by Moore, M. K.
It’s four in the morning and my cock is sore, but it is still seeking her. She is laying half on top of me with her head on my shoulder. Her long fingers are currently tracing my scars. I have a couple of bullet holes in my shoulders and a stab wound in my stomach, but the rest of the scars are self-inflicted from hot irons.
“Tell me about this scar,” she asks circling the largest bullet hole.
“Can I say how hot it is that you are into this?
“You can say whatever you want to me, but I am sure it’s just your beast recognizing my beast.”
“Beast recognizing beast? That’s pretty profound,” I say kissing the top of her head.
“What? You’ve never met a profound eighteen-year-old before?”
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“Well, now you have. So, about this scar?” She asks placing a kiss on it.
“I was shot when I was in Iraq in 2006. Through and through. I pulled the bullet out myself and it was cauterized in the field.
“Oh my God. That sounds awful. This one?”
“I was stabbed in 1998. It was actually an accident. I was nineteen and babysitting my little brother, Troy who was eight at the time. He was running with scissors and ran into me. It almost killed me. We laugh about it now.
“That’s kinda cute.”
“You’re kinda fucked up.” I playfully tease.
“So are you.”
“That I am.” We laugh. God, it feels good to connect someone on real level.
“This one?” She asks, kissing my first self-inflicted glory.
“In 2008, I retired from the Army and moved back home. My brothers and I started our own security firm. It’s what we call it. We do things no one else will all in the name of justice, that wouldn’t get served without us.”
“How brave of you,” she breathes. Her little pussy is leaving a wet mark on my thigh as she rubs her clit against it. She is getting off on this, and fuck if I’m not hard too.
“Anyhow, our fifth or sixth dirty job, I was in charge of, let’s say, extracting some information. I had an iron in the fire that I use to brand people. It is shaped like a J with enough surface area to get them talking after a few seconds. I was using other methods when I remembered the iron. When I went to pull it off it was hot all the way to the handle and I burnt my hand. But in doing so, I found focus. A calmness washed over me that allowed me to get the job done. Later, when I was alone, I heated up a fire poker. It was nothing fancy and I took it to the inside of my arm. It was glorious. I’ve never told anyone about this, but it feels right with you, Jaymes. So right.”
“Uh-huh, so right. Did you come after?”
“What?” I ask startled.”
“You did. I can tell.”
“How?”
“I used to finger myself after I was done. And, I will say that I never had an orgasm like the ones you’ve given me. I can only imagine what they’ll be like if you play with me.”
“Oh, baby. I’m gonna play with you. You don’t need to worry. You’ll come,” I say as I am flipping her onto her back and slamming inside her once again. “So hard, you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” I say. She takes my cock harder and harder. I give it to her until we both come. We are both a sweaty mess by the time I finally stop.
* * *
The next morning as I turn over the bed beside me is cold. I hear the radio and the sound of bacon sizzling coming from the kitchen. Getting out of bed, I throw on some sweats and head towards the kitchen. Her back is to me as she stands in front of the stove. I walk up behind and snuggle against her body. She jumps a little and stops singing. It's then that I realize she was the one singing, not the radio.
“Sorry to wake you. I was hungry. But I did make enough for the both of us.”
“Thank you,” I say. “Your singing is beautifully.”
“Oh, nah. I’m in a show choir. No big deal.”
“Don't shortchange yourself. You. Are. Amazing. When did you graduate?” I ask thinking it must have been early.
“Oh, I haven't yet. I've got school Monday morning.” She grins at me.
I should feel worse that she’s in high school but fuck she’s legal and I’m not her teacher. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.
“I see. Why did you move here?”
“My stepdad got a job here. He's an accountant. Retired military.” That rings a bell for me.
“Is your stepdad Henry O’Toole?” I ask, thinking there’s no way he isn’t.
“Yes. Why?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“He works for us,” I say but I don’t go into detail as to what he does for us. No one wants to hear that there step dad ruins people financially, even though they deserve it.
“That’s a coincidence,” she says laughing.
“Well, Bleak is small,” I say also chuckling.
She makes plates up for the both of us with the food she made and turns holding them out. I take them from her and set them down on the counter. Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her. Her little moan makes me hard as a rock, but them her stomach growls loudly and I reluctantly pull away from her.
“Let’s eat.it smells delicious,” I say sitting on the barstool.
“What’s next?”
“Meaning?” I ask, taking a bite of the omelet she made. Fuck, I am going to get fat if she keeps this shit up.
“What’s next for us?”
“Oh, you live here now babe. Once you graduate, we’ll get married. Bill will do it. How long until you graduate?”
“June 15th. I’m so ready to be done.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“How do you know there’s something wrong?”
“I am overwhelmingly happy, but I still feel like I need the pain.” She whispers.
“I am not sure what to do with that, Jaymes. As far as I know from my studies, self-harm is done in times of despair and anguish. Maybe you are a masochist?”
“Maybe we could explore that, safely?” She says perking up.
“Everything we do will be with safety in mind,” I assure her.
Wouldn’t what I’m feeling for this girl be further validated if she is a masochist? Because, I am definitely a sadist. Given my line of work it was only a matter of time before that realization struck me.
“Any thoughts as to what you’ll do after school?” I ask, but she doesn’t say anything at first. “Baby?”
4
Jaymes
My plans. No one has ever asked me that before. Leave it to him to be the first.
“I would like to go to school to be a grief counselor. It has been my plan since my dad died. I saw how it destroyed my mom and I mean...look what it did to me.” He looks at me with so much passion.
“Is that all little, Beast? A grief counselor, the end?” Not exactly.
“I also want to be a mom and have a family, Brand. Will you give it to me?” I ask, standing between his legs. My arms around his neck, tits pushed up against him is causing my pussy to send out flares. An s.o.s. She’s so needy.
“Mmmm…baby, I would be surprised if I hadn’t already knocked you up. And if it hasn’t happened yet, believe me it will. What do you suppose we do for the rest of the day?” I was going to suggest that we go back to bed where he can make me scream his name, as it hurts me so good. Then a thought jumps into my mind.
“Brand, there is a tattoo shop in town. I have always wanted to get one, but never really had an idea of what I wanted. Now I do. Come with me?”
“I would go anywhere with you. What do you want to get?”
“You’ll see.” I run out of the room excited about what we are going to do.
I put on a pair of jeans and a tank. Run my hand through my hair and back out the bathroom door. When I come out, I see the back of Brand and notice he is wearing the same thing as me. Holy hell that man can fill out a pair of jeans.
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“You ready to go Mr. Beast?” I ask teasingly, as I wrap my arms around him.
“Let’s go little Beast.” We get in the car and make the eight-minute drive to the Queen of Hearts Ink tattoo parlor.
“So, what do you want to do with the rest of your life Brand?”
“I, little one, am going to continue my work. What I do helps people and saves lives. I wouldn’t change anything about it. Is that going to be a problem baby?” I love that he asks me if I am ok with it.
“I have no problem with it. Maybe I could go with you and counsel the girls you bring back.” I want to be with him as he changes the world. We pull up to the shop and I am giddy as hell, as we get out the car. I am practically vibrating. Brand holds my hand as we walk in.
“Welcome to Queen of Hearts Ink. How can we help you?” A beautiful exotic looking woman asks. She is tall with dark hair, covered in tats, and visibly pregnant.
“Oh hey, Brand. What’s going on? I never thought I would see you here.” The gorgeous woman addresses him. I feel jealousy rev up inside me. I know it’s irrational, but the possessiveness I feel for him is real and in full force. I move closer to him, staking my claim. Letting her know she better back the fuck off.
“Carrie. Good to see you again. How’s Dex?” He asks.
“Good. In the back working on someone. What are you doing here?”
“My woman wants a tattoo and she asked me to come with her. Is Kitty here?”
“Yea. She is in the back pumping. Hold on I will get her.” As the woman, Carrie walks out the room I turn to Brand. He is smirking at me.
“No need to be jealous baby. It's only going to be you for the rest of our lives. I have known the Hearts forever.”
“Brand. Fancy meeting you here. What can I do for you?”
“It’s not me. It’s…”
“Me. I want a tattoo. Right here on the crease between my thigh and ...lady parts if you will.” I know it's going to hurt, but pain is my best friend. I can feel Brand’s hand tensing in mine and how shocked he is by my decision. However, what I am going to say next will shock him even more.
“Ok.” She says with a chuckle. “And what will it say?”
“Brand’s property.”
“Fuck little Beast. You want to get fucked in the backroom, don’t you?” He has no idea.
5
Brand
Who is this girl? She is getting tattooed over her scars, for me? My name. My brand on her skin for all time? Done. I’m so fucking done for her. Kitty sets up her station and puts Jaymes into a position I'll be further exploring when we are alone. She squeezes my hand while Kitty works, but I know it’s not from pain. It's all pleasure for my girl.
Since her panties would be in the way, I've got them in my pocket. She has a blue paper blanket over her pussy for modesty, but the paper is almost soaked through. Kitty, the consummate professional, says nothing. While she is working, I decide to get one too.
As soon as she is done, Kitty leaves the room to clean up and get ready for mine. I get a good look at her new tattoo. Seeing my name on her skin is sexy as hell. I get “Jaymes’ Beast” tattooed over my heart. It is the best decision I ever made. Her eyes lit up when she sees it. Once we leave the Queen of Hearts Ink, we head home. I am starving and I need to be inside of her again.
I can’t get over her wanting to be a grief counselor though. It is admirable, but I don’t think I can handle the thought of her being in harm’s way.
“What do you want for dinner?” She asks. “Takeout or homemade.”
“Let’s make something together.”
“Alright,” she says digging around my fridge. When was the last time I went shopping? Then she pulls out fresh vegetables. I can tell my sister-in-law, Stacy, has been here. I am going to have to call and thank her.
“What are we having?” I ask.
“Spaghetti and meatballs with a salad. You have nothing fun to eat.” I chuckle.
“I can handle the salad,” I say laughing.
Once the meal is ready, we sit down at the dining room table I’ve never used and begin to eat. The first bite of spaghetti is amazing. I may have moaned.
“Is it good?” She asks.
“Very good. Thank you. So, earlier you said you wanted to help out with the girls we rescue. We didn’t get a chance to discuss it further.”
“Oh, I only meant that I could be there and ready to help them. Most women trust another woman, more than a man after a situation like that.”
“That is true. Danhy was just saying we need to have something like that in place.”
“What is it that you’re concerned about?” She asks.
“How did you know that I was concerned?”
“The look on your face. I wish you could see it.”
“I am concerned. Your well-being has become everything to me.”
“That’s very sweet. But I am a lot tougher than I look,” she says.
“I am sure you are, but I can’t handle anything happening to you when I can prevent it.”
“How about I do it but stay behind ‘enemy lines’ as one would say,” she says excitedly.
“I guess that might work,” I say.
“Yay. I won’t let you down. This is really important to me.”
“Well, if it’s important to you then it's important to me.” She jumps up and lands straight on my lap, facing me. Her legs on either side of me.
“I’m gonna say something right now and I don’t want you to freak out,” she says. I start kissing her neck.
“Say what?”
“I love you,” she says after taking a deep breath.
“We haven’t said that yet?” I ask.
“No. It’s too soon isn’t it?”
“No. I thought I already did say it. It feels as if we’ve always been saying it.” And it does. “I love you, Jaymes.”
It might be quick but fuck it. Love isn’t on any timetable. I kiss her. Then I remember that her panties are in my pocket. Her wet cunt is rubbing on my jean clad cock. She moans and my hands move to her hair. I pull it, hard.
“I want your mark on me, Brand. Not just your name,” she says.
“Are you trying to kill me, Jaymes?”
“No. Why?”
“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I say. I kiss her again.
“Wait for me in our bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She jumps off my lap and I stand adjusting my erection.
Again, I wonder who is this girl? I need her like breathing oxygen and it amazes me that I found her. Reaching for my up close and personal kit from my go bag. I grab a handheld blowtorch, that I use to heat my implements. I locate a special brand I’ve never used. It’s a small J. I begin to have second thoughts about this, but when I walk into the bedroom and see my girl fingering her greedy little pussy.
“You couldn’t wait for me?” I ask chuckling.
“No. I need you. I need this.” I toss the things in my hand on the bed and strip quickly.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Absolutely.” I turn the torch on and heat the brand.
“Oh. My. God. So hot.” After turning the torch off and setting it on the nightstand, I climb on the bed between her spread legs.
I set the brand on her skin. The sizzle of her flesh and her little moan has me harder than I’ve ever been. It is the single most erotic experience of my life, and it’s made even better because of her. Since I don’t want to do too much damage, I pull the brand off her and toss it to the floor. I immediately slam into her pussy.
“Brand, fuck. This is perfect,” she says.
“It is. Marry me?” I ask.
“Didn’t we discuss this already?”
“Just clarifying,” I say, while pulling out of her and sliding back into her. Her legs wrap around my waist and I pound into her over and over.
“I love you,” she says as her little pussy flutters over my cock.
“I love you
too,” I shout as I fill her.
I pull out of her and walk to the bathroom, still naked. I grab the burn cream and rub it on the brand. She sighs contentedly.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
6
Jaymes
One month later
Bzzzzzz.
Ugh. I hate alarms sometimes. Reaching over to turn off the alarm, I still don’t move. Instead, I roll over closer to Brand’s side of the bed only to find it empty. Not just empty. But cold as well. What the hell? He never gets out of bed before me. Even on the four days a week I attend school he lays in the bed until I wake up. He always makes sure to kiss me awake and fuck me senseless. He fills me up so it will leak out all day while I am at school. He says he wants me to walk around smelling like him, so other men will stay away. I love that man.
I started back to school a month ago. It was exciting to be signing up and getting started on t my future. Unfortunately, I neglected to think about how much all of this was going to cost. Though my stepfather is retired military, I don’t get the benefits other military kids do because he never adopted me. I opted not to voice this to Brand, because I didn’t want him to feel like he had to pay for me or something. I decided to go to the financial aid office and take out some loans. Lord knows how long it would take me to pay them back, but I want to be able to help people.
That morning, I thought he was going to drop me off and pick me up later as he usually does. To my surprise, he walks in with me and proceeds to pay for the entire year. He then pays for all my books and supplies. By the time we leave the school I am crying. Having someone take care of me not because he has to, but because he wants to.
When I say this to him, my strong beast of a man says to me, “Baby, there is never going to be a moment when I don’t slay all obstacles in your way. Don’t keep shit like that from me again. Got it?” What else could I say.