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Damien slept deeply after so many sessions of fucking and coming, fucking and coming. Sometimes, even coming hard enough that Damien felt his body lose all strength. By the time he did wake up, he was covered in thin layers of saliva everywhere except his most sensitive areas and covered in little, faint marks that paled in comparison to the much more visible and darker marks that marked Damien's shoulders, neck, hips, anywhere that Jamie had grabbed, bit, gripped, and sucked on. Even around his nipples was a little bruised and red from Jamie biting and sucking. When he walked into this, Damien had no idea that, in such short time, he would be covered in marks and have Jamie bending to his every command. If he had known...he would've pursued sooner, but back when he first started crushing on the larger teen he wasn't as much of the masochist as he is now...Damien wasn't even sure if he would've been able to please Jamie's sexual frustration back then.
"Marking your master while he's recovering from your onslaught? What a naughty, naughty bitch you are." Damien said softly, using the new word knowing how much it drove Jamie crazy the last time he said it. Right after he said that, he lept at Jamie and had him pinned to the bed while he stared down at Jamie with all kinds of mischief. He was forgetting the fact that his body was a little sore, in fact his hips were getting more and more sore by the minute. He pushed the pain out of his mind and focused on Jamie at the moment. "Who said you could do things like that when your master is sleeping? Hm? Who said?" he asked, using a more demanding voice than playful to see if it had a deeper impact than if Damien just used his teasing voice. He wanted to see just how his "puppy" ticked, if he preferred Damien's firm voice over the playful, seductive tone he always used when commanding.
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