Taking What's His (Forced Submission #4)(9)

“I think you’ll love it,” I reassure her, reaching to untie her hands and feet. I rub where the ropes dug into her, but the rope was soft and I see there’s no damage. “But if there is something you don’t like, we can change it. Just let me know and I’ll have it done.” Thinking on it for a second, I change my mind. “I mean, I’ll fix it myself for you.” I wasn’t going to let someone else come into our home and build or change something for her. I’d do it for her myself. They’d probably see how perfect she is and try to steal her from me.

Reaching for the end of the bed, I grab the folded sheet and shake it out, wrapping it around her. She doesn’t fight me or make even the smallest protest. Maybe some of her resolve is finally slipping. She’s starting to understand this is her life now and there’s no reason to fight it. Why should she? No one in this whole f*cking world will treat her better than I will.

“I’m going to carry you, pet. This is the part of the driveway I park my truck on. It’s gravel, and I don’t want to hurt your little feet.”

Scooping her up, my heart warms when she wraps her arms around me without me having to ask her to. I pull her closer, move to the door, and hop down out of the truck.

Her eyes dart around, looking everywhere. “It’s…”

She seems to change her mind about wanting to say whatever it is, but I have to know.

“It’s what?” I encourage her.

“Beautiful.”

The house is perfect. It sits on over thirty acres surrounded by forested land. The house is a two-storey building with a wraparound porch on each floor.

“Then you’ll fit right in, won’t you, pet?”

“I’ve never fit in anywhere.”

I can tell by the look on her face she didn’t mean to say that part out loud. I don’t understand how that could be possible. When I first saw her, I had to get close, had to touch her, hear her voice. How could anyone ever make her feel like an outsider?

“You’ll always fit with me.”

As I make my way to the front porch, she lays her head on my shoulder. When we reach the double door entryway, I place her on the ground while I pull my key out of my pocket and slide it into the lock.

Scooping her back up into my arms, I carry her inside. I should stop and show her around, but all I can think about is seeing her laid out in our bed for the first time.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I eat up the distance to our room. When I reach the foot of the bed, I just toss her on it and start peeling off my own clothes, wanting to be skin to skin with her. “Out of the sheet, pet.”

My belt drops and hits the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the room. When she doesn't move, I give her a hard look that has her scurrying to untangle herself.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and I'm on her before she can react, my shoulders pushing her thighs apart, and I bury my face between her legs. The smell of her and me mixed together fills my lungs, making cum from my hard cock leak onto the bed.

"You get the first orgasm in our house together. I'm going to show you how good it’s going to be so you'll never leave me. Ever. I'll keep you so exhausted with pleasure you won't be able to crawl away from me,” I growl against her delicate skin, dropping my mouth to her *.

Her hand goes to my head, and I think she’s going to try to pull me off. Instead she grabs a hold of me, not pulling me away, but not pressing me into her either. Just holding me.

I give her what she won't ask for. No games or teasing. I zero in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, tasting the mixture of our pleasure from our last bout of sex. Her back arches off the bed and her hips jerk against my face.

Gripping her thighs, I spread her wider, opening her up completely. I lick and suck, and then she gives it to me. She screams out my name, and the sound makes me so hard and excited, I can’t control my own orgasm and I start cumming on myself. It should be embarrassing, but I don’t give a f*ck. She tastes so sweet, and hearing her say my name tipped me over the edge.

I continue to suck her clit, helping her ride out the last bit of her orgasm until her body lets go, relaxing onto the bed. She looks physically exhausted as she lies limp on the bed.

Crawling up her body, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe us in. Feeling her under me and knowing she’s here has soothed me inside. After a few moments, I feel myself start to drift off, and then suddenly I’m wide awake.

"Is that a picture of me?"





Chapter 8





Cameron





Sitting 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.”