The sleek black car loomed before me, a metal beast ready to swallow me whole. My palms were slick with sweat as I reached for the door handle, my stomach churning with a mixture of dread and anticipation.
"Get in," Erica's voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife.
I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin. My heart raced as I caught sight of Erica's piercing blue eyes in the seat next to mine. Last night's conversation echoed in my mind, her words dripping with disappointment and barely contained anger.
"Phone. Now." She held out her hand, not even bothering to look at me.
I fumbled in my pocket, my fingers trembling slightly as I placed my phone in her waiting palm. The guilt gnawed at me, a constant reminder of my shame.
'How could I have reacted that way when Brooke... 'No, I couldn't even think about it.
Erica's fingers flew across the screen, her face illuminated by the soft glow. "I'm downloading monitoring software. Now I'll always know where my little guy is." She spoke that part surprisingly softly. "This is just the beginning, you know," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You're lucky I'm the one dealing with this and not someone else."
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I know. I'm sorry, Erica. I deserve whatever punishment you think is right."
She snorted, finally turning to look at me. "Damn, straight you do. But don't think your puppy dog eyes are going to work on me this time."
The engine roared to life, and we pulled away from the curb. The familiar streets of Salem blurred past the window, but my mind was elsewhere, trapped in a spiral of self-loathing and fear.
"Where are we going?" I finally managed to ask.
Erica's lips curled into a smile that seemed to contain a little warmth. "That's part two of your punishment, little boy. You'll just have to wait and see."
***
The car screeched to a halt. My eyes widened as I took in the neon sign of "Inked Dominion" flickering above us. A tattoo parlor. My heart began to race, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
"E-Erica," I stammered, "I don't think I can—"
She cut me off, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to look at her. "Listen up, Jason. This is your punishment, and you're going to take it like a woman. Got it?"
'I really don't want a tattoo though.' I thought bummed for a minute.
I nodded weakly, my legs feeling like jelly as she pushed me towards the entrance. The bell above the door jingled, announcing our arrival to the heavily tattooed woman behind the counter.
"Since this is your first punishment," Erica purred, her fingers digging into my shoulders, "I'll let you choose where you get my name tattooed."
My mind reeled. Her name? On my body? Forever? I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died in my throat as I caught sight of the predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Of course," she continued, her voice dripping with sadistic glee, "if you really fuck up in the future, I might just have to get my name inked on that pretty little face of yours."
I watched in horror as she practically salivated at the thought. "You... you'd do that?"
She nodded, her blue eyes burning with intensity. "Is that what you want, Jason? My name on your cheek for everyone to see?"
I sighed heavily, resignation settling over me like a heavy blanket. If it would make her happy if it would prove my devotion...
'Unrelated to the guilt or the apology, I didn't choose her lightly. In for a penny, In for a pound. I will accept her crazy. That is my Alamo. To love her and be loved by her at max volume.'
I steel myself and give her an offer worth her time. "If that's what you want, Erica, I'll do it. I'll get your name on my cheek right now."
Erica's eyes widened in shock. Her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist just as I was about to step towards the tattoo artist. "What the fuck, Jason?" she hissed, yanking me back.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she shook me, her face a mix of disbelief and anger. "Are you out of your mind? You idiot!"
I flinched at her raised voice, confusion washing over me. "But I thought…"
"That was a worst-case scenario punishment!" Erica yelled, her blonde hair whipping around as she shook her head. "It was a scare tactic, you moron! I'd probably never actually make you do that! That would ruin your perfect face!"
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I'd misunderstood completely, and now Erica was looking at me like I'd grown a second head. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, averting my gaze. "I just... I thought if this would make you happy..."
Erica's grip on my shoulders softened. She let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Jason, look at me," she said, her voice gentler now. When I met her eyes, I saw a mixture of frustration and affection.
"I can't believe how willing you are to do whatever I ask," she muttered, shaking her head. "I know i said it earlier in the car dude, but for god's sake you're so lucky I'm the one who found you, you know that? Anyone else would take advantage of that."
I felt a lump form in my throat. "I trust you, Erica," I whispered.
Her expression softened further. She reached down and took my hand, her touch surprisingly gentle for someone so tough. "Come on," she said, leading me towards the tattoo parlor's entrance. "Let's get each other's initials on our ankles instead. That's a good punishment for what you did i think."
"Okay," I spoke somewhat anticlimactically.
***
As we stepped out of the tattoo parlor, the cool evening air hit my face, a welcome relief after the stuffy interior. Erica's grin was so wide it threatened to split her face in two. She looked at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
"That hurt more than I thought it would." I wanted to claw at the small letters on my leg but i was afraid it could smudge.
'Can tattoos smudge? I don't know at all.'
"Jason, you don't really like pain, do you?" Erica asked me in response.
"No not really. It's fine if its like light scratches or some playful biting but thats pretty much my limit. Granted i guess i don't mind when you go to crazy." I conceded at the end.
Erica laughed and then made a funny face.
"So," she said, her voice uncharacteristically soft, "do I make you happy, Jason?"
I felt a rush of warmth flood through me. This tough, beautiful woman who was probably the cause of my sister's broken headlights, could terrify hardened criminals with a single glance, was asking if she made me happy. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"Erica," I began, reaching up to cup her face in my hands. I gently pulled her down to my eye level, surprising her. Her blue eyes widened, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Each and every day spent with you has been the most extraordinary time of my life."
For a moment, Erica seemed at a loss for words. Then, her face flushed a deep crimson - a rare sight. She grabbed my hand suddenly, her grip urgent.
"We need to go to my house," she said, her voice husky. "Right now."
As she practically dragged me towards her car, my mind raced. 'What has gotten into her? Was this about the tattoos? Or was it...? Oh. Oh!'
"Erica, are you sure?" I grinned wide, my own face heating up as realization dawned.
She turned to me, her eyes blazing with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Jason," she growled, "if you don't get in this car right now, I swear I'll-"
I didn't need to hear the rest. I scrambled into the passenger seat, my heart pounding. As Erica revved the engine, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have found someone who could match my freak.
***
The Knight Mansion loomed in front of us, its dark spires reaching for the starlit sky. As we stepped inside, the scent of roses and Erica's lingering cigarette smoke filled my nostrils. The eerie elegance of the place never ceased to amaze me.
Erica led me through the halls, her grip on my hand tight and confident. We soon found ourselves in her room, a den of plush velvet and dark, polished wood. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, a predator cornering her prey.
My heart pounded in my chest as she closed the distance between us, her eyes gleaming with desire. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. This was a side of Erica I never got tired of seeing.
"Jason," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You know what I want."
Bliss settled into me as she reached for the hem of my shirt, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin beneath. I nodded, my breath hitching as she pulled the fabric over my head. Her gaze raked over my body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
As I reached for her, she pushed me gently onto the bed. "Not so fast," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I'm in charge."
I couldn't help but smile at that. Erica's dominant nature was one of the many things I loved about her. As she climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, I felt a twinge of anticipation build deep within me.
She lowered herself onto me, her wet pussy pressing against my face as she took my hard cock into her mouth. I moaned, the sensation of her warm, moist tongue sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
As I buried my face between her thighs, I savored the taste of her, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. I licked and sucked, exploring every crevice, every sensitive spot that made her gasp and writhe above me.
"Erica," I breathed, my voice muffled by her flesh. "I love you."
She moaned in response, her movements growing more urgent as she continued to pleasure me. "I love you, too," she whispered between breaths. "Now, cum for me, Jason. I want to taste you."
Hearing her say those words, feeling her warmth enveloping me, sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth, groaning into her pussy as she greedily swallowed every drop.
Now it was my turn to make her cum. I licked her like I was trying to find the center of a tootsie pop.
Erica arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as she felt my tongue dip further into her entrance. Her fingers dug into me, her nails biting down slightly, and she thrust her hips toward me in a desperate attempt to feel more of my touch. The bed squeaked underneath us as we rocked together, Erica's breath coming in short, ragged gasps against the twin pillows flanking my head.
"Oh fuck..." she murmured, reaching down to grasp the hem of her shirt and yank it up over her head. She tossed it aside without missing a beat, exposing her perfect tits.
Her entire body began to tremble as she neared the brink of orgasm, and I could feel her growing wetter with each passing second. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the lingering smell of cigarette smoke that seemed to permeate the mansion.
With a sudden cry, Erica's back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she came. She convulsed violently, her hips bucking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I continued to lick and suck at her, not wanting to miss a single moment of her release.
As her orgasm began to subside, I gently kissed my way up her body, planting small pecks on her stomach, her breasts, and her collarbone before finally reaching her lips. Erica's eyes were still closed, a contented smile playing upon her lips as she murmured my name.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
I smiled back at her, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I love you, too," I said as she pulled me into a tight embrace.
As we lay there in each other's arms, I can't help but think what it would take to get her mad enough to make me get a face tattoo.
"Don't get too comfortable, Jason. The fact that you got hard because someone else held you down means I need to start draining you more properly."
She grinned at me like a dog with a bone.
***
[POV: Erica]
As the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, I found myself wide awake, my body still humming with the afterglow of our passionate afternoon. Jason lay sprawled across my chest, his head nestled between my breasts, his warm breath tickling my skin with each exhale. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed down at his peaceful face, my fingers tracing patterns across his back.
His skin was so soft, so warm beneath my touch. I marveled at how vulnerable he looked in his sleep, all the worry and tension melted away from his features. My little guy, so needy, so desperate to please me. The thought sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, remembering how eagerly he had submitted to my every whim just hours before. The way he'd trembled beneath me, the way he'd moaned my name like a prayer. It was intoxicating. I'd never felt so powerful, so desired, so... loved.
But as I lay there, cradling his sleeping form, a twinge of guilt gnawed at me. The tattoo parlor incident kept replaying in my mind. The look in his eyes when he'd offered to get my name inked on his face - it had been of pure determination that had shaken me to my core.
I'd meant it as a threat, a way to show him how serious I could be in the future if he did something actually worthy of real punishment. But he'd been willing to go through with it, all for me. Just to make me happy. The realization both thrilled and terrified me. How far would he go to prove his devotion? And more importantly, how far would I let him?
My arms tightened around him instinctively as if I could shield him from the world - or perhaps from myself. I knew I had to be careful with this power he'd given me. Jason was mine to protect, cherish, and to punish when necessary. But I couldn't let my own desires overshadow his well-being.
Still, a part of me couldn't help but revel in his neediness. The way he looked at me like I was his entire world filled a void I hadn't even known existed.
And yet punishing him...
I sighed softly, my fingers still tracing patterns on his skin. The punishment had been necessary, I told myself. Without it, the guilt would have eaten him alive. I'd seen it in his eyes, the way he'd been tearing himself apart over what happened with Brooke. He needed this release, this absolution that only I could provide.
In truth, I'm not dumb enough to blame him for such a response. He might be the horniest man in the world. But his agonized face, while cute, would get in the way of our future. And for now, that cunt Brooke has been dealt with.
As if sensing my thoughts, Jason stirred in his sleep, nuzzling closer to me. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, his body seeking comfort even in unconsciousness. I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent of him.
"I've got you, little one, and I'm never going to let go," I whispered, my voice