My eyes blink open, and I look over at Mark lying on his back with the sheet pushed down to his stomach. One arm is above his head, and the other across his chest by my teeth marks under his nipple. That was after the shower when he teased me to the point of exhaustion. I didn’t plan to fall asleep, just wanted to rest my eyes, or at least, that is what I told myself, and now I look over at the clock and read the time. It’s 4:17, so I’ve been sleeping for three hours. I slowly get up, the sheet falling from my chest, and I look down and I have my own set of teeth marks from when I rode him. I get out of the bed and tippy toe around to see where my panties ended up and then remember he tore them off. I look over at him as my body feels so relaxed. I bend and pick up my bra and my shirt and then grab a shoe that he tossed over his shoulder. I finally find my shorts at the front door, and I’m shimmying myself into them when I hear him behind me. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is thick with sleep, and I look over at him standing there naked. The light from outside shows me all of him, and his body is sculpted like a god.

“I was going to go home,” I tell him, and then I see him walking toward me.

“It’s four a.m.,” he says and stops in front of me.

“I was trying not to wake you.” My hand goes to his chest.

“Do you know what would have happened if I woke up and found you gone?” he asks, and I tilt my head, waiting for his answer. “You know what? It’s better if I show you,” he says and picks me up, and I gasp. “Definitely more fun to show you,” he says, putting me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His palm meets my ass right away, and the sting shoots through me, and three hours later, I’m a sweaty mess. My ass still stings from all the times he’s smacked me, and then he brought me to the brink of orgasm so many times, I thought I was going to pass out. Even if I wanted to leave right now, I don’t think I would have the energy.

“I can’t move,” I tell him, looking at him as he comes out of the bathroom. “My arm feels like it weighs a hundred pounds.” He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. “Where are you taking me? I swear, Markos, I don’t think I could go another round,” I tell him and then look up at his face. “Okay, maybe one more, but it would have to be quick and not like an hour.”