I should have hated myself for saying it, and I should have hated him more for not saying it back. But I couldn’t. It felt too good, too natural. It felt right.

Since the night I’d told him I loved him, King had been even stricter with me.

Everything I did was under his control. Every meal I had, every orgasm he let me have, every piece of clothing I wore.

And I loved it.

It was like I finally discovered what had been missing in my life. This… need to have someone so in control over me. It was so sexy. I would’ve submitted to everything he said, but I loved pushing him, too. If nothing else, just for those punishments he doled out with a stern hand. And I still hoped one day I’d misbehave so fucking badly he’d just finally fuck my ass.

The day hadn’t come yet, but I was pushing for it with everything I fucking had.

He’d started giving me tasks as his work took over most of his time.

Sometimes it was simple things, like making him his favorite dinner. I’d learned how to cook a little, though I still wasn’t great at it, but he seemed to enjoy my efforts.

Other times, he’d make me wait for him at the door on my knees. He’d give me a vague time of when he’d be home and I had to kneel in front of the door until he finally showed up, seething with anger and my pussy dripping on the floor. He’d laugh and stroke my hair and make me lick my own juices off the floor, and I lived for those moments. Anything to please him.

Other tasks included taking pictures for him. After our failed experiment, I’d gotten better at it, mostly because I wasn’t disobeying him as much.

Pictures, videos, sound clips, either sent to his phone while he was at work, or waiting for him when he got home to see what I’d been up to when he’d been gone.

Sometimes I misbehaved on purpose and sent them to his work phone, the one he checked all day long. And he punished me accordingly when he came home.

It was all worth it.

The last idea I had was one I’d come up with together with Maria.

The friendship that had bloomed between us was unlikely, but for some odd reason it seemed to work.

We talked almost every day, either on the phone or through texts. She even video called me a few times, and showed me around the set of her soap opera. Once, King made me talk to her on video while he was balls deep inside my pussy. He held the phone up for me so she wouldn’t see a thing but my face, and made me fucking sweat as she chatted about her day innocently.

He was so bad, and it felt so good.

Maria told me he’d punished her often, and it made me angry. He’d been really lenient with me, she said, but instead of that making me feel special, it just pissed me off. I wanted him to punish me. Hurt me. Show me how much I meant to him by disciplining me. But it seemed as if he’d been avoiding doing that on purpose.

“I have an idea,” she whispered to me over the phone the previous day.

King was at work, and I’d just finished his task of the day, the proof of my ruined panties waiting for a reply on his phone.

“What is it?” I asked her, taking a bite out of my apple. “It better be fucking good. I’m getting desperate here.”

“How about…” Her voice was devious and I liked it. “You do something you know he would hate.”

“Like what?” I asked her.

“I don’t know!” I could almost see her rolling her eyes. “You know him better than I do, Sapphire.”

That made me smile really wide, and I stared at my apple before taking another bite.

“He hates my scars,” I said softly. “I mean… I think he likes them, but he hates that they’re there.”

“So, he hates marks on your body,” she said.

“I guess.”

“Well, maybe you could get a piercing,” she giggled. “Get your nipple pierced or something. I bet that would drive him insane.”

“You’re crazy,” I told her. “He would kill me.”

“How about a tattoo then?” she suggested.

I thought of her angel tattoo. The image of King fucking her while I stared at it helplessly, that fucking tattoo forever ingrained in my memory. For some reason, it didn’t even upset me anymore. In fact, it made me a little wet.

I ignored the sensation and finished off my apple.

“I’m really scared of needles,” I admitted.

“Pussy,” she laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “Well… what then?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe I could fake getting one.”

“How?” She sounded doubtful.

“You drew the design for yours, right?” I asked her.

I could tell she was getting excited.

“Yeah.”

“Can you come over now?”

It felt kind of awkward to have her over at the apartment after everything that had happened, but I couldn’t help it. It made me giggle with excitement.

“You’re so bad,” she laughed. “I’m on my way.”

I couldn’t help grinning, not even when she rang the doorbell twenty minutes later. She looked even giddier than me when she sat down on the couch and told me to take my clothes off.

It didn’t even feel awkward, but when I felt her eyes on me, it was a little weird. I never thought she liked girls that much, but the way she stared at me made me twitch a little.

She took out some ink pens from her bag and gave me a devilish grin.

“They don’t smudge that much,” she explained, and I nodded. My heart was pounding.

She made me walk up to her, standing in front of the couch. She took out her pens and went to work on my skin. I held my hands over my nipples, her pen tickling my sensitive skin.

“What are you gonna draw?” I asked her.

“Something pretty,” she grinned. “Something that’s gonna make him go fucking crazy.”

The drawing took over an hour, and she wouldn’t let me look down until she was finished. By that point, my legs were cramping up and I was fidgeting on the spot.

“Okay, you can look,” she said with a big smile, and I ran over to the mirror in the hallway. When I saw what she had done, I gasped.

“He’s going to kill me,” I giggled.

“Oh well,” Maria shrugged, putting her stuff back in her bag. “Been nice knowing you, you had to go sometime.”

“Bitch,” I giggled.

She stood up and took my phone, and I covered my nipples again, sticking my tongue out at the camera. She snapped a picture and grinned as she looked at the screen.

“Sent,” she exclaimed with a big smile and I giggled nervously.

She kissed my cheek on her way out, and her hand lingered on my hip. I forgot I was naked down to my waist, and only wearing a thong underneath, and her touch made me feel all kinds of weird. Her eyes lingered on mine before she winked, blew me a kiss, and told me to have fun. I closed the door behind her.

It only took a few seconds after she left for my phone to start going off.

Calls, texts, messages. King was fucking pissed. All I could do was laugh.

I admired Maria’s handiwork in the mirror one more time.

Intricate patterns decorated my body, starting at my collarbone and going down between my tits and around my waist. They looked like pretty chains, and my nipples stood out from the black design like sharp pink points.

I almost felt him coming home, but even if I hadn’t, I would’ve been alerted to his presence when he nearly tore down the front door.

I turned around, only wearing a little thong, my full body on display. His mouth gaped.

“What. The fuck. Have you done?” he growled, and I giggled as he came at me.

He grabbed me by the throat and turned me to the side, looking at the drawing on my body.

“You fucking didn’t,” he growled. “You didn’t get a tattoo.”

“You don’t like it?” I pouted. “I got it just for you.”

“You fucking…” His eyes were all pupils as he pulled his cock out from his pants and stroked it, almost violently. “You fucking little slut.”

He held me at arm’s length by my throat and I giggled as his eyes drank in the whole design hungrily.

“I think it’s pretty,” I told him innocently, and he growled.

“You’ll pay for this,” he told me, his hand going crazy against his cock.

“Doubt it,” I said. “You never punish me, anyway.”

“That’s about to change,” he told me, and pushed me to my knees. “Present your tits to your fucking master, Pet.”

My hands shook as I cupped my tits and pushed them up and he groaned.

“You fucking ruined your pretty skin,” he said. “So I’m going to ruin you now.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

He cursed out loud, his hand working his cock faster than ever.

“You don’t get to taste it,” he told me. “Not now, not even for fucking weeks.”

“Not fair,” I mewled. I got upset at that, it wasn’t good.

“Shut the fuck up,” he groaned, holding my throat so tightly I could barely draw a breath. “Put your hands behind your back and push your tits out for me.”

I did it, my legs quivering under me. The friction of that thong against my pussy almost making me come.

“Look at me,” he barked, and I did.

He looked so angry. So pissed, and so turned on, it made me giggle. I thought I’d get a slap for that, but he just kept fisting his cock, so hard now I could hear how close he was.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” he said in a pained voice, and I fluttered my lashes.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I said, and he let go of his cock suddenly, his hands rushing against me, pulling on my hair and making me look up at him. He didn’t even need to guide his dick to my chest, he was so hard. He came all over my tits without even touching himself and I stared at him, loving the feel of his warm cum on my skin.

He grunted and his hand went down to my torso, slapping my tits so hard I yelped, smearing his cum all over my chest.

“What the fuck?” he said, and I forced myself to look away from him, feeling almost delirious. I looked down and saw the design, all smudged from his cum, his thumb circling the drawings frantically and smearing ink all over my sticky skin. “What the fucking hell, Pet?”

“Surprise,” I giggled.

“You…” He kneeled down next to me, one hand pulling my head back so far I gagged, and the other spooning his cum into my mouth.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he told me, his fingers shaking as I sucked them clean. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

“Something fun,” I whispered. “And terrible.”

He groaned and kissed me, not caring that I had his cum in my mouth. He kissed me differently this time, sweeter. Until he bit down on my bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth, making me cry out loud.

“Now I really have to punish you,” he said against my lips.

“I can’t wait,” I said, feeling the last of his cum running down my throat. “Make it good.”

“I don’t think so,” he grinned. “You’d like that too much, my little whore. But I have the perfect task in mind for you…”