Taking What's His (Forced Submission Book 4) (3 page)

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 fucking 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 cum I plan on emptying inside her body. My half-hard cock comes back to life with the image of her full with my child.

I’ll have to make sure that every time I cum inside her, her own orgasm sucks the cum from my cock. It will just prove to her that she wants my baby inside her as much as I do. Her perfect cunt will cum, 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 sex 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.

Releasing her neck, I rain kisses around her throat, where I just gripped her. When I’m finished, I pull myself up into a sitting position, brushing my hands across her soft skin.

“I have to get out and drop off this shipment. I won’t gag you because if you need me, I want you to be able to call out for me. I’ll always come for you, Cameron. With that said, heed my warning. If you call out and risk someone taking you from me, or someone seeing you naked because you yelled out trying to leave me, you won’t like the consequences. I find I lack control where you’re concerned. Don’t test my resolve.”

S
ly kisses
the tip of my nose before pulling back and making eye contact with me once more. I don’t know how to respond to that so I just nod my head. Once he sees what he needs, he exits the truck and locks the door behind him.

I pull at the ropes on my arms and legs, feeling no give. Luckily they’re soft enough that I don’t think I’ve done too much damage to my body from when I’ve pulled on them. I feel the stickiness between my legs and it’s a reminder of everything he’s done to me, what he’s taken from me, and what I allowed to happen.

Craning my neck, I try to look out, but I can’t see anything. How would I even begin to escape? I don’t have any weapons, and I’m not some kind of secret knot expert. I don’t even know where I am. If I was able to somehow break free, what then? The old saying ‘better the devil you know’ keeps racing through my mind. I’m terrified of what is out there, and I’m not sure I’d get myself into a better situation than the one I’m currently in.

I lie here thinking about how a normal person would react and what a sane person would do right now. I think through every scenario possible and yet all I do is lie here. I also think about all the horrible things that could go wrong right now, like someone breaking in here and seeing me and getting us both killed. Although my fear is building, I don’t take any kind of action or move an inch from where Sly put me.

After a little while has passed, I hear the truck door open and I tense. I’m stone still and terrified of what could happen. I draw a breath, ready to scream.

“It’s just me, pet.”

Hearing his voice shouldn’t make me relax, but it does. I close my eyes and let out the breath I was holding. I was flipping through so many horrible ideas that hearing him come in is almost a relief. Knowing I belong to Sly makes me feel at ease in that moment.

He comes to the back of the cab and stands over the bed. Our bed.

“Everything went beautifully.” He sits down on the side of the bed and touches my cheek. “Now we are going to make one more quick stop and then it’s home.” He leans down, kissing my lips, and I find myself kissing him back, almost in a thankful way.

He gets in the driver seat, and once the truck is cranked I feel us start to move. We drive for what feels like only a few minutes before he pulls over again.

Once he parks, he comes to the back again and undoes his pants, getting between my legs.

“I had to wait that whole time to fuck you, and now I need to get off again before we get home.”

He slicks the head of his cock at my entrance, lubing it up and pushing in a little. I’m still covered from the last time he had me, so when he thrusts hard, his stroke is slick.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I love having a cum whore in the truck with me for long trips like this.”

I close my eyes tightly at his filthy words. Who would ever want to be called such terrible things?

“Your cunt gets so tight when I talk to you like that. You love it, don’t you? You love being called my personal cum slut, I can feel it.”

Shamefully, I feel my body respond. What is wrong with my body that his horrible treatment gets me soaking wet and hurting with need? I feel so achy between my legs, and it’s not from his rough fucking. I need to cum and I hate it.

Sly leans down and sucks my nipple to just the edge of pain, but all it does is make me wetter. I shout in response and he smiles around my nipple.

“You’re so horny, pet. You couldn’t wait to get off until we got home either. God, what fun we’re going to have. I’m going to keep you sitting on my cock all fucking day so I can dump cum in you any time I feel like it.”

I bite my lip, trying not to cum, holding back as hard as I can. Just as I think I have it under control, Sly reaches up and pinches my other nipple as he sucks hard again. The sensation on my sensitive nipples combined with the hard fucking he’s giving my pussy push me over the edge.

I can’t hold back my scream, and as my orgasm peaks, my arms and legs lock up, just taking the pleasure he’s giving me.

As I come down, I feel Sly jerk out of my body fast and move up to my chest. His cock is huge and almost purple with need. He presses it to my chest between my breasts. He’s covered in my cream, so when he pushes my tits together, he’s able to slide between them without difficulty. He holds them roughly, making a tight seal for his cock to penetrate.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

I do as he says, watching the head of his cock jut up between my breasts, peeking out after each stroke.

“Stick your tongue out.”

He’s so close to the edge, he’s demanding and angry. I don’t want to push his limits, so I do what he says. When I stick my tongue out, the head of his cock kisses it with each stroke. I can taste his cum and some of mine on the end, and I try not to moan at the flavor. What he’s doing to me now should be demeaning. I should hate him for fucking my body this way and turning me into an animal. But my body, as it’s been doing since the moment I’ve met him, betrays me and I enjoy it.

I stick my tongue out further, wanting to taste more. Sly growls and thrusts into my tits one final time, squirting cum on my face and mouth. Our eyes are locked, and as he cums on me, I see his inner beast loving his mark of possession.

Once he’s finished, he relaxes and looks down at me, smiling. Still staring into his eyes, I stick my tongue out, licking cum off my lips and swallowing it.

Sly gives me a wicked smile and moves down my body until we are face to face again. He leans down, and just before he kisses my lips, he whispers, “Mine.”

E
xcitement courses
through my whole body. I don’t think Cameron knows the lengths I went to for this day. To finally bring home the woman I would be spending the rest of my life with. All the little details and planning. She would understand the reality of what’s really happening here; that everything I do is for us.

I drive down the long driveway that leads to my home and pull up to the side of the house. Shutting off the truck, I turn to my little pet.

“We’re home.”

She eyes me worriedly, but I try to comfort her. I want her to enjoy seeing her new home for the first time. I hope she loves it as much as I do. I put so much work into building it, making it just for her and for the family she’s going to give me.

“I think you’ll love it,” I reassure her, reaching to untie her hands and feet. I rub where the ropes dug into her, but the rope was soft and I see there’s no damage. “But if there is something you don’t like, we can change it. Just let me know and I’ll have it done.” Thinking on it for a second, I change my mind. “I mean, I’ll fix it myself for you.” I wasn’t going to let someone else come into our home and build or change something for her. I’d do it for her myself. They’d probably see how perfect she is and try to steal her from me.

Reaching for the end of the bed, I grab the folded sheet and shake it out, wrapping it around her. She doesn’t fight me or make even the smallest protest. Maybe some of her resolve is finally slipping. She’s starting to understand this is her life now and there’s no reason to fight it. Why should she? No one in this whole fucking world will treat her better than I will.

“I’m going to carry you, pet. This is the part of the driveway I park my truck on. It’s gravel, and I don’t want to hurt your little feet.”

Scooping her up, my heart warms when she wraps her arms around me without me having to ask her to. I pull her closer, move to the door, and hop down out of the truck.

Her eyes dart around, looking everywhere. “It’s…”

She seems to change her mind about wanting to say whatever it is, but I have to know.

“It’s what?” I encourage her.

“Beautiful.”

The house is perfect. It sits on over thirty acres surrounded by forested land. The house is a two-storey building with a wraparound porch on each floor.

“Then you’ll fit right in, won’t you, pet?”

“I’ve never fit in anywhere.”

I can tell by the look on her face she didn’t mean to say that part out loud. I don’t understand how that could be possible. When I first saw her, I had to get close, had to touch her, hear her voice. How could anyone ever make her feel like an outsider?

“You’ll always fit with me.”

As I make my way to the front porch, she lays her head on my shoulder. When we reach the double door entryway, I place her on the ground while I pull my key out of my pocket and slide it into the lock.

Scooping her back up into my arms, I carry her inside. I should stop and show her around, but all I can think about is seeing her laid out in our bed for the first time.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I eat up the distance to our room. When I reach the foot of the bed, I just toss her on it and start peeling off my own clothes, wanting to be skin to skin with her. “Out of the sheet, pet.”

My belt drops and hits the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the room. When she doesn't move, I give her a hard look that has her scurrying to untangle herself.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and I'm on her before she can react, my shoulders pushing her thighs apart, and I bury my face between her legs. The smell of her and me mixed together fills my lungs, making cum from my hard cock leak onto the bed.

"You get the first orgasm in our house together. I'm going to show you how good it’s going to be so you'll never leave me. Ever. I'll keep you so exhausted with pleasure you won't be able to crawl away from me,” I growl against her delicate skin, dropping my mouth to her pussy.

Her hand goes to my head, and I think she’s going to try to pull me off. Instead she grabs a hold of me, not pulling me away, but not pressing me into her either. Just holding me.

I give her what she won't ask for. No games or teasing. I zero in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, tasting the mixture of our pleasure from our last bout of sex. Her back arches off the bed and her hips jerk against my face.

Gripping her thighs, I spread her wider, opening her up completely. I lick and suck, and then she gives it to me. She screams out my name, and the sound makes me so hard and excited, I can’t control my own orgasm and I start cumming on myself. It should be embarrassing, but I don’t give a fuck. She tastes so sweet, and hearing her say my name tipped me over the edge.

I continue to suck her clit, helping her ride out the last bit of her orgasm until her body lets go, relaxing onto the bed. She looks physically exhausted as she lies limp on the bed.

Crawling up her body, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe us in. Feeling her under me and knowing she’s here has soothed me inside. After a few moments, I feel myself start to drift off, and then suddenly I’m wide awake.

"Is that a picture of me?"