Page 69 of Devour

“You never stopped being mine.” I press my lips to her forehead. “It seems you need another reminder. I’m a generous king, so I can do that for you, baby.”

I go back over to the bed, grab the ball gag I’d set out, and drop down in front of her, leaving my hard dick hanging out.

“Open.”

Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth like she’s told. I fit the ball between her teeth, pulling the straps tight behind her head. She bites down on it and drool is already pooling at the corners of her lips. I do love to hear my girl beg, but I want her gagged for what I’m about to do to her.

I grab the tattoo gun and ink from the bed. Her body goes rigid when she hears the buzz of the machine in my hand. She tries to turn her head but the angle won’t let her see what I’m holding.

I walk behind her and drag my hand across her right ass cheek. Then I clean the area I want with an alcohol wipe.

“Hold still for me, baby. This is going to hurt.” I press the plug deeper, and she groans behind the gag. Her body arches. I hold it there while I bring the gun to her skin with my other hand. “You need to be reminded, and I want to see my name on your ass every time I fuck it. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

The needle hits her skin, and she screams into the gag. I twist the plug every so often, giving her pain and pleasure at the same time so she can’t separate the two. Her body doesn’t know whether to fight or grind, and I fucking love it.

I take my time to keep the lines clean. Each letter gets carved into her skin in black ink while she writhes and moans. My name will mark her ass for the rest of her fucking life.

She’s crying and her legs are trembling. Every time I twist the plug, she clenches and her whole body shakes. Her pussy is dripping down the inside of her thighs, and she hasn’t even been touched there yet.

I finish the last line and wipe the excess ink and blood away. My name stares back at me from her right cheek, red and swollen.

I set the gun down and press my mouth to the fresh ink. She jerks and screams behind the gag from how sensitive it is. I don’t care. I drag my tongue across each letter, tasting the copper and salt on her skin, while I pull the plug out slowly and push it back in.

“Fucking beautiful.”

I stand to my full height and grip both of her hips. I line my cock up with the opening of her pussy and push inside her, needing to fuck my heathen. She’s so wet that I bottom out, and my head falls back from how good she feels. She screams behind the gag, and her cunt clamps down. I grit my teeth and hold still for a second to keep from coming already.

“You feel that?” I pull back slowly and slam back in. “This is the cock that fucking owns you.”

She moans behind the gag, and her hands grip the chair legs. The plug is still in her ass. I can feel the pressure of it against my cock, and it makes her even tighter. I’m losing my fucking mind.

I fuck her hard enough to rock the chair. Each thrust pushes her stomach into the leather, and the friction on her fresh tattoo has her screaming with every stroke.

I reach forward and fist her hair, yanking her head back. “You’re going to come on my cock while my name bleeds into your skin.” I slam into her deeper. “And then I’m going to make sure this pussy is so full of my cum that it drips down your legs while you’re tied here and stretching this ass for me.”

Her whole body tightens. I feel it in her thighs, her cunt, her back arching under my grip. I press the base of the plug and twist it while I pound into her, and she breaks. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and she screams behind the gag as she comes.

I grip her hips and bury myself as deep as I can get. My cock pulses inside her, and my grip on her hip and hair is the only thing keeping me standing. I empty everything I have into her while she trembles beneath me.

I stay inside her, both of us breathing hard.

Mine. Every fucking inch of her is mine.

I pull out slowly and watch my cum slide out of her. She whimpers, but she doesn’t move. She can’t.

“That’s my girl.” I press my lips to her spine. “Don’t you ever fucking forget who you belong to.”

I tap the base of the plug and she jerks. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She makes a sound behind the gag that might be a protest, but I’m already walking into the bathroom with my phone and closing the door behind me.

I have two missed calls and six texts from my father, each one more demanding than the last. I lean against the counter and scroll through them while my girl is tied to a chair in the other room with my cum dripping out of her and my name tattooed on her ass.

It’s time to put an end to this shit. I pull up my dad’s number and press the button to call him.

He picks up on the first ring. “It’s about goddamn time, son.”

“Call it off.” I keep my voice low enough that Saylor can’t hear me through the door. “Whatever deal you made. Whatever you planned with Tracy. It’s not fucking happening.”