I Am Me (Book One): Weakness

Chapter 16: Your Marking

Continued from last chapter. So again, viewer discretion. Don't worry, you can skip this if you don't want to read it.  Next chapter will be back to form. You will be notified if anymore appears in this story. Warning: It's the longest chapter by far. I may try to shorten it if necessary, but for now, here it is.

Mark's POV

I am waiting for him to start and it's killing me. I'm still in my jockstrap, with dick pulled out and I am starting to squirm slightly, but his hands holding me in place is like a mental command to my body and I struggle to follow it. Legs are now dragging in a kicking motion, but he is in between them, watching me with expectation. He is waiting for me! I can't go anywhere, so I do my best calm myself and be patient.

"Good, Love. Very good."

His praises are soft and short, but they feel good to hear. My mind instantly forgets though when something wet, warm, and soft is dragged along my prick from the base all the way to the leaking tip. He laps it up in different motions. Around, up and down, a slight back and forth motion so small it kind of tickles. He watches my every movement, every reaction, taking in my feeling. He finishes with a kiss before commencing the next phase. He gingerly swallows me at the tip, letting his tongue circle it as he did before. Slowly, but surely, moves up and down, sucking, every so often, lightly grazes his teeth in a teasing motion. Acting as if he is ready to bite it clean off, at one point dragging it so that it scratches, only to lick in silent apology, yet with no actual remorse. And I feel it all, answering with a buck that he pushes down gently, a gasp, a moan, and a cry when starts to suck a little harder and faster. It's. Too. Much.

"Isaiah! If-If you keep it up I'll, I- Ah!!", interrupting my thoughts. Something is circling my hole lightly. The strap is made ingeniously with no back piece, giving him full access. But why does he need the front part?

"Well, since you asked...", he trails off. Did I-no. I can feel him. He's in my head! As he takes my head down there, is listening intently to every emotion in my head up here! "You remember what happened when your wolf caught me 'researching'?"

Well, someone's gotten comfortable about this discussion when clearly we were in the middle of something. In response though, I sift through my memory....yeah, he was watching the men going at it and my wolf was so displeased that he wasn't satisfied with my body to try this activity, but rather go out of his way to watch other people do it. His response was lame. His excuse was that he liked jockstraps, ending as a question. My wolf says nothing. He literally just walks away, leaving him to stew over what just happened. My wolf will go on to replace my entire selection of boxer briefs and briefs, throwing them all away so that he could fill the drawer to the brim with jockstraps. He then goes to walk around half-naked in our apartment in a jockstrap. He doesn't allow any touch or kiss or any sign of affection through that entire week, just to torture him for looking at someone else. Even now, my wolf takes pride in that memory, knowing full well the effect he has on our mate.

A growl emanates from below. Oh right, he is still here and from the looks of it, was there with me as I remembered it vividly, revealing every emotion my wolf felt then. With a blink, he changes. His grip on member tightens a little as he starts jerk it, not enough to hurt, but enough to stimulate..

With a smile, he makes his threat in a deeper tone than the soft tone that he usually has with, well, everyone, "I am going to make you pay for putting me through that. You made your point though. I will only gaze on you, be satisfied with only you, and will show you just how much it pleases me." He ends that thought with a smirk, but before I could begin to wonder, he in one swift motion, takes me in his mouth entirely as he plunges one finger inside my hole. 

The sensations at the same time is already so much initially that I arch and buck off the bed with a cry of absolute pleasure and pain, but he isn't done. Continuously, he sucks me in as his finger proceeds to delve inside me deeper and deeper after every  few passes. I am a mess, making noises I didn't even know I was capable of, all incoherent. Two go in, I'm close.