Taking What's His (Forced Submission #4)(2)

“Dallas?” She has a hopeful look in her eyes, like this might just work out.

“I could use me some good brisket. Sounds like a plan.”

A smile lights up her face and I see relief wash over her. “Thank you.”

“Coffee’s ready, Sly.” Betty breaks into our conversation and I nod my thanks as I take the coffee.

“Truck’s this way.” I open the door for her and point towards my truck. Making our way over to passenger side, I help her in, shutting the door behind her. A door that can only be unlocked from the outside. She’s so close now I can taste it, and I’ll be tasting her soon.

I make my way around to my side, climb in, fire up the ignition and pull out onto the highway. I need to get space between us and everything else.

“You want to talk about it?”

She licks her plump lips, drawing my eyes there. She’s stalling, making it clear she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Not really. It’s a long story to tell.”

“We’ve got lots of time,” I say, reaching over and placing my hand on her bare knee. Why on earth would she be running around in a little dress like that? She tenses at my touch, but I make no move to remove my hand. Why would I? She belongs to me now. The sooner she realizes that and comes to terms with it the better.

“I just needed to get away so I left without thinking it through. I got myself a little lost. Thank you again for taking me to Dallas. It’s a huge help.”

“How thankful are you?” I glance over at her, taking my eyes of the road for just a second. She goes completely still under my hand. Her breathing picks up, pushing her breasts against the bodice of her sundress.

“Please,” she says, her voice cracking on the word. Her face has gone white, and the reality of the situation she’s gotten herself into sinks in.

“Cameron, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. That’s up to you, sweetheart. But either way you’ll be giving me what I want.” I slide my hand up her leg, under her dress. She squeezes her legs together trying to stop me.

“Hard it is.” I yank my hand out from between her legs, grabbing a fistful for her black silky hair in my hand, using it to pull her towards me, and I take her mouth in a hard kiss. It’s over fast, and I wish I could’ve taken her lips for a while longer, but that will have to wait until I find a secluded place. Until then I’m going to enjoy a little taste of what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

I don’t want to hurt her, but I need her to obey me. Releasing her hair, I reach down to pull out the knife I have wrapped around my calf. I toss it onto the dashboard and the metallic clank echoes in the truck.

“I’m sorry! Please, I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Never doubted you wouldn’t do what I wanted. Knew you’d be mine the moment your eyes locked on mine.” I look over and see her frozen in place. “Now, where was I?” Licking my lips, I eye her legs, still closed tightly. “Give me your underwear.”

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. You’ll never see me again.”

Her words spark my anger. Never see her again? Over my f*cking dead body. “Cameron, give me your f*cking underwear.” Gripping the steering wheel hard, I try to get myself under control, “Talk about leaving me again and you won’t like the consequences.”

Reaching under her dress the best she can without showing me anything, she awkwardly gets her panties down her legs. Her shaky hand holds them out to me and I snatch them up like a prize. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply, the smell of her sweet * making my balls ache.

“I want to see it. Spread your legs, hike the dress up, and show it to me.” I don’t wait for her this time, my patience already on edge, reaching over I yank her legs apart and flip her dress up. I know the sight of her, of her *, will calm me down. Maybe I’ll make her play with herself, the smell of her cunt would fill the truck cab and maybe act as a balm to my anger. She makes a move to cover herself, but I squeeze her thigh.

“I’m going to release my hold on you. You don’t as much as f*cking move unless I tell you. Got that?”

“Yes,” she says, so softly I almost don’t hear her.

Letting go of her leg, I turn on an overhead light. “Spread them further apart. I want to see it.” The need is so strong I’m not sure how I’m not coming apart at the seams. I need to mark every part of her so she knows she’s mine.

She slowly spreads her legs wider, and I get my first glimpse at her bare *. It pisses me off. I expected to see the same black hair covering her * as she has on her head.

“You’re shaved.”

I hate thinking about the other man she did this for. She looked so innocent sitting in the diner all alone. Like she needed me to save her. Her dark hair cascading down all around her, a contrast to her creamy skin. Big green eyes that made her look like she’d never been touched by anything or anyone.

She doesn’t respond to my statement, her breaths coming out in fast little huffs.

Reaching down, I cup her *, running my index finger between her folds. I bring the finger to my mouth to taste her sweetness. I need to know if she’s as innocent as she tastes.

“You have a cherry in there?”