She fed the beast

She leaned back against his chest, molding her body into his grasp. Arching her back, she slid her hand up her torso, snaking around until her fingers rested at the nape of his neck. Pulling, she scathed his scalp with her nails, grapping a handful of hair. A silent exhale before she yanked his head to the side. As a smirk played on her lips, she tilted her head to the opposite side, “Mark it” she demanded as her slender neck exposed the sweetest arch. Drunk with lust, his teeth took the flesh, branding her forever with the mark of the beast.

A.J. Luna

Pillowed Pet

I remember when he called me Kitten. His protective hand stroking down my spine. His touch was what I crave for more than the milk he places in the bowl. A treat for his pet, he leaves me purring and content. Set on a pillow in the corner, I watch as he brings in the newest toy to train. His hand leaves marks upon her flesh. I miss when his dissatisfaction was mine to wear with pride. Each whimper from her slowly becoming a purr, I know soon there will be another collar bought for his newest pet.

A.J. Luna