The next morning, and a headache.

When I woke up, I had bedsheets wrapped over me. I shook them off and climbed out of the bed it came from. Then I looked back on it, where my eyes fell on a slim figure, and smiled. A naked woman lay on the other side, her skin looking as soft as sheep-skin in the morning. I recognized her as the same businesswoman from last night, and yes, she looked even better naked. She had been awfully cooperative once I'd convinced her to sleep next to me, and that she couldn't get any shut-eye until she got herself off, one way or another. She eventually decided to fuck me on what was 100% her own volition.

Angles. They make the view, am I right?

I found my jeans when I noticed a sliver of her breast was visible from the sheets she held across her own body. I shrugged. She was still asleep, anyway. I made use of my freedoms and pulled the sheet over to get a peek. Round, prominent flesh stared back at me. They were as perky as I remembered.

I grinned.

"Thanks for the fuck." I patted a breast as she stirred in her sleep, still ****, and jumped down the stairs. She'd remember everything, and love every second of it. She wouldn't dare have a repeat session with anyone else in the near future. But she'd remember me. She'd remember 'ol Mark.

And it was all thanks to the mark on Mark. My mark. The mark that gave me free reign.

Suddenly, a sharp sting lacerated my mind. I winced, stopping in the middle of the living room, holding my head. It was throbbing -- the pain was harsher than a whip to the back. I tried to look around. If it weren't for the blurry film over my eyes, maybe I would've seen shit. The next thing I knew, I was falling -- down, down,

down...