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Dave walked back into the room as well and during the rest of the night – when no one looked – he gave several dirty looks to Anita.

The rest of the evening was pure suffering for her as she had to tackle with Dave’s hot looks – and they just turned her on even more. By the time she finished the job, even her toes wanted Dave. She wanted, she wanted to… She rather shook her head and hurried home. She quickly nodded - luckily Dave wasn’t there yet, so she quickly cleaned up her place a bit, undressed, and stepped under the shower to wash down the job’s dirt from her body.

Dave didn’t want to hurry. He was practical – he took Jen back to the hotel, they chatted about the evening then Dave said that someone called with business issues and that he’ll be back soon. So after a few minutes he already knocked on Anita’s door in the very same black outfit he has been wearing during that night.

Anita knew who it was so she didn’t think too much how to dress up. Her body was still wet from the shower and her hair got wavy from the water. She had just a white towel around her body as she walked to the door and after checking if the visitor was really whom she expected, she opened the door, grabbed his suit and pulled him inside by it, pressing her hungry lips on his.

“Are you this hungry?” Dave asked when he could breathe again, but he already pulled down her towel.

“What do you think?” she grabbed one of his hands and led it on her already wet and hot pussy.

Dave just growled and two of his fingers penetrated her right away.

“Fuck me Dave! I beg you! Fuck me!” she moaned as she grabbed Dave’s shoulder with one hand, picking up the rhythm of the long fingers, while her free hand tried to unbutton his suit.

“I will, hon, you can be sure about that! Your little blonde prince won’t even recognize you!” Dave answered then pushed her down on a nearby table. He turned her around and went on with exciting her while he started biting her shoulder.

“Oh yes, geez! That’s it! Give me more!” she whined and opened her legs even wider for him. She wanted him so badly!

“You’ll get it, you’ll get it” Dave moaned while he quickly got rid off his jacket, pants and underpants. Finally he turned her around again and gave his rock-hard cock into her hand “You want this?”

“Yes!!!” she moaned and fell onto her knees without asking. She greedily put her lips around his hardness. She went insane from its taste…

Dave’s long fingers were already pulling on the girl’s hair and he pushed her head on his shaft with a little more power, forcing her to swallow him deeper. Anita was working on the venous member eagerly. She glimpsed up time after time, because she loved watching the pleasure on Dave’s face and his quiet pants and moans made her just even wetter. He enjoyed the situation until he could bear it anymore and he dragged her up from the floor, pushed her violently against the table and with a quick and swift move he was already inside of her. He could feel that she wasn’t fully prepared for this yet – her grip on him was so fucking tight that he had to groan. Anita screamed from the pain and pleasure as she held on to the edge of the table. She loved when someone fucked her from behind.

 “How do you want it, bitch?”

“In the first round… fuck me from behind and grab me! The way… ah… I love it…” she moaned after a stronger thrust.

“As you wish” Dave answered and started fucking her with feral lust. He reached forward to play with her breasts too while his teeth were tearing the skin along her spine.

She couldn’t stop moaning and screaming as the sharp teeth broke her skin while the rock-hard cock was sliding in and out of her unstoppable. “More! Harder!” she screamed totally lost in her pleasures.

“As you wish” he repeated and the quick, harder pace came with it too. The table was moving forward slowly from the mind-blowing tempo.

Anita wouldn’t have been able to name the sounds that left her throat. She felt that the bites on her back were burning from the water and sweat, but she didn’t care. “My clit!!!” she threw her head back and moaned from the depths of her throat as she felt her orgasm build up quickly. And Dave fulfilled her wish, letting her come. Her whole body tensed from her orgasm which shot through her. Her inner-muscles started a wild dance on Dave’s cock.

But he stopped himself and didn’t come yet. He slid out of her, picked up his tie and dragged her with him to the bedroom. When they got there he pushed her down on the bed.

“Do you have razorblades?” he asked.

“Why?” she asked still a bit confused from her previous climax.

“What’d you say to some nice lines?” he smiled darkly.

“You want to cut me?” she looked up at him a bit unsure while Dave tied her up in a professional and proficient way. She tried her wrists but she couldn’t move an inch.

“Oh yes. I want your blood.”

“They’re next to the washbasin, in the top case of the commode. But… don’t cut too deep, I don’t want permanent scars” she swallowed hard.

“I’ll try my best” then he walked into the given direction just to come back with the item he was looking for. He crawled over her and whispered into her mouth “Are you ready?”

“I’m not sure…”

“If you don’t want it, just tell me” Dave said and honest worry glistened in his eyes.

Anita took a deep breath and looked deep into his eyes. It’s just a question of trust. Does she trust Dave enough to take this step with him? As she watched the dark glistening eyes and discovered the worry in them she calmed down a bit and finally she nodded.

But Dave put the blade aside. He knew that it’d be too soon yet to start it – and quite painful too. He rather started gently stroking and kissing Anita’s body wherever he could reach her. She appreciated his efforts. She knew that he put the razorblade aside to prepare her for the next minutes and with a sigh she slowly let her worries go and let her senses to be filled with the awakening desires in her body. Dave played gently with one of her nipples and his long fingers found their way back between her thighs. They got slowly closer and closer to their goal, stroking her sensitive skin. She opened her legs wider without noticing it and she moaned at the ceiling from the soft bites on her nipple. She started to want him badly again. His fingers finally reached their goal and they slowly completely disappeared in her wet channel. First they moved gently then he accelerated the pace. Anita moved her hips to the rhythm of Dave’s fingers as she sank deeper and deeper into her pleasures. He pampered her further – getting fiercer and fiercer. He knew that she was already somewhere else as she panted and moaned loudly, sometimes breathing his name. With his free hand he reached for the razorblade and drew a long line on one of her breasts.

She moaned in surprise, but her moan was lustful from the pain then she felt Dave’s soft tongue lick sensuously along the wound. Her knees went weak as she lifted her head, bit her lower-lip and watched him doing so. He leant to the soft lips and pressed a kiss on them while he cut again and again. She moaned or sighed into Dave’s bloody mouth with every cut. She got turned on more and more from this little game. She felt that her own wetness made the sheet under her wet.

Dave lost control from the smell and taste of blood. He slowly cut deeper into her soft tummy and drank her blood like a drunken werewolf, while his fingers didn’t stop moving either.

“I want your dick!” she moaned as her eyes rolled back into her head, enjoying this dirty sex with her lover more and more.

“You’ll get it” Dave rattled and rammed into her right away. He was bathing in his pleasures, his arms were shaking from his own weight, his back strained from the strong moves and his muscles danced under his tattooed skin as the sweat drops started their way downwards on the surface, obeying to the force of gravity. Loud, deep moans filled the room as Dave’s strong voice broke out from his lungs.

“Cut me… more!” she screamed and didn’t care that her chest, tummy and thighs started to bleed from more and more cuts. She went crazy from the pain and pleasure, which she’s never felt together on this level.

“As you command” Dave panted and grabbed the blade again, giving her a few more long and deep cuts then he smeared the blood on her skin.

Anita’s muscles tensed from every cut and she gasped for air. She barely felt that at some places the blade went deeper a bit, because she felt that her orgasm was building up quickly, thanks to Dave’s unstoppable thrusts. “Lick it! Lick it, if you wanted my blood!” she moaned when Dave cut the inside of her upper-arm and she saw that her blood started to ooze from the small wound.

Dave went for the fresh blood like a hungry beast goes for fresh meat. He couldn’t get enough from the red liquid, from Anita’s sweet blood. He didn’t let a single drop go to waste, he was very profound.

“I’m nearly… oh my god… I’m nearly!” she panted getting closer and closer. Dave’s tie dug into her wrists painfully, her whole body was shaking and she felt her inner-muscles coming alive. In the next moment her whole body jerked, which caused Dave’s blade go deeper into her outer-thigh once more and she yelled his name loudly into the stuffy silence of the flat.

Soon Dave followed her with an unarticulated feral growl then his muscles relaxed and his arms gave out. He rolled off of her and nuzzled close to her, panting hard. His lover had difficulties with finding her way back from the world of pleasures too, but she didn’t mind it at all. She panted unstoppable towards the ceiling, her eyes still closed, her body shaking like a leaf.

Dave’s breathing got back to normal after a while and he slowly embraced and pulled her closer. “So how was it?” he whispered his question into her ears.

“Amazing…” she swallowed hard, because her throat felt dry from all the panting “But maybe you could untie me, cuz I can barely feel my arms…” she closed her eyes.

“Oh, sorry!” and he quickly and very carefully loosened his tie then he gently rubbed her arms to relax the muscles.

His lover wasn’t able to move an inch. Her whole body hurt. Dave really finished her off. Her wounds hurt, but she wasn’t able to move – not even her little finger. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her slightly paler face to Dave “You killed me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t give you less than a first quality fuck” he grinned widely “But will you be okay? I have to go back soon, but if you cannot move, I can give a call to Martin.”

“You don’t have to” she shook her head slightly. To tell the truth she wasn’t sure about how Mart’d react from the sight of her hacked body. She hoped that they won’t meet until her wounds’ll heal completely. She thought that these wounds are just hers and Dave’s. She wasn’t in the mood to explain this to the blonde musician. “I’ll gather some strength soon and bring some disinfectant and water to clear them” she sighed.

“Leave it, I’ll bring them” Dave said and got up to return with the items and carefully take care of her cuts. When he was ready, he gently kissed Anita one more time. “I have to go back” he said quietly and slowly dressed up.

Anita just gave him a tired nod then a little smile appeared on her swollen lips “Dave!”

“Yes?” he looked up.

“You marked me…”

“This means that a part of you is mine?” he asked with a dark smile.

“Yes, it means that, Dave” she tilted her head to the side as she watched him with her calmly glistening eyes.

“Then you better prepare yourself” he leant to her “because I’ll visit this part of mine often” he said and kissed her one more time.

She giggled and stole another kiss “Off with you, before she’ll miss you too much…”

Dave quickly collected the rest of his stuff and after a “bye” he left the small flat. When he got back to their suite, Jen decided to enjoy what her husband can give her. Dave couldn’t do anything else, he gave her what she wanted then after a long while, when his wife rested her head on his chest in her sleep, hugging him, a thought got stuck in his mind. He would be much happier if he could lie in another woman’s bed, whom he had to leave there. And from this he felt like a filthy bastard…

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The days passed by quickly and Anita was about to leave for Santa Barbara to see Martin. She was a bit nervous, because although her wounds healed, the deeper ones left scars and now these ran on her skin like white stripes. She didn’t mind them, but she felt that Mart won’t be that happy about them. Although the blonde man rarely showed, he was quite protective over his “territory” and she suspected that there are some things that he wouldn’t take not even from Dave, if these things concerned her. She wasn’t happy about it at all. She didn’t want the boys to debate because of her, or ruin the relationship between them. But the scars were too prominent so she couldn’t hide them. There was nothing to do, she had to go.

Martin was waiting for Anita at the airport – he couldn’t stay at home, because he hasn’t seen her in the last few weeks. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He got used to it that sometimes the weather could be quite hot in Santa Barbara. This is why people can see him on tour often wearing sweaters or leather-jackets. Sometimes Andy and the guys joshed with him using the ‘frosty saint’ nickname on him, but this never bothered him. But now he was getting inpatient and decided to go inside to look at the display. As he thought: 15 minutes delay. He sighed then adjusted his sunglasses and sat down into one of the plastic chairs. He ran his fingers through his blonde curls as he checked his watch in every minute, waiting for Anita.

The huge plane touched the ground as it landed with a small dump. Anita stood up, took her bag from over her head and headed out from the plane. As she stepped out of it, the hot air hit her, but she started to get used to it. In the terminal she soon noticed her love and within seconds she forgot her worries and ended up in his arms. Martin kissed her for long minutes. He liked these first minutes after not seeing the woman he loved for a while and he greeted her with his long kisses, putting his arms around her.

“I’ve missed you” he whispered quietly into the black hair.

“I’ve missed you too” she hugged her tightly then soon they were on their way to the well-known black car to go home. Stepping into the house she didn’t have to wait for long to him to express that his top priority was now the bedroom.

Martin ate up the full lips hungrily and he already took her bag away from her just to let it fall on the ground, taking her face between his hands, pulling her gently towards the bedroom, not even breaking their kiss “I want to make love to you” he whispered onto the soft lips while his hands were already grabbing her round butt.

She couldn’t help herself – from this sentence she melted into her shoes, not being able to resist him. She just let him lead her. Soon they were standing in the master-bedroom, in front of the huge bed and Martin didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He pushed her down on the bed right away. After a long kiss he sat up to kick down his shoes and take off her sandals too with a little smile in the corner of his lips. Then he took off his lightly sweaty T-shirt, tossing it on the floor. He leant over her again to go on with the battle of their kisses. One of his hands tugged up her tank top impatiently. She panted the same way from her rising desires, which washed over her body in waves. She wanted more so her hands were already loosening his belt.

He was a slave of his desires as he got lost in her eyes and pulled down her top. Not paying too much attention he started kissing the sensitive neck, going slowly downwards.  But when he felt something strange under his lips, he opened his eyes and looked at the thing that broke the perfect softness of her skin. Suddenly he froze from the sight.

She was about to ask but then she looked down as well. And then she realized that her fears came true. For a few moments she could hear just Mart’s ragged breaths as he stared at the remained scars, which crisscrossed her white skin without any order. He pulled back a bit as he sat up and saw that the scars went on on her tummy. “What the fuck…? Who did this to you?” he looked at her shocked and worried “Did someone attack you?! Why didn’t you tell? Did you call the police?”

“No. Mart, no one has attacked me” Anita answered and sat up.

“Then what…?” he checked her skin once again confused then he slid one of his hands onto her face to look into her eyes “Baby, did you do this to yourself? Something has happened?”

“No, it wasn’t me.”

“Then who? I don’t get it… Please, tell me!” he asked softly.

She closed her eyes while she sighed. She felt that it’ll cause trouble. She quietly said “Dave…”

Martin couldn’t say a word and his hand fell back from her face onto his lap right away. The silence started to get annoyingly long as his eyes turned colder and darker with every minute. None of the previous passion could be found in them anymore. Anita was afraid as she looked into the dark eyes while she tried to seem as small as possible and prepare for the worst.

“Go on!” came his words like a lash.

“Well… well…” she stuttered. Look into his eyes! Look into his eyes! But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bear the angry gaze so she rather looked at the sheet “He was there at the party where my last job was. He was there…”

“And?” came the next quiet but ice-cold question from the motionless man.

“Then… then later he came up… came up to me.”

“I assume he fucked you.”

“Don’t say it like this!” she broke out and she forced her tears back from the hard tone he used “You know him! You know how he is!”

“Yes, I know it exactly! And he knows me too! He knows…” he hissed “He knows how much I can protect what is mine…” he stood up not to let his anger explode next to her. To tell the truth he couldn’t look at her in that moment. “It’s not that he fucked you…” he couldn’t use another word for this because he knew that it had to be like that – brutal and wild sex “… but that he started cutting you too!” his voice shook with every word from the anger he felt.

“Me too?” Anita looked at him with glistening eyes.

“Dave had a period when… he liked cutting himself and it just turned him on even more when he could cut his actual girlfriends…” he hissed and needed all of his strength not to lose control “He MARKED them to himself…”

“Marke… No! I belong to you, not to him! Please! I swear!” she cried out, tears flowing from her eyes.

Martin laughed bitterly and shook his head then he folded his arms in front of his chest and stepped to the window. A few veins on his forehead were throbbing quickly from his anger.

“Martin, please! Please!” she stood up and stumbled to the blonde man, touching his arm “Don’t treat me like this!”

“You have no idea…” he started, but he rather took a deep breath “That fucking bastard…” he growled and the air around him nearly sparkled from his anger.

“How can you say something like this? You love him on your own way!”

“Don’t you understand it?!” he burst out and suddenly turned to her. The room echoed his angry voice “He can NEVER get enough!! He always wants more! And he’ll get what he wants! And now he wants you! He marked you! You gave a piece of you to him! DIDN’T YOU?!” he grabbed her upper-arms firmly.

“Let me go! It hurts!!” she sobbed, her tears flowing unstoppable.

“First answer me!! AM I RIGHT?!” he shook her.

“No… I don’t want… no… let me go! Let me go, please!”

Martin let her go without a word, but so suddenly that she fell on the floor and in the next moment the door bang shut behind him.

Like a helpless lion in his cage he paced on the corridor, sometimes hitting the wall with his fist and cursing loudly. He had to calm down a bit physically before he’d do anything. After a few minutes he opened the door and seeing her sobbing on the floor he walked to her.

Anita pulled towards the wall immediately “Please, don’t hurt me!” she whined.

“I won’t hurt you!” Martin’s face softened and went on his knees in front of her. Then he hugged her and pulled her close to him “I’m not angry at you, cuz you knew nothing about this. It’s my fault… I wanted him to… you…” his voice failed him “Please don’t be mad at me! I scared you. I’m a fool” he mumbled on a very sad tone into her black and fragrant hair.

Anita was still shocked and couldn’t really think, she was just fighting for air thanks to the suffocating effect of her crying. She didn’t really notice that Martin hugged her, she just went on with shaking.

“I’m sorry, honey” he said then loosened his embrace to caress her tear-stained face and look into the red eyes “Anita, my love, look at me!” he asked gently.

She needed a few minutes until her eyes cleared up and she could focus on Martin.

“Listen, baby” he looked at her seriously and stroked out her hair from her face “I won’t give you to him. You’re mine, you belong to me. You cannot be his! I want you to be mine. I love you, Anita… I love you” his voice failed him again and he pressed a kiss on her lips before burying his face into the fragrant neck, embracing her tightly.

“I don’t want… I don’t want you two to… fight because of me. I don’t want to ruin your relationship! It can’t happen! You cannot love me that much…” she sobbed again. Partly because she wouldn’t be able to bear the thought that the guys became enemies, partly because she heard and processed what Mart said to her.

“Shhh… everything’ll be alright, baby. I’ll take care of everything, don’t you worry…” he tried to calm her then he rather lifted her up and took her to the bed to gently lay her down. He lay next to her too and pulled her close “You’re mine, Anita, no one else can have you.”

She didn’t answer just smiled faintly while the last few teardrops ran into the mattress. Then she slowly fell asleep from the shock.

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