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Claiming Marc

By: MsJess2U



Jenna was angrily shoving Marc's belongings into trash bags. Two full bags sat by the front door in the living room. He had never formally moved in with her, but somehow a ton of his belongs had migrated into her apartment. He burst through the door lugging the sacks of groceries she had sent him out for. A cheerful greeting froze on his lips as he spotted her jamming a pair of his cycling shoes into a half full bag.

"What's the matter?" he asked, instantly pinned by her frosty blue gaze.

"Cheating boyfriends have to go!" She snapped, hurling the bag across the room to land near the others. 

"Cheating boyfriends?" His face was a mix of fear and.... Guilt? He was trying his best to look innocent. "What are you talking about?"

They had met over a year ago through the local bicycle racing circuit. The attraction was instant.... She loved his engaging manner, and big brown eyes.... The short blond curls, handsome face, and firm physic didn't hurt either. He loved her enthusiasm, twinkling blue eyes, caring ways.... And lean cyclist body. He was on the Army cycling team, his job to race a bicycle. She was sponsored by a big national cycling team, but worked at a local jewelry store for extra cash in the off season. They had slept together twice before she found out he had a girlfriend. No, not just a girlfriend, a fiancé! It ended just that fast.... Fiancé. But he still sought her out on the training rides, asking for her guidance and advice. She had been racing longer than he had.... In that way he kept the friendship going until he broke up with Kate.... the fiancé . Then he pursued Jenna, hard core.... promising loyalty. No more cheating, no more flirting with other women..... She knew better. In the back of her mind, she knew better, but she just couldn't resist him....his charm, his sweetness, their budding friendship.... And his oh so hot body!!

Even now, in her rage, she knew she would do it all again.... Just for the few months they had, but it was over. She would not tolerate cheating. Marc crossed the living room carefully, and sat the groceries down on the kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, she watched his progress, saw him stalling for time, trying to figure out what she knew. She didn't keep him in suspense for too long. Purposefully she strode into the kitchen and grabbed him by the front of his jeans, yanking him to the side. She shoved her hand into his back pockets, one after the other. "Where is it?" she demanded, hands back on her hips.

"What?" he asked, guilty look in his eye, but voice neutral.

"Brandy's phone number."

"Brandy who?....." He glanced away from her and downward. 

"Where do you keep all these girls' phone numbers?" She spat out.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, defensive.

"I am talking about a pretty blond, bumped into you in the produce section? She gave you her number. You put it in your back pocket, and you said maybe you could meet for drinks sometime...."

"Were you spying on me?" He demanded, but it came out sounding slightly unsure.

"No, dummy.... She works with me at the Jewelry store. I set you up! You've been asking to move in here with me.... I had to know if I could trust you. Guess I got my answer...." Her rage had faded, replaced with sadness. "Pack up the rest of your shit and get out." 

"Jenna, Please..." Marc begged, as she turned and walked away. "I wasn't going to call her, I swear! It was just some harmless flirting...."

"Whatever you say, Marc" Jenna replied, flatly. "Just leave."

"Isn't there something I can do to make it up to you? Something I can do to show you?" She hated the despairing sound in his voice. "I know I fucked up..... But really, I wasn't going to call her, I swear! You have to believe me!"

"But I don't" She said, keeping her voice hard.

Marc sat down on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. Slowly his shoulders started to hitch with soundless sobs. 

"I love hanging out with you...." He sobbed. "I don't want to lose you..."

Crying?!! Jenna was incredulous. She had thought he would pack his bags and leave. They had fun together, sure. Marc was always talking to her about something, sharing ideas and thoughts. They went on training rides, and cooked meals together. There were times it felt like they were best friends, as well as lovers... And the sex was truly amazing! But crying? She stared at his bent head in disbelief; she was sure it was one of his many ploys to get his way. Suddenly she made a decision.

"OK, we'll give it one more try," she said firmly, "on one condition..."

Marc raised his head, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked at her hopefully. 

"You will be punished for flirting with Brandy... and anytime I deem necessary." She said, with a glint in her eye.

"Punished how?" He looked nervously into her eyes.

"Today you will get a spanking... a paddling actually, for your behavior." She watched for his reaction. She had always wanted to spank a man, but had never taken it beyond the realm of fantasy. She was shocked at how excited she felt by this idea. He had just flirted with her co-worker, took her number! She should be sending him packing... But if he said 'yes'.... He looked away from her, deep in thought, for a very long moment. She was sure he would say no, and that would be alright. It would be over.

"Okay" he said, dropping his head. It was such a soft murmur she was not sure she had heard him correctly.

"Did you just say yes?" She asked in wonder. He nodded silently. Her head spun for a moment.... He had said yes... Her resolve stiffened.

"Then say it out loud. Tell me what you will let me do." She said sternly.

"You can spank me for flirting" he said hesitantly, looking back up into her eyes. He looked scared and... was that excitement she saw? His cheeks flushed and he looked back down.

"Stand up" She commanded. He stood, revealing a growing bulge in the front of his jeans.

"This is not just some sex game" she growled at him. "It is punishment." 

He blushed a brighter red, nodding mutely.

"Get into the bedroom, take off your clothes, and face the far wall" She ordered. Their eyes met again for a moment, and then he hastened to comply. 

She spent the next few minutes putting away the groceries and putting together a plan. She did not have a paddle in the apartment, but she did have a wooden bath brush. That would have to do. When she was sure he had enough time to complete her orders, she strolled into the bedroom. The sight of him made her catch her breath, and smile involuntarily. He was standing there, completely naked as ordered, facing the far wall. Hands clasped together in the small of his back, feet shoulders' width apart, with head and shoulders squared... He looked like a soldier at the position of 'parade rest'. Well yes, that's right, she remembered, he was in the military. Broad shoulders, narrowed waist, and a muscular ass created a mouthwatering vision. "Hands interlaced behind your head" she ordered. He quickly obeyed. A thrill rushed through her. "Stay there!" 

"Yes, Ma'am" he replied. Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought. Why hadn't they done this sooner? 

Ten minutes later she had retrieved the bath brush, and he was still maintaining his position, though shifting from foot to foot occasionally. He instantly stilled when he heard her come in the room.

"Marc" she snapped, breaking the silence, "Come over here, now." 

She was standing by the bed. Startling a little at the sound of her voice, he dropped his arms, and moved quickly to her side. His cock, slightly softened from the long wait, now bobbed back to attention. She grasped it firmly, pulling him in a little closer. 

"Are you ready to be spanked" she asked, staring up into his big brown eyes.

"Yes Ma'am" His breathing quickened. She admired his bare chest, firm abs and muscled thighs. 

"This might not last long" she warned, giving his hard cock a last squeeze. "Lay down over the bed, feet on the floor!" 

She smacked his rear end smartly, as he turned away from her. The bath brush rested close by and he eyed it warily as he folded himself over the edge of the bed. 

"Hands out in front, and they better not come off the bed!" came her order. Again, he complied. 

"Why are you being punished?" she asked sharply.

"Because I flirted with that girl in the store", came his reply.

"And what is flirting?"

"Wrong?" came the hesitant response. Jenna chuckled to herself, but responded in a no nonsense tone.

"Yes it is wrong, Marc. But it is also a form of cheating, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ma'am" his head dropped to the bed. He was a natural at this submissive stuff, Jenna thought.

"Since you need to be punished" she decreed "I am going to start with a hand spanking to warm you up. Then I will use the bath brush for your paddling, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said softly, a sudden shiver running through him. She took a moment to admire the perfectly raised ass in front of her. A light red hand print marked his right cheek. She ran a finger nail lightly up the inside of his thigh. He shivered again. Oh what fun they could have, she thought, if they could get beyond his bad behavior.... If she could get him on the right track... and trust him.

The first smack of her hand made him jump slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and kept his position. She rested one hand in the small of his back. Then she began to rain down the spanks slowly, covering his ass in a circle, from the tops of his thighs to the crest of his buttocks. After she had created a nice pink glow, she began concentrating on each area. Three smacks on the lower left cheek, then three on the lower right. Initially, he had been still and quiet. Now he let out a hiss, and bunched the bedding up in his hands. She repeated this process over all the areas of his ass and upper thighs. His breathing was becoming ragged, his body twisting and jerking.

"Stay still, Marc" She commanded, pressing the non-spanking hand into his back.

"But it hurts" he pleaded raggedly.

"Um, yes, I am sure it is starting to hurt" she replied "but it is supposed to hurt. It is supposed to deter you from flirting with other women... and from even thinking about cheating on me!" 

With that statement, she began spanking him hard and fast, turning his ass a bright red. Panting and grunting, he fought desperately to stay down across the bed.

"Please" he pleaded, "I'm sorry!"

Ignoring his pleas, she continued to smack away at the firm ass in front of her. After several minutes, his pleas became more desperate, along with his mounting distress. He had a death grip on the comforter. Jenna decided he needed a short break. She did not know how much of this he could take. She stopped spanking and gently rubbed the small of his back.

"Marc, you are handling this punishment very well, so far. However, if this becomes more than you can handle, and you want it done, just say 'enough'. I will stop."

Marc was trying to catch his breath, savoring the respite, yet knowing that there was more to come.

"Will we be alright, if I say 'enough'?" he asked shakily.

"We will be done, if you say 'enough'." Jenna admitted. "You will finish packing your bags, and you will leave. If this was a game we were playing , then 'enough' would simply end the game. But you really fucked up today, and today wasn't the first day you asked a girl for her number, since you've been with me. You probably have hundreds of phone numbers stuffed somewhere in your jeep. I have no idea of how many girls you have called....Or even gotten together with. Makes me want to schedule a GYN appointment and get tested today!" She took an angry breath and then continued. "What you did today deserves a very hard paddling, hard enough to be fixed in your mind for a very long time!"

"I haven't called any of them!" he pleaded fervently, "I swear, I just...."

"Stop" she snapped, "I don't want to hear it. You have not given me any reason to take you at your word. Is it over? Have you had enough?"

"No... I want to stay. I will take whatever you give to me... but please not too hard!! I don't know how much more I can take!" He had turned his head up to see her over his shoulder, eyes pleading. She reached over and stroked his cheek. 

"I will take good care of you, Marc. And this really has not been very hard so far. I will do my best not to push you past your limit, OK? Do you trust me?" 

Marc nodded silently, holding her eyes, pleading. He had an idea about what was coming. And he wasn't excited about it right now. Please let her go easy, he prayed. His prayers probably were not going to be answered today!!

"Thirty strokes with the bath brush, and I want you to count them out loud!" she ordered. 

"Yes, Ma'am" He said a little too loudly. 

'He is thinking that thirty will not be too bad', she thought to herself.... Well, they would see about that.

SMACK! She swung the brush down hard, forming a dark red spot on the underside of his left cheek. 

"YYYOOOOWWW" he hollered, standing straight up. She was very grateful that she lived in a four-plex, with only one adjacent neighbor upstairs.... A neighbor who worked long hours and was not home right now! Marc reached back to grab at his assaulted ass. He stomped a foot. 

"Oh shit that hurt!!" He turned accusing eyes on her; they were watering from the burn.

"Enough?" she asked, facing him with a stony stare. He shook his head, breathing rapidly. Slowly he lowered himself back over the bed. "One" he counted.

"If you come back up off that bed again" Jenna said, "You will get five extra. Clear?"

He nodded, hands reaching to grab the comforter, readier now for what was coming. She laid out the next nine with him panting, grunting, and counting each one. After the 11th, he began begging again, promising to be good. Finally, as the fire ignited in his ass, he reached a hand back to protect his burning rear end. Jenna paused, grabbed the offending arm by the wrist, and pressed in up into his back. By stroke twenty, he was sobbing and apologizing profusely in between counting strokes. She stopped for a moment, to let him catch his breath. 

"You're doing good, baby" she said. She released his hand and stoked his back. "We're almost done." 

Once he had calmed down a little, she began swinging the brush again. He yelped, cried and counted his way through the remaining strokes. He had, at some point, collapsed on the bed, and was kicking his legs, writhing under her ministrations. He did not try to stand up again, however. Jenna marveled at the full grown man lying over her bed, taking his punishment from a woman half his size. There was no force here... only consent. He did not have to take this... He was taking this for her. A sobbed "thirty" ended his ordeal, and he slumped miserably on the bed. Jenna sat down on the bed beside him, leaning over to rub his back. He came to her quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her side. He slid off the bed and knelt on the floor so that he could hold onto her better. Her shirt was getting soaked from his wet face, but she did not care. Gently, she ran hands through his hair and down over his shoulders.

"That fucking hurt!" he said into her side.

"Um, yes, it was supposed to" she smiled softly. "Do you think you can behave for a while?"

"Heck yea, with incentive like that! I'm not even looking at another woman sideways!"

"Tell you what... Why don't you tell me next time you're tempted to start flirting with another woman." Jenna suggested.

"That would be crazy!" Marc murmured, still snuggled against her. "Why should I do that?"

"Well, if you tell me, before you flirt, the spanking will be much lighter. But, if I find out after the fact, it will be twice as bad as today.... Or simply over." Jenna reasoned.

Marc was quiet for a little while. "Will you let me move in with you?"

"Will you be true to me?" She responded, "and will you let me spank you when I see fit?"

There was a soft brush of his arousal against her leg, and he nodded mutely into her waist. "Marc?" She said in slight surprise, pulling his head up to meet her gaze. He was blushing deeply. 

"You want this?" she asked, incredulous.

"Well, maybe not as hard a spanking as today!" He gasped. "But, you being in charge is pretty hot! And yea, I'll stay true to you. I promise! Guess I was kind of like a kid in a candy shop, before.... With no one to stop me...." He looked away sheepishly. "But I think that you can definitely keep my hand out of the candy jar!" 

And somehow, this time, she believed him.

Claiming Marc Ch. 02



Please play safe at home. Make sure to use safe words and gestures... and that all parties are consenting.... Now enjoy some BDSM fantasy!



Marc had no question about when he had turned control over to his girlfriend... er, Mistress, now... That would be that first fateful spanking for cheating. He had agreed to that, mind you, albeit a bit coerced... Not that he hadn't deserved it.... And he had admitted to her that he liked her in charge... Well, let's just say that his traitorous dick had told her... But, now things might be out of control, he thought, rather ironically. He would laugh, accept that he was naked, tied spread eagle on the bed, red ball gag firmly strapped in place across his mouth. He tested the restraints again, and knew that he wasn't going anywhere until she let him up. Again his damn cock was slapping against his abdomen... and it had no idea what she had in mind for them! But as she walked into the room he lost it, body humming with excitement and adrenaline, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Jenna strutted in, in her new knee high black leather boots. Her ginger hair framed her pretty face and she smiled at him so sweetly. There was a gleeful sparkle in her blue eyes... almost wicked. She loved this game! A black leather corset dress laced up the front, pushing her breast up and outward. The dress ended mid-thigh, showing off a stretch of firm leg. She held a slapper crop over her shoulder, letting him drink her in with those big brown eyes... soon she knew he would be surfing that wave of pleasure and pain... and his focus would not be quite as sharp as it was right now. Now she had his undivided attention, and he had hers! She stood there at the foot of the bed, visually devouring him. Watching him writhe against the restraints, muscles flexing, mouth stretched around the ball gag... Ummm, delicious!! As their eyes locked, he silently pleaded with her to start already!! 

She had made him wait like that, strapped to the bed, for 10 or 15 long minutes. They had agreed on safe words and gestures before they started. It was something he played off, but she insisted on. She had tied him down while she was still dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. This was his first look at her in the new outfit. Lust was filling his eyes, and she grinned more broadly. 

"See something you like?" she asked, striking a pose with the crop, turning from side to side. 

"Uhhhmmmhhh" came his muffled reply, as he nodded furiously.

"I'll take that as a yes" she grinned again. "And I think this guy is voting yes, too". She lifted his stiff dick with the riding crop. He stiffened, bracing, as she toyed with his cock. Taking it in her hand, she brought the crop down in a light quick slap against the shaft. He groaned in pain, trying to bring his knees up, but his legs were tied down. His dick stiffened more, if that was possible. "Traitor!" he thought again. 

"He likes being spanked too, I see" Jenna said gleefully. Marc shook his head in a vigorous "No". 

"But he does, see?" She pointed out, slapping his shaft again. Marc ground his teeth against the gag as she smacked it several more times. The front of his cock was turning bright pink and rigid. He attempted to twist away from her assault.

"I'm afraid that he needs as much training as you do, dear.... I think he is a very bad boy, and has been doing too much thinking for you!.... Now, hold still, understand me?!!" Her tone had gone from sweet to very stern. Looking up from her work on his poor dick, she pinned him with her gaze. He forced himself to stay still. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. The pain and pleasure was intoxicating and frightening all at the same time. The riding crop slapped away at his cock several more times, and he did his best to remain still, though he clenched his abs with each smack. 

"Are you getting hot my new toy?" Jenna asked his dick. She did not appear to be addressing him, so Marc stayed quiet. Jenna reached for the bottle of lube...it was the warm tingly kind. Squirting some into her hand, she began stroking his cock. Marc shuddered at the contact. It felt so amazingly good, but the warming lube caused a burn against the spanked skin on his shaft. She stroked him until he was seconds from cumming. His balls tightened up in his sac. Precum oozed from the tip of his slit. Then she dropped his rock hard cock back to his abdomen. He threw his head back and groaned in frustration. 

"Look down here, lover" she commanded. "Right now!" When she had his attention, she dipped her finger in his precum. Staring up into his eyes, she brought the finger up to her mouth. "Oh yum!" she exclaimed... "This is such a treat. You have to try some!"

Marc had never tasted cum, and he was sure he did not want to. Leave that to the girls and gay boys, he thought.... But she had him pinned with her eyes. He started to shake his head "no", but she nodded "yes", eyes sparkling. Reaching up with the other hand, she unsnapped the ball gag, finally freeing his mouth... but now he almost wanted it back on, so he wouldn't have to taste the sticky substance on her finger tip. Holding his gaze, she brought the finger toward his mouth. He tried to turn away. 

"Marc! " Jenna growled, " you have been happy to have girls suck your dick for years... now you will know what they were tasting! Tongue out!" She snapped. He slowly stretched his tongue out of his mouth, as ordered. His lips were reddened and slightly puffy from the pressure of the ball gag. There was a faint red ring to the skin surrounding his mouth. Jenna savored the view of her boy, his slightly punished mouth, tongue so obediently held out. She shivered with lust, taking her time, as she stared at him. He blushed and looked away from her predatory gaze. His cock throbbed. 

"Besides..." She chuckled ominously, "this is only precum. We'll try real cum later". He blushed crimson, his breathing becoming heavy, tongue remaining out. Gently, Jenna wiped her fingertip over his tongue, saying "wait" before he closed his mouth. She reached back down and scooped up more of the clear honey from his abdomen. This time, there was a string of precum dangling from her finger, and she lowered it onto his tongue. 

"Look at me" she ordered again, finger resting on his tongue. When he complied, mouth still open, tongue extended, she smiled at him. Big brown eyes stared at her with naked vulnerability. 

"Now you will close your mouth, my sweet thing. And suck every drop off of my finger" She commanded gently. Eyes fixed on hers, he did as she bid. Sucking on her finger, he wrapped his tongue around it, and then lapped at her finger pad as she slowly slid it out of his mouth. He swallowed experimentally. When he didn't gag or vomit, she grinned at him. 

"Not bad, now, hum Lover?" He shook his head 'no' in a shy response to her question. It was such an odd contrast, to see her normally confident boyfriend looking so shy and vulnerable. Jenna felt a sudden rush of tenderness toward him. She crawled up the bed until they came face to face. Reaching behind his head she pulled his surprised mouth to hers, claiming him, yet again, with an urgent kiss. "Love you" she murmured into his mouth, "Fucking love you!" He returned her kiss with the same urgency, so relieved by the reassurance. They kissed for a long moment, each tasting the pre-cum on his tongue. Finally she broke it off with a sigh and a wink. 

"Would love to lie here just kissing you.... But a Mistress's work is never done!" She laughed. He grinned behind a groan, dick jumping. 

"Yes Ma'am", he managed, finally remembering his manners.

The crop was back in her hand, but now she was eyeing his nipples. If Marc's hands were not tied, he would have attempted to cover them. She loved to torture his nipples. He was not sure why, it was just one of her things. Truth be told, before her, no girl had ever messed with them....except to rub her hands lightly across them. Jenna was the first girl to tweak and twist them during sex, often bringing him over the edge to a much harder orgasm. That had been when their sex was still vanilla and kink was something he accidentally bumped into on a Porn site. Now his nipples were frequent subjects of her torture. This was both as scary and exciting as it was painful and erotic. His breath quickened as he did his best to peer down at them and then back up at her. What did she have in mind for them tonight? She had been talking about getting them pierced, something he would have never chosen to do on his own, but....

SMACK... the crop slapped down on his right nipple. "AHHHH" he cried out, the erotic pain burning through him. 

SMACK...the left nipple was struck. "Uuuhhhhh" he ground between his teeth. And it was on... sharp crisp slaps rained down on his nipples alternating sides, the pain building to a crescendo... and suddenly he was flying, floating on the pain, his cries with each smack becoming more guttural. Both nipples were becoming swollen and reddened, with a square of pink/red skin surrounding them. Then she stopped. He looked at her through glassy eyes, panting raggedly. Dazed, he watched her reach for the clamps. A whimper of fear and desire escaped him. His cock throbbed painfully. One by one, she pulled the swollen nubs up and closed a clamp around the base of each one. A metal chain swung between the clamps. It was strong enough to hold weights, if needed. He groaned in agony, arching his back up toward her. Soon the nipples would become numb, if the clamps were left there, untouched. He doubted she would let that happen.

"My God" she breathed, leaning back to look at him, "you are so fucking hot!" He rolled his head to the side to look at her with hooded eyes, high from the pain. His muscled body glistened with sweat and his short blond curls were damp. His lips were reddened and puffy still. 

"I am so fucking wet for you" she growled.

"Fuck me, please!" he implored, in a soft urgent tone.

"Not yet, baby" she grinned. "First you're going to taste me!" 

"Oh Yes, please Ma'am!" he murmured, nodding his head vigorously.

Marc watched silently, breath heavy, as Jenna slide the soft leather dress up and stripped off a pair of black thongs. Climbing up onto the bed, she straddled his abdomen. Wet pussy ground against his hard abds. She loosened the ties of the bodice, freeing her breast. Leaning forward, scrapping roughly against his clamped nipples, she lowered a breast toward his face. He winced and moaned, but quickly opened his mouth. He sucked gently on her nipple, rolling it softly against the roof of his mouth. One hand braced on the bed behind him, she used the other hand to pull his head closer against her breast. He had become an expert at tending to her breast, just the right amount of tenderness and friction. If she gripped harder on the back of his head, he knew to increase pressure. Much of this he had learned before their relationship had changed, but now it was even more finely tuned. She pulled the nipple from his mouth and gave him the other breast, throwing her head back in ecstasy, as he went to work. 

Once Jenna was satisfied with his attention to her nipples, she climbed above him, turning. Boots still on, she knelt with legs and thighs around his head, knees pressed into his shoulders. She lowered her wet dripping pussy onto his face. Automatically, he opened his mouth, tongue out, eager to taste her. Stretching her chest out across his chest, she ground against his clamped nipples some more. He gasped in ragged breaths as he lapped at her dripping lips and her swollen clit. His efforts were slightly jerky, as his focus was split between her wet cunt and the nipple torture. She pulled at the nipple clamp chain, and ground her cunt against his mouth. When she ground down on his face, he held his tongue rigid against her clit. He was learning so quickly. 

"In my pussy" she commanded. Immediately he plunged his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could reach. "Hold it!", and he froze, tongue buried in her. 

"Now in and out with each tug, you understand?" Unable to speak, he nodded, a faint whimper escaping. Slowly she began to tug against the chain, pulling against his swollen nipples. In and out he plunged his tongue, with each tug. As her arousal mounted, Jenna began to tug faster and harder against the chain. Marc kept pace with his tongue, but was whimpering, body shivering and tensing with each yank. 

"Against my clit!" she finally commanded, sitting up, her hands braced against his hips. She rocked greedily against his mouth and tongue, until she came in a shuddering convulsion against his face. For several long seconds she pressed down against him, riding the wave of her orgasm. Her pussy covered his mouth and nose. Suddenly, she felt him struggling under her, and she slide forward, allowing him a breath of air. He gulped hungrily at the air, then calmed. 

Momentarily sated, Jenna climbed off of him. Marc rested his head back against the bed, eyes closed. He was still trembling slightly from the nipple torture. His chin and cheeks were wet and chafed. Absently, he was licking and sucking his lips, tasting the remaining sweetness of her pussy juice. He had been a very good boy, she thought. He did deserve a reward, of that she was sure. Besides, she so wanted to feel that cock of his inside her. But first, it was time for the nipple clamps to come off. 

"Brace yourself, baby", she whispered in his ear. Heeding her warning, he opened his eyes, and looked down at her hand on his chest. One by one, she removed the clamps. As the blood rushed back to the purple tips, he let out a cry. Coming off always hurt more than going on, Jenna mused. He panted raggedly for a moment. 

"You are such a good boy", she whispered, nipping lightly at his ear lobe as she pulled away. He smiled and closed his eyes again, taking advantage of the moment of rest. 

When his breathing eased, she climbed back up on top of him. Hooking her boot clad feet over his thighs, Jenna settled in over Marc's hips. Feeling her wet pussy resting against his cock, Marc's eyes flew back open. 

"Holy shit!" he breathed. "We're going to fuck?" He looked up at her with elation. The pain from a moment before was forgotten. Again, she was struck by the change in the man below her. A week ago, while an eager lover, he took it for granted that they would fuck. Now he knew that that decision was up to her, and he did not take it for granted anymore! His dick pulsed rigidly against her pussy lips. 

"No, Cowboy," Jenna said with a smirk, "I am a going to fuck you! What's that saying?.... Save a horse, ride a cowboy?" She grinned down at him. With him still tied down, she straddled him, her hands braced against his muscular chest. Marc groaned with pleasure, "Oh yes please, Ma'am, I'll be your cowboy any day! You can ride me anytime you want!" He licked his lips again.

"So this is consensual?" Jenna asked with a chuckle. "Guess I won't need that cock-ring to keep you hard for my riding pleasure, after all..." He tried to chuckle too, but her words sprung that submissive cord in him and all he could do was fall silent, panting. He gave his head an almost imperceptible nod, and his dick throbbed painfully. He was sure he would cum as soon as she touched his cock. As if reading his mind, Jenna paused.

"What is the rule about cumming?" She asked him sternly. 

"Permission", he murmured groggily. "Please fuck me", he pleaded. Suddenly he felt her hands on his abused nipples, and she gave them a hard tweak. 

"AHHH", he cried.

"What is the rule about cumming?" She asked again, this time leaving her fingers wrapped around his nipples.

"Ask permission!!" he gasped... "I have to ask permission first!"

"Ummm, there's my boy", Jenna smiled at him, and then leaned down to crush his mouth in a passionate kiss. Reaching beneath her, she pulled his leaking cock to the edge of her slit. Inch by inch, she began to slide down his stiff pole. Groaning, he tried to thrust up with his hips, but she pressed down with her feet hooked over his thighs, fairly immobilizing him. 

"Stay still!" She ordered. Again he groaned in frustration. Setting an agonizingly slow pace, she began to ride him, gripping tightly on the upstroke. She used her feet against his thighs as leverage to ride his full length, stopping just before his cock could slip out. Closing her eyes, she savored the feel, twisting her hips in a slow circle to match the up and down motion. Slowly and steadily she worked the pace, ensuring his rigid mushroom head rubbed against her G-spot. On the down stroke, she ground her swollen clit against his low abdomen. Marc lay panting beneath her, his chest heaving. His body quivered in his efforts not to move. His cock was pulsing. Jenna's eyes opened, pupils dilated, and her pace began to quicken. 

"Permission to cum?" Marc gasped suddenly. Coming out of her trance, Jenna slide up to the very top of his dick, then froze.

"Already lover?" she asked, eyebrow raised. 

"But Jenna, you've had me on the edge for hours!" he pleaded. She just grinned wickedly and shook her head 'no'. He mutely nodded his understanding, breathing ragged. She paused for a long moment, until she felt his body relax beneath her. His dick remained hard. When she was sure he was not going to climax, she began her sweet torturous assault again. Slowly she worked the pace back up, until he was a trembling, groaning, panting mess beneath her. She was so wet now, that she made a slapping sound when her pace quickened. Her pussy was clinched around him continuously. Three more times he begged for release, three more times she denied him, stopping all movements until his body calmed down. He was nearly sobbing, in frustration. 

It was a few minutes after the forth denial. Yet again, she began to pick up the pace. She had been fucking him for what seemed like hours, but was closer to 30 minutes. She rubbed her nipples as she rode him and felt the climax coming on. 

"Are you ready to cum, lover boy?" she growled. She unhooked her feet, freeing his hips. He nodded vigorously, sucking in air. "Then get to working!" she ground out, as she began to pound down on his cock. Hips freed, he eagerly thrust up to meet her. They slapped together in frenzy. Reaching down, she roughly tweaked his nipples. Pain and pleasure combined in a system overload. He arched up into her and came with a guttural yell. She ground down onto him, pussy greedily clinching his cock, clit grinding against his skin.... Orgasm washed over her. Bodies, wet with sweat, pressed tightly together. They rode the climax, as wave after wave hit.

They stayed that way for a while, her wrapped around his tied down body, enjoying the little jolts of electricity that followed. Then, sleepily, she reached out and unsnapped his wrist and ankle cuffs from the restraints. Pulling the blankets up around them, she snuggled down against him. 

"Thank you, Mistress" he whispered contentedly, wrapping his arms around her. His wrists were still encased in the soft cuffs. It sent a shiver of pure satisfaction through her, seeing them still on him. It was.... Ownership. She smiled happily. 

"Ah, and thank you, my lover boy" she purred, pulling back to admire her sleepy man. "and to think, I almost threw you away..." 

"I am not that guy, anymore, Jenna" he said softly, growing serious. "That guy deserved to get tossed out... He was an asshole. I don't ever want to be him again. I just want to be your lover... To belong to you....and only you. Thank you for giving me a second chance." 

"Wow..." Jenna breathed, staring into his eyes. It was the longest self-revealing speech she had ever heard him make. His dick suddenly sprang back to life against her hip. He yanked the covers back and glared at it.

"You can stay out of this conversation" he growled. "You just keep getting us in trouble!" Jenna peered down at his stiffening cock, and then crumbled against his chest in laughter.




Claiming Marc Ch. 02



"But we wouldn't be having all this fun, if it wasn't for him!" She offered, grinning. Marc was trying to look serious, but his body began to shake with laughter, too. 

"So does that mean you're still going to take his opinion over mine, when it comes to torturing me?" He asked with mock anguish.

"Definitely!" She grinned.



Claiming Marc Ch. 03



Winter months were upon them. Snow blanketed the ground, and the days were short. But the nights... the nights were so long and hot! Marc hummed happily as he fixed dinner. Jenna was at work now, but due home shortly. It made her very happy when she came home to one of his homemade meals. He had been doing that a lot lately... finding ways to make her happy... Anything to please her. A sizzling warmth filled his middle, as he thought about it. His nipples throbbed in painful agreement. He reached up and brushed the sore tips, feeling the still foreign presences of the steel rings under his t-shirt.

Two days earlier they were driving home from the gym. She was driving his jeep, as usual.

"This afternoon we're going to Neons to get you pierced" She announced. He had just sat there for a moment, speechless. Neons was a tattoo and piercing parlor. 

"Jenna, I'm in the military, remember? I can't. It's against Regs." Marc had thought that would end it.

"I am well aware of who is paying your check" She answered blithely. "But you only go into your unit once a week, and you go in fully clothed, right? They will never see your nipples, dear. When was the last time you had to take off your shirt in front of your Commander?" She had a point. The Army would never know if he had a nipple piercing....

"But if they get infected... I could get an article 15... damage to government property..." He trailed off.

"Then we won't let them get infected... will we?" She asked, putting a hand firmly on his upper thigh as she drove. There was something about the way she set her hand there, the inflection of her voice, that made him go jittery inside. Or maybe it was the knowledge that he really had no choice. She owned him. His cock, of course, went ridged with excitement at that thought.... God, what was the matter with him? 

They went to Neons that afternoon... Him following behind her obediently... Waiting, flushed with embarrassment, while she discussed ring types with the young man at the front counter. Then, shaking a little, he had signed the consent... it was a joke really, because he didn't have a choice... but Neons didn't need to know that. They just needed to cover their ass with the consent form. Then his nipples were pierced by the thick metal rings. Jenna had the piercer pull the nipples out away from his chest, placing them deep into the tissue, right where the nipple met the areola. It left more nub in front of the ring, and less risk of tearing if they were pulled or tugged. And they were for sure going to get pulled and tugged! Jenna had even asked the guy about weights. He said to wait at least 3 months for that. It was such a matter-of-fact conversation that Marc had wanted to crawl under the chair. Instead he sat there silently, feeling so humiliated, with a ridiculous erection bulging in his jeans. 

That was two days ago, and his nipples ached like a bitch! Every time he moved his chest, the tissue around the rings pulled a little. He cleaned them regularly, and rotated the rings like the piercer had instructed... but they still hurt. Ah, but somehow, he liked the ache. That was the fucked up part! He kept reaching up to touch the tips of his nipples. It reminded him of Jenna. She loved them... bumping the heat up so he could go shirtless around the apartment. She couldn't play with them yet, but that didn't stop her from eyeing them hungrily. Thinking about it now, he stripped off his t-shirt as he went to set the table. She would be home any minute.

Jenna arrived to the warm bright apartment, fragrant aroma of food inviting her in. Music was coming from the kitchen, and Marc had not heard her. He was fixing a salad, and doing a little dance to the beat. Clad only in a pair of faded jeans, his muscled back flexed with the movement. Jenna watched him for a long minute, lust darkening her vision and forming a knot of desire in her belly. Feeling her gaze, he turned toward her, sexy smile on his lips. Ah, so fucking hot! Her handsome man! His lean hard chest with those silver rings through his nipples! She got wet at the sight of him. Hers! He leaned back against the counter letting her take a good long look. Such a flirt!

She dropped the bomb on him as they were finishing up dinner. They had just finalized plans for their work out in the morning and were relaxing at the table.

"Tonight I have a special plan for you, babe" she grinned, leaning over to brush a crumb off his lips. Her blue eyes locked onto his.

"Oh?" It came out in a breathy whisper, and goose bumps broke out over his skin. His nipples tightened painfully. Her 'special plans' were scary... and exciting. Part of him wanted to bolt for the door, but he stayed there, frozen, waiting. His cock pulsed to life. 

"Tonight you are going to give me your virginity." She stated, continuing to hold his gaze. She saw the flash of panic in his eyes.

"I lost that when I was fourteen, Jenna" He tried to joke, but his mouth was dry.

"You know what I am talking about" She admonished, chuckling softly.

"Jenna, I can't do that. Please can we not do that?" He implored.

"Marc, what are you afraid of, babe? It's going to be amazing, I promise you." Her eyes sparkled.

"For you it might be... But I'm not gay. I'm not into that." He frowned, but his cock was throbbing painfully. Fucking prick. He had to get that thing under control, he thought.

"Having me take you is not going to make you gay. It just means your mine." She reasoned calmly. 

"I'm already yours" he pleaded. "I just got pierced for you..."

"Yes, I know you did... and they are amazing, right? You look so fucking hot! And you can't keep your hands off of them." She pointed out. He didn't realize she had noticed him teasing at the tips, damn.... She sat back then, and waited, watching him struggle. He slouched in his seat, running a hand through his short curls. Then he sat forward and put his head in his hands. Jenna stood and carried their plates into the kitchen, giving him a moment to think. She rinsed the dishes and filled the dishwasher, then began cleaning up the few things Marc had left from dinner preparation. She was wiping down the counter when he came in, chewing on the edge of his thumbnail. He leaned against the counter, head downcast, waiting for her to finish. Hanging the cloth over the sink, she turned to him. He stepped slowly into her arms, their hug slightly awkward, as they tried not to crush his sore nipples. He held her for a minute, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Then he murmured a single word. "Ok." 

Jenna had purchased the strap-on over a week ago. It was a very good quality black leather harness. The sales lady had promised that it wouldn't slip around. She had selected an 8 inch black silicone dildo of medium width to go with it. She didn't want to kill him, the first time out, but she did want him to feel it. The dildo was shaped just like a cut cock, with a mushroom head and veiny ridges. Happily, she slipped into the snug harness, and fit the dildo into place. Black thigh high stockings with lace trim and black pumps went on next. Then she slipped on a lacey black bra. Lastly, she dug a new black leather paddle out of the bag. Best to warm her boy up first, she decided, and get him settled into a submissive state of mind.... Although, he was probably already there after their earlier conversation. He was in the bedroom now, waiting for her. Naked, facing the far wall, hands clasped behind his neck, legs shoulder's width apart... He was waiting.

Jenna came up behind him, admiring the luscious view of his tight ass and thighs. She reached up with both hands and squeezed his shoulder muscles, enjoying the feel. Then she ran her hands down his back and over his ass. It was like having her own private stripper, she thought. He stood very still, breathing deeply, as she stroked his body. Tucking the dildo up against her stomach, she pressed her body against his back, reaching around to run her hands down his smooth abs. He sucked in a sharp breath when the silicone cock pressed along the crevice of his ass cheeks. He sucked in a second breath when her hands found his cock and balls. She squeezed and stroked his throbbing cock. Then cupped and rolled his aching balls. Once she had his cock leaking and rigid she was ready to play.

"Over the chair, Marc." She ordered, stepping away. He turned away from the wall and started toward the chair, but stopped to stare at her.

"Wow, you look amazing, Ma'am!" He breathed... but then his eyes went wide as he took in the strap-on. "Oh shit..." Jenna chuckled and pointed to the chair. 

"Now!" She commanded. He hurried to the straight back chair at the foot of the bed. She had been spanking him over her knee in that chair for the past month. She knew he much preferred to be up against her skin, especially with her wearing the sexy black stockings... But she did not want him writhing around against those freshly pierced nips. 

"Bend over and grab the seat of the chair with your hands" She instructed. Once he had assumed the position, she picked up the new leather paddle.

WHACK, it made a very satisfying sound against his tight ass cheek. He flinched and hissed.

WHACK, it left a nice dark pink spot on the other white cheek and another hiss. 

She began laying down even steady strokes that had him shifting, flexing, and grunting. The paddle traveled from the tops of his firm globes down to the upper edge of his thighs. Then back again. It had a nice heft to it. She experimented with a snapping motion, then with a stronger follow through, watching for his reactions. He gasped, hissed a curse, then whimpered. Yes, she liked this paddle! Ten more hard swats, she decided. She made him count them out for her with a "Thank you, Ma'am" after each spank. He was panting raggedly and beginning to whimper when they finished... 

"Good job, babe" Jenna said, stroking his back and running a hand over his hot pink cheeks. She stepped away, and went to gather her supplies. Marc remained bent over the chair, reddened ass in the air.

"Come over here." Jenna called to him, from the side of the bed a few minutes later. He stood and went to her, heart pounding wildly in his chest. She was standing in those black pumps, hands on her hips and that obscene cock jutting out in front of her. 

"On your knees" she said, pointing to the carpet in front of her. Marc dropped to his knees, the dildo a foot from his face. 

"Suck it" Came her husky murmur. Marc felt an icy pit in his stomach, but his cock pulsed. He knew from her voice that she was getting very aroused. He wanted so badly to please her.... But if he did this... What if he liked it? What would that mean?

"Please no, Jenna.... Please no, Ma'am" He begged, looking up at her. His face was bright red with embarrassment. "Please don't make me do this..."

"You are doing this for me, Marc" she whispered. "Open your mouth." 

A whimpering noise escaped him, and he slowly opened his mouth. She reached down and gently pulled his head forward, pulling his mouth over the black cock. He closed his mouth around it and she began pumping her hips. Slowly she fucked his mouth, just teasing the head in and out, letting him get used to the feel of the pliant silicone. 

"Give me your hands" She said. He lifted his hands up toward her and she guided them to rest on her firm upper thighs, right at the lacey tops of the stockings. "Now work my cock." She commanded, her voice sterner. She had stilled all hip action and released the pressure on the back of his head. Another whimper, but his hands began to stroke her thighs, and hesitantly he began to bob his mouth up and down on her cock. Her hand returned to rest in his hair. He knew how he liked to have his dick sucked, so he began to apply the same treatment to her strap-on. Soon he was licking and sucking it with far more enthusiasm than he intended. Her stocking clad skin under his roaming hands felt so good, and his own cock was bouncing between his legs. He looked up into her lust filled eyes, and saw the growing excitement. A sense of wild abandon filled him, and he forgot to worry about how good this felt. Holding eye contact, he slowed his movements, and took her cock deeper. 

Watching Marc working over her strap-on had Jenna frothy with arousal. Her pussy and her inner thighs were slick. An almost painful burning desire gripped her core. Finally, she could not stand it any longer... She reached down with both hands to hold his head, and again began to fuck his mouth. This time she pushed deeper, using all of her control keep from pounding into the back of his throat. His chest heaving, he struggled to breathe through his nose. He started to gag as she pushed up against his tonsils.

"Deep breathe in when I fuck the back of your throat" She growled at him. She was sure he had offered some similar advice to a previous girlfriend... most assuredly more gently then she was giving it to him now. "And you have to relax" She added, this time with less growl. She knew he wouldn't be deep- throating her dildo tonight, but she wanted him to take as much as he could. She wanted to push him to the edge. He had that cloudy drugged look that he got when he hit sub space. All his focus now was on sucking down her cock without choking. Deep quick inhalations, as she shoved the fake dick deep into the back of his mouth. One hand still holding his head, she reached with the other hand down under the strap-on. Legs spread, leaning back in her heels, Jenna began rubbing her clit. It only took a few minutes, thrusting in and out of his mouth, and applying that steady friction between her legs.... Then she came, shoving in deep, and holding his head there. Her legs shook and her upper body went ridged. Panting raggedly, she stared down at him, as he stared back up into her eyes. He was holding very still, struggling to keep from choking on her silicone dick, but arousal darkened his eyes.

Jenna positioned Marc in the middle of the bed on his back. She wedged pillows up under him, lifting his ass up into the air. He moved and shifted as she directed, but coarse tremors raked his body. The arousal so apparent in his eyes from earlier was replaced by mounting fear. His dick was beginning to soften slightly. Jenna stopped everything, and moved up beside him. Leaning forward she kissed him gently on the lips, then pulled back to look him in the eye.

"I've got you, babe" she whispered. "You can do this." Marc nodded, letting out a sigh, his body visibly relaxing. She kissed him again, her hand reaching down to grasp his cock. Squeezing and messaging it, she drove her tongue into his mouth. He moaned happily, the tremors lessening, as she jacked him back to stiffness with her hand. Sitting back up, she brushed the tip of his right nipple with a thumb. He flinched, hissing, then smiled up at her.

"Ready now?" She asked. He nodded again. Moving back down between his legs, she slipped on a latex glove and lubed up a finger. Gently, she began messaging around his tight hole. His breath quickened. Her other hand reached up to slowly jack him again. The messaging finger worked outward, then back in. A firm pressure against his hole... and then she was in. Marc sucked in a breath at the invasion, looking surprised and relieved by the lack of pain. Her questing finger worked in a soft circle, until she found his sweet spot. 

"Ungh" He gasped, thrusting his hips forward.

"You like that?" She asked, eyebrow raised. He nodded vigorously, panting, as she gently messaged it. His cock was hard and leaking. Slowly Jenna worked in a second finger, making slow rotations, as she stretched his virgin hole. When she felt him relax, a third finger entered. He sucked in a ragged breath. Again, she brushed up against his prostate, and grinned smugly as he groaned with pleasure. 

"Pull your knees up toward your chest." She instructed, as she slid her fingers out of his ass. He bit down on his lower lip, looking nervous, but did as she commanded. Stripping off the latex glove, she stroked a generous amount of lube onto her dildo. Kneeling, she pressed the head of it against Marc's ass. She reached up and gave his cock a few quick strokes, then began pushing in. He tightened up. She gave his inner thigh a quick sharp slap, making him jump.

"Relax!" She ordered. He nodded, taking a deep breath in and out, and his tight hole gave way. 

"Ooohhhh" He moaned, as the head of her well lubed cock pushed past his first and second ring. Once it was seated just inside his ass, she began shallow short thrusts. The mushroom shaped head of the dildo rubbed against him in the perfect spot and he let out another low guttural moan. Chuckling, she deepened her thrusts. He rolled his hips up to meet her. Hands wrapped around his thighs for leverage, she picked up her pace, slowly beginning to pound into to his ass.

"Ungh, Oh God..." he ground, panting, face flushed. His cock twitched and jerked. Instinctively, he reached for it. Jenna paused to slap his hand away.

"No touching. You know that." She admonished. Marc groaned in frustration. "If you want to cum, you do it with me fucking you. We won't touch that anymore now, understand?" 

"Yes, Ma'am", He panted, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face. Precum dripped from his stiff dick. She picked her pace back up, pounding into him with long deep strokes. Jenna reached between his legs and brushed a finger across one of his nipples. He gasped and shuddered under her. His eyes glazed over and his lips parted, as his chest heaved with ragged breaths. Another touch to the other nipple, and a slight brush against the silver ring.... And suddenly his body convulsed. Ribbons of white cum sprayed up onto his chest and neck. She continued to thrust into him until last of the shuddering spasms washed over him. He groaned with pleasure. Jenna stopped moving, and slowly pulled out. She slid the dildo out of the harness and tossed it onto a nearby towel. He raised his hips, as she pulled out the pillows, and then she climbed up beside him.

"So, still think losing your virginity tonight was a bad idea?" She teased.

"Oh God, Jenna... That was so not fair!" He exclaimed, flushing with embarrassment. "You should have made it hurt, or something... so I wouldn't like it..." He looked truly despairing. Jenna tipped her head back and laughed. 

"Yea, but you like pain... so that might not have helped you out either!" She pointed out, laughing still. "Besides, I want my boy well fucked and remembering who owns his ass!" She stated, grinning down at him.