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

S
itting up
, I look over and see a framed picture of myself on the bedside table. In the photo I’m leaning in and smiling, the soft light highlighting my face. I feel a blush creep over me, and I reach over to grab the picture.

I hold it close, looking at it carefully, and I trace my face with one finger. “This was from the first night we video chatted.”

“It was,” Sly mumbles against my skin, kissing me softly. “I snapped a screenshot while you were laughing. I remember thinking how beautiful you were, and I wanted to capture the moment.”

I put the picture back on the bedside table, and we cuddle into bed.

Sly kisses the side of my breast, nuzzling against me. “Did everything go as you wanted, pet?”

“It was scary, seeing you for the first time in person, and then finally doing all the things we talked about for so long.”

“I agree. I was nervous meeting you in real life as well, but it was more amazing than I expected. I never thought I would have found love like this online.”

He sits up and looks into my eyes, and I feel a lump in my throat. I’ve waited to tell him until we were face to face, so it’s now or never. “I love you, Sly.”

“I love you too, Cameron.”

He climbs on top of me and thrusts inside, making me moan. He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, kissing my neck and claiming me.

Last year I happened to like a post on a BDSM site that Sly was a member of. I was really nervous about group chatting and being approached by creeps, so I was cautious for a long time. I would follow Sly’s page, and I felt like everything he posted said the same things I wanted and needed. It took a while, but eventually I said hello and he said hello back. We didn’t get into any sex talk for months. We talked about our love of books and movies, and it was silly, but it felt like I had found someone just like me.

After some time, we talked on the phone and opened up to one another about our lives and what we did, and we laughed, sharing our stories. After that we decided to go to video chat, and I realized I was falling for him. Sly knew before me, but he said he waited to make sure I was ready. And when he finally expressed the same thing, I leapt at the chance to say more. We started to share fantasies, and after a while I realized I wanted to make them a reality. With him.

I told him everything I wanted, leaving nothing out. I was ashamed and embarrassed, but I knew that in order to have the relationship we both needed, we had to communicate. Seeing him in that coffee shop the first time, I wanted to cry and run to him, but we both needed to keep to the script. In a way, acting it out kept me calm because I knew what to expect. I had made all the plans necessary to make my life his now, and after this experience, I know I made the right decision.

“You’ll never leave me, pet. Now that I have you, I won’t ever let you go.”

“Never,” I whisper against his neck. Feeling his weight on top of me as he thrusts inside me makes me feel so secure and safe. All I’ve ever wanted was to belong to him and now that I do, life couldn’t be more perfect.

Sly grips me tighter, pumping inside me harder and harder. He angles his hips so that every raw thrust hits my clit, and I squeeze him tighter in response.

“I’m going to make you my stay-at-home cum slut. You’ll lie in bed and take my cock any time it gets hard. When I walk by you, and I’m horny, you won’t question me. You’ll bend over the nearest surface, spread your legs and give me what’s mine.”

I moan at his deliciously dirty words, loving how he talks to me.

“You’ll let me get off real quick so I don’t ache. Do you understand me, pet?”

“Yes, Sly. I understand.”

He bites my neck in response, and I clench around him. His weight on top of me and the pressure on my clit are too much and I can’t hold my orgasm any longer.

I cum hard, tensing all over and screaming his name. It’s rough and raw and absolutely perfect.

Sly follows me into bliss, holding himself inside me tightly as his cock pulses with cum. I feel the thick warmth fill me up, and I close my eyes, smiling at the intimacy.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, pet.”

“And now we have the rest of our lives to enjoy finding one another.”

“Until the end of time, my love.”

S
he's asking
for it and she knows it
, I think to myself as I stare down at her barely legal pussy. She should know better than to taunt me, which is what she’s done all day.

The moonlight shines through her window, giving me a perfect view of her. Not that I need one. The image of her is branded into my brain, just like everything else about her. She’s an obsession that seems to grow more and more every day.

Lying on her back, her legs are spread just enough to get a nice peek at the pussy into which I’m going to unload all my cum. My balls ache, they feel so full. Reaching down, I pull myself from the black gym shorts I've already leaked a little cum into, the head of my cock glistening. I grab my balls and give a little tug, but it does nothing to stop the ache. No, but her pussy will.

Why shouldn't it? She’s the reason for it. Since she came stumbling into my life a little more than four days ago she's been taunting me. Well, she’s about to learn what happens when you taunt a man. I'm not one of those dipshit high school boys she's used to, the ones who probably do everything she asks in hopes of getting her into bed. I’ll take what I want from her, and she really needs to understand the difference between a boy and a man.

Her chest rises and falls with soft breaths as she lies there sleeping, her big tits straining against her tee, her hard nipples trying to break free. She looks like a sexy innocent angel that was sent to bait a man’s will, and she has. She has no clue of the predator standing over her while she sleeps. Maybe she thought she was safe from me because her parents are asleep down the hall in their own bed.

I’m on her before she can react, one hand over her mouth, the other around her throat. I can’t chance her parents catching me in the act if they hear her. Her legs spread wider for me, and I feel her pulse pick up in her throat, but she doesn’t try to scream. My cock is already rubbing against her pussy, the wetness turning me on even more. It takes me a moment to catch it, but I realize that it’s too wet to just be my cum leaking from my cock—something that seems to happen when she’s near me.

She’s wet. No, she’s fucking primed and ready for me. I tighten my grip around her throat a little more, and I growl in her ear, her soft blonde curls tickling my face, “You better have been dreaming about me.” The idea that she could’ve been thinking about someone else drives me fucking nuts. I didn’t know jealousy until she came into my life.

When I feel her nod in agreement, I release my hand around her throat and replace it with my mouth. The need to leave a mark on her rides me hard. She moans into my hand, making me suck her harder. Yeah, that will definitely leave a mark. Look at me, like a fucking high school kid leaving a hickey, sneaking into her room at night. I’d never marked a woman in my life. I can’t wait to walk past her tomorrow and see it on display. Everyone will know she belongs to someone.

Using my free hand, I push her tee up to grab onto one of her tits. I didn’t know an eighteen-year old could have tits as big as hers, but the proof is in my hand. I knead and pull on one, making the nipple even harder. Her legs spread wider for me, begging me to take her.

I should make sure she's completely ready to take me, eat her sweet cunt until her juices cover my face, but I can't. I have no control left. It all left the second her phone rang after dinner tonight while we were cleaning up the dishes. Her parents were still in the room so I couldn't react. I had to stand there and listen to her take a call from the high school quarterback, Croy, and agree to go to the Homecoming dance with him because, as she put it, “No, I'm not going with anyone already. I don't have anyone in my life right now.” I knew the last part was just for me. She stood there with a smirk on her face, one of her perfect little dimples showing, but her eyes were pissed. They had been for the past three days.

It's like my cock knows where it belongs. Slipping through her pussy lips as it slides right home, thrusting to the hilt and her tight little pussy clenching around my dick. I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control, but she pushed me too far. I’m afraid I’ll fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

I look down into her eyes. Not even a trace of fear. Here I am, looming over her in the middle of the night, and I think I just played right into her hands. Not that I can blame her. I had pushed her away, but I think she thought I meant pushing her away for good. I hadn’t. No, I was just trying to get my head back on straight, figure out how I was going to get us out of this mess we’d made before it crashed down all around us.

“You’re mine. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, since I sank into you Saturday night, took your cherry and claimed you. Do you understand me?”

She nods her head again, removing my hand from her mouth. I don’t give her the opportunity to speak because I know questions will pour from her mouth. I still don’t know what’s happening, or what is going to happen. All I know is that she is mine. I take her mouth with mine. Slow and sweet, letting her know this is more than just getting off, that I’ve missed her, and that she has driven me to the edge. She soon takes over, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, clinging to me like she never wants to let go.

I feel her trying to move her hips, wanting me to move with her. I’m barely hanging on to my control, and it doesn’t help when she comes at me like she’s starved. I release her mouth and flip us over, but before she can protest, I plunge my cock inside her.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me.” I’ve never sought out a woman’s attentions before. I didn’t have to, and I never craved the need to know one wanted me, but with her I need it. I love seeing how much she wants me. It’s like an addiction. I feel like a puppy begging for a scrap.

H
er hand lands
on my chest, and she stares down at me wide-eyed, probably because she’s never done this. The first and only time we’d ever had sex, when I took her cherry, I was on top, the one in control. Now I’m giving it to her. Not that she really has it. I grip her wide hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and I move her. I love that she has no idea what she’s doing. Who knew that could be such a fucking turn on? I’ll teach her everything she’ll know about sex.

It doesn’t take her long to see how I want her to move. She slides back and forth on my cock, her juices coating me more. She looks like a goddess on top of me. Her hips sway, her tits softly bouncing, her nipples hard and begging for my attention, her head thrown back, her curly blonde hair so long it brushes my balls as she rides me.

Releasing one of her hips, I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her hard little clit. Her body jerks in response, her juices covering me, making me wish I’d had the control to have eaten her cunt before I took her. I could have her taste on my mouth right now.

“Tell me you're mine. No one else touches you.” I need her to reassure me after the little stunt she pulled tonight.

She responds instantly. “I’m yours, only yours.”

I strum her clit a little faster, her words almost sending me over the edge. I need her to cum, for her to milk my release out of me.

“Then cum for me. Work all that cum out of my cock. Take me deep inside you,” I grunt. I marked her neck, now I want to make that same mark inside her; cover the walls of her pussy with me.

I feel her pussy tighten, and I know she is going to go off. I rise and pull her to me, catching her mouth with mine, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm. Her body jerks against me as I cum hard, deep inside her. Just when I think I’ve emptied all I can into her, my cock jerks again, releasing a little more inside her.

She collapses onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. “I missed you so much,” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear her. I’m not even sure she knows she said it. Her breaths grow deeper, and I know she has fallen fast asleep.

I’d thought I could just touch her a little, give her what she wanted, but not fully take her. I was fucking shocked that first night when I’d gotten her sweet pussy underneath me, only to realize it was untouched. It wasn’t bad enough I was fucking my friend’s barely legal daughter in his own house while he was sleeping down the hall, but I was also taking her cherry.

I should have walked away, but it was too late. I’d already tasted her, and nothing would have stopped me from seeing her virgin blood coat my cock as I pumped in and out of her, filled her with my cum until it dripped down her ass and covered my sheets—sheets I stripped from my bed afterwards and kept.

I was past the point of no return, and I don’t know why I ever tried to fight it. I’ll never forget the day she walked into my life and flipped it upside down.

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