Taking What's Mine (Forced Submission #1)(8)

Time seems to blur, and I have no idea how long I spend with her mouth around me. It could be three minutes or three hours. I am completely lost until I explode.

“Take it all,” I grunt, still pumping into her face. “Drink every drop down.” My cum spurting down her throat.

Pulling my soft cock from between her lips, I run the tip along them, smearing a little bit of cum on her lips. She immediately licks her lips, and seeing it causes more of my cum to leak out. Greedy. “Stick your tongue in the tip, Rose. Get all the cum out, and clean the little hole.”

She latches on to the tip of my cock, getting every drop. I can feel her tongue going inside the tip of my cock and sucking me dry. “Such a good girl, my Rose.”

I lost count of how many times I took her last night, and there’s no counting how many times I made her cum. One time I actually passed out on top of her. Then I woke up with her * contracting around me, pulling my cum from me like a greedy little whore. She can protest all she wants, but her body couldn’t get enough of me.

When I finally untied her, she wrapped herself around me. She might’ve been sleeping, but it just shows how much her mind and body are fighting each other.

I hate pulling myself from her, but my love need some care; my cock is almost raw from her tight * and I’m sure she isn’t doing any better. Heading to the bathroom, I grab a warm washcloth and some cream before I make my way back to her. She’s rolled to her back with her legs spread wide for me. Her deep breathing letting me know she’s still sleeping. She’s lucky I don’t climb on top of her again and get my fill, with her baiting me like she is, but I have to do what’s best for my girl.

Running the warm washcloth softly between her legs, part of me loves seeing my cum coating the inside of her thighs, and I hate that I have to clean it away. Once I get her all cleaned up, I apply a cream to help with any discomfort she might be feeling. I want her to feel what I’ve done to her body, but I want it to be a sweet burn, not one that hurts her. When I look up, I see her staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. She’s still sleepy, but there’s something else there.

“Morning, love,” I say, tossing the washcloth and cream on the nightstand table before leaning down to kiss her. I’m shocked when she responds by kissing me back. Her tongue stroking into my mouth, sliding over mine, making a bolt of electricity shoot through me. How could I ever live without this? I can’t.

This woman was made for me; she’s my other half. She craves what I want to give her and she’s come to see that. That I can be her everything, and fulfill any need she’s ever had. No more writing out in her diary the dark things she craves, because I can give them to her. I crave doing this to her, and only her.

Hearing her stomach growl reminds me I haven’t fed her. I sigh; it takes everything in me to pull back from her.

“I’ll make us something to eat,” I say.

“Okay, I need to use the bathroom.”

Nodding okay, I grab her by the hand, pulling her from the bed. The room has a slight chill to it so I grab my bag off the table and fish her out one of my shirts to wear, sliding it over her head. She practically swims in the thing.

“Hmm – thank you,” she says, a light blush creeping across her cheeks, making me want to pull her to me. I’m sure she’s going over the past twelve hours in her head. Remembering all the times I made her come, and got her to tell me she loved me. Maybe turning over in her pretty little head how much she liked it.

“Go on.” I nod to the bathroom door. “Leave the door open, and don’t wash yourself. If you need a shower I’ll clean you, but first I need to feed you.”

When she enters the bathroom I take my chance to head out to the car and grab some stuff. When I walk back into the cabin, she’s just coming from the bathroom. Making my way over to the table, I pull a chair out for her, indicating she should sit. When she does, I toss the contents of my glove box on the table. The naked pictures I’ve had of her, and her diary.

I hear her gasp, but I just make my way over to the kitchen area and start to make our breakfast. I give her time to let everything sink in, and let her see how far this all really goes back.

“You read my diary!” she shouts from behind me.

A bark of laughter belts out of me, and I shake my head. “Love, we’ve done just about everything in that little book. Have I missed something?” I say while cracking a couple eggs into a bowl.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispers so softly I almost don’t hear.

I turn and face her, and her deep green eyes meet mine. “Because I want to give you everything you could ever dream of.”

“What if I want to leave?”

My eyes shoot to the door that I intentionally left wide open when I returned from my cruiser. She follows my line of sight.

“I’ll give you everything in the whole goddamn world, Rose. Sometimes I think the only reason I exist is because without you I’d be nothing. The day I saw you my whole world changed. I’ll give you anything you want, but what I won’t give you is freedom from me. You’ll always be mine. You’ll have to kill me to be free of me, Rose. Can you do that?”

“Why won’t you just let me go?” she whispers, and I smile at her.

“All right, how about this. I’ll give you a thirty-second head start. If I catch you, you’ll stop fighting me so much. Not completely, because we both know how much your fighting gets us off, but you’ll stop being so cold to me. If I catch you, you’ll stop making me drag ‘I love you’s from you. It breaks my heart every time you make me do that.”