skin. A glob lands on her lips, mixing with the blood dripping from the cuts in her skin. By the time you're done, her face is a canvas of ownership, a grotesque, beautiful masterpiece.

She lies there motionless, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue slides out of her now puffy lips and licks away the mixture of blood and cum. Her left cheek is already swelling, the outline of your fingers a dark, angry red against her pale skin. The right side of her face is no better, the bruise spreading, the skin tender and hot to the touch. Cum is everywhere - dripping down her neck and pooling in the hollow of her throat.

You reach down and press your thumb into her face, swiping your thumb through the cum and blood and smearing it across the bruise on her cheekbone.

"You're never going to see Jeremy again," you say, stepping away.

She nods obediently, trembling on the ground beneath you. She's never looked so ruined, so beautiful. You feel your cock hardening as you admire her shattered form, and it only takes a few moments for you to throw her onto the bed and to take her once more.