#marking kink

The spotlight came to life as Pierrot bowed, his show starting. Knives flew in the air gracefully hitting each target perfectly. Your eyes stayed on him, refusing to tear your eyes from his impressive form even as you picked up on the voices behind you that were barely audible below the music. Two girls whispered and giggled to each other, their conversation becoming more and more lewd as they eyed Pierrot. You unconsciously grip the fabric of your jeans, your heart tugging in a way that makes your blood boil.

As Pierrots eyes found their way to you, you barely catch how he stumbles slightly though still hitting the last target. You follow the crowd as the show ends and people filter out of the red tent. You suddenly feel strong arms wrap around you from behind pulling you quickly aside into a dark quiet tent.

“Did…Did I do something wrong, My Monarch? H-Have I upset you? You seemed so angry at my show…”, Pierrot’s voice was distressed, sounding practically near tears.

You felt the cold knife of guilt twist in your stomach. “No, no I'm not angry at you…”, you quickly reassured him, his grip tightening crushing your back to his chest. “Please, My Monarch, tell me what caused such disdain to grace your lovely features…I will ensure personally that it shall never disturb your happiness again…”, he nuzzled his face in your hair sounding relieved. “I…I heard some girls talking about you during your show…I guess I got a little…jealous.”, you mumbled your face burning in embarrassment as you admitted it.

He’s quiet for a moment before lifting you by the waist and sets you down on a small table leaning down slightly to be eye level with you as he begins to remove the ruffle around his neck. “I’ve marked you as mine so many times…”, he gently traces the fading bite mark on your neck. “And yet I never thought of giving you the same peace of mind…Allow me to correct this mistake.”, finally tossing aside his neck ruffle he guides your head gently to where his neck met his jaw, a spot high enough to be seen above his uniform. “There you are My Monarch, mark me as yours I have marked you as mine~”, his voice a low growl. 

You swallowed hard before gently biting his neck. “My Monarch, you'll have to bite harder than that to truly leave your mark~”, his hand resting on the back of your head, you bit harder. “Harder…”, he practically growled, you obeyed your mouth tasting a mix of metallic and something else you couldn't quite tell as you finally pulled away panting softly. 

His hand came up to your face wiping his blood across your lips like a macabre lipstick with his thumb. “I belong to you, and only you My Beloved Monarch.”