Madison's Two Princes

Chapter 9: The Mark

 The next morning, I get up and quickly get dressed. I'm so sore between my legs and not walking normally. I brush my hair and quickly brush my teeth. I throw on a light layer of mascara and some lip gloss. My right hip is hurting this morning and I lift my shirt to investigate. When I look down, I'm reminded of last night's horror. 

*Flashback*

Damien thrusts one more time and grunts loudly. He releases my hair and falls on top of me. He doesn't move to remove himself from me. He begins playing with my hair. "Oh baby, daddy loved that. It was so much better than I had imagined. You are so tight and I fit perfectly inside of you." I start crying silently. Why won't he just leave now? 

Suddenly, Damien shoots up from the bed. "I need to make you mine permanently, there is no way that I can live without this every day. But I obviously can't leave my mark here." He strokes the spot on my neck where my mate's mark is supposed to go. I ache for my mates. I hope they are safe right now. "How can I leave my mark on you Madison?" I'm still thinking about my mates when Damien wraps his hand in my hair and yanks me up. "I know what I need to do. Go get some salt from the kitchen and be quiet, if you wake anyone up, you will regret it."

I jump up and grab a t-shirt to throw on. "NO, go naked. I want to watch that round firm ass walk away." I look at him and lower my head. I try covering my breasts as best as I can. I get to my door and unlock it, I peek my head out the door hoping there are no servants out there. When I see no one, I rush to the kitchen and grab salt out of the cupboard. Looking around to make sure no one is in there, I rush back down the steps to my bedroom. I get to the door and take a deep breath, not wanting to go back in, but I know that I can't stand out here naked and he'll definitely get mad if I take any longer.  Why does he need salt though?

"Ah, baby your back. Good. I've been setting up for the next part of my punishment for you. This is to show anyone who dares to touch you that you already have a master." He moves to the side and I stare at my nightstand in fear. 

"Damien" PUNCH. His fist lands on my stomach and I fall to the ground trying to catch my breath.  "You know what you are supposed to call me in private. I let you get away with earlier when you were begging because it was such a turn on, but NOT anymore."

Trying to catch my breath I managed to squeak out "Daddy." After another small breath, "Daddy, what are you going to do? I'm sorry. I was quiet upstairs, I've done everything you asked. Please don't hurt me further. Please"

"Stop your whining now. I'm a little sick of it and it makes you sound weak. Now, get over here and lay down on your back." I lower my head in defeat and drag my feet over to my bed. "Dam. Daddy, please don't do this. Please." I barely finish the please when I'm punched again in the stomach. Before I can fall to the ground this time, I'm grabbed by my hair and thrown on my bed. Damien uses my torn dress to tie my hands above my head. He then grabs my shredded panties and shoves them in my mouth. Using another piece of my shredded dress, he ties it around my mouth securing the panties in. 

He starts kissing my stomach and moves down towards my core. "This is going to be painful for you, but pleasurable for me. Try not to move too much, or I may have to do it again." I see him take a knife and hold the tip in the flame. I begin struggling against my restraints and he punches me again. "I said hold still bitch." He proceeds to sit on my legs, holding them down. All I can do now is watch and wait. I'm crying at this point and then I feel his member graze my leg and realize it's hard again. Fear makes me freeze completely. 

"Normally a female is marked at the height of her orgasm, during lovemaking with her mate, to help ease the pain of the mark. But since I can't mark you properly, this will have to do." He shoves two fingers inside of my core forcefully. He pulls the knife out of the candle flame and lowers it to my hip. I begin struggling a bit, but Damien pinches my c**t roughly, causing me to stop. 

The knife touches my skin and all I can feel is pain. Damien pumps his two fingers inside me while using his thumb to rub my c**t. Nothing about this feels good. About 5 minutes later, he reaches for the salt. Salt will set whatever he just did. So I start struggling more and more, I can't let him put that salt on me. He puts down the salt and grabs my n****e instead, he begins twisting harshly, causing me to try to yell out. "I love it when your fiesty, baby. But daddy needs to finish. So stop f**king moving. Now." 

I can't stop moving, I can't let him pour that salt on me. So I struggle harder. Damien removes his fingers from inside me and sits on my chest. He holds down my legs and grabs the salt. Before I can do anything else, a searing pain radiates through my body. He got the salt on it. NOOOOO... I quit moving, hoping he's done. Instead, he flips me over onto my stomach, twisting my hands in the restraints. He pulls me up on my knees. 

"You're going to love this baby. I read somewhere that there are thousands of nerve endings back here." He grazes a finger over my back entrance. I tighten my ass cheeks. What is he doing? He can't honestly think that he would fit in there. I start crying uncontrollably as I hear him spit and feel it dripping down my behind. "I can't take this one slow. It's going to hurt at first, but then it'll be better." I leave my body at this point and don't remember anything after. 

When I open my eyes Damien is getting dressed. He walks over and unties my hands. "Clean up your mess. There's blood everywhere." He leans down and kisses my forehead. "Goodnight baby, I'll be dreaming of this all night." He grabs his shirt and leaves. 

*End Flashback*

It's his name. I can't believe he carved his name into my body last night. I run my fingers over the letters. D A M I E N. Trying to control my sobs when I feel more letters. Looking down I realize he also carved M I N E. Why? What did I do to deserve all this? He put salt on it and it definitely won't heal. It's going to be there forever. I'm never going to get it off.  Feeling defeated, I leave my room and head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Not knowing that my day is about to get much worse.