Chapter 36 Dex - Past #2
Jonah eyed me with cautious curiosity, no doubt internally debating himself over whether he wanted to listen or continue to be a brat, before he did as I asked and rolled onto his stomach.
I switched on the lamp, using the light to give his back a careful check for any injuries I might have missed while we were in the bathroom, but he was as perfect as ever.
“Hurry up,” he demanded when long moments passed with me just standing there taking him in, admiring the toned muscle in his back, the firm curve of his ass. Mine. Forever. Always. I let my hand come down on the perfect milky surface, the slap making him jump.
“If you keep mouthing off, I’ll gag you,” I warned, and he groaned, rutting against the bedding to get some friction on his hard cock.
“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 crisp thwack every 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 to mark you. 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, waiting for 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.
I gave him a few fast, hard thrusts before stilling, buried deep inside.
“Stay still, or you’ll make a mess,” I told him, and Jonah whimpered. I reached for the supplies next to him, filling the small plastic pot with ink and balancing it precariously in the dip of his spine. “If you make it spill, I won’t let you come.”
“Fuck you. Hurry up and do it so you can fuck me properly.”
“I think I’ll take longer now just for that.”
Jonah whined, his hips shifting slightly, the pot of ink shaking without toppling over. “I’m serious, Rabbit. Stay still.”
Moving as little as possible inside him, I tore open the sterile packaging of the needles, clicking them into place on the tattoo pen. It buzzed to life, the low rattle of the machine echoing in the form of a shiver down Jonah’s spine.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
I pulled the skin taut over Jonah’s ass, waiting to make sure he was still before dipping the needles in the ink then bringing them down on his flushed skin. Jonah yelped, jolting as the needles punctured him. I pulled the pen away, tsking as black ink spilled over his spine from the pot.
“It’s not my fault,” he said defensively. “I didn’t know what to expect! That doesn’t count!”
I switched the machine off, picking up the inkpot that had rolled onto the bed and placing it back on his spine to refill.
“It doesn’t count,” Jonah said again when I didn’t answer.
“We’ll see. If it happens again, it definitely counts, but if you stay still, maybe I can overlook it.”
“Okay,” he said with a heavy exhale, bracing himself as I switched the pen on again.
This time when I brought it down on his skin, he twitched and clenched around my cock, but he didn’t spill the ink.
D
Jonah whimpered and tightened around me, testing my resolve as I lifted the pen from his skin.
E
He was shivering, his ass tightening up so much around me that I couldn’t help but groan. I picked up the inkpot, taking a moment to give him a couple of thrusts, causing him to moan in relief, before I placed it back down. “Almost done, baby. You’re doing good.”
I was briefly tempted to drag this out, to put DEVIL on him instead of DEX, but I needed it to be my name there so there’d be no doubt who he belonged to. Not that I ever planned to let anyone else see it.
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The name wasn’t my finest handwriting, but it was readable. Big letters over his left ass cheek.
I switched the pen off, wiping away the excess ink as Jonah continued to whimper and shiver, still trying so hard not to spill the pot. Perhaps it was cruel to leave that bit to last, but the way he twitched and clenched around my cock was addictive.
The moment I lifted it safely off him, he was pushing back against me, rocking back and forth, trying to fuck himself on my dick.
“So impatient,” I groaned, dropping the supplies on the bed, not caring about the mess as I gripped his hips and used the hold to fuck him properly.
Jonah moaned, loud and needy, as I pounded into him, my hold on him firm enough to bruise.
If he wanted me that badly, then I wouldn’t hold anything back.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. This ass that’s all mine—mnn—now you have the ink to prove it. Forever.”
Jonah was beyond words, his response coming as moans, the sound of them joining the slick rapid slapping of skin against skin. Faster, faster, faster. He screamed as he came, his cum mixing with the ink on the covers of my bed.
It only took a few more thrusts before I was coming too, marking him on the inside with my cum while I stroked a thumb over the other more permanent mark on his skin.
I pulled out, spreading him open to watch as it seeped out of his twitching hole. The sight of it next to my name was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted this moment branded into my mind as clearly as possible.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
Jonah panted. “Kiss me. Then clean me up.”
“Of course, baby,” I chuckled, rolling him over to steal his lips hungrily.
“And you’re sleeping inside me,” he mumbled against my lips.
“Of course, baby.”