Chapter Eight
Gage
Her outfit is for me.
The strapless black top that leaves Jill’s entire chest, neck, and shoulders bared to the world, covered in hickeys and bite marks, is all for me. Yesterday I finally got to fuck her. Today, Jill stood in front of her mirror, saw my marks, and made a choice. She got dressed knowing that everyone who looked at her would see that she’d been marked.
By me.
Gratification—dark and insatiable—courses through me, making my cock stiffen. Whether she wore this outfit because of me or to spite me, I don’t give a shit. Either way, Jill woke up, looked in the mirror, and thought of me. It was the marks made by my mouth that forced a decision.
Even if it was just a few minutes, I occupied her mind, planting seeds of permanence. It won’t be long before I’ve invaded her subconscious so thoroughly there will be no chance of eradication.
And thinking about me deserves to be rewarded.
Those marks on her skin will fade and heal. I plan on replacing them as often as I can, but I’m going to give her something that won’t fade. Something more permanent. One day, very soon, she’ll wear my ring on her perfect finger and carry my last name as a symbol of our undying devotion.
Shifting back in my chair, I grip my hard dick through my jeans and watch the live video playing on my computer screen. Jill stands in the women’s dressing room, chatting with one of the other bartenders, Angelina.
Hiding cameras in the women’s dressing room, according to Messer, is sick and perverted. “Watching all those girls get undressed when they don’t know they’re being watched is messed up,” he says. But I don’t give a single fuck about those women. I’m not watching them, just her. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my eyes on Jill.
My eyes trace the way her full lips move while she talks, the supple curve of her cheeks when she smiles. The bruises caused by my mouth decorate her smooth, plump, tan skin, disappearing under her top—but I know they don’t stop there. Under the fabric are more marks made by my teeth, lips, and tongue. Her heavy round breasts, the dip of her fleshy waist, the delectable crease where the soft curve of her stomach meets her full, voluptuous hips. All marked by me.
The memory of how she tastes, how her tender flesh felt between my teeth, has my grip tightening painfully on my boner. I unbutton my pants and pull down my boxers to let my erection spring free just as Angelina walks out of the dressing room.
Now it’s just us—just me and my Jill.
Jill opens her locker, making me grip myself again in anticipation. I squeeze the head of my cock when she pauses, and I know she sees it. She reaches into the locker and pulls out the long black velvet box with the card. She looks around as if whoever left that gift for her might still be lurking somewhere in the room.
As if I might be watching.
Her eyes scan the room, unwittingly making eye contact with my hidden camera. For a short, glorious moment, she looks right at me. Those gorgeous green eyes of hers gazing into mine like she can see me. I groan, giving my cock a few rough pumps as the lust whips through me.
When she turns back to look at the card, I swear I can read her lips as she reads it to herself.
Wear this until my hand can take its place.
xoxo, Gage
I didn’t have to sign the card for her to know who it’s from, but I did anyway.
When Jill lifts the lid and sees the diamond choker necklace sitting inside, her eyes widen slightly, and I can’t help but smile. Her fingers run over the sparkling gems like she can’t believe they’re real. There’s a small moment of hesitation and I know she’s considering her options.
Does she put on the necklace and give me what I want? Or refuse the gift because I’m the one who gave it to her? The idea of either outcome has me stroking myself, the desire too much to resist. Either way, I have her mind, right now in this moment. She has to make a decision.
A decision about me.
I can see the moment she mentally says ‘fuck it’ with a shrug and the purse of her lips as she pulls the jewelry out of the box. Watching her clasp the necklace around her throat has my adrenaline spiking.
Stroking my cock faster and harder, Jill turns back towards the camera with my diamonds sparkling around her neck. She looks so damn pretty it hurts.
Will she wear it for me the next time I fuck her? I imagine what it will be like to feel those diamonds when my hand is wrapped around her throat again. How those gorgeous green eyes will gaze up at me, glittering like jewels that put those diamonds to shame, as I destroy her perfect pussy with my cock. Breasts bouncing, thick thighs wrapped around me, and her juicy ass moving with every thrust. Her fuckable full lips parting on a loud moan as radiant ecstasy takes over her face.
Every muscle tenses sharply and I let out a heavy moan as my release barrels through me like a semi-truck, pleasure claiming my limbs and hot ropes of cum shooting out of my cock until I’m spent. With heavy-lidded eyes, I track the woman on the screen as I catch my breath.
I’m not a religious man, but watching Jill come is as close as I’ll ever get to heaven. She’s the salvation to my damnation, and I will worship at her altar in every lifetime.