Hey guys, I am now working on the requests some of y'all sent. I'm a college student so I'll do my best to put them out as soon as I can. I hope you guys enjoy the first of many requested stories. ♥

"Gross, are you buying more of that healthy shit?" You shudder. "(Y/N), They're just pistachios." Mark laughs as he throws them in the basket. "Healthy shit. Why not just get trail mix?" "So you can eat all the m&m's out of it?" He crosses his arms. "It's not my fault they put all that other stuff in it. I mean who really likes raisins?" "I do. Why don't you just buy m&m's then?" "Raisins are the devil's candy, Mark. As a matter of fact, I will go get some m&m's! I'll meet you in the checkout line." You take off walking in the opposite direction to the candy aisle. You see a vast selection of m&m's and you feel your inner child emerge. You immediately pick up a party sized bag of the classic chocolate ones. A gentlemen coming down the aisle greets you. "Good ol' chocolate m&m's a nice choice." He smiles. "I'm not really all about these new ones with like peanut butter, pretzels and all that stuff, ya know." "Yeah, if it's not broke don't fix it." "Exactly." You smiles as you tuck your hair behind your ear. Mark comes down the aisle looking for you. His face looks a little shocked as he sees the gentlemen standing next to you. "(Y/N), did you get lost?" He says sternly. "No, just getting m&m's." "Well then, let's go." He grabs you by the waist and starts walking away. "Have a good day!" The gentlemen says. "You too." You say back. Marks grip on your waist tightens. You ease yourself out of his grip. "Are you good?" Mark stares straight ahead. "I'm great." He says through clenched teeth. "Clearly, you aren't." You cross your arms. "I'd rather talk about this at home. If that's okay with you." He says still not looking at me. What's gotten into him? Is he mad over the m&m's? I know their $8 a bag but, it's so worth it. Why is he treating me like a child? We finish paying for our groceries, load them into the car and drive home. The whole ride home is silent except for soft music playing on the radio. You both carry the bags in the house and place them on the counter. You sigh. "Okay, Mark we're home. Now what's going on with you? Why won't you talk to me?" "Why don't you ask your candy aisle sweetheart?" He rolls his eyes as he continues putting food into the cabinets. "My what?" You inquire. "Cut the bullshit, I saw you flirting with that guy." He slams the cabinet shut. "I was not! We were talking about candy, Mark." You raise your voice. "I saw you smiling at him." His tone deepens. "Oh, so I can't be friendly?" "Not when you have a boyfriend." "You act like I was giving him the sex eyes or something. It was nothing. You're an asshole when you're jealous." You proceed to walk away. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him. "You're mine and I don't like other guys trying to take what's mine." He glares at you, his eyes piercing into your soul. His tone is stern and deep as it echoes throughout the house. You jerk your wrist away. "He wasn't---" "SHUT UP. Just shut the fuck up, (Y/N)." He shouts."Fuck off." You shout back. You stomp up the stairs to your room and slam the door shut.  You couldn't believe Mark was acting this way, addressing you as his property. It's like he isn't being himself right now. "YOU DON'T SLAM DOORS IN MY HOUSE." He says as you hear him running up the stairs. SHIT.  He flings open the door and sees you sitting on the bed. You're fearful but, you know Mark would never hurt you...or you thought that. He slams the door behind him. He comes over toward his side of the bed and starts rummaging through his nightstand drawer. You sit in the fetal position over on your side bother anticipating and dreading what could possibly happen next. He pulls out 2 pairs of handcuffs. "You think it's okay to openly flirt with other guys in front of me huh? Sounds like you need to be punished." A devious grin comes across his face. Punished? With what? "Hold out your arms." He demands. You do as your told. He takes your hands and clasps the handcuffs to each bedpost so you're sprawled out and unable to move. He takes your shirt and lifts it over your eyes so you can't see. "Mark, what the---" "Did I say you could talk?" He puts his hand on your thigh, lightly gliding his hand across it. You feel goosebumps arise all over your body. He unclasps your bra so you're topless. All you could hear was his heavy breathing. You hear the door open. Did he leave? Is he really gonna leave me here like this? That's real funny. You hear footsteps coming toward you and then---you let out a yelp as a cool sensation traces around your belly button. Ice?  It makes its way up your stomach and swirls around your breasts until it finally hits your hardened nipples. "Mmm." You let a moan slip out. You can feel Mark's warm breath getting closer, he hovers over you as he swirls his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them making you feel so good. You can feel his facial hair gliding across your breasts. "Mark---" You whimper. "Don't. Speak." He whispers. Every other sense is heightened as he's taken away your ability to see. It's a whole different, intimate experience you were enjoying. Despite not knowing what's going to happen next. He starts to suck on your other nipple and then...he stops. You feel his strong hands glide along your sides until he reaches your shorts and. He begins to slide them down your legs and tosses them aside. He grabs your panties and does the same. You're completely naked and at his mercy. He opens your legs and slides 2 fingers inside of you. You suppress your moan. "You're so wet for me." He takes the shirt off your eyes so you're staring right at him. He takes his 2 fingers and shoes them in your mouth. "Clean up your mess." He grins as you lick his fingers. "I wanna hear you shout my name." He says. He stick a piece of ice in his mouth and swirls it around. He proceeds to to go down on you, his cold tongue gliding across your clit. You arch your back in ecstasy. "Mmm, Mark." You rest your legs on his shoulders. He starts softly sucking you. You start breathing heavily.  He continues gliding his tongue in all the right directions. "Oh fuck, Mark." He loves the way you moan his name.  You tilt your head back as your eyes roll into the back of your head. He can sense that you're about to orgasm and he stops. What. The. Fuck. "Oh, no, no, no. Not yet. Not until I say so." He slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt, making sure you're looking at him. He knows you love his perfectly chiseled body.  He slides off his belt and tosses it aside ever so gently. "Beg for me, (Y/N). I want you to beg for me." He says as he pops the button of his jeans and lets down his zipper. He steps out of them, standing before you with his red boxers. You bite down on your lip. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction, the satisfaction that you needed him but, the fire pooling in your abdomen was getting worse with each article of clothing he removed. You needed release.  He tugs at the hem of his boxers. He slides his hand slowly down them and begins to stroke his huge length. "Mmmm, (Y/N). Beg for me." He slides his boxers all the way down. He continues stroking himself. "Please..." you murmur. You wanted him deep inside of you and you couldn't take it anymore. "Can't hear you." A bit of his juices come out. He walks toward you and you hold out your tongue as his sweet juices ooze onto it. "Fuck me..." You whisper. "You're gonna have to speak up, babygirl." He pulls himself away from you. "I want you, Mark. I want you!" You shout. "Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "Yes, very much." You bite your lip.  He hovers himself over you and starts slowly inserting his length. You grip the bed posts. "...yes." You whimper. He thrust inside of you long and slow. "Don't you cum, until I say so." He demands. You feel the urge becoming stronger but, you hold back as he speeds up, his balls slapping your ass as he goes deeper. All you can hear are his grunts through his clenched teeth, the headboard slamming against the wall and the mattress creaking. He goes faster, you don't feel like you can hold on much longer. "Cum for me." He does on last stroke so deep and hard you collapse around him. Your orgasm hitting you harder than it ever has before. He pulls out. "Open your mouth." His warm liquids fall into your mouth and you swallow them all. "Oh, fuck." You breathe. He uncuffs both your hands and flips you over on your backside. He spanks your ass and you let out a loud yelp. "Don't make me jealous again, babygirl." He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. 

I kinda want to make him jealous again...