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Warren gingerly pulls out and pulls me up right, holding me around my waist. My head lulls back against his chest and he turns my face to seal his lips over mine. He tastes of sweat and sex, and I lap it up as our tongue tangle.

“Come on, let’s get you out of those ropes before we both pass out.”

Chapter 11: Warren

I will gladly paint your canvas if you’re asking me to

I can’t believe what just happened. It’s like my wildest dream come true. Bambi completely encased in my rope and coming on my cock.

I’m a fucking idiot.

That’s the only reason I can come up with as to why I let other people dictate my actions involving Bambi. Sure, she’s the good girl to my bad boy, doesn’t break the rules and is sweet as apple pie, but she’s also fucking perfect. Considerate, accepting, joyful. Not to mention she’s apparently a little bit of a freak too. I think she enjoys being tied up as much as I enjoy tying her up.

We lay in her bed, pleasantly exhausted and still completely naked, wrapped in each other in a way I don’t think I’ve ever done with another woman. In a way I would never be with another woman, I realize. There’s no one in this world like her and no matter where I go, I know I will never find a replacement for her.

I trail my finger over her skin, drawing patterns and designs I would love to see inked into her skin. My mark on her body forever like hers is on me.

Getting an idea that I can’t shake, I reach down to my jeans on the floor and pull out a fine point sharpie. I always haveone on me. You never know when you will want to vandalize a bathroom stall.

Bambi is laying on her stomach, her perfect round ass propped up and waiting for my mark. I lean over her and begin doodling.

“What are you doing?” she chuckles but doesn’t stop me.

“Marking you. Property of Warren,” I playfully say as I draw on her ass cheek.

“What? You are not.”

She rears up from the mattress trying to look over her shoulder and make sure that’s not what I’m writing. I laugh and press on her shoulders, moving her back to laying on the sheets.

“No, I’m not writing that. But I am marking you as mine, putting my brand on you.”

A long time ago I thought I would one day be a famous artist. That was before my father beat that dream out of me. But when I was still star eyed and naïve I created a signature that I was going to sign all my masterpieces with. If there’s one masterpiece in this world it’s definitely Bambi.

I draw the design carefully making sure each curve and line is perfect. It doesn’t take me long.

“There, finished.”

“What is it?”

“My signature. Marking you as my masterpiece.”

I toss the pen to the floor and admire my work and canvas for a moment, memorizing the image.

“I can’t see it,” Bambi complains.

“Um do you have a mirror or something? Oh, here.”

I grab her phone on the nightstand and take a photo and show it to her. I stylized the first three letters of my name ‘War’ with graceful swirls and loops in a way that make the letters look more like shapes creating a whimsical but geometric design. I didn’t want my signature to look like a name or lettersbut thought it would be so cool to be the artist only known as War. Childish dreams, but the design is pleasing, especially on Bambi’s ass.

“So, am I just your canvas now? Are you going to draw all over me?”

I crawl up her body and lay down pulling her on top of me, placing her phone back on the table so she can use those fingers to touch me. My time with her is limited and I want her hands on me as much as possible.

“You’re beautiful as you are, but I will gladly paint your canvas if you’re asking me to.” I give her a devilish grin and am now thinking of painting her in my cum. Just as good as any paint.

Bambi slaps my chest but immediately rests her head on my pec, pressing herself tight against my body. I pull the blanket over us and think I could lay here with her in my arms forever. But I also can’t. Not after that reminder today running into my parents. But there’s another option.

Pulling Bambi tighter to my chest, I tuck the comforter around her tighter, keeping her warm.