The Possessive Mafia

Part 12

"Baby you look delicious... let me mark you" - he whispered again... You hummed a 'no' because you still couldn't talk.
"It wasn't a question babydoll" - his face was close to your neck, as he started doing his job you tried to hum again but he wouldn't stop.
After some minutes he looked at your neck...
"I did a good work didn't I?" - he admired the hickey he gave you and touched it with his finger...
"These marks name you as mine, so whoever sees this then knows that I own you. You are mine to look, mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to pleasure, mine to fuck. And you, you only have me, you will need my permission for what to wear, to go out, to be friends with..." - he sounded possessive, very possessive.
He started kissing your lips...chin...neck...chest...stomach, he grabbed your hand and kissed it.
"Once I saw you, you were mine, nobody's but mine! - he started getting angry for some reason...
He made you put your head on his strong chest, playing with your hair, smelling it...
"You are my property! And I am...

To Be Continued...