Free Marked for Submission by Sheri Savill Page B

Everything else was distant, dialed down, muffled. She could only think of him and what he’d done to her, what he would do.
    Would the clit hood piercing hurt if he fucked her? Would it move and rub her clit raw? She could feel it throbbing with no touch at all, so she knew it would be more intense when – if – Mark ever touched it. A mouth, a hand, a cock. Something.
    She sat still, waiting for some indication of what he planned, what he would do with her now. She hoped it would involve her getting her brains fucked out.
    Jesus Christ. “Nympho Gets Tattooed, Can’t Stop Thinking About Cock .”

 
    Chapter 14
     
    “I’m going to take your ass, Janna.” Mark’s voice growled above her. “Sit up for me.” He tapped on the edge of the leather. Janna sat up, shivering and unsure, her nipples hard and aching. She met his gaze, questioning in her eyes.
    “Mark, I don’t know ab–”
    “There’s nothing to know here, girl. Give me your wrists. Come on. Both of them. Now.” He had a pair of black leather cuffs in his hands and began to fasten one around each of her outstretched wrists. He pulled and clicked both together and let go. Her arms and wrists fell to her naked lap.
    “Flip,” he growled. “Do it.” He nodded toward the flat black surface of the table she’d spent so many painful, yet very wet, hours on already. She nervously bit her lip and started to turn over. Her cuffed wrists made movement awkward and slow, and she struggled to arrange herself face down along the length of the table.
    What the hell is he doing? My ass? What about my pussy? I’m so fucking wet – Jesus, he’s got to let me come soon. I really can’t take much more of this.
    “No. This way,” Mark snapped. “I want you over the table – this way. Ass up. Come on Janna, move it!” A stinging slap landed hard on the cheeks of her plump ass, startling her. In the same instant, she felt two strong hands roughly grab her by the hips and drag her like a rag doll, positioning her over the shortest length of the table. She gasped, and he jerked her back toward him.
    “Here! Like this!” he rasped. “I want this ass on the edge of this table. Stop fucking around Janna.” The side of her face was against the leather, both arms dangling, bound, outward into the aisle. The narrow table was just big enough to support her torso and the way he had her prone over the width made her ass jut out from the table’s edge – just where he wanted it. He stopped yanking her around and smacked her ass hard again.
    “This ass is mine now, Janna. I’m gonna enjoy this. Have you been taken here before? I bet you have, but I’ll be nice and use some lube.” She was breathing hard, grunting at how rough he was being. His firm grip on both her hips almost hurt, and her ass still stung from the hard smacks. She felt her pussy get wet again – had it ever really stopped being wet? – and tingled in anticipation.
    She heard him spit.
    Oh God. He’s spitting … into the crack of my ass? Jesus, that’s the lube? That’s it?
    The wet saliva slipped down the cleft of her ass and he spit again, then smacked her ass hard several more times. She flinched and yelped.
    “ Ow! Shit! That really hurts!”
    Mark’s cock pressed against the warmed flesh of her butto cks and she writhed against it.
    “You want this cock, Janna? Do you? You want me to fuck your slutty little ass?” She felt a hand suddenly grab at her neck and pull hard. He had a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back, commanding her full attention. She stopped writhing, stopped breathing … and just waited.
    “Answer me!” he growled. “You want to be fucked in the ass or not?”
    His hand twisted her hair and her scalp burned, her face turned upward and felt hot as she gasped again for a breath, trying to answer.
    “Yessss … ” she moaned. “Yes, dammit … fuck me … fuck my ass.”
    He released his grip on her hair enough to allow her head to fall back to the