by Dani Wyatt
Her muffled words and how she tugs on the arm restraints bring me a smile. The gag will come off soon, that has to happen, because for us to fully engage, I need her voice.
Her words.
Her transformation from defiance into submission.
I’m so goddamned hard, the pain shoots up and down my shaft. A moment later, I’ve decided.
“I’m going to kiss what’s mine first. I’m hungry. I’ve been hungry for years, Roxie. Do you know what that does to a man? To flaunt the buffet in front of him then let him starve?” My voice rumbles as I push off on the chair arms to rise, stepping to the side of the bed.
Her breathing is fast, but she’s stopped the futile tugging and writhing. It’s a shame in a way, that physical struggle was such a stunning way to enjoy her discomfort, but all good things will come to an end. Only, in my world, they will be replaced by something better.
She shifts her hips a bit, and I note the darker circle on the sheet under where her cunt is leaking for me.
“Look at you, fucking soaking the bed with that pussy.” I smile down at her, cracking my neck with a soft “tsk” sound. “What’s all the fight for, Rox? Just the opening act to get me warmed up? I’m plenty warm, trust me.” At the side of the bed now, I see her nipples tug together tighter. Goose bumps rise where I begin to trace my index finger up from her belly button, watching her tense as it slides between her breasts to settle firmly at the base of her throat. I revel in every reaction she gives to my touch. My words. The sight of me.
“Did you like when I choked you?” I shift my eyes from her tits to her face. Her neck still red where I held her then kissed her until she went slack under my grip.
The subtle flicker in her eyes answers for her, and I grin as I exchange my single finger for the clutch of one hand around her throat.
“Not that it matters, my pet. I’ll do as I please, but I do also wish to please you. More than you could ever imagine. Although that is at my discretion, as you will quickly learn.”
I tighten my fingers, reaching my other hand down between her legs, covering her hot cunt with the slap of an open palm without ceremony. She moans and screams into the gag as my fingers slide among her soaking folds. The scent of her passion grips me by the balls, and I release some slick ejaculate on a growl.
“Wet,” I whisper, entranced. “So, so wet. What do you think that means, Rox?” Her chest heaves, but she doesn’t twist or try to move herself from my hand. “Nod for me, tell me you are exactly where you need to be. Right here. Giving me everything.”
I squeeze harder, her juices flooding out from the heat below my hand to seep between my fingers as I hold her eyes, waiting for her answer. I move my hand up and down, slowly, then back and forth until her breath comes faster. “Answer the question. Are you right where you belong?”
I still my movements, tilt my head to the side, and pause as her belly quivers and a pink blush on her cheeks deepens.
When she nods, my heart explodes with happiness.
“Good girl,” I choke out, barely able to contain my own orgasm that is threatening to explode under the fabric of my jeans. How long I’ve waited to call her that. Those two words are more powerful than any I love yous I could utter.
Good girl. My good girl.
I take my first two fingers and spread her cunt lips wide just like her legs, exposing the textures, the folds. And when I lean back, I see that her clit is already swollen, just for me.
“That’s where my mouth is going to be in about ten seconds. Sucking all that juice down. And you’re going to come on my face.”
She’s struggling to speak through the gag, and I need her voice now. I want to hear her, because when my cock goes inside what’s mine, when my cum fills her for the next two weeks, she will be screaming my name. In anger, in fear, and in love.
They’re all the same.
Reluctantly, I drag my fingers away from her throat to jerk the gag down. It falls loosely under her chin, and she takes a long, gasping breath before she lays into me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She chokes out. Her words don’t match the way her cunt is dripping for me. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to tell my father and—”
I slam my fingers down and into her pussy. Hard, over and over, until her eyes roll back and she squirts into my palm, soaking me, my arm, and the bed.
“You were saying?” I say with a low laugh.
I’m done waiting. While she’s recovering from her orgasm, I strip fast and messy. Jump onto the bed with my face between her legs. Centering my nose over her drenched mound, I breathe deep, closing my eyes and losing myself in her sex scent.
“Black, please,” she begs, but it falls on deaf ears.
I don’t respond. I stick my tongue out and take the first long, slow lick from her dripping opening upward until I’m sucking on her clit. Then I release and decide she needs to learn. “Lesson one: don’t you ever tell me ‘no.’”
I bury my mouth into her, biting and sucking until her cream flows steadily. Her body is unable to defend itself against who and what we are. Her back bows as she comes hard and soaks my face, drenching my beard as I lap and devour every drop.
Her flavor flows through me like a drug, sweet and intoxicating like candy apples and longing.
Sweeter than anything this world has to offer.
She owns my ass now. She was mine before. I lusted after her and loved every inch of her before. But she has no idea what tasting her has done to me. I’m reborn, and she will serve me for the rest of my life.
I eat her like a starved dog to another orgasm until her thighs are shaking and her voice breaks. My face is drenched, her pussy gushes, and she’s panting.
“You know what your cunt just said to me?” I quickly shift up and over her, locking my arms at her shoulders, my rock-hard dick aimed right at her hot, waiting opening.
“Black, please,” she whimpers, her eyes filled with tears. Her glowing auburn hair stuck in patches over her face. In her mouth. It’s beautiful. She puffs out, “I’m begging.”
“I know you are. Your cunt just begged all over my face. Now, that little ripe pussy is going to get fucked. Then beg for more. It’s been mine for a long time hasn’t it, Roxanne?”
I bend my elbows, centering my hips, ready to take her in one stroke as I watch the red blossom up her chest and onto her cheeks while her mouth falls open, but no sound comes.
“Cat got your tongue?” Her eyes lock on to mine, and there’s no more holding back. I’m taking, not asking. “I’m going to fuck you raw. Until you can’t walk, don’t know your fucking name. But you will know mine. I will be all you know by the time I’m done with you.”
She offers one last futile effort to fight, but it’s no match for me. Her knees slap against the outsides of my legs, trying to close them. She knows what’s coming, and she knows there is no stopping me now.
I know she’s not a virgin. Just talk around the bar, but I hear things. One asshole in high school got her cherry after a night of drinking. That was before me, because that shit never would have happened if I was around. I did some digging, found out who that fuck was that took her while she was drunk, and paid him a visit. I only wish I could have been there for her sooner.
But from what I know, since then, she’s been locked up tight. Waiting for me. She’s pink, soft, and addictive, and I plan on being her junkie for life.
I lower my face to her, plunging my tongue, still soaked with her release, deep into her mouth. I drive my cock forward until my balls slap her wet heat in one hard thrust. Taking what’s mine and her scream at the same time.
I rut into her for a few strokes, and I’m primed to go. Her mouth betrays her as her tongue meets mine and begins to dance, kissing me back while I take her hard and fast. The sounds of our pleasure and the slapping of flesh fill the room.
I feed her tight opening with every inch, over and over, in and out until she starts to flail and cream all over my aching shaft.
Lifting my lips from hers, I whisper, “Good girl.”
My back tightens with each slam of my cock into her slick walls.
She’s never been more beautiful as I look down into her face as she screams and comes with me deep inside her. Her opening clamps down as I release my seed directly into her womb. She will be full of me until her belly swells and the whole world knows who she is.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
C H A P T E R S I X
Roxie
Black sucks hard on one nipple, so sensitive now that it feels like worlds colliding, while his fingers pinch the other, shooting rockets of pain out across my whole body. I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering if this is ever going to stop.
Knowing that I don’t want it to.
This, right here, is life and love. Neither heaven nor hell, but the space in between.
The light in the room has turned from an early evening glow to orange fire as the sun sets across the lake beyond the windows. I’ve been here for hours now. Black’s unshackled an arm or a leg at different intervals to make sure my blood is flowing, but I’m still bound to this bed, held at his mercy.
When we left for the cabin, I knew something was different. I felt it, but I never imagined in my wildest fantasies or shadow-filled nightmares that my father’s best friend, business partner, and pseudo-son would try anything like this. To tie me here, immobile and naked, while he took me and exacted his every depraved desire.
At first, I thought he must be sick. But, no, it’s me because I’ve never felt more alive. Fear races through my veins, but I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want it to stop. Because despite everything, I can’t stop the orgasms. I don’t want to stop them. I don’t want to stop him. It’s as though Black has a secret code to my pleasure, and he’s using it to control me in ways I didn’t understand before today.
“It hurts.” My voice is raw along with my nipples and my pussy.
“I’ll hurt you because that’s my right. But I’ll never harm you. I know the difference.” Black grunts then goes back to biting my nipple until I yelp, until the tears sting my cheeks.
His fingers are buried inside me right now, working my G-spot hard, but a moment later, he brings them out to flick and rub my clit until my body betrays me again and I come on a desperate moan.
“That’s my girl.”
“God, when will you stop?” I choke out, and I hear Black’s rumble of laughter.
He shifts from his position, half lying beside me, to stand off to the side of the bed. His hand moves down leisurely to stroke his massive erection, the cock that’s already been inside me three times since he tied me here. I’m sticky with our mutual fluids. The insides of my thighs itch where it’s dried on me.
He grips himself tight, squeezing out a few drops of cum at the tip, his face twisted in something I can only describe as painful satisfaction.
“I’m never going to stop,” he says simply, as if my question is ridiculous. “Don’t you understand? That cunt is fucking mine. I don’t ask. And you’ll never deny me. I’ll fuck you when I want. For as long as I want. However I want. Trust me when I say, as hard as I use you and fuck you, I will love and take care of you infinitely more.” He drags a hand down his beard, inhaling deeply, and I’m reminded of the knowledge that his facial hair is coated with my juice.
The look in his eye is pure beast, a wild animal that has scented its prey. And as much as he’s hurting me, I want more. More pain. More pleasure. I didn’t realize I wanted this, but now that it’s here, if he were to stop, I would be lost.
“Now, we’re going to do something a little different. I’m going to unshackle you. When I do, I want you to put your face down and ass up, and then I’m going to fuck you as deep as God allows. You’re going to be still, be a good girl. You won’t fight me, Rox. I know you won’t because if you do, you’ll be sorry. And I’ll still end up taking what I want anyway, it’s just going to hurt you a lot more.”
He stands there for what feels like an eternity, looking at me and jerking off. I’m hypnotized by the time he stops and steps to the foot of the bed, working the leather buckles that have me trapped, first releasing my right leg, then my left. Next, he moves to the top of the bed, and I hear the clink as my arms are set free before he kisses me tenderly for a long moment.
Then, with a grunt, he breaks our kiss, flips me over like a rag doll and jerks my hips upward.
“Face down. My hand is going to be pulling that hair until I’m done. Your job is to reach those hands back and spread yourself for me. Got it?”
Blood is already pumping into my pussy lips, making them throb. The need he’s kindled inside me flames hot. Even as I think I should protest and fight, I don’t. I reach back and center my fingers onto my butt cheeks and pull.
“Fucking beautiful. I’ll be in that ass soon enough. But not without some prep, so don’t worry. I may fuck you like my whore, but you are my most precious possession. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I just don’t understand,” I whisper into the bedding, turning my head to rest it as comfortably as I can. Tears spring to my eyes, partly from fear, but also partly from something else I can’t seem to place. Something strange. A longing for his approval. A deep need to give him everything he wants and to receive the same back, multiplied a hundredfold.
“You don’t need to understand. You need to be my good little fucktoy. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it, Roxie? When I pushed into you that first time, that cunt of yours grabbed on to me like a lifeline. Now, this time, I’m going deep. Scream when it hurts, I love to hear that shit.”
Without another word, there’s a split second when I feel the brush of his cock head at my opening, then he’s inside me.
I suck in a hard gulp of air, all sense of everything else leaving me except the pain of his girth tearing me in this position.
His hand tugs at my hair, pulling my head back up off the bed a bit and arching my neck painfully. A stream of expletives flows from him as he sets himself solid in my body.
I scream as he pounds his entire length into me. My body burns as he shows no mercy and takes what he wants. Harder and faster until my voice gives way and I’ve come more times than I can count.
“You’re going to taste this in the back of your throat,” he says on a growl.
He rides me for another few strokes until I’m spasming again, unable to stop the near continuous flow of climaxes that come out of me. I’m no one. Nothing, except this thing that comes and gives him whatever he needs.
He seats himself as deep as ever, my body screaming for relief as my opening stretches and he’s pushing the limits of my body, but still, I want more.
“Take it, sweet girl. You love me coming in that hot little cunt. Tell me you fucking love me, or you won’t get it.”
His words should be shocking, but the truth in them is what surprises me. I do want it, more than my next breath. I want him. But it’s the second part that freezes me in the moment, and Black stops all movement, keeping his steel shaft solid and still inside of me as I shake and drool onto the soft fabric under my face.
“Please,” I whisper.
“That’s not it. Not even fucking close to what I need to hear.”
A sharp flash of red pain blinds me for a moment, driving away any thoughts of my own. When I come back to the present, I feel it. His hand that had held one hip comes down again and again onto my ass until tears spill out of my eyes and sobs shake my body.
“Good girl. I love to hear a good girl cry.”
“I’m so close, please.” My orgasm is at the edge, but Black isn’t moving and I shift my hips back, trying to force him. But he’s so deep, there’s no more of him I can take, so strong I can’t possibly fight him.
“Oh no. You want a few more swats?”
“No. Please, no. Thank you.” I search desperately for the right turn of phrase, the one that he’ll accept.
“I’ll tell you when it’s time
for you to fuck me. But that time is not now. It’s time for you to tell me what I need to hear. What you know is true. Now tell me, and then I’ll fuck you until you and I come together so hard, you won’t wake up until tomorrow.”
He jerks my head back by the hair, shooting pain through my scalp, digging his fingertips into the hot, red flesh where he spanked me, and the words drip out of me like honey into tea.
“I love you. I love you.” I’m sobbing now. I have no idea why, but it feels beautiful.
“I love you too. More than you can ever imagine. More than this world could understand.”
With that, he pulls nearly out of me, making me cry before fucking me to an orgasm that shakes me to my bones.
To my soul.
Then he’s filling me with hot jets of his seed, and in the back of my mind, all I can think of is how badly I want his cum inside me. How badly I want it to find a home and give him a part of me, so that I will belong to him forever.
C H A P T E R S E V E N
Black
The last time I fucked her, she went limp. She fell into a near delirium before rolling over and crying silently into the pillow. A flash of worry hit me then, but a moment later, she was asleep, and now I’m sitting here admiring all the marks I’ve left on her body in the last three days.
Her hips, legs, and tits are a mess of purple marks from my teeth. Her ass is showing the signs of my hand being there. My fingertips, where they’ve dug into her flesh, made dots of light purple.
She’s more beautiful and more mine than ever. Lying in the tangle of white sheets, her mouth wide, her hair a fuck mess. I bathed her and then dragged her back to the bed with dripping hair and had her suck me off. Then I ate her and fucked her two more times until we ended up here, both spent, both dripping, and I know she’s unable now to think of her life before we arrived at the cabin.
She shifts and winces, only making me more satisfied. Her cunt is torn up. Her ass is as well, and although she hasn’t taken my cock in there yet, I’ve stretched it nicely with my fingers, and I know she’s sore as hell.
