Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 12

Sly

f.u.c.k, she's perfect. My eyes roam down her body, laid out for the taking. I know that I have to get inside her to cool the barrage of emotions I'm being a.s.saulted by. I've been waiting my whole life for this moment and now it's spread out before me. She might not be begging me to take her, but her swollen p.u.s.s.y is. The juices from her o.r.g.a.s.m coat her, tempting me to taste her again.

I reach down to my open jeans and quickly free my aching c.o.c.k. "This is all yours, pet. It will be your responsibility to take care of him now." I stroke myself, pre-c.u.m sliding down the head of my c.o.c.k, a drop escaping and hitting her bare p.u.s.s.y. "Whenever he gets hard you'll tend to him, anytime, anywhere. And with you naked in my cab, I have a feeling that's going to be a whole f.u.c.king lot."

Dropping down over her small body and caging her in, I rub my nose along her neck, breathing in her innocence. I'm going to turn her into my little pet and train her body to respond to mine. I'm going to make her crave me like I crave her. She'll know nothing but me.

"Tell me you want me." She shakes her head, and I smile against her skin. I sink my teeth into her flesh, relishing that she made me do it. She defied me, so I had to mark her. She jerks against me, but I don't loosen my hold. She shouts and squirms, but eventually she gives me what I want "I want you."

Her words wash over me, and they're the sweetest thing I've ever heard, almost better than hearing her c.u.m for me moments ago. I wonder if I can get her to c.u.m on my c.o.c.k so she'll suck me deep inside her virgin body.

I couldn't believe it when she told me she was still pure for me. But when I saw it for myself, I knew in that moment she was truly meant to be mine. She waited for me like I'd been waiting for her. It made my d.i.c.k so hard it f.u.c.king hurt. I need to be inside her so bad, and feeling the aftermath of the o.r.g.a.s.m I just gave her soaking my c.o.c.k just makes me need it even more.

Dropping my hips lower, I brush my c.o.c.k against her p.u.s.s.y. "I'll give you what you want, pet. You'll never have to beg for what's yours." As much as I just want to thrust inside her, I need to make sure she's ready, I softened her cherry with an o.r.g.a.s.m, but I want her wetter before I push through all the way to her cervix.

Aligning my c.o.c.k with the opening of her p.u.s.s.y, I only push the head in. It takes all the willpower I have not to fully sheathe myself inside her perfect little body. Slowly, I rock my hips, only moving a little. Each time I pull back, her p.u.s.s.y clenches my head, begging me to take what's mine. But she's my responsibility, and no matter how much her c.u.n.t wants me, I have to make it right for our first time together. This is a special moment for us. She'll see how much she means to me if I do this right for her.

"You want it, don't you?" She doesn't answer me. I knew she wouldn't. But she doesn't have to. She isn't fooling me. "You feel that? Your p.u.s.s.y is trying to latch onto me, begging me to take you. You can say no all you want, but I know the truth." I rock back and forth a little more. My thrusts are shallow, but my b.a.l.l.s are drawing up.

"You ready to take what your p.u.s.s.y is begging me for? Because every drop belongs to you, from now until I take my last breath." The reminder of my having her forever sends me over the edge. I flood inside her, coating her cherry with my s.e.m.e.n. The o.r.g.a.s.m is so powerful it's nearly painful, but it doesn't ease the ache in my b.a.l.l.s at all.

It's the final straw, and I can't hold back. My resolve cracks open. Nothing outside of having her will soothe my pain. Until I coat her p.u.s.s.y fully with my c.u.m, I won't feel relief. Until I know that I've marked her deep inside, so deep I drip out of her, I won't be able to stop.

Thrusting into her, I take her mouth to swallow her pain as she starts to scream. She tries to jerk against me, but I keep my hips locked, fully sheathed inside of her, and wait for her body to relax. Releasing her mouth, I pepper her face with kisses, catching an escaped tear. I whisper to her about how perfect she is for me, how we'll be together forever, that where I go she will go, nothing will ever take her from me.

When her body finally starts to relax, I begin to move in long, slow thrusts. I have to watch her, so I lean up and move onto my knees. I look down at her, her dark hair spread out all over the mattress, her big t.i.ts softly bouncing as I work myself in and out of her, her dark pink nipples pleading to be sucked.

She has her head turned to the side, making me long to have her green eyes on me, but I don't want to tell her to do it; I want her to do it on her own. Releasing my hold on one of her thighs, I put my thumb on her c.l.i.t and softly start to strum. I feel her p.u.s.s.y clench, asking me for more.

"G.o.d, you're so perfect, pet. I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you c.u.m for me, over and over, even if you fight me the whole way. But you don't have to fight. You can just accept your fate."

She turns her head, meeting my eyes. I pick up speed and thrust a little faster, putting more pressure on her hardening c.l.i.t. Her eyes travel down my body until they land on where I'm thrusting in and out of her, our bodies joined as one as they always should be. It takes everything I have not to follow her eyes. I know if I do and if I see myself disappearing inside her, I'll c.u.m.

I can't look at my c.o.c.k thrusting in and out of her, her juices and virginal blood coating me. No, not until I make her c.u.m, and I won't stop until I do. Adjusting my angle, I make my thrusts match the rhythm of my thumb.

"You like that, pet? Seeing that you belong to me? That your body follows my command? That you're mine to do with as I please?"

"No." She moans the word, her mouth dropping open as she tries to fight the inevitable o.r.g.a.s.m. Her c.u.n.t clamps down hard on my c.o.c.k each time I call her my pet', making me smile inwardly.

"Be a good little pet and come for me. Watch my c.o.c.k ride in and out of you while I make you mine." My words send her over the edge, her eyes closed tightly as her body is taken by the pleasure I've given her.

Looking down, I watch as her p.u.s.s.y squeezes all around me while I pump in and out of her, finally getting to see her virginity coating my c.o.c.k. I c.u.m instantly at the sight. Warm s.e.m.e.n shoots deep into her body as my c.o.c.k pulses against her p.u.s.s.y walls. It's almost like the rhythm of my heartbeat, and it makes my body tremble with pleasure.

4.

Cameron

I lie there silently as he breathes heavily on top of me. He's still hard inside my body, and I feel a slight ache as his c.o.c.k twitches with his release. He f.u.c.ked me and made me c.u.m, and I never told him to stop. I thought if I lay there silently and didn't look at him it would be what he wanted, but no. He wanted me to tell him how much I liked it. He wanted me to partic.i.p.ate in what he was doing.

I'm so ashamed of my body's response to him. Being tied to a mattress and raped is supposed to be the worst thing a woman can imagine, yet I got off to it. I want to cry, scream...h.e.l.l, maybe even laugh. I'm flooded with emotions, but the only thing I'm capable of doing is just lying here and taking it.

Sly leans down and kisses my collarbone as he pulls out. I feel his c.u.m spill from me and onto the mattress, leaving a wet spot between my legs.

"That should calm me down for a while. I want to make it to the next town before dawn. I've got to make a delivery, and after that we can really have some fun. Just lie here and get some rest."

He stands up and grabs a pack of baby wipes. He then leans down and uses them to clean me up. He takes such care to clean me gently. It's a complete contrast to the animal rutting on top of me from just moments earlier.

After he cleans me thoroughly, he bends down to give the top of my naked mound a soft kiss. Then he cleans himself, and my cheeks burn as I watch him wipe away the evidence of my virginity. I have to look away because my embarra.s.sment is painful.

Sly sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. "Don't be shy now, pet. We've only just begun." He kisses my lips and then stands, going to the cab of the truck.

"Will you please untie me?"

He turns around and looks me up and down as he licks his lips. "Not yet, pet. I like having easy access to your c.u.n.t." I didn't think he would, but I had to try.

His c.o.c.k is still jutting out from his jeans, just as hard as before. I see a creamy pearl appear at the tip, and my p.u.s.s.y shamefully clenches in response. In just a few hours I'm becoming conditioned to his need. What is wrong with me? Why does my body betray me like this?

Reaching down, he strokes it a few times, and then goes to sit in the driver seat. He tilts a mirror he has on the dashboard so he can see me and I can see him, and he starts to stroke himself. He makes no move to put his c.o.c.k away as he puts the truck in gear and pulls out onto the highway.

I watch him as he drives and strokes his c.o.c.k every so often, squeezing the tip and licking his lips. He stares at my body tied to his bed, no doubt thinking about what he just did to me and what he's going to do next.

As he drives, the lines in his face grow angrier. He seems frustrated, and I see him grip his c.o.c.k tighter. The head of his d.i.c.k is getting darker and dripping rapidly now. I can't pull myself away from looking at him in the mirror.

"f.u.c.k." His growl sounds through the cabin, and I feel the truck pull over.

I don't know what to do, but there's not really much I can do. Once we come to a complete stop, he slams it into gear and turns off the truck, coming back to bed with me.

There's no foreplay this time, no build up. He just gets between my legs and stuffs his c.o.c.k inside me. I let out a shout because I'm still sore, but watching him touch himself for so long made me humiliatingly wet.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n your sweet c.u.n.t, pet. I don't have time for this." He thrusts hard and throws his head back with his eyes closed. "I don't have time to need you like this. I can't f.u.c.king think about anything when I see you laid out here for the taking."

He looks back down into my eyes, and I hear the slippery sounds of my need as he thrusts in and out. I hate that I can't control my body, and the ache between my legs swells as Sly thrusts harder.

"I saw you got wet while watching me. I had to give you what you needed." His hard thrusts pull a moan from me.

"Listen to how you love it."

I bite my lip to keep from giving him the sounds he wants, but it's useless. He's f.u.c.king me hard and taking what he needs, and I'm a slave to the pleasure.

"I can't do anything else with you here like this, c.u.n.t open and dripping for it."

His disgusting words turn me on, and I grit my teeth to stop the approaching o.r.g.a.s.m. It's coming and I try to fight it.

"Nooo," I moan as the o.r.g.a.s.m takes me and dark indulgence floods my veins.

"There it is, pet. That sweet release." He buries his face in my neck, thrusting hard one last time, seating himself fully inside me, and c.u.mming.

Once he's finished, he pulls out and climbs up my body, straddling my chest and putting his c.o.c.k to my mouth.

"Clean me off, pet. I want you to taste what your c.u.n.t did, see how sweet she is for me."

I press my lips together tightly, turning away and refusing to do what he asks.

He leans closer to me, smearing our mixed cream across my lips and cheek.

"I said suck it, pet."

Hearing his deep voice makes me turn my head. His words are hard and demanding and not to be played with. I have to choose my battles, and this isn't the time for me to make a stance. He's used my body and taken what he wants. Giving him this feels more intimate, and I know doing it means fully complying. I'll do what I have to to get through this.

I open my mouth slowly and lick my lips. He doesn't wait for an invitation. He grabs my hair and pushes inside me. Our blended flavors. .h.i.t my tongue, and my natural instinct is to swallow, which makes me lick him.

"That's it, pet. Just like that." I look up at him and he pushes in further, causing me to swallow and lick again. After only a few moments of this, he must be satisfied, because he pulls out and gets off my chest.

"You'll keep my c.u.m between your legs this time," he says, looking down at where he just came. He puts his hard c.o.c.k away, this time zipping up his jeans and buckling his belt. "No more distractions. You need sleep, and I've got some time to make up for. That sweet mouth of yours is trying to interfere with my delivery."

He leans down and kisses my lips. When I don't open in response he puts his hand around my neck. He doesn't squeeze, but he lets me know what he wants.

I open my mouth, and as his tongue sweeps inside, I can't help the moan that escapes me. It's as if my body isn't my own anymore, rather it's a toy for him to command.

5.

Sly

I stare at her sleeping form in the mirror I had installed on my dash, exhaustion having finally claimed her. I think about maybe covering her up so she doesn't get cold. Flipping on the heat, I push the idea away. If I can't have her right now, I can at least enjoy the sight of her naked in the back of my cab. Seeing her used body worn out from our f.u.c.king has me aching to do it all over again.

I force my eyes back on the road. The rain beats down on the windows as I try to make it to my final delivery. After that, I can take her home with me, where she belongs. I won't have to go back out on the road for a few weeks, so I'll have all the time I need to work these crazed feelings out of my system. I let out a mocking laugh at the idea. No, my feelings only seem to be growing. I need to be careful. I don't want to hurt her. She means everything to me, and I want her to know that. I'd do anything for her. Except let her go.

Things will be so different now that I have her bound to my side. The days will be less lonely, or maybe I'll finally quit being on the road non-stop. My little pet is probably going to get pregnant what with all the c.u.m I plan on emptying inside her body. My half-hard c.o.c.k comes back to life with the image of her full with my child.

I'll have to make sure that every time I c.u.m inside her, her own o.r.g.a.s.m sucks the c.u.m from my c.o.c.k. It will just prove to her that she wants my baby inside her as much as I do. Her perfect c.u.n.t will c.u.m, begging me to fill it.

I don't have to be on the road all the time, I just choose to do it. Running a trucking business doesn't take much on my end. I let the ladies in the office handle all the details. I just make runs to fill my days. What else was I going to do? I had built a house as I was waiting to find my one, and sitting in it all alone just ate away at me. Not anymore. Now I have something to eat away at. Licking my lips, I try to see if I have any taste of her still left on me, but it's all gone. I'll just have to get another. And soon.

Taking my next exit, I veer off the highway, heading down towards the packing district of Omaha, Nebraska. If I'm lucky I can make this drop before she wakes and not have to worry about anything coming between us. If someone got one look at her, they'd try to take her from me, something that I'd never let happen.

I couldn't blame someone for trying if they did; I can't believe someone hadn't already claimed her. But fate kept her available for me, waiting for me to find her and make her mine. The world wouldn't be so cruel to take her from me already, would it? It doesn't matter either way because I won't let that happen.

I reach for the knife on the dash and strap it back to my calf. Pulling up to the warehouse, I glance at the clock and see I have ten minutes before they open for me to drop the shipment. I go ahead and back up to the dock so I'll only have to slide the doors open to unload the boxes.

Putting the truck into park, I pull the key out and turn to stare at what's now mine. I'd never known possessiveness before her. I knew I wanted to find my one, but I never thought it would be like this. It's like I have no control. Funny how she's the one tied to the bed, but I'm the one feeling bound. I just hope all the things she makes me feel for her, I can make her feel for me one day.

Getting up from my seat, I crawl in beside her, wanting to enjoy a few minutes of her in my arms. I lie on my side and pull her as close as the ropes will allow, burying my face in her midnight black hair, the smell of strawberries and s.e.x filling my lungs.

"I'm going to make you so happy, pet. No one will ever treat you the way I will."

"You mean rape me and keep me tied to your bed?" Apparently she's done pretending to be asleep.

"Ours," I say, pulling myself up so I can look down at her. I should've turned on the cab light before I crawled back here. I want to look into her big green eyes, but I don't want anyone to catch sight of my naked captive. No, that wouldn't do. The thought alone fills me with a blind rage. Her body is for only me to see. I'd have to cut their eyes out if they saw her.

"Ours?"

"The bed, pet. It's ours." I place a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "And I meant no one will treat you like I do-worship your body, take care of your every need. I'll give you everything and more."

"What if what I want is to leave? What if I want to not be with you?"

Lowering my face so we are merely a breath apart, I let the softness drop from my face. She needs to know that while I'll give her anything she wants, it comes with the condition of her being at my side. Forever.

"I'll never let you go." Sliding one hand up her body, I trace her curves until I reach her neck, wrapping my hand around her throat, just resting it there. "I'll be good to you, but if you ever try to leave me, or allow another man to touch you..." I tighten my grip on her throat just a little. "...I'll kill you both. If I can't have you no one can."

I let the words hang in the air. They are total truth. I can't live without her; I would slowly waste away into nothingness.