Marked for Submission (10 page)

No, you’re more tired than a horse. What comes after tired?
Dead. You’re like a dead horse. Ridden hard and put away … wet. Wet! Yes, very wet. Jesus. I’m delirious now. Shut up, Janna. Just shut up. Crazy artist dude is rifling through drawers and you need to protect yourself before he comes at you with—

She snapped to, suddenly alert and surging on adrenalin again as reality horned in again.
Fear. New fear.

“
Whaaaat?!” she asked. “You
can’t
be serious. You just wore out my ass, you haven’t let me come, and now you’re going to pierce me? Again? Mark, this isn’t–”

“
Shhh, Janna. You’ve been good. Trust me, you’ll like what’s coming. Ha ha. I said ‘coming’.”

Oh fuck, yeah, so now Beavis and Butt-Head are going to pierce me. That’s a real confidence-booster. Jesus H, this is insane. If I have to go home and use my vibrator to come, I’m nev
er going to forgive him. Never.

“Lie back now. Like you were before,” he said. “Here you go.” He helped her sit up,
then pushed her down lengthwise along the table again. “Spread your legs, Janna. Wide.”

He tapped the corners of the table showing her where he wanted her ankles.

“Do I need to use the straps on you again, girl?” His eyebrow raised and he studied her face, waiting. “I think I better use the straps. The needle I use for this could make you jump.”

She hadn’t had time to answer, he was already deciding. He grabbed her ankles firmly and bound each again with the leather straps. She felt them cinching up tightly
on her skin, pinching a little.

“Too
tight?” Mark asked. “Too bad.”

Bastard.
He’s not really going to pierce me again. He’s bluffing. Just wants to see if he can freak me out.

Janna closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together, trying to put more pressure on the clit-hood ring, another futile attempt to stimulate her clit to the point of coming, to give herself the orgasm Mark had denied her all night. She knew it wouldn’t work and instantly felt foolish, embarrassed.

“I see what you’re doing there, slut. Trying to make yourself come? No. You come only when I give it to you. Understand me?” Mark’s voice was a low rasp. “Keep your hands at your sides and hold very still.”

He snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and grabbed the task light and bent it down so its heat was about a foot from her swollen cunt.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Janna. I love this fucking cunt of yours.”

He pressed his mouth to her slit and she felt strong hands cupping each of her breasts, rough fingers
teasing the hardening nipples.

Oh shit … please, God, please, make me come … yes …

Mark’s tongue suddenly flicked at the vertical barbell in her clit hood, making it wriggle side to side. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“Oh my God … oh fuck yes,” she moaned. She knew she would come soon if only he would keep doing … that. But he stopped.
Again. His mouth came off her pussy entirely, without warning. He pulled back and away, and looked up at her from between her legs.

Not AGAIN.
God DAMN it.

“Should I pierce your labia first, or make you come first?” he asked.

“Fuck! What kind of question is that? ” Her hand went to her pussy and she started trying to rub her clit. He caught her by the wrist in a strong grip, pulling her hand away and holding it up, twisting her arm slightly.

“
Ow!” Janna glared at him. “Let go of me!”

He was laughing
– a low, bemused chuckle. His dark eyes creased in amusement at her.

“Don’t get all
pissy, girl, or I’ll never let you come. If I were you, I’d be more worried about staying on my good side. Quiet now.”

He dove back into her pussy and flicked his tongue across the barbell again, sending her into shivers. She moved her hips and writhed urgently, grinding her ass into the leather table as his warm tongue circled her clit several times. Then he caught the hood barbell in his teeth and pulled gently. She clenched her hands at her sides and groaned in ecstasy, rolling her head and trembling, shuddering, her climax building. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on a second longer. Not one second longer.

“Fuuuuuck, Mark … please … god,
please
–”

“Come for me, Janna.
Now.”

Chapter 16

She lay in the crook of his arm on the sofa in the shop’s waiting area. Mark nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent, relishing the feel of her soft skin as his hand idly stroked her cheek, tracing the contour of her jaw with a finger.

Janna had sensed a deep hurt somewhere in Mark … something painful, that he kept tucked carefully away, hidden.
A vulnerability there. She’d wanted to ask him about it but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Or whether she should.

Hell, the man’s had his way with your body and asked you all kinds of personal questions. Let’s drop the pretense of friendly stra
ngers here, Janna. Just ask him.

“Mark …” she began. She thought briefly of trying to turn and look at him but decided he might be more comfortable without the eye contact. “Why is a guy like you … not with someone? I mean, is there someone else? Or, was there? I get a feeling
from you – something hurt you.”

“My
last girlfriend cheated on me.”

H
is voice was quiet, controlled.

“Oh Mark … God. I’m so sorry.” She wasn’t sure what to say to his sudden confession. She was surprised that any woman would cheat on a guy like him, ever, and wanted to say something snappy about what a crazy
stupid
bitch his ex girlfriend must be, but stopped herself.

No Janna, don’t say anything. This is his wound. Just let it be. Just be here.

“No, it’s OK. She cheated on me, and we tried to stay together afterward, and work things out.” She felt him shrug one shoulder a little. “But the problem was ME. I just couldn’t pretend things were OK again. And I kinda went into hibernation, exile, just threw myself into the work, the business. I didn’t know I was even ready for anyone else ... until you walked in here. Something in you. I saw something. Your willingness to give yourself completely … to me. To be mine entirely, to submit, yeah, in every way. Because I need that connection, that control. That bond. That intensity. I have to have that or I can’t be what I am.”

“And what are you?”
she whispered.

She heard a sharp intake of breath and he rose suddenly, pulling her up by the arm,
then yanked her close and hard into him, kissing her deeply, possessively. Her heart pounded and finally he eased up and leaned back a little, gazing into her soft eyes.

“
I’m the guy who’s going to take care of you, give you what you need. The guy who will let you be your real self. Let’s get out of here, Janna.” He walked to the table and grabbed her discarded clothing, stuffing it into a backpack, then went to a closet and opened it, pulled something from a hanger. “Here. You’ll wear this for now.”

He wrapped a long leather duster around her naked body and stood back to look at her, fastening the snaps in front.

“What are you doing?” Her voice quavered.

“Getting you dressed, taking you home. What’s it look like? I can’t let you ride on the back of my Harley naked. Cops frown on that shit, you know.”

“Home?” She looked into his eyes, questioning. “But Mark–”

“My woman doesn’t wear clothes in my home. As soon as the front door closes, you take this off and drop to your knees. Got that?” He waited for her answer.

She nodded, feeling an irrepressible smile start, her heart racing in anticipation. “Does this mean–?” she said softly.

His woman.

The words sent a charge through her, seemingly heating the blood in her veins.
His woman.
She realized that was what she wanted more than anything: to be his in every way, and only his. She knew he would be demanding and dominate her in ways she probably couldn’t yet imagine, but it just felt right. Could he be thinking … ?

No, Janna. He’s been hurt, he’s too independent, you can have fun with him but he’s not looking for a one-on-one thing, anything long-term.

His gaze was warmer, changed somehow. He smiled, flashing the bright sexy grin she’d been so attracted to the first time she ever saw him. “Let’s get to my place and I’ll make you something to eat. We have lots to talk about.”

“Talk?” she sputtered. She looked into his eyes and saw confidence, pleasure. “Talk about … what?”

“Our future.”

The End

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