Page 100 of My Revenant
“You like that idea, Rabbit?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I would gag him. Maybe later I’d make him come in his underwear and then I’d shove them into his mouth and make him taste himself. My cock twitched, approving of the idea. Later.
My hand smoothed over the red mark from where I’d spanked him. It wasn’t enough. I pulled his hips up, guiding him to his knees, and Jonah quickly moved to get into position, feet hanging off the bed, angled apart so there was room for me behind him, his ass at the perfect height for me to fuck him.
I spanked him again, harder, and Jonah let out another startled moan. He pushed back toward me, seeking more. I alternated sides, a crispthwackevery time my palm connected with firm skin,until his ass was red, and still he twitched and shifted toward me for more.
“I want to mark you,” I told him, a twisted thought resurfacing, one I’d had every time I’d marked him before, and every time they had faded.
“So mark me.”
“I mean, I want tomarkyou. Something that won’t fade. Something permanent.”
Jonah was quiet for a moment before looking over his shoulder at me. “You mean like… a scar?”
A smile pulled at my lips. “No, Rabbit, like a tattoo.”
“A tattoo… where?”
“Right here,” I said, smoothing my thumb over the pink skin of his ass cheek. “Put my name on what’s mine.”
“You want to put your name on my ass?”
“Mine. Belongs to me and only me.”
Jonah groaned, his head falling forward for a moment before he angled his hips toward me again. “Alright.”
“I’m serious, Rabbit.”
“So am I. Do it.”
“I’ll do it right now, Jonah. I’m not playing around.”
“So do it. Mark me, Devil.”
I wasn’t sure if he was actually on board with this idea, or if he still didn’t believe I’d do it. With one more firm spank for good measure, I stepped away from him.
After I’d bought my tattooing supplies, Bull had reluctantly shown me the basics, but I was a shit artist and after a few attempts at doing my own ink, I’d left the rest of them to him. It wouldn’t take much skill to just write my name, though. As long as it was legible, I’d be satisfied.
I got what I needed from the bottom drawer of my dresser, bringing it over and chucking it on the bed next to Jonah, waitingfor him to see it and protest, but he simply looked at it and remained in position. So perfectly presented for me.
Next, I took the lube from the nightstand, slicking up my fingers with it.
“Mnn… I thought you were going to mark me?” Jonah’s voice was low and needy as my fingers circled his rim, teasing him before I pressed one slowly inside.
“I am.”
“After you fuck me?”
“While I fuck you.”
He moaned again, pressing back against my hand.
Jonah’s body welcomed me as I opened him up, just enough to take me, until he was soft and pliant and moaning into my bedding. I slicked up my cock, wiping the excess lube off on the sheet, then I was pressing inside him.
