Taking What's Mine (Forced Submission #1)(10)

He roughly grabs my hips and pulls them so my ass is on display in the air. We’re still naked from our shower, so I’m fully exposed, and shaking, knowing that any second he’s going to f*ck me in my ass. Hard.

I feel his warm tongue circle my tight bud, and I cry out from the shock. I just expected him to shove his cock inside me, and this gentle touch is confusing.

“Just relax, my love,” he says, and pulls back.

Suddenly I hear him spit, and feel the cool saliva on my *, and the tip of his cock at my back entrance. “Oh god!” I shout, because this has gone from sweet and gentle to quick and dirty too fast. “Please stop. Please don’t do this,” I beg, and try to pull away. He has one hand around my hip, holding me in place, and he’s using his other to guide the head of his cock into my ass.

“That’s it, Rose. Make it nice and tight for me. I want to feel that tight ring strangle my cock. Clench your * as hard as you can for me.”

I feel the hand around my hip move, and his big fingers start to gently stroke my clit.

“No,” I moan, because I know what’s coming. He will manipulate my body against me. Use my pleasure to make me want this.

It’s as if my body is wired to his touch, and I start to move my hips with his fingers. I’m rocking against his hand and I’m starting to get close to an orgasm.

I feel the pressure against my *, and my hips rise in invitation. I bury my face in the bed, because the shame of what I want is real. I want this. I want him to f*ck my ass and make me cum. I want him in the darkest part of my body, and I’m so humiliated by this realization.

“My dirty f*cking slut,” he says as his cock bottoms out in my ass. “Look at how easy you take my dick back here. Your hips are pushing against me, begging for more. You want it rough, don’t you, Rose? You want me to f*ck your ass hard? I got you baby. Just be still and I’ll take care of you.”

I feel him spit on my ass again and I whine into the mattress. It’s too good, and I hate myself for loving it. He pulls out and then pushes back in hard, causing me to cry out and bear down on his hands, seeking pleasure with my pain.

After a few more hard thrusts, I’m on the edge, and I can feel he’s close too. We are so in tune with each other’s bodies that we are going to cum together.

Colton puts hard pressure on my clit, and then pinches it as he thrusts one last time, sending me over the edge and into pure sexual bliss. My ass tightens up and clenches around him while I shout my release into the mattress.

I feel his cock pulse as he empties into my ass, and I can’t think of anything other than how wonderful that felt. After a beat, he lies down across my back and kisses the side of my face.

“I love you,” I whisper, and I can feel the smile spread across his face.





The rest of the day and night are spent entwined with one another. Colton doesn't have to tie me up anymore to get me to do what he wants, and I don’t think about running away anymore.

When morning light floods through the cabin, he begins to pack up what little he brought, and I put on the pink dress I walked into the cabin wearing.

As we walk out on the front porch, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I look up and meet his eyes.

“We should get going,” he says, and I nod my head in agreement.

“The kids will be happy to see us after a weekend at your mom and dad’s,” I say.

“Please, you know they spoiled them the whole time,” Colton says on a laugh as we walk out to his cruiser.

“Maybe we can do this next weekend too, only this time it will be your fantasy.”

“My sweet Rose, anything you want is my fantasy. Always has been. Always will be.”

I blush while leaning up and giving my husband a kiss on the lips. Could life get better than this?





EXCERPT FROM

TAKING THE FALL





“What the f*ck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.

“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.

“But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.

“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.