Taking What's His (Forced Submission #4)(10)
“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.”
THE END
Chris
She's asking for it and she knows it, I think to myself as I stare down at her barely legal *. 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 * 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 * 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 *, 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.