Later That Night

'I AM SO FUCKING WASTED!'

'THIS HAS BEEN THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE!'

'I HAVEN'T DRANK THAT MUCH IN A LONG-ASS TIME!'

'I WANNA STRIP!'

'Rebecca, please keep your dress on…'

The five girls had finished their dinner. Emily, myself, Isabelle, and Angelica had each had four glasses of wine and they were drunk. Jane was driving us home, trying not to lose her cool as her we drunkenly hooted and hollered around her.

'Holy shit, I am so fucking drunk!' laughed Emily, 'why did I have five glasses of wine?'

'I don't know,' slurred Isabelle, 'maybe it's because we're a bunch of wild bitches like our mothers!'

We drunkenly laughed. Jane shook her head, focusing on the road.

'Oh, my God, you guys…' I slurred between hiccups, 'I'm getting married next year. Can you believe it?'

'You deserve this, Rebecca,' said Angelica, drunkenly patting me on the shoulder, 'Connor's hot!'

'You think so?' I said, 'you think Connor's hot?'

'I know so, girl,' said Angelica, 'he's a very sexy man, Rebecca.'

'But you have Romeo, Angelica,' slurred Emily, 'what about your Papi?'

'Oh, I love my Romeo,' said Angelica, hiccupping, 'I love my Papi. The man's got some hot-ass hip action. He's been helping me teach. Oh, my Lord, my students love him!'

'Look at you!' giggled Isabelle, 'get it, girl! Get it!'

'My baby sister's getting married,' said Emily, suppressing a burp, 'I knew it was only a matter of time until Connor proposed to her.'

'I wasn't expecting it,' I said, 'I love him, you know. I love him a lot.'

'Well, you're gonna have a magical wedding, girl,' said Isabelle, patting Rebecca on the back, 'Emily's gonna plan your wedding, right?'

'Yeah, she is,' I said, drunkenly grinning at my mirror, 'she's gonna make sure my wedding is gonna be absolutely fucking magical.'

'Because you're my baby sister,' said Emily, kissing me on the forehead, 'you're my baby sister and I love you.'

'Look at all this sibling love!' said Jane, 'I love this!'

Just then, the song on Jane's iPod decided to play a joke on her. Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi began playing, and when we're drunk, we like to sing that song. Loud.

'Oh, my God!' said Angelica, 'is that Bon Jovi?'

'Livin' On A Prayer,' said Jane, 'why?'

'TURN IT UP!' said Isabelle, 'TURN IT UP!'

Jane sighed. She turned the music up. We rolled their windows down and sang louder than we have ever sang before.

Once upon a time not so long ago…

Tommy used to work on the docks

Union's been on strike

He's down on his luck, it's tough

So tough

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man, she brings home her pay for love

For love

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Ohh, we're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Tommy's got his six string in hock

Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk so tough

It's tough

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night Tommy whispers baby it's okay

Someday

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Ohh, we're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!

We've got to hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when it's all that you've got

Ohh, we're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Ohh, we're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer!

The song faded out. We laughed and hollered, high-fiving each other.

'THAT WAS AWESOME, LADIES!' hooted Isabelle, 'ABSOLUTELY AWESOME!'

Jane sighed and pulled into the driveway. Emily opened her door, almost face planting onto the pavement as she stepped out of the Hummer.

'Oopsies!' she giggled, 'I almost fell!'

Jane scoffed. She stalked off into the mansion and straight down to the dungeon to go see Michael.

'Whoa!' said Angelica, 'what crawled inside her and died?'

'I think we embarrassed her,' said Isabelle, 'we're drunk, we're rowdy, and she's…Straight-Edge.'

'Ohh, she'll get over it,' said Emily, half-scoffing, 'this isn't the worst that we've been.'

'We'll apologize later when she's cooled off,' I said, 'I wonder if my handsome prince is awake.'

Everyone watched as I drunkenly stumbled up to the front door. I almost fell as I turned the knob, giggling all the while. Finally, I managed to open the door. I walked in, hollering for my fiance.

'CONNOR!' I called, 'CONNOR ADAM! WHERE ARE YOU?'

Silence. Complete silence. I frowned. I tried again.

'CONNOR!' I called, 'CONNOR, I'M HOME!'

Still silence. I growled, stumbling towards the living room.

'Connor Adam MacManus, I swear to God, I am going to…oh…'

'Rebecca?' called Emily, stumbling towards the living room, 'Rebecca, what are you…? Holy crow…'

'What's going on?' called Isabelle, 'what's wrong?'

Emily and I stood in the entrance of the living room. Their eyes were locked on the fireplace, just staring in complete awe.

'Girls?' called Angelica, 'why aren't you…hello…'

There, lying on the tiger rug in front of a roaring fire, was Connor. He was wearing nothing but a loin cloth. He was holding a spear. He looked between the four girls, a smug smirk slowly beginning to spread across his lips.

'Welcome home, girls,' he purred seductively, 'did you have a nice night?'

I blinked furiously, rubbing my eyes. I'm dreaming. My fiance is dressed as fucking Tarzan. What the fuck.

'Connor…' slurred Angelica, 'why are you dressed like Tarzan?'

'I just thought I do something sexy for my Jungle Princess when she got home,' said Connor, his eyes locked on mine, 'I wasn't expecting her to come home drunk.'

'Me?' I slurred, pointing to myself, 'please! I'm not that drunk!'

'I beg ta differ, love,' said Connor, raising his eyebrows at me, 'ye look like yer about ta fall, babe.'

'I'm fine!' I said, 'don't worry about me!'

Connor chuckled. He looked at me, then Emily, then Isabelle, then Angelica.

'Yer mates are awake,' he said, 'now if you'll excuse me…'

I watched as Connor walked over to me. His loin cloth barely covered his undercarriage, and I could have sworn I saw his dick. I squealed with laughter as he scooped me up, slinging me over his shoulder. He smiled at my sister and my cousins.

'I got a girl ta take care o'.'

Emily, Angelica, and Isabelle watched as Connor carried me up the stairs. There was a trail of fake leaves leading up to our bedroom. What was going on?

'Connor…' I mumbled, suppressing a burp, 'what are you doing? Why are there leaves? What did you do?'

Connor stopped in front of our bedroom door. He placed me on my feet. He looked at me, grinning.

'Welcome to the jungle.'

Connor opened the door. I gasped.

'Oh!'

The whole entire room was decorated like it was a jungle. There were trees, leaves, stuffed animals, and animal print everywhere. I was in awe.

'So…' said Connor, 'what do ye think?'

I slowly walked into the room, stumbling slightly. There was candles, pine-scented incents and soft music playing in the background. I slipped, nearly falling forwards. Connor rushed up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me steady.

'Here,' he said, 'let me show ye.'

Connor scooped me up in his arms and carried me around the room. I smiled like a child at Disneyland as I looked at all the animals. Connor Adam MacManus, you are a fucking genius.

'Connor…' I slurred as I touched the tiger fur, 'this is so…'

My sentence was rudely interrupted. I let out the longest, loudest belch that I have ever let out. Connor cringed.

'Jesus, Rebecca!' he said, putting me down and waving his hand in front of his face, 'wine breath!'

I blushed slightly. I've been suppressing my burps all night. I guess that was the end result.

'I'm sorry,' I said sheepishly, 'I've been trying not to burp all night.'

Connor laughed. He grabbed my left leg, picking me up. I wrapped my arms around Connor's neck, smiling at him.

'Yer hair's still curled,' said Connor as he carried me over to our bed, 'how did ye manage that?'

I looked at Connor. I raised my eyebrows.

'Connor…' she said, 'I may be drunk, but my hair isn't.'

Connor laughed.

I rested my head on Connor's shoulder as he gently placed me down against the sheets. He changed them from the regular satin to tiger fur. It felt nice.

'Wow…' I said, touching the sheets, 'this is so soft…'

'Yer Da gave this ta me,' said Connor, 'I thought I'd break it out an' do a little Tarzan an' Jane play.'

I smiled.

'Well, this was very sweet of you,' I said, 'you know this is one of my fantasies.'

'I remember,' said Connor, stroking my hair, 'ye told me all about 'em an' I promised I'd do 'em wit' ye. An' here ye are.'

I smiled up at my fiancé. Then, suddenly, I burst into a massive giggle fit.

'What?' said Connor, looking very confused, 'why are ye laughing?'

'I am so fucking drunk!' I cackled, rolling around in the sheets, 'wine makes me crazy!'

Connor laughed as I continued to roll myself into a cocoon in the sheets. I was still in my dress and I had long since taken my tiara off.

'Wee!' I said, rolling around some more, 'I'm a rolling pin!'

Connor threw his head back and laughed. I'm the funny drunk. It runs in my family. But when it comes to drinking wine, oh dear.

'These sheets are so soft!' I giggled, 'Daddy gets real fur! I don't approve of it, but ahh, this is so fucking soft!'

Connor reached out and grabbed me. He un-ravelled me from my cocoon, pulling me onto his lap.

'Alright, Little Miss,' he said in a seductive manner, 'I think it's time that I get ye out o' this dress.'

I watched as Connor slowly reached around and grabbed the zipper of my dress. He pulled it gently, slowly pulling downwards. Finally, he managed to unzip it. He lay me down on my back, grinning at me.

'This dress is very beautiful,' he said, 'but I think that it would look much more beautiful on the floor.'

I laughed loudly. I covered my face with my hands, pressing my lips together to suppress my laughter.

Connor slowly peeled the dress off of me, revealing my red lace bra and thong. His eyes danced with lust and passion as he stared at my bare body as he gently set my dress onto the floor.

'Look at ye,' he whispered, 'yer tha definition o' beauty an' grace.'

I opened my mouth, ready to retort, then I belched again. Loud. I giggled, clapping my hands over my mouth.

'Excuse me,' I said, sniggering slightly.

'Okay…' said Connor, 'beauty…'

I frowned at my fiancé. Then, I nudged his cheek with my foot, smiling at him like a five-year-old.

'Yer adorable,' said Connor, rubbing my leg, 'ye know that?'

'Even though I'm drunk?' I said.

'Even though yer drunk,' smiled Connor.

I smiled at Connor. The music played gently in the background, the candles casting a glow on our skin. I recognized the music, too.

'Oh!' I gasped, 'this is the orchestrated version of the Forest Temple music!'

'Murphy suggested it,' said Connor, 'it gives ye tha feelin' that yer in tha middle o' tha jungle, just bein' treated like tha Goddess that ye are.'

'I'm not a Goddess,' I said, 'I'm too drunk.'

'Even Goddesses get drunk every now an' then, love,' said Connor.

I stuck my tongue out at Connor. Connor chuckled. Then, he smirked.

'Alright,' he said, 'enough fuckin' around. I'm about ta make yer inner Goddess roar.'

'You better get to it, Tarzan,' I teased, 'you don't wanna disappoint me, your beloved Jane, do you?'

Connor laughed. He reached over into the bedside table, grabbing a coil of black rope. He looked at me, his eyes locking onto my wrists.

'Alright,' he said, 'ye know tha drill. Put yer wrists to tha bedposts.'

I obeyed. I placed my wrists to the bedposts, watching Connor's every move. Slowly, he took some of the rope and tied my wrists together. He double-knotted it, the rope digging into my skin. I don't mind pain. I'm used to it, and when Connor inflicts it on me, I love it.

'Look at ye,' said Connor, grinning deviously, 'ye look so pretty when yer tied up an' helpless against me.'

'I can take you,' I teased, 'I've fought guys twice your size in high school.'

'Aye,' said Connor, 'tha' may be true, but ye haven't been able ta wrestle yer way out o' yer ties, have ye?'

Connor playfully tugged on the rope that adorned my wrists. They were tied tight enough that they dug into my wrists. I'm gonna have a badass case of rope burn when he's through with me, I just know it. But there's a twist. I'm a masochist. Pain gives me pleasure, unless it's inflicted on me out of spite and anger. If it's sexual pain, then bring it the fuck on.

'I probably will one day,' I said cooly, 'you never know.'

Connor laughed. His eyes danced, burning with intense lust and pleasure as if he was taunting me.

'Until tha' day comes, yer powerless against me,' he said, 'yer nothin' but a prisoner against my power, my charm. I know ye, Rebecca. Ye like it when I dominate you, when I inflict pain on ye. Yer a masochist, Rebecca Jane.'

I gasped. How did he know that? I never told him about my secret love for sexual pain. Someone must have spilled.

'How did you…?' I began.

'Shh…' whispered Connor, pressing his finger against my lips, 'tha' doesn't matter righ' now, love. What matters righ' now is tha' I punish ye. Properly.'

A small whimper escaped from my lips. Connor leaned in slowly towards me, pressing his lips to my neck.

'Mmm…' whispered Connor, 'ye smell good.'

'You bought me this perfume,' I said, suppressing a shudder, 'for our one-year.'

Connor chuckled. The hair on my arms stood on end as his hot breath tickled my skin.

Slowly, Connor wrapped his arms around my back. With one hand, he un-hooked my bra, peeling it off. He held it in his hand, a look of disgust on his face as he stared at the black lace.

'Bras,' he snorted, 'ye know that I hate these things.'

'But I have to wear them,' I said, 'I can't go around braless with other men around.'

'Ye know tha rule, Rebecca,' hissed Connor, tossing the bra aside like it was a tarantula, 'no bras, no matter what.'

'I'm sorry, sir,' I said, 'I'm so very sorry.'

'Ye can be such a rebel,' said Connor, 'always breakin' tha rules, ye are.'

'You're one to talk,' I said smoothly, 'you're the one who goes around killing people like it's legal.'

Connor growled. He slapped me across the face. Hard.

'DON'T YE TALK BACK TA ME LIKE THAT!' he roared, angrily pointing a finger at me, 'EVER!'

I panted as the sting of Connor's slap faded. I welcomed the sting, allowing the pain fuel me, giving me pleasure.

'Ye like it when I slap ye?' hissed Connor, slapping me again, 'do ye?'

A small moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. Connor slapped me again, harder this time. The sound of the slap bounced off the walls, echoing around the room. Tears of pleasure stung my eyes. I welcomed the strikes and the pain as it sent fire through my heart, pumping adrenaline through my veins. I know he can do better than this.

'Yer a slut,' snarled Connor, slapping me again, 'a filthy little mutt.'

'Yes, sir,' I whispered, waiting for Connor to strike me again, 'yes, sir.'

Connor glared at me. He lowered his hand, just staring. He opened his bedside table and pulled out his leather belt. I knew what was coming next.

'Ye see this?' said Connor, brandishing the belt, 'ye see it?'

'I see it,' I said, squirming slightly, 'I see it.'

'Ye know what I'm gonna do wit' this?' said Connor menacingly.

'You're gonna hit me with it,' I whispered, 'you're gonna punish me.'

Connor laughed deviously. His laughter sent chills throughout my body. I shivered as he slapped the leather belt in his hands menacingly, knowing what was coming.

'Alright,' said Connor in a cold tone, 'I'm gonna un-tie ye, but I'll be puttin' ye on yer hands an' knees then tie yer hands back up an' I'm gonna spank ye so hard ye won't be able ta sit down fer a month.'

'Yes, sir,' I whispered.

Connor reached up and un-tied my wrists. I balled my hands, cringing against the pain as the blood began to rush back into my fingers. Connor's eyes danced with a demonic fire as he watched me, his dominant side coming into full play.

'Come here,' snarled Connor, grabbing me by the hips, 'roll over.'

I obeyed. I rolled over onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. Connor grabbed my wrists, tying them behind my back. I struggled to keep my balance, my hands being one of the key elements in keeping me up-right when I'm in doggy-style.

Connor slowly ran his hands over my ass. I still had my panties on. Soon enough, they'd either be off on the floor or ripped to shreds.

'Ye have a really nice ass,' purred Connor as he continued to run his hands over my cheeks, 'it's gonna look even nicer when it's all covered in bruises from yer punishment.'

I turned away from Connor, whispering to myself in French. Connor's relentless when he's in his dominant stage, and when he gets that belt out, well, it's game on.

Connor whipped the belt fiercely against the bed, threatening me. I had to beg for mercy, and I'm not the kind of girl who will beg for mercy. I'm tough. I can take it.

Connor held the belt in his hands. Slowly, he peeled off my thong, putting it around my ankles. He leaned in and kissed both of my ass cheeks before drawing back and whipping me with the belt. I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Connor laughed.

'OH, YEAH!' he hooted, whipping me again, 'THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT! SCREAM, BITCH! SCREAM!'

I let out another loud cry as Connor whipped me, harder this time. Each strike of the leather belt sent fire through my body, adrenaline coursing through my blood, sending me into overload.

'YER A WHORE!' growled Connor, whipping me harder, 'YER A MONGREL! SCUM!'

I cried out as Connor whipped me, over and over. Tears stung my eyes as each lash brought me more pleasure as the pain set into my skin. I knew my ass was bright red and I would be covered in bruises tomorrow. Connor's powerful, and he knows how to use it.

Connor whipped me one last time before tossing the belt onto the floor. He reached for one of the candles, holding it over my bare back.

'This is gonna be a bit hot,' he said in a cold tone, 'brace yerself, love.'

I whimpered as Connor slowly tipped the candle. I gasped as the hot wax came in contact with my skin. It hurt, but as a masochist, I loved the pain. Every bit of it.

'Look at ye,' said Connor, dripping more wax on my back, 'yer not cryin' or nothin'. Looks like I got myself a tough cookie.'

'I've gone through worse, big boy,' I said, 'I've been beaten, raped, starved, and addicted to cocaine. Getting candle wax poured on my back is fucking child's play.'

Connor placed the candle back where it was before. He looked at me, his eyes full of lust.

'I think tonight may be tha night that I finally make ye scream mercy,' he teased, 'yer a tough one. I throw out my hardest slaps an' whips yet ye don' give up.'

'Like I said,' I said, 'cocaine addiction, beaten, raped, and starved. This is nothing.'

Connor laughed.

'What are you gonna do to me, Tarzan?' I teased, wiggling my ass, 'are you gonna make tough little Jane scream mercy?'

'Yer damn fuckin' right I am,' said Connor, 'ye better fuckin' believe I am.'

'Do it,' I said, 'take off that loin cloth. Make me scream. Give me your best shot.'

Connor threw his head back and laughed. I loved egging him on, and by the sounds of his laughter, he was enjoying it.

'Oh, Rebecca!' he said, 'oh, you're just too amazing!'

I looked up at Connor. My eyes glowed in the candlelight, my heart pumping pure fire and adrenaline through my veins.

'Come on, Tarzan,' I said, 'make Jane scream mercy. Make the tough girl scream mercy.'

Connor smirked.

'I hope yer ready, Jane,' he said coldly.

'I'm beyond ready,' I said, 'give it to me.'

Connor positioned himself behind me. He peeled off his loin cloth, his cock just inches away from my pussy. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head up, pressing his lips to my ear.

'Yer about ta be punished fer bein' such a naughty little girl, Jane,' he hissed, 'ye know I don' allow drinkin' in my jungle.'

'I'm sorry, Tarzan,' I whispered, 'I'm ever-so-sorry.'

Connor shoved my head against the pillows. He grabbed my hips, sliding his cock deep into my pussy. I let out a low purr as he slid his cock in and out, in and out, in and out, slowly but surely. He likes to start off slow then proceed to go faster. He's hell-bent on making me scream mercy, but it won't be happening.

'Oh, Tarzan…' I moaned, 'yes…'

'Yer a bad girl, Jane,' said Connor, spanking me, 'yer a very bad girl. Always breakin' tha rules. Why do ye do this ta me, Jane?'

'I'm a rebel, Tarzan,' I teased, 'I've never obeyed the rules.'

'Well, yer wit' me now,' said Connor, spanking me again before digging his nails into my hips, 'an' yer rebel days are over, my sweet.'

I laughed. I rested my head on the pillow, the fur tickling my cheek as Connor continued to thrust into me, his cock going in deeper and deeper with each thrust of his mighty hips.

'Oh, Tarzan…' I moaned, 'Tarzan…'

'Take my cock, Jane,' said Connor, pulling me in closer to him, 'all of it.'

'I can take it,' I said, backing my ass up a bit to make Connor's cock go in deeper, 'this isn't your best, Tarzan. Come on, now.'

Connor laughed. He thrusted harder, going in deeper inside of my pussy. I let out a loud moan as his skin hit the forming bruises on my ass with his hips.

'Looks like yer ass is brusin' already,' teased Connor, tracing where he hit me with his fingers, 'does it hurt?'

I snorted.

'Come on, Tarzan,' I said, wiggling my ass, 'you know me. I love pain.'

Connor smirked. He slapped my bruises. Hard. I let out a cry of pleasure, the sting of the slap sending fire through my body.

'Did that feel good?' said Connor, hitting me again, 'did it?'

'You know me too well,' I said as Connor struck me again, 'you know how to push my buttons.'

'Yer like me in a lot o' ways, my love,' said Connor, striking me again, 'that's why I know ye so well.'

I laughed. Everyone always says that Connor and I are a lot alike, only I'm female and French instead of male and Irish.

Connor grabbed the back of my neck fiercely, pinning me against the pillows. I let out a gasp of pleasure as he thrusted harder, faster. This was gonna get interesting. Fast.

'Tarzan…' I moaned, 'what has gotten into you? You're more aggressive than normal.'

'Maybe it's because my love vessel broke tha rules again,' said Connor, pushing me further into the pillows, 'ye know I can only take so much o' yer rebellious ways fer so long until I snap, Jane.'

'Aww…' I teased, 'is Tarzan butt hurt because he's not allowed to have any fun?'

Connor snarled. He slapped me across the face. I suppressed a giggle. I got him.

'Don't ye sass me, woman!' growled Connor, 'ever!'

'Aww, Tarzan…' I teased, 'I'm sorry. Sorry you're no fun.'

Connor slapped me again. He tightened his grip on the back of my neck, fucking me harder and harder. I moaned as his hips slapped my bruises, waves of pleasure striking me like lightning.

'Yer nothin' but a pain in tha ass, Jane,' snarled Connor, slapping me again, 'when will ye learn?'

'I don't think I'll ever learn,' I said smoothly, 'I love my punishments.'

Connor rolled his eyes. He let go of my neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling it as hard as he could, yanking my neck back. He thrusted harder now, his cock in as deep as it would go. I moaned loudly.

'Oh, Tarzan…' I moaned, 'yes…oh, God yes…yes…'

'That's it, Jane,' said Connor, kissing my neck, 'say my name. Say it so tha whole jungle hears it.'

I resisted the urge to scream. I was doing so well until Connor decided to go faster. That did it.

'TARZAN!' I moaned, 'TARZAN!'

Connor shoved my head down. He grabbed my neck again, pinning me against the pillows. Hard.

'Say it,' he hissed, 'say mercy.'

'NEVER!' I growled, 'YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME SAY MERCY!'

Connor reached over and grabbed his belt. He whipped me with it as hard as he could. I screamed.

'SAY IT!' roared Connor, 'SAY IT!'

'NO!' I cried, 'NEVER!'

Connor whipped me repeatedly, one strike on each cheek. He was determined to finally make me say mercy, but it was never going to happen.

Connor tossed the belt to the side. He pulled me up, arching my back so it was against his body.

'SAY IT!' he roared, 'SAY MERCY!'

I let out a loud roar of pleasure. I kept calm, not allowing myself to succumb to Connor's wishes.

'NO!' I cried, 'NO!'

Connor growled. He brushed my hair away from my neck. Slowly, he pressed his lips against my skin. Then, suddenly, he bit me. I cried out, as his teeth broke skin. He pulled away, his mouth full of blood.

'Submit,' he hissed, 'yer not as tough as ye say ye are.'

'Wanna fucking bet, Jungle Boy?' I growled.

Connor laughed. He licked the blood from my bite mark, cleaning it before he kissed it gently.

'Ye know I'm willin' ta take chances, love,' he said, 'I'm pretty ambitious.'

I laughed loudly. My husband, the chance-taker.

Connor grunted as he felt his body tense up. He moved my hair, biting me in the exact same spot. I cried out again as I felt him suck the blood from the bite mark.

'Come on, Jungle Boy,' I said, 'cum for Jane.'

Connor moaned. He held me closer to him, his climax building with each thrust and each suck. I reached around, digging my nails deep into Connor's ass.

'Come on,' I encouraged, 'come on, Tarzan. Cum for Jane. Come on.'

Connor grunted. And groaned. And panted. Finally, with a mighty growl, he came. Hard.

I slid myself off of Connor's cock, panting hard. I went lip against the pillows, holding the bite mark. Connor un-tied my wrists, putting the rope back into the bedside table. He turned me on my back, stroking my hair.

'Ye okay, love?' he asked.

I nodded, panting still.

'Yeah,' I said, 'I'm okay.'

Connor watched as I took my hand off the bite mark. My palm was coated in blood. I wrinkled my nose.

'Eww,' I said, 'gross.'

Connor laughed.

'Don' be such a baby,' he teased, handing me a tissue, 'it's just blood.'

'Shut up,' I said, holding the tissue against the mark, 'fuck, that hurt…'

'Sorry, love,' said Connor, kissing the hand that was holding the tissue.

I sighed. I threw out the tissue before walking over to my vanity. I moved my hair over, looking at the still bleeding bite mark.

'Holy shit,' I said as Connor blew out the candles, 'you really did a number on me.'

Connor walked up behind me. He turned me around, tracing the mark with his fingertips.

'I broke skin,' he said, inspecting the mark, 'I never break skin.'

'This is gonna be all bruised tomorrow,' I sighed, 'thank God for concealer.'

Connor sighed. He kissed the bite mark gently before scooping me up in his arms, carrying me towards the bed.

'How's yer ass?' he asked, 'I whipped ye pretty hard.'

'Oh, shit!' I said, 'put me down! I wanna see!'

Connor put me back on my feet. He watched in amusement as I ran to the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door, looking in the long mirror. I turned around and gasped, looking at all the purple and black bruises that adorned my ass cheeks.

'Holy shit, Connor!' I said, 'you didn't just whip me, you fucking punished me.'

'Ye asked fer it,' said Connor, 'so don' blame me.'

I traced each bruise with my fingertips. I've gotten bruises before, but they were never this bad.

'Looks like I won't be sitting down for a while,' I said, 'holy fuck.'

'Looks like yer sobered up,' teased Connor, 'ye were stumbling earlier.'

I snorted.

'Whatever,' I said.

Connor sighed. He walked over to me, a smirk playing across his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. He kissed my nose, stroking my hair.

'Yer beautiful,' he said, 'ye know that?'

'You tell me that every day,' I smiled, 'of course I know that I'm beautiful.'

Connor smiled. He took my face in his hands, kissing me deeply.

'Is breá liom tú,' he whispered against my lips.

'Is breá liom tú,' I whispered back.