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Alice

Jenna screamed as I spanked her as hard as I could with one hand, while my other cupped her pussy.

Moans tangled with the blankets as I slid two fingers inside her.

I’d always kept my nails shorter on two fingers for this exact reason, even though I hadn’t been with someone in what felt like ages.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

She was soaked.

My fingers pumped in and out of her, wet sounds filling the room as I slapped her ass, admiring the jiggle of each cheek.

Red splashed over her pale skin, some spots darkening into purple.

She’d begged me to mark her, and I would.

Wherever she went next, I wanted her to be sore.

I wanted every moment over the next couple of days to remind her of me, my touch, and what we lost.

My palm was going numb from spanking her, but I didn’t care.

Jenna writhed, riding my fingers as I slapped her ass in a relentless rhythm.

Over and over, giving each cheek the attention they deserved until I could feel her getting closer to the edge.

Her pussy milked my hand, her moans intertwined with yelps.

And then I released her.

Her protests were immediate.

I grinned as I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking her essence from them.

She looked up, her eyes bright with need.

“Did I say you could move?” I asked.

“No, but?—”

“Put your head back down.” She growled , but obeyed.

I snorted as she put her head back down, clearly unhappy that I’d denied her an orgasm.

“Keep up the sass, baby girl, and you won’t come at all tonight.”

Her little gasp made me smirk.

God, I’d missed teasing her.

I’d missed being a Domme, too.

It had been too long since I’d had someone so obedient in bed, someone who knew exactly how to give and take.

I adjusted my position on the bed, moving so that I was kneeling between her legs.

I grabbed a hold of her thighs, and pulled her back so that she moved up onto her knees instead of lying flat.

Her ass cheeks were dark red, some bruising forming already.

But I knew that she wanted more.

Before that, though, I wanted a little taste of her wet pussy.

I wanted to have her on my tongue, to know just how turned on she was for me.

I took a moment to admire all of her tattoos.

I reached up, dragging my nails down her back.

My gaze traced the intricate lines, the different colors that inked her thighs, arms, and upper back.

Roses and thorny vines all twisted together into an artistic piece that I couldn't help but admire.

“Some of these are new,” I said.

Jenna nodded. “I kind of have an addiction to tattoos.”

“Well, that's not new,” I teased.

“Do you like them?” she asked, her voice holding a note of insecurity.

“Of course I like them, silly. How could I not? They're beautiful just like you. Just like you always have been.”

Her shoulders tensed, and that familiar ache burst in my chest again. The one that would never go away, and certainly wouldn't after tonight. Why were we even doing this? Why were we torturing ourselves this way?

I paused in studying her tattoos and scowled, leaning closer to her right ass cheek. “What is this? This tattoo?”

Jenna tensed and started to move. “Oh, uh, that is?—”

“Is that a bite mark? Tattooed on your ass?”

She tried to roll away, but I grabbed her hips and forced her to stay put.

“Who’s fucking bite mark is this, Jenna?”

She tried to move again, but I slapped her ass hard with a hiss.

“Stop that and answer me.”

Jenna buried her face into the blankets. “ Yours .”

What? My mouth dropped and I sat back, staring at the mark. I wouldn’t have even noticed it, but her ass was in my face, and it couldn’t be missed.

“You … you tattooed my bite mark on your ass.”

“I did …”

Her voice was faint. I reached up and grabbed her crimson hair, pulling her head up. “Why on earth would you do that? And how? And when?”

“I’m embarrassed,” she groaned.

“ Jenna ,” I growled.

“Last time we were together, you bit me and it left a mark so I took a picture and got it tattooed. I don’t know, I was just … I just wanted it. I’m sorry, I?—”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s …”

It was really fucking hot. It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done.

I let out a slow breath and closed my eyes, recentering myself.

“I love it,” I whispered.

Her muscles relaxed. She looked over her shoulder at me, tears shining in her pretty green eyes. “Really?”

I nodded. “Really.”

Silence settled between us, full of so much. So many words, so many memories, so many ‘ whys ’. Why didn’t we find a way to make it work the first time around?

I couldn’t let it linger, so I did the only thing that would distract both of us.

I leaned down, trailing kisses down her back until I came to her ass again. I kissed each mark I made, and then pinched her hard. She squeaked, the pain radiating through her entire body, but it only made her wetter. I pushed my fingers back inside her, gently easing them in and out as I bit down hard on her ass cheek, right on top of the tattoo.

She inked my mark onto her body after we broke up? I shoved the thought away, trying not to focus on what that could possibly mean. I didn’t want to give myself any sort of false hope.

Jenna shouted, but I could barely hear her over the roar of my blood. My heart pounded, my pussy wet as I bit her again, sinking my teeth into her flesh.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

Her cries became loud enough that I eased back, soothing the marks with more kisses.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. “I’m desperate .”

“Desperate for what?” I wanted to hear her say it.

“To come,” she rasped. “Please. Please .”

I gripped her hips and rolled her onto her back, crawling up her body and pinning her beneath me. Her red hair splayed over the bed, her arms slipping back above her head. I leaned down, catching one of her nipples between my lips, sucking gently. She gasped, her legs wrapping around me as I played with them. I cupped and squeezed her breasts, a moan slipping out.

She always brought out the most uninhibited part of me. That much hadn’t changed and I doubted it ever would. Her scent, her taste, her presence haunted me.

“Jenna,” I sighed, burying my face between her breasts. I trailed kisses down her soft stomach, pausing to kiss her stretch marks, making my way further down until I came to her pussy. Dark curls covered her mound, her thighs splaying for me. I licked my lips, studying her labia and clit with appreciation. “Someone is a wet little slut.”

“Me,” she squeaked. “I am.”

I scooped my curls back, using the satin hair tie on my wrist to pull them back. I raised a brow as I took my time, watching Jenna squirm in anticipation. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, a beautiful horny goddess spread out before me, waiting to be fucked.

Once my hair was secure, I pushed her thighs further apart and leaned down, bringing the tip of my tongue to her clit. Immediately, her thighs attempted to clamp shut, but I kept them parted, circling her clit and sucking it gently.

Her moans grew louder, her hips rolling against my face. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot as I teased her mercilessly.

“ Daddy ,” she moaned. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so?—”

I pulled back, grinning as her head popped up.

“No,” she growled. “I was so close!”

“I know,” I said, sucking her off my fingers again. “Baby girl, we have all night. I’m going to use that time however I please, which means edging you until you’re a pathetic little fucking mess for me.”

Her red lips formed a pout. I smiled, running my hands over her thighs. I loved it when she was a little bratty, and I loved making her beg.

It wouldn't be too long before she’d be crying and begging for me to let her come.