Page 57 of Not Another Dark Romance

“Another time, somewhere more private,” he promises, and I smile to myself as he leads us home.

The walk is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Zane’s probably racking his brain for punishments, and I can’t wait to see what he does. The anticipation is killing me.

“Your heart is racing,” I whisper against his ear. “Are you that excited to punish me, Master?”

Zane nearly growls at my question as he continues to carry me home. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use, Pet. But I am going to enjoy reminding you of your place so you never scare me like that again.”

My dick twitches against his back, and I’m sure he can feel it. He chuckles darkly as he approaches his house. Zane doesn’t put me down as he opens the front door, walks inside, and kicks it shut behind us.

“Bedroom. Now,” he commands, and I scramble off his back and run up the stairs.

I’m already stripping out of my clothes before I even reach the room, dropping them on the floor to lead Zane straight to me. By the time I’m completely naked and standing in the center of the room, he walks in.

“Hands and knees.” I immediately comply, dropping to the floor. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I feel the slickness of precum already leaking from my tip.

Zane walks over to the desk in his room and pulls out… a permanent marker? I think.

“Since you like running away so much, maybe this will remind you of your place,” he explains, kneeling beside me. He starts writing on my back, and I feel the pressure of the marker against my skin just above my ass. “There,” he mutters, stepping back to admire his work. “Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to if you try to run again.”

My dick is so hard it hurts, and I’m desperate for relief, but I don’t dare touch myself right now.

“Want to see?” he asks.

“Please.”

He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of me, holding it up in front of my face so I can take it in. I’m on all fours, in a tabletop position. He took the photo from behind instead of straight on, so my ass is the first thing I see, sticking out, waiting for him. “PROPERTY OF ZANE” is written in big, black, permanent letters across my lower back.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot.”

“You think it’s hot that I own you?” he taunts. “That your freedom and your life are in my hands?”

“Yes, Master.” I nod.

“You’re pathetic, Pet.”

He’s not wrong, and the insult only turns me on even more. Zane smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that both terrifies and excites me. “Crawl to the bed and get on all fours. Don’t make a sound unless I tell you to.”

I crawl across the room, my muscles protesting the movement as I climb onto the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. I can feel the cool air on my exposed skin, and I know he’s looking at the words he wrote on me.

“Now, count them out loud,” he instructs, and I’m not entirely sure what he means until the first slap of his hand against my ass makes me jump. “One!” I cry out, my voice already shaky. He hits me again, harder this time. “Two!”

By the time he reaches ten, my ass is on fire, and I’m leaking all over the sheets like the desperate whore I am.

“Please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. “Please, touch me.”

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson for scaring me half to death, Pet? Are you going to run away again?”

“No,” I gasp. “Never, I promise.”

“Not unless it’s me giving you the command, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How about another picture of my property, now that you’re decorated with my name and my handprint,” he muses, and I nod, unsure if he’s actually asking permission or not. “I like you like this, Pet. We’ll see how you behave after tonight, but maybe you need a more permanent reminder.”

I certainly wouldn’t argue.

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