Chapter 32: WEARING HIS MARK

MIA

“Mia.”

I looked up from where I had been bedrotting for a while. “Yeah?”

His demeanour was different as he stared at me. “we’re having another session tonight. Go to the playroom. I want you naked and waiting for me on your knees when I arrive.”

Oh. “Yes, Master.”

I felt his eyes on me the entire way down the hall. By the time I reached the playroom, I was already wet.

I stripped quickly, folding my clothes neatly, then sank to my knees in the center of the room. Knees spread, hands palms-up on my thighs, chest out and eyes lowered. The position still made me blush, but it also made me ache with need.

Dante entered a few minutes later and I heard the soft click of the door, then his slow footsteps circling me.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low with approval. “Already presenting so beautifully. Such a quick learner.”

He stopped in front of me and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Tonight I’m going to focus on these pretty tits. I want them bound, marked, and aching for me. Color?”

“Green, Master,” I whispered.

“Good girl.”

He helped me stand, then guided me to the large padded bench in the center of the room. He picked up the roll of shiny black bondage tape and began wrapping my breasts slowly. He started at the base of each one, winding the tape tighter and tighter, forcing them outward until they were swollen like balloons. The pressure built quickly and it was painful but I liked it as my breasts stood out as well as my nipples.

When he finished, he stepped back to admire his work.

“Bounce for me,” he ordered softly.

I hesitated, cheeks burning then obeyed. I gave a small, experimental bounce on my toes. My tightly bound breasts slightly and a shy giggle escaped me despite the embarrassment.

Dante’s eyes darkened with lust. “Again but harder.”

I bounced again, harder this time. The tape pulled tight with the force, making my breath hitch but I kept going.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he growled, stepping closer. He cupped both bound breasts in his large hands, squeezing them firmly and the pressure made me moan. “Look how swollen they are and they’re turning such a pretty shade of red for me.”

He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth. I gasped, back arching as he sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly, then grazed his teeth over the stiff peak.

While he sucked and bit one breast, his hand played with the other squeezing, slapping lightly and pinching the nipple until I was whimpering. His free hand slid between my legs, fingers gliding through my soaked folds.

“So wet already,” he murmured against my breast. “Just from having your tits bound and played with. What a greedy little slut you are.”

He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, hips rocking against his hand as he slowly fucked me with them. All the while, his mouth continued its assault on my bound breasts by sucking, licking, biting, leaving dark marks around my nipples.

He pulled back suddenly and spun me around, bending me over the bench. My breasts hung heavily downward and the pain that came from it was so immense that I nearly came from it. He pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place, then continued fingering me from behind with slow, deep strokes that made wet, obscene sounds.

“You’re dripping down my hand,” he growled. “Such a messy girl.”

I was shaking, moaning and completely lost in sensation when he picked up the whip. He flipped me again and landed the first strike on my breath, making me cry out as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green, Master—please—”

He whipped me again, harder this time, alternating between breasts. Each lash left bright red lines across my skin. The pain mixed with the relentless thrusting of his fingers until I was sobbing and begging incoherently.

He dropped the whip and pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.

“On your back on the glass table,” he ordered. “I’m not finished with these tits yet.”

I obeyed on shaky legs, lying face-up on the cool glass surface. He secured my wrists and ankles underneath, forcing my back into a deep arch that thrust my breasts upward.

Dante stepped back to admire me, slowly circling the table.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Tits bound so tight they’re purple, covered in my marks, dripping cunt on full display. You’re going to look so beautiful when I finally let you come.”

He picked up a powerful wand vibrator, the thick head already humming to life. The low buzz filled the room as he pressed it lightly against the inside of my thigh. I jerked at the sudden vibration, a soft whimper escaping me.

“Stay still,” he ordered calmly. “You don’t get to come tonight. This is about teasing and teaching your body who it belongs to.”

He dragged the vibrating head slowly up my thigh, then across my lower belly, deliberately avoiding where I needed it most. The vibrations traveled through my skin, making my breasts jiggle slightly and my entire body was lit with need.

When he finally pressed the wand against my swollen clit, I cried out. The intense buzzing sent  overwhelming pleasure shooting through me. My hips tried to buck, but the restraints held me firmly in place.

“Master—please—”

He pulled it away immediately.

“No begging,” he snapped. “You take what I give you quietly.”

He teased me mercilessly for what felt like hours. He would press the vibrator firmly against my clit for several long seconds, building the pleasure higher and higher, only to pull it away the moment my breathing changed and my thighs started to tremble. Again and again he brought me right to the edge, then denied me, leaving me whimpering and desperate.

The worst part was when he slid the thick head of the vibrator inside me.

I moaned loudly as he pushed it deep, the powerful vibrations rumbling against my inner walls as he fucked me slowly with it, twisting and angling it so it pressed right against that sensitive spot inside me. The fullness combined with the intense buzzing made my eyes roll back. Wetness poured out around the toy, dripping down my ass and onto the glass table.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he growled, pumping the vibrator in and out. “Such sloppy, greedy sounds. Your cunt is drooling for me.”

I was shaking, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity, but every time I got close he pulled the vibrator out completely, leaving me empty and throbbing, sobbing with frustration.

“Please, Master— I can’t—”

“You can,” he said calmly, pressing the still-vibrating head against my clit again. “And you will. Your orgasms belong to me now. You come when I decide, not when your desperate little body wants to.”

He tortured me like that for what felt like an eternity and I was crying openly now, hips trying uselessly to chase the toy every time he denied me.

When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he set the vibrator aside and picked up the string of thick anal beads.

“I’m going to prep this tight little ass,” he said. “Because soon I’m going to fuck it. And then I’m going to train it to take even bigger things. You’re going to learn to love being full everywhere for me.”

He lubed the beads generously, then pressed the smallest one against my rear entrance. I whimpered as he pushed it inside slowly, the stretch burning sweetly. One by one he pushed them into me, each larger than the last, until the entire string was buried deep inside my ass. Every tiny movement made them shift, creating a constant, full sensation that made my pussy clench emptily.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, tugging gently on the string so the beads moved inside me. “Taking everything I give you so beautifully.”

I was a complete mess at this point. Dante stepped back, admiring me for a long moment then he walked to the side of the room and wheeled something large, covered with a black cloth into view.

He stood beside the glass table, one hand resting possessively on my breast, thumb brushing over my aching nipple.

“Ready for the next level, my perfect little toy?” he asked, voice dark with a promise.

I could only whimper in response, eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal as he reached for the cloth and it revealed a sex machine underneath. There was a thick, very realistic dildo attached to the end. It was veined, slightly curved and glistening with lube. It was intimidating but not as big as Dante's cock.

My breath hitched.

Dante adjusted the height and angle, positioning the dildo so the thick head pressed right against my soaked entrance. He rubbed it up and down through my folds, coating it thoroughly with my wetness, letting the machine’s tip tease my clip.

He stepped back, eyes dark with hunger. “Beautiful,” he murmured to himself.

He flicked a switch and the machine hummed to life. The dildo pressed forward slowly, stretching my entrance before sliding deep inside me in one thrust. I gasped as the machine pulled back almost to the tip, then drove in again and it kept going. The curve was so nice as it dragged against my g spot.

Every thrust pushed the anal beads deeper inside me that made my pussy clench around the invading dildo. I could hear myself screaming as my body bounced and the cool glass was nice against my hot body.

Dante moved to the side of the table where I could see him clearly. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, already rock hard and leaking. He wrapped his fist around the thick length and began to stroke himself slowly, eyes fixed on where the machine was relentlessly fucking me.

The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching me was intoxicating.

His hand moved with firm pulls from base to tip, thumb occasionally swiping over the glistening head to spread his precum. His chest rose and fell faster as he watched the dildo disappear into my pussy again and again. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with lust. The wet sound of his hand stroking his cock mixed with the mechanical rhythm of the machine and my own helpless sounds.

I couldn’t look away.

Dante’s breathing grew heavier. His strokes became faster, fist sliding over his glistening shaft. His free hand braced on the edge of the table as he watched me being fucked by the machine. His gaze moved from my dripping pussy to my bouncing breasts, then up to my face.

“Master…” I moaned, throwing my head back.

Dante’s hand moved faster on his cock. His thighs were tense, muscles flexing as he pleasured himself to the sight of me being used by the machine. A low groan escaped him as he watched the dildo slide out glistening with my arousal before plunging back in.

Dante stepped closer, still stroking his thick cock. He moved to the head of the table, towering over me as he rubbed the leaking head of his cock against my parted lips.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “Taking that cock like a good little whore. Your cunt is making such messy sounds for me.”

I moaned helplessly, the vibrations and deep thrusts pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My wrists strained against the cuffs, back arched painfully on the glass table.

He suddenly turned off the machine. The dildo stopped deep inside me, leaving me stuffed and throbbing.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling it out slowly. “I want your mouth now.”

He walked to the head of the table and gripped my hair, tilting my head back over the edge so my throat was perfectly aligned. The position made my head hang down, neck stretched, mouth open and It was immediately harder to breathe.

“Open wide, slut,” he ordered, rubbing the leaking head of his cock across my lips. “You’re going to take every inch.”

I parted my lips obediently. He pushed forward, sliding his thick cock into my mouth. The angle made it difficult as he went straight into my throat on the first thrust. I gagged instantly, eyes watering.

“That’s it,” he groaned, holding my head in place. “Choke on it. I want to feel your throat squeezing me.”

He started fucking my mouth with deep, controlled thrusts. Each one pushed past my gag reflex, bulging my throat visibly. The position made breathing almost impossible — every thrust cut off my air, leaving me gasping and choking around his cock. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my face and into my hair.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, hips snapping harder. “Look at you choking on my cock like a desperate whore. Your throat feels so fucking good.”

Tears streamed down my temples as I was gagging loudly with every thrust. The lack of air made my head spin, but it also made everything more intense. He reached down and turned the machine back on.

The dildo slammed back into my pussy without warning, fucking me hard while Dante fucked my throat. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I screamed around his cock, the sound muffled and wet.

“You’re going to squirt for me,” he snarled, thrusting deeper into my throat. “I want to see this messy cunt spray all over my table while you choke on my dick.”

The machine pounded me relentlessly. I was shaking violently, my throat bulging around Dante’s cock, unable to breathe properly.

He gripped my hair tighter and fucked my face harder, balls slapping against my forehead with every thrust.

“Come,” he commanded. “Squirt for your Master while I fuck your throat.”

I screamed around his cock as my pussy spasmed violently. A powerful squirt came out of me, spraying around the machine’s dildo and gushing onto the glass table. My whole body convulsed, wrists straining against the cuffs, throat gagging wildly around his thrusting cock.

Dante groaned loudly, hips stuttering. “Fuck—yes—take it all.”

He buried himself deep down my throat and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my mouth and throat. I choked violently, sperm spilling from the corners of my lips and dripping down my face as I struggled to swallow. He held himself there, watching with dark satisfaction as I gagged and choked on his cock and cum, tears streaming down my face.

“Good girl,” he rasped, finally pulling out slowly. Strings of cum and saliva connected his cock to my swollen lips. “Look at the mess you made. Such a perfect, filthy little toy.”

I gasped desperately for air, coughing and sobbing, cum still leaking from my mouth and dripping down my chin.

He stroked my hair gently, eyes soft now. “You did so well for me.”

He removed the cuffs first, then the blindfold. He gathered me into his arms immediately, cradling me against his chest as if I were made of glass. One hand stroked down my spine in  soothing motions while the other cradled the back of my head.

“You were so perfect for me,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my damp cheeks and my swollen lips. “My beautiful, obedient girl. You took everything so well.”

I whimpered softly, still shaking with aftershocks, and buried my face in his neck. The praise made fresh tears slip down my cheeks not from pain but from the overwhelming flood of emotions of feeling cherished.

He carried me to the large couch in the corner of the playroom and laid me down gently. From a nearby cabinet he retrieved a bowl of warm water and soft cloths then he started with my face, wiping away the mess of tears, saliva, and cum then he moved lower.

When he began carefully peeling the shiny black tape from my breasts, I hissed in pain. The skin underneath was deeply bruised with dark purple and red marks across the swollen flesh where the tape had squeezed so tightly. My breasts felt hot and heavy, the circulation slowly returning in painful tingles.

Dante’s expression softened with concern as he examined them. He brought the warm cloth to my chest and cleaned, careful not to press too hard on the worst bruises.

“These are going to be very sore tomorrow,” he murmured. “But they look so beautiful, marked up like this. My marks on my property.”

He leaned down and pressed the gentlest kisses to the worst of the bruises, lips feather-light against the tender skin. I whimpered at the contact.

He continued cleaning me thoroughly between my legs, down my thighs, even gently removing the anal beads one by one, each removal making me gasp softly. By the time he was finished, I was clean, but still completely naked.

He wrapped me in a soft blanket and pulled me into his lap on the couch.

“No clothes tonight,” he said firmly, one hand possessively cupping one of my bruised breasts. “I want to see my work on your body all day. I want easy access to tear at you whenever the mood strikes me. You’ll stay naked for me. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered, cheeks burning even as fresh heat pooled between my legs.

He kissed the top of my head. “Good girl.”

We stayed like that for a while, him holding me, stroking my hair, murmuring praise while I floated in that soft, submissive headspace. Eventually he carried me to the living room, still completely naked, and settled us on the large sectional couch.

He chose a calm movie and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my back against his chest. The blanket was draped loosely over us, but it did nothing to hide my nudity from him.

As the movie played, his hands began to wander.

One arm wrapped around my waist, holding me securely. The other hand slid slowly between my thighs. His fingers parted my still-swollen folds and began to play with me lazily gentle strokes over my clit, teasing circles, occasionally dipping inside me to feel the mess he’d left earlier.

I whimpered softly, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Shh,” he murmured against my ear. “Just relax. I’m not going to make you come again tonight. I just want to feel what’s mine.”

His fingers continued as I melted into him.