Story 2

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She ran a hand over the foggy mirror creating a track of clarity. She looked at herself in the mirror; the last night happenings etched on her fair skin. She ran her fingers over the hickey on her neck. Thankfully, he had been careful about the placement. She'd have to wear a turtle-neck to office to conceal it.

She stepped out of the bathroom and tiptoed towards the wardrobe. He was still sleeping, sprawled in bed like a starfish; his naked limbs protruding out of the comforter. 

She was aching all over; all she wanted to do was climb into bed again and lie next to him, resting her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Listening to his heartbeat, her head moving in rhythm with the breathing movements of his chest made her feel alive. Her life seemed meaningless before he came into it. She was proud to belong to him. The only reason she had allowed him to give her the hickey. He'd told her he loved her and wanted to mark her with his love. It sounded so romantic.

He stirred in bed and she looked away quickly to avoid being embarrassed for staring at him. If he opened his eyes and their eyes met, she knew it would be difficult for her to get out of the room.

She opened the wardrobe and searched for a turtle-neck, she found one and put it on. She put on her jeans and when she turned around she saw that he was awake and staring at her. He had perhaps seen her getting dressed. He smiled, got out of the bed and put on his jeans. Standing behind her, he tugged at the turtle-neck to see the mark he had left on her. Satisfied, he kissed it.

"Are you ashamed of me?" he asked and she looked at him surprised.
"What? No, of course not." she replied
"Then why are you wearing a turtle-neck?" he asked
"You seriously want me to show off the hickey you gave me?" she asked surprised. 
"Yes, why not?" he asked in a husky voice.
She smiled. "That would be awkward." she said without realizing what it would mean to him.
He looked at her, fury beginning to dance in his eyes.
"So, you ARE ashamed of me." he said in an angry tone and pushed her towards the bed.
"I did not mean it that way." she pleaded but it in vain.

He pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Holding both her hands he kissed her jaw-line and then bit her.
She screamed in shock. He bit her again and then again. He licked the bite and kissed it and then he bit her on the cheek, leaving behind the teeth-marks that soon turned rosy. 

She tried to free herself from his grip but he was stronger. When he removed his hands to undo the buttons of his jeans she noticed that he had left impression of his grip on her wrists. She tried to get up but he slapped her hard across the face, leaving the imprint of his palm on the cheek. 

He pulled at the hem of the top she was wearing and exposed her belly and bit her near the navel. She screamed. Hot tears rolled down the side of her eyes. She was scared. He unzipped her jeans, yanked them away and claimed her.
Satiated, he dismounted and observed his artwork. 
"You look beautiful" he said, pride evident in his voice.
He bent over and kissed her full on the mouth.

"You belong to me" he said and walked out of the bedroom. She began to shiver as the meaning of the words dawned upon her.