"I told you I get marked easily," he said. He glanced at his shoulder, "That's not very bad though."
"Well, I wasn't trying to leave a mark."
"You should have tried harder."
"Oh really," I said, pleasantly surprised. Or maybe I wasn't all that surprised. Despite his lack of D/s experience, he'd been giving me intermittent subby vibes since we'd met.
"Yeah," he responded with a sigh.
"I could do it again." It was a question, really. It was as close to asking permission as I could get in Domme-mode. And he'd definitely activated my Domme-mode with this line of discussion.
And I did.
"It's already fading," he said.
"I can fix that."
"I bet that you can."
"Oh I know that I can."
"It will hurt," I said, again asking permission without asking.
He moaned in the way that already drove me crazy even though we'd only been seeing each other an impossibly short time. "I know."
I pulled back the neck of his shirt again and kissed the bruised spot gently. "You have to ask for it," I whispered against his skin.
"Please hurt me," he whispered.
And then I did.
"It's still stinging," he said a few minutes later.
"Good," I said. My inner sadist was happy.
"I usually hate it when someone leaves a mark on me. I don't know, why but with you I kind of like it."
"I know why," I said. And then I kissed him hard.