by Kalpana Kali
The soap stung where her skin had been scraped. She bit her lip and bore it as she lathered up. Even her pussy seemed to hurt as she washed it gently. She laughed to herself. If the crash had been half a minute later, she’d at least have gotten her orgasm.
When she stepped out of the cubicle, Lila’s towel was missing. She didn’t bother looking for it and pulled her shorts and tank top over her wet body. No time for panties. It was probably a prank by the crew. They didn’t usually have the guts for something like this but ever since Lochan—
It was Lochan indeed—but just him. He stood in the dim garage, slowly twirling her towel as he leaned against a workbench. He wore only jeans, his perpetually sweaty torso gleaming in the low light. Lila was all alone with this strong man who had already put his unwelcome hands on her once.
He said, “You look good all wet like that. Sexy. Maybe—”
“Get out,” she said, struggling to keep the quiver out over her voice.
He smiled. “It’s so cute when you try to be assertive, Bright Eyes. But we both know you don’t have it in you. Just like the race today, you—”
“You fucked things up today. I was winning. I made the moves you said I couldn’t make.”
“First of all,” said Lochan, casually wiping his neck and chest with her towel, “if you had used my settings, your gearbox wouldn’t have broken apart. Your rig wasn’t designed for sustained aggression.” He snipped the towel with a pair of wire shears and tore a long strip off of it. He walked toward her, slightly to the left so that as she turned to face him, her back was to the wall of equipment lockers. He continued, “Secondly, if I hadn’t told you that you needed to change, you would have ridden that race like the same old grandmother you always are.”
“You can’t teach what I did, so if you—”
“No. You can’t teach it.” He was right in front of her now, looming against the dark ceiling. The wipe-down with her towel had not removed Lochan’s unique smell of grease, sweat and raw sex. He said, “But it was just like that time on the hill. You pushed yourself to please me.”
“I did it to piss you off.”
“You tried to piss me off by doing exactly what I wanted you to do?” Lochan laughed dismissively. “No, Bright Eyes, you did it because some part deep inside you wanted my approval. Your purpose in life is pleasing men. You’ve been running from it all this time, but I’m not the kind of person you can escape from.”
Lila flashed back to the feeling of when she took the lead. A part of her had indeed been glad that Lochan would have to admit she was better than he said, but was that seeking his approval?
He reached for her and she pulled back, bumping onto the tall locker behind her. She turned right, but he blocked her with an arm against the wall. Lila tried ducking under, but his other hand grabbed her waist and he pressed her back into the cold metal at her back.
“Help!” she screamed. “Govinder! Somebody stop this animal!”
“It’s just you and me, Bright Eyes.” Lochan held the strip of towel up with one hand then grabbed her wrists and pulled them together at her waist. She pulled and twisted, but his forearms tensed with strength and kept her in place as he bound her.
He said, “We have only one race left, and you need to learn your lesson before that.”
“Lesson? This isn’t a lesson, this is r—”
“This is whatever you want it to be,” said Lochan. He pulled her arms over her head. Her already injured shoulder flared with pain. He hooked the bindings onto a door handle and Lila had to stand on her toes to keep her arms from hurting. Lochan said, “You see, you’re telling me you don’t want to give it all up to me, but if you’re honest with yourself, you’re kind of excited right now, aren’t you?”
Wasn’t that just adrenaline from the struggle? And the wetness between her legs was from the shower, wasn’t it? Lila didn’t want this brute to be right. She didn’t want to be some old fashioned Indian girl who let men take charge. But somewhere under all that, losing control felt familiar, like returning home.
“I’ll make you a deal,” said Lochan, flipping her damp hair behind her shoulders. “Let me have five minutes, and if you won’t admit that you truly enjoy what I do to you, every little violation, all the discomfort, that sense of being subdued...if you can’t admit that you crave it, I’ll let you go.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
What choice did she have? If it turned out he was a man of his word, she’d get to leave before things went too far.
Lochan stroked one hand up under her top, along her bare side. Her body stiffened at the electric spark of the contact. She tried to remember if she had ever let any man touch her like that and could think of none.
His other hand brought her face up to look at his. “Five minutes, Bright Eyes?”
“She nodded and lowered her face.
With a speed that defied belief, he grabbed her top at the neckline with both hands and ripped a line halfway down the flimsy wet material. Lila’s swollen breasts popped into the cold air, pressed up by the cloth underneath.
She squealed at the sudden violence and strained against her bonds, trying hopelessly to cover her naked boobs. Lochan circled a fingertip around the left nipple.
“See?” he said. “Hard even before I touched them. You are enjoying this.”
Fighting hard not to gasp at the hot touch of his fingertip, Lila said, “That’s just my body reacting. It’s not—”
“You body is you. Your mind may have learned new ideas about what being a woman is, but your body remembers. Women like you serve men. You become our wives and the mothers of our children. You obey us.”
He cupped her ass and squeezed. She pulled away only to find her pussy mound pressed against Lochan’s muscular thigh. He pressed himself forward, spreading her thighs and increasing the strain on her shoulder as her legs stretched to keep contact with the floor. As he moved against her, his hard jeans-covered bulge pulsed against her hip.
My God, how big is that thing?
Lila’s body shivered at the idea of that huge meat going into her. Lochan leaned down and kissed her. She was too stunned by what was happening to do anything but accept him into her. His tongue flickered just inside her lips, teasing her instead of attacking. It played in and out, driving her wild with the attention. She reflexively pushed her hips and bosom at Lochan, and each time his tongue withdrew, she tried to hold it back with her lips.
His rough hands slid up her back, holding her as he finally gave her a good dose of his tongue, reaching into her mouth like a man with every right to do so, like he owned her.
One hand went free and stroked up the inside of Lila’s thigh.
Oh yes, right there!
Lila could not believe the thoughts that were coming unbidden into her mind. How could she surrender like this? Was Lochan right about her?
His hand took the now familiar route into her panties. Again, he went slow, torturing Lila with the anticipation of every touch. As he neared her clit, her thighs tingled and her breathing went shallow.
“Mmmmmhhm,” she softly purred.
This was so humiliating. Lila could not help the reactions in her, the pleasure she felt at being pawed like this, and she was ashamed at giving Lochan the knowledge that she was enjoying his manipulations of her. Her moaning would only prove him right.
His fingers teased the small cover of skin over her clit, making her feel just enough to know a world of new pleasure was waiting under there if she let him in. He circled around it, massaging her sensitive flesh.
Another soft purr, a bit louder. Her arms pulled against the bindings again, but only because she wanted to wrap them around his broad back, to stroke his luxurious dark hair and to slide them over his powerful chest.
Lochan pulled back and pecked at her neck a few times while his fingers stroked closer than ever to her clit. “It’s been five minutes,” he said softly. “It’s all up to you now.”
The finger left her though, moving to the buttons of her shorts.
She groaned, “No, don’t stop.”
Lochan’s other hand took her breast in its firm grip, his rough palm warming her deliciously. Lila’s back arched on its own and she pressed into him, giving herself over to his claim of possession. Only for the moment. Just until I get what I want.
He bent his head to take her pointing nipples in his lips. Her shorts were unbuttoned now and Lochan slid them down her thighs, the feel of the rough denim adding to the arousal against her inflamed skin. The shorts hit the ground and she kicked them off her ankles. The motion made the cool air on her bare pussy seem cooler.
With a short, gentle bite, Lochan continued his assault on her breasts. She squealed. Then she did so again as he gave the other boob similar treatment. His sucked the spot of the bite, soothing and aggravating the nerves there all at once.
His hand returned to her now-uncovered mound and cupped it. Lila pressed hard against his palm, excited by the thrill of a man holding her. He immediately got a finger exploring into her, gradually slithering his way deeper into her.
“So tight,” said Lochan. Then he asked mockingly, “You’re not still a virgin, are you, Bright Eyes?”
She looked down from his face. “I...It’s never...well...”
“That’s okay. I guess you’ve been lying to yourself about what you needed for so long that the right man had to come along and take it for himself.”
Lochan stepped back and dropped his jeans over his boots, then stepped out of them. As he did so, his huge, hard cock waved in the air, making Lila lick her lips. Then she went serious. That organ was far too big for a whore, much less a virgin. She said, “I don’t think that you—”
“Why don’t you let me decide?” Lochan bent his knees and resumed his sucking, kissing and biting of her breasts. His erect cock nudged first one thigh and then the other, leaving spots of wetness behind.
Moving his lips up her chest and neck, Lochan brought his wide cock head to her slit. She drew back instinctively, knowing that what was coming would hurt. Then she found herself pushing herself forward, enticed by that initial feel of his powerful instrument against her sensitive pussy lips.
With a hand to guide him, Lochan centered himself at her entrance and then eased in, using one long motion. She cried out, rising on her toes as high as she could to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go as he claimed her. When he was about halfway in, continuing his climb into her, Lila’s legs gave out and she dropped, finishing his work for him as she landed all the way down him with a jolt.
“Unnhh, unnnh, unngh...” she panted rapidly as the shock settled through her system. She felt so full with his pulsing cock up in her. It was like her soul was being bullied into making room for the man invading her, letting him become part of her. Lochan kissed her neck and said, “I own you now.”
Even in the pleasure-pain world she inhabited on the twilight side of losing her virginity Lila felt he was being a little over-dramatic. But he had done something remarkable. No other man had imposed his will on Lila.
With ease, Lochan placed his hands under Lila’s shoulders and lifted her against the hard metal of the locker. His firm body pressed against hers, squashing her breasts and pinning Lila against the wall as her legs dangled. Her nose was against his neck and the scent of him, sexy and bold, spread into her mind.
With small movements he began rocking his hips into her, each nudge and shift multiplying into tremors within her. The thickness of him made each small thrust hurt, yet that same ability to touch her everywhere inside had all her nerves buzzing with a distinct thrill. And deeper, beyond that, each time Lochan sank into her, she felt a tremble of...dare she say it...submission.
Lila could not deny it any more, the physical pleasure was real, but the great rush of lust she felt came from knowing that this man was using her. Lochan, the man who had challenged and bullied her since her youth was the only man to fill her with respect and, yes, fear. And now that that he was taking her for his own, that fear was greater than ever and it made her nerves more sensitive to the pleasure he was bringing her.
Lochan breathed against her ear, “Let’s get this lesson really going.”
He slid all the way out of her, Lila’s passage clasping in vain to keep him inside. With a simple turn of his wrists, he swung Lila around, this time crushing her breast against the metal wall. He pulled her hips back, her toes barely touching the ground, making her strain against the cloth holding her. With her elbows pressed into the cabinet, her shoulders ached as she held her weight with them
His hands on her hips, Lochan drove himself back into her, his hard cock opening her up all over again and making her whimper. He went full force this time, pulling back and giving her all of his cock right away. His strokes were fast and hard, and Lila was forced to push back to keep her forehead from hitting the locker.
She bit her lip as she tried to steady herself with muscles that were going weak from the constant state of arousal combined with the strain of her position. The big cock hammered through the pathway to her womb, each new penetration straining her muscles with pulses of agonizing delight.
With a savage tone under his amusement, Lochan asked, “You remember what you told your boss I was? Kukarchod you called me—dog fucker. Well, I’m fucking you now, Bright Eyes. You’re the bitch in this. You’re the slut I’m going to fuck whenever I want.”
Lila almost despaired at how low she had let herself fall. And the worst part was how good it felt to debase herself.
That ecstasy built in her rapidly as Lochan bent over her, his hot animalistic pants against her ear and neck coming harder as he went deeper than ever. With a shock, Lila realized that she had given up any thought of fighting back, or of proving anything to Lochan. All that existed was the satisfaction she got from being used by him.
She had surrendered.
With that insight, the sensations flowing in Lila crashed together and wracked her body in a powerful orgasm. She screamed out her acceptance of her role and with it her well-earned pleasure. Her back arched and Lochan’s arms grabbed her to keep Lila in place as he continued fucking her.
The material of the towel strip was never meant for restraining anyone and it came loose amid her wrenching and spasming. She watched the white cloth float to the ground in slow motion as the last of her orgasm flowed up her spine to the back of her neck. As she fell forward, her hands took her weight on the locker in front of her naked breasts.
Just in time too, as Lochan’s continued fucking was pushing her forward. She ignored the pain in her shoulder and pressed herself back to him. Her orgasm had been incidental. This was about him and his mastery of Lila’s body and soul. She made herself available for him, propping her ass higher and further back, letting her legs help her take his furious pounding.
His growling voice said conspiratorially, “I wasn’t joking when I said you belonged to me. I’m the one who bought the team, Bright Eyes. You work for me.”
That was impossible. She half-turned to him and gasped out, “But you’re just a mechanic. You were kicked out of school.”
“I stopped going to classes because I was bored.” Lochan laughed. “That day on the hill, my clutch failed. All my time at school was spent tinkering in the engineering lab, thinking about how I lost out to you because of bad luck. The stuff I dreamed up in there, it’s being used by dozens of car companies now. Every new engine uses my parts and my company’s the only supplier.”
Lila moaned as the magnitude of her defeat became clearer. This man had become a billionaire because he wanted to own her, because his drive to master he
r was so great. She had never stood a chance.
“I own this garage, Lila.” Lochan’s voice went savage. “I own the tools. I own the floor and the roof. I own the team.” He pulled away from her and grabbed her wrist. As her depleted body stumbled behind, he dragged her the ten steps to her bike. “I own this machine.”
He hoisted her onto the bike, her shoulders on the handle bars, her legs dangling on either side of the seat. “I. Own. You.” With that he got onto the bike straddling it like he was about to ride. Lochan lifted her thighs wide, around his hips, and shoved all of his thick cock into her.
The lust in her rose again as Lila approached another climax. The strong, dominant man above her reached down and squeezed her breasts possessively. He stroked her smooth stomach as it heaved for breath.
“This body belongs to me, Lila.” He eased back and stroked into her. His pace was slower than before, but he worked at the end of each thrust to get as far into Lila as he could, stretching her to the limit. “And after I get you pregnant, the children you’re going to have for me, they will belong to me too.”
Children!
That could not be right. The rebellion returned to Lila’s mind. He was insane. She was a rider. A pregnant woman couldn’t ride. A pregnant woman couldn’t win championships for him.
But this had never been about championships, had it? Lochan had bought her team for the sake of owning her.
Well, Lila couldn’t give him that last bit of control. Her lips moved to tell him to stop. But her mind was ablaze with images of herself, belly swollen with child. And not just any child, the child of Lochan, the man who had forced his way into her life by sheer determination and male drive. All these years he had wanted her, she realized. All those comments about her learning to take care of babies, it was his babies he was thinking of.
Lila brought her hands up to her flat stomach, stroking it as she imagined how different it would be once she was carrying a baby. Her still open lips moaned out.
