My very flesh.

Ashley didn’t say what she intended to steal next, but her sudden grip on my cock was something of a hint. Her body was still pressed close to mine, chest-to-chest, so she had to have been reaching fairly blindly. I kept my mouth shut, even as she squeezed somewhat forcefully, though I’m sure the moment of pain was easy enough to read on my face.

“This is mine, too,” She declared, stroking the hard rod, “Got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” I whispered. As a reward for my cooperation, or perhaps just because she wanted to, Ashley pressed a warm, wet kiss to my collarbone, sucking and tonguing forcefully at the sensitive skin. Her grip on my cock remained, and I let out a not-quite-silent gasp against my better judgment. Thankfully, Ashley either didn’t notice or didn’t care, continuing to suck and stroke and grope at me, eventually pulling her mouth and upper body away, so that she was sitting on my stomach.

“I know you can’t see,” She said, “But seeing as you now belong to me, I thought it best to leave a mark.” The fingers of her free hand reached up to trace the spot on my collar where she had been kissing me. I was confident in Ashley’s ability to leave a beautiful red mark that would last all week, possibly longer. Ashley and I usually try to avoid doing anything that lingers after the game is over, but I had agreed to allow her to leave as many marks as she wanted tonight, and I knew this was just the first of many.

Her hand continued to stroke my cock, with long, slow strokes. “Did you like the way it felt when I marked you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Of course you did. You want more, don’t you?” She brushed her thumb over the head of my cock as she asked, causing my hips to jerk in response.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, with as much of a pleading tone as I could muster. Her hand left my cock, and her body moved from atop me, but not for long. Ashley had simply moved to my side, to make it easier for her mouth to reach the various places it would need to reach. My nipple, for starters. Even more sensitive than my collar, her mouth teased the skin of my left breast, sucking for a long moment before biting, hard.

“Ah!” My cry of pain escaped my lips, too quickly to even think of suppressing it. Ashley was clearly displeased, as her sharp nails dug into my shoulder, painfully. Unfortunately, this caused me to deliver another vocal outburst, and her nails dug in harder as her mouth left my body.

“You’re not being a very good boy. That mouth is only supposed to say one thing, isn’t it? What’s the one thing you’re allowed to say?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered pathetically, biting back the pain as her claws finally pulled away. A finger traced over the angry skin her nails had damaged.

“I’m going to cover you in marks, but it’ll be up to you whether or not this process is pleasurable,” She leaned in and pressed her soft lips to my chest, giving a long, slow kiss, “Or painful.” She said, pulling away her mouth and dragging her nails across my skin, instead. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, although given the circumstances, I had a sneaking suspicion that Ashley already knew exactly how many marks she planned to leave on me, and just how she intended to put them there.