The Master Of Submission

Part 39

Jack crumpled the note in his hand, then let it fall to the floor. Mark turned the spike dragon dildo over in front of them, whispering warmly against his ear. "Did he touch you, Jack?" Jack tried to avoid the question by moving back to the bed, but Mark's arms tightened around his shoulders to hold him back against his chest. Jack took a short shaky breath, refusing to look him in the eyes. Mark's lips traveled over the top of his shoulder, then up his neck. The sensation gave Jack goosebumps. He could feel Mark's warm breath puff along his throat and feel how soft Mark's lips were. Mark's lips ventured to his ear, tendering suckling on his pierced earlobe, until Jack shivered. The sensation was felt to the tips of Jack's toes. Mark inhaled close to the nape of his neck, asking in a slightly muffled voice. "Jack, answer me. What did he do to you?" Jack hesitated to answer. He didn't want to upset Mark, but hiding the truth from him felt wrong. 

Jack kept his eyes on the bed as he honestly told him in a small voice. "He didn't sleep with me. He just... liked watching." A small chuckle left Mark as he mumbled out across Jack's shoulder playfully. "And listening apparently. You never sing for me..." Jack blushed a little, mumbling back over his shoulder. "Don't you think I talk too much as it is?" Mark smiled, giving his cheek a quick kiss, before whispering out. "Never." Jack looked back to the bed, while Mark stepped back from him to say reluctantly. "It does make me... jealous. Thinking about what you two might have done together..." Jack turned to face Mark, telling him honestly. "I told you. He just liked watching me do all the work." Mark's eyebrow raised and Jack regretted his phrasing. Lowering his gaze to the floor, Jack mumbled out guiltily. "I'm not saying that you do all the work... I just meant that he-" Mark's hand slipped over his mouth to cut him off and pushed him back against the wall.

Jack kept his eyes on Mark's, watching him step closer with a look that screamed Darkiplier. Mark lowered his hand from Jack's mouth, letting his hand trail slow and erotically down his neck and chest. As his hand grazed down Jack's stomach, Mark curiously asked him in a deep suggestive tone. "So... You think I do all the work?" Mark's eyes had followed his own hand down Jack's body until the last word, when they suddenly shot up to meet his. Jack shuffled his feet, nervously uttering out under his breath. "I didn't say that. You twisted what I said." Mark tilted his head, his eyes turning darker with suspicion. Jack bit his lower lip, watching Mark raise a hand to gesture with his finger for him to turn around. Slowly, Jack turned around to face the grey wall, instinctively putting his hands up to brace himself. He wasn't confident that he knew what Mark was going to do... but he could guess. Mark lightly clawed a hand down from Jack's shoulder to his lower back. The action made Jack's body quiver. It felt really good.

Jack pressed his forehead to the cold wall, hoping Mark would do that again. Staring at the ground, Jack watched Mark's foot move between his legs and tap his feet in a hint to spread them apart. Jack widened his stance, feeling Mark's hand slide over his hip to rest just under his belly button. Jack gasped a little in response. He had thought Mark's hand would move just a few inches lower. If it did, there would be no hiding his growing desire. Mark lightly sank his teeth into Jack's shoulder, causing Jack's fingers to claw at the wall. Chills were raising through his body and his mind couldn't decide what to focus on. Should he focus on Mark's hand? Mark's fingers were skimming through the hair along his happy trail. Teasing him into believing that any minute his hand would slip lower and curl around his hardening shaft. Or should he focus on the way Mark was biting and sucking parts of his shoulder and neck? Mark's teeth grazed over his flesh like they desired to possess him like a wild predator. A way to hold him in place and force him into a primal submission... Yet, they were holding back. Simply implying that if Mark wanted to, he could take him right here.

Against his neck, Mark find a soft spot and gave him the lightest kiss there. Then as Jack's skin tingled, he'd press his lips in to suck on that same spot. Tasting his flesh like he wanted to savor him like a fine dessert. While at the same time, leaving something to help him remember who it was that got under his skin. That made him linger and endure every kiss and touch until it burned. Jack had no doubt that he'd have to cover all these fucking hickies in make-up before going back home to record. One he could make an excuse for... but six? He'd never hear the end of it from his fans. He was just thankful that the collar was soft enough that it didn't leave marks too. That would be just another thing he'd have to avoid answering. Jack felt Mark shift, watching him dip the dragon dildo in the ice bucket on a table nearby. Jack closed his eyes for a minute to brace himself for a cold insertion. The tip of the dildo teased his lower back, causing droplets of cold icy water to slide down between his ass cheeks.