She hummed as she did the dishes, enjoying the feel of warm soapy water over her hands as she rinsed the dishes in the sink. She knew that he was leaning against the kitchen entrance, watching her. She could feel his gaze burning into her back. When she placed the clean dishes on the rack to dry, she felt him wrap his arms around her waist, placing a soft kiss on the juncture of her shoulder and neck, inhaling her scent.

“My hands are wet,” she told him. “I need to dry them.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, turning her so that she faced him. “I like you wet.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned at his lame joke, and gasped, when he bit down on her shoulder. He crushed his pelvis against her, pinning her against the sink, letting her feel the hardness of him through her soft, silky dress. He ran his palm down her side, coming to rest on her hip. Gripping her hips roughly, he but down hard on her shoulder, making her cry out.

“Why’d you do that for?” she asked, wincing a little as she moved her shoulder to ease the pain of the bite.

He trailed nipping kisses along her jawline and as he brushed his lips against her ear, he whispered, “I’m just marking what’s mine.” He nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver slightly. He nipped her painfully on the shoulder, making her gasp in pain. She tried to push him away but he crushed his lips against hers, digging his fingers painfully into her hip.

“Mine,” he whispered harshly. He pushed her towards the dinner table rough enough to make her trip slightly but she managed to catch herself from hitting her hip against the table. He turned her around so that her hands were braced against the table and her back was towards him. He ground his crotch against her ass, letting her know what he wants.

She had always been open to these little rough games of foreplay but there was something about his grip and his painful bites that excited her more than usual. She took a shuddering breath as she felt his hardness rub against her bottom. She felt the familiar pooling of wetness between her legs as he pulled down the top of her dress to expose her shoulders and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to make her tear up in pain.

He pushed her dress up to her waist and pulled down her panties, letting it drop to the floor. He smiled smugly when he saw that she was already wet. He slid a finger along her wet folds and his smile grew as her hips bucked when he touched her sensitive nub.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her.

She could only nod in answer as the feeling of his large fingers stretching her so intimately robbed her of her ability to speak.

“Answer me. Does this feel good?” he asked, moving his fingers within her roughly and deeply.

She gulped and panted and through gritted teeth she hissed, “Yesss….”

“Good, then you’re going to enjoy this.” He slid his fingers out of her, making her whimper at their loss but she her the unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper moving. She licked her dry lips in anticipation of what was to come next.

He freed himself from the constraints of his jeans and hissed in pleasure as he touched the bulbous head of his cock against her wetness, sliding it against her folds, coating himself with her juices.

“Tell me you want it.” He rubbed himself against her entrance, making her squirm and whimper. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please… please…” she whimpered softly.

“Please…. what?”

“Please… just fuck me already,” she gritted out, pushing her ass towards him.

“That’s my girl.” He pushed her down, so that her cheek rested against the table and her ass was wonderfully exposed to him. With a hand against the back of her neck and the other on her hip in a bruising grip, he sheathed himself within her. She gasped at his rough entrance and cried out as he bit down on the back of her neck. She knew that she was going to be bruised and marked before it was done but she didn’t care.

He fucked her hard, slamming into her, making sure she knows who she belonged to. He gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back painfully, exposing her throat. He whispered into her ear in between each thrust, “You’re mine. Mine. Say it.”

She couldn’t.

He pulled her hair harder and growled, “Say it.”

“Yours,” she finally rasped. “I’m yours,” she whispered as she clamped around him and felt the first tingling wave orgasm wash over her. She felt like she was hit by lightning that travelled up her legs and through her body. Her mouth went dry and her eyes went blind with passion. She barely felt it as her hands slid out from under her and she landed cheek first on the table. Her orgasm triggered his. Hips pistoning against her, his grunts matched her whimpers as he released himself into her and collapsing on top of her.

It was a little while later as they tried to catch their breaths, he gingerly slid out of her and gathered her into his arms. She rested limply against his chest, panting. He took stock of all the bite marks and the bruises he left on her. Part of him was sorry that he marked her but the most part of him was filled with manly pride that she bore his marks. As he trailed a finger against her back that was starting to bruise from his bites, he whispered into her ear, “Mine.”