Marked

She looked in the mirror, a pale face with brown eyes staring back at her. Soft, brown hair sat gently upon her shoulders, her fingers slipping through it carelessly. Bruises trailed down from her bare neck and chest, down her sides, and onto her naked backside.

“Perfect,” She mumbled to herself with a small, half smirk.

Her mind was running through the details of the night before, her hand slipping slowly around her neck. Closing her eyes she imagined it was His hand, her grasp tightening as His had upon her. Lovely shivers from the memory shot up and down her spine, her teeth sinking into her lip.

That was, of course, her favorite part of it all; the choking grasp He held upon her. It was what made her really feel like she was at His mercy- His to decide the fate of and His to hurt in just the way she loved and craved.

The bruises? They were her treasures; her little reminders of her place in this life with Him. Reminders of just where she wanted to be.

“Thank you, Daddy…”

~Written by Shy~