Page 85 of Make You Mine

Fucking perfect. Just how I need her to be. Unresponsive and compliant.

She’s so peaceful when she sleeps.

And I had such high hopes for tonight, watching her prepare it all. Swooning over how she bought a cute notebook and a camera just for me. But she had to go and ruin it.

And I gave her the means to it. In part, it’s my own fault, too.

First, for being too busy planning our future. And second, for giving her that rose toy. If she didn’t have it, she wouldn’t have done this. She would have laid in bed frustrated, but she would have waited for me.

It’s okay. I’m fixing things. I’m setting up boundaries that cannot be clearer.

I flip Maddy so instead of being on her side, she’s lying on her back.

Next, I lift her gown to reveal she’s wearing a different set of panties than the ones she wore in her second sex tape. These are red and lacy. As if she knew I was coming despite her misbehaving, dressing up sexy for me. She’s a saint right now. A silent dreaming saint, with the body of an angel.

I press my fist into my mouth, holding back a groan as I pull down her gown and delight myself in her perky breasts with pink, pretty nipples pointing right at me.

I want to twist them and make her cry in pain, beg me for more. Then, kiss them and lick them to shower her with pleasure. It’s hard to hold back.

Slowly, but surely, I slide the gown further down, leaving it pooled at her feet.

I trail a finger along the side of her hips, moving to the inside of her thighs. I’d love to hear those angelic sounds more than anything right now. Coming apart under my touch.

I’m making her feel good. I know how to please her.

But that’s okay, because she doesn’t deserve me right now. She’s been bad. This is a mere punishment.

I tug at the band of her panties and pull them down, exposing her pretty, virgin cunt.

My mouth waters at the sight of it. I lick my lips.

Pocketing the panties, I decide to start with her tits and save the best for last.

I leave my immobile doll on the bed and approach the desk where I left my bag. Unzipping it, I pull out a tumbler of hot water and a small bottle of perfume.

Digging out the first DIY temporary tattoo I made, I open the tumbler and soak the piece of paper in the hot water for a few seconds.

With the tattoo soaked, I stroll toward my girl and press the sticky paper to one of her perfect tits, right above her nipple. Then, I grab the bottle of perfume and spray it over the paper to set it.

Seconds later, I peel it off her and voila.

New tattooed queen. My queen.

It’s a nice present, isn’t it? Much more romantic than those sex toys I bought first, thinking I’d give her pleasure that way. Showing her that she deserves to be satisfied.

Maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong. I mean, it didn’t take more than a fucking oatmeal for Madelyn to spread her legs open for her stepbrother.

I take my time and appreciate the sight in front of me, soaking her in, before continuing. Wishing I could do more than I’m doing—I could take her, have her, be inside her. Fall asleep by her, with my cock filling her.

But it’s okay. I’m a patient guy, and I can wait for my turn.

It was stolen from me once and no more. This is my last warning.

I’m marking what’s mine.

By the time I’m done with the tattoos, I’m speechless, hypnotized by the beauty of my creation.

The smirk won’t wipe off my face. I’m smiling so much it hurts.