Taking What's His (Forced Submission Book 4) (2 page)

H
is words make
my skin prickle. What have I done? How did I agree to this? Seeing him in that diner felt like a beacon of hope in the night. He was so handsome and charming, and I thought he looked like a decent guy. Someone you would take home to your mom and dad.

Now we’re barreling down the highway and I have no hope of getting out of this situation. I just need to do what he says and keep him calm, but I’m terrified I’ll say the wrong thing and this will go badly.

“Answer me!” he barks out.

“Y-yes.”

My face turns bright red with mortification. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed to admit it. It’s not like it will help the situation either way, though it seems like he’s angry thinking about me shaving for someone. I just like the way it feels not to have anything down there. I don’t have much hair anyway, but this way it’s nice and smooth.

“Oh, fuck.” He almost says it like a moan.

I feel him start to pump the brakes and I get hopeful. Maybe if he pulls over I can make a run for it. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of nowhere, I’ve at least got to try, right?

“I can’t wait. I wanted to give you more time, but I can’t. Hearing you say that little cunt is fresh makes me need it now.”

“No! Please no! I promise I’ll show you whatever you want. I’ll obey. Please.” For a second I think about grabbing the wheel, but it’s a big eighteen wheeler, and who knows if I’d survive it. Maybe I should offer a blow job or something to keep him calm. I’ve never given one, but I’d give it my best shot to keep him from hurting me.

“Too late.”

I see the sign for a rest stop up ahead and I start to think. People. There will be people there. Then I realize it’s almost three in the morning. No way will anyone be there.

“I see what’s going through that pretty head of yours, Cameron. Nobody will be there to stop us. Don’t you worry, you’re all mine.”

The shiver that runs down my back is one of fear and anticipation. Knowing what’s coming isn’t making it any easier to comply.

Sly pulls into the rest stop and parks at the back, along the treeline. There are two other eighteen wheelers here, but they are parked on the off-ramp, which is really far away. If I got out of the truck and screamed, I don’t think they could hear me, let alone if I screamed while inside it.

As soon as the engine is off he’s on me.

“Please! Please!”

He snatches my wrists with both hands and pulls me to the back of the cab. I notice a door behind our seats. He yanks me through and turns on a soft light. The cab is small, furnished with a mattress and a dresser that's bolted to the wall. It’s completely bare of anything else, and when I look back at the mattress, I notice the rope on the floor.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I beg, and pull away.

“I didn’t ask you for your permission, Cameron. I don’t have to. You belong to me now”

He pushes me down on the bed, and I start to struggle, kicking and pushing against him as much as my little body can. He’s twice my size and made of solid muscle. My efforts are useless and I tire quickly, but I still keep fighting.

“Don’t do this! Please stop. Please, Sly.”

I remember once being told that if you use your captive’s name, it can humanize them and help you to form a connection that makes them stop.

He leans down, licking my neck. “Oh fuck, sugar, say my name again. I want to hear it while I fuck that soft cunt. You legal or am I getting inside underage pussy? Doesn’t matter to me. You’ll be mine forever, so you’ll be legal at some point.”

“I’m twenty five.” I always get mad when people tell me how young I look, so my natural instinct is to correct him. Fuck, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

He straddles my stomach, pinning my arms down, my legs kicking behind him uselessly. “Twenty five and never had that cunt fucked? Jesus, Cameron, it’s like you’ve been waiting for me as long as I’ve been waiting on you.”

I try to struggle, but I’m wearing down fast. When he puts the rope around one of my wrists, I feel a jolt of adrenaline race through me. I reach out my other hand, slapping him across the face.

For a split second he’s shocked, but his shock is followed by a wicked smile. “Oh, I see, sugar. You want it rough.” I don’t have time to tell him no before he’s leaning down, biting my nipple hard through my dress.

“Ahh!” I cry out in pain, but then a small shameful part of me feels pleasure. That’s why I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin. I’ve never understood my body enough to tell someone else to give me what I want. I had a boyfriend in high school whom I asked to spank me once, and he told everyone. I never made the mistake of asking anyone ever again. Feeling the wetness between my legs at Sly’s treatment makes me hate my body and its desires.

He finishes tying off my hands and then moves to my legs. I lie spread-eagle on the mattress, and he’s soon between my legs, looking down at me. Pushing up my dress, he exposes my most private parts, making me burn with embarrassment. He reaches up and pulls down the top of my dress to free my breasts.

After a second he moves to the front and grabs his knife. Fear spikes through me and I start to protest, but when he comes back, he just grabs my dress, cutting it off me. After he jerks the material away, I’m laid out with no covering. I can’t look at him, can’t make eye contact. I just let him see me like this and pray this is all he needs right now. Just to look.

“Let’s see if you were telling the truth about being a virgin.”

He runs the tip of his finger slowly around my belly button, over my naked mound, in between my folds, and over my clit. I hear the sticky sounds of my wetness as he breaches my opening, and shame washes over me.

“Sopping wet already? Oh, Cameron, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you, sugar?”

Sly pushes inside me, and I feel a small pinch as he tries to stretch my opening. He pushes his finger in and out, playing with my tight barrier, seeing if I was telling the truth.

“There is it,” he whispers, leaning down between my legs. I feel him part my opening with his fingers, and then his tongue slides between them, licking my hymen. “Fuck, your virgin cunt tastes so sweet.”

I try to protest, but the words stay on the edge of my lips as he sucks on my clit. The pleasure that shoots through my bound arms and legs is intense and terrifying.

“Nooo,” I moan, trying to do something to stop this. I shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t enjoy it. I close my eyes tightly and try to fight the feeling, but all it does is send me into blissful pleasure.

“Give me what I want.”

He growls against my tender flesh, and I know what he’s asking for. He wants an orgasm from me. I can’t get off like this; I’m not supposed to. This is wrong, and if I get off, then I’m telling him I like it.

Sly licks long swipes up and down my clit before sucking it into his mouth and biting down. My body betrays my will and I give him what he wants. I cum hard and long, and though I fight to keep quiet, a moan escapes my mouth.

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, sugar. The sounds of my love cumming. Let's see if this virgin cunt of yours sings on my cock like it did on my face.”

He sits up, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. Oh God, this is really happening.

F
uck
, 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 assaulted 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 pussy is. The juices from her orgasm coat her, tempting me to taste her again.

I reach down to my open jeans and quickly free my aching cock. “This is all yours, pet. It will be your responsibility to take care of him now.” I stroke myself, pre-cum sliding down the head of my cock, a drop escaping and hitting her bare pussy. “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 fucking 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 cum for me moments ago. I wonder if I can get her to cum on my cock 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 dick so hard it fucking hurt. I need to be inside her so bad, and feeling the aftermath of the orgasm I just gave her soaking my cock just makes me need it even more.

Dropping my hips lower, I brush my cock against her pussy. “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 orgasm, but I want her wetter before I push through all the way to her cervix.

Aligning my cock with the opening of her pussy, 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 pussy clenches my head, begging me to take what’s mine. But she’s my responsibility, and no matter how much her cunt 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 pussy 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 balls are drawing up.

“You ready to take what your pussy 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 semen. The orgasm is so powerful it’s nearly painful, but it doesn’t ease the ache in my balls 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 pussy fully with my cum, 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 tits 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 clit and softly start to strum. I feel her pussy clench, asking me for more.

“God, you’re so perfect, pet. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you cum 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 clit. 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 cum.

I can’t look at my cock thrusting in and out of her, her juices and virginal blood coating me. No, not until I make her cum, 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 orgasm. Her cunt clamps down hard on my cock each time I call her my ‘pet’, making me smile inwardly.

“Be a good little pet and come for me. Watch my cock 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 pussy squeezes all around me while I pump in and out of her, finally getting to see her virginity coating my cock. I cum instantly at the sight. Warm semen shoots deep into her body as my cock pulses against her pussy walls. It’s almost like the rhythm of my heartbeat, and it makes my body tremble with pleasure.

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 cock twitches with his release. He fucked me and made me cum, 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 participate 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…hell, 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 cum 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 embarrassment 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 cunt.” I didn’t think he would, but I had to try.

His cock is still jutting out from his jeans, just as hard as before. I see a creamy pearl appear at the tip, and my pussy 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 cock away as he puts the truck in gear and pulls out onto the highway.

I watch him as he drives and strokes his cock 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 cock tighter. The head of his dick is getting darker and dripping rapidly now. I can’t pull myself away from looking at him in the mirror.

“Fuck.” 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 cock inside me. I let out a shout because I’m still sore, but watching him touch himself for so long made me humiliatingly wet.

“Goddamn your sweet cunt, 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, cunt open and dripping for it.”

His disgusting words turn me on, and I grit my teeth to stop the approaching orgasm. It’s coming and I try to fight it.

“Nooo,” I moan as the orgasm 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 cumming.

Once he’s finished, he pulls out and climbs up my body, straddling my chest and putting his cock to my mouth.

“Clean me off, pet. I want you to taste what your cunt 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 hit 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 cum between your legs this time,” he says, looking down at where he just came. He puts his hard cock 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.