Marked for Submission by Sheri Savill Read Free Book Online

Get a grip, Janna. Get a goddamned grip.
    She blinked hard and swallowed, trying to get used to the new … feelings, wondering whether the barbell was already rubbing her clit. She wasn’t even able to really look down there yet. But sh e could feel it … very clearly.
    Yes, it has to be rubbing already. A lot. And I’m not even moving!
    “Feels good, doesn’t it, little slut?”
    She nodded, feeling her face heat again.
    Mark looked at her with a mixture of amusement and arousal, a look that only made her more turned on, more aware of her exposure, of just how insanely erotic the entire evening was turning out to be. Tattooed and pierced, and now a hunky man hovering, asking her embarrassing questions and making comments while staring at her nakedness, at her moist cunt.
    He reached out a gloved hand and cupped her exposed mound p ossessively. “The hood area should heal up fairly fast. You’ll feel it more later tonight, I’m sure, but even after it’s totally healed you’ll be amazed at how much the jewelry rubs whenever you move at all. Based on your responses to me tonight, I’d say you’re going to be a constantly-horny wet little slut from now on, Janna.”
    He grinned and continued, casually. “ I love the idea of you being constantly turned on and unable to help it. I’ll want you to think of me, of this, every time you feel the metal rubbing in that wet cunt. You’ll think of me and how I gave you this, how I changed you.”
    Smirking sexy bastard! What is wrong with me that this is turning me on like this? Jesus, Janna, get a grip.
    He pushed his middle finger all the way into her pussy. She moaned a little as she felt it slide in easily, the slick slurping sound it made only increas ed her embarrassment yet again.
    “Damn girl, you’re still one wet little cunt, aren’t you? I should tattoo this pussy, you know? Just right here, real fast. A small black ink tattoo, maybe just a word in a nice bold script. How about ‘slut’? What do you think, Janna?” She writhed, pathetically, trying to fuck herself on his thick gloved finger. Suddenly she felt a small stinging smack on her breast that made her catch her breath and go still.
    “ Ow!” she protested.
    “No you don’t!” Mark corrected. “Stay still, Janna. You want me to finger-fuck you? You have to ask. Just ask. But yeah, I think a nice little script tattoo on your mound here would be pretty fuckin’ hot.” He went right on musing and planning as if she wasn’t there, as if she was an object, a surface for his art, a practice canvas.
    He’s gotta be kidding about tattooing my pussy. He’s just trying to scare me. He just wants me to freak out. Well I won’t. I’m OK. I’m just … horny as fucking HELL right now. God, I can’t even think.
    “Mark, please … I need you to –”
    “Need what, exactly, Janna? What do you need? To come? You need to come, is that it? Yeah, I bet you do. That metal, rubbing on your clit hood … is it making you hot? The little balls on the ends, those must feel nice rubbing all over your clit? And you feel like you need to come. Aww, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?” She felt his finger abruptly pull out of her pussy. All the way out.
    “I told you to ask, but you waited too long, Janna. So, no. You don’t get to come now. But I will let you taste yourself, for being a good girl while I pierced you. Here. Suck.” He pushed the gloved finger into her mouth, roughly. “Suck yourself off my finger like a good little slut.”
    She licked and sucked and tasted herself, feeling her face heat again in shame and … arousal. He pulled his finger out, then shoved it back in, as if it was a cock fucking her mouth. Frustration, horniness, swept over her again, making her body tense in need. A delicious new heat began to radiate from her pussy – was it partly due to the trauma of the piercing? – she wasn’t sure.
    Oh god I wish he would fuck me already! Something. My clit is fucking