Taking What's Ours (Forced Submission #2)(3)

A barbaric part of me wants her to get off on this. I want to make her cum. I want to bury my face between her thighs until she cums all over me. Her scent filling my lungs. I want to force the orgasm from her body, whether she wants to give it to me or not. I need to take it from her, and there’s nothing more I want in this moment than that. Well, maybe for there not to be a f*cking camera in here.

I know Hudson gets off on the idea, but it eats me up, thinking about other people watching. Pushing the thoughts of the camera out of my mind, I stare down at the flawless woman in front of me. Need courses through me. I can actually feel my hands shaking with it, like a junkie needing their next fix. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now here she is for the taking. No one’s coming to stop us, so we can do anything we want to her.

Slowly I reach down and claim her tit. Squeezing it firmly, running my thumb over her nipple, and watching it get harder for me. Gripping it tighter, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it a little harder this time, wanting her to squirm for me. I’m rewarded with a little whine as she tries to get away from the touch. I need to get the rest of her clothes off and expose every inch of her to us.

“Fuck, look at those nipples, they’re so hard for us. I think she likes it,” Hudson says. Pulling my gaze away from her, I look at him. He’s got his eyes transfixed on her breast and his cock’s already in his hand as he slowly strokes himself with his free hand. My morning jerk-off session doesn’t seem to be helping any, because my balls are drawn up tight, ready for release. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the tip of my cock inside of her without exploding everywhere. Just the touch of her warm cunt to my dick and I bet I’ll nut all over her.

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone I swear,” she begs again, fighting against the grip Hudson has on her hands. I see him lean close to her face, and she stops begging for a second.

“The next time you open your mouth, I’m going to put my dick in it. Well, I’m going to do that anyway, but I want to watch him f*ck you for a bit while I hold you down, so how about you be still and let us have our fun.” Suddenly his lips touch hers, and he’s kissing her.

Doc bucks her body up, trying to push him off, making her tits jiggle. I grab both of her legs and get between them. The exam table is short, and her long legs hang off, so there’s plenty of room for me. She continues to fight as I go for the hem of her pants, ripping them off her, along with her silky red panties. She kicks out and fights against me as much as she can while being held down. I have to be quick so she doesn’t land a foot on my face, but I’m so much stronger than she is.

After I’ve fully exposed her lower half, I go back between her legs, and press my body into her so she can’t thrash around. There’s no point fighting us now. We have her pinned to the bed and her legs spread wide for us with no protection for her cunt. All I have to do is free my cock and slide into her.

“Fuck,” Hudson says, breaking away from the kiss. He has a little blood on his lip, no doubt from Doc biting him.

The two of us have always shared women, something that seemed odd to outsiders but natural to us. We grew up on the streets and have always done everything together. We are brothers, not by blood but by something stronger.

Hudson wipes the blood from his mouth, “She f*cking bit me,” he growls out but I don’t think it got the responses the Doc wanted, because it seems to have only turned him on more.

“Told you she’d bite,” I tell him, reminding him of our earlier conversation.

“You want it rough, Doc? Because I’m more than happy to oblige,” Hudson says, looking down at her. If one thing's for sure, Hudson would make true on that promise. He likes his sex rough and dirty. I like it dirty, but I favor a sweeter touch. I want to make her beg.

She screams out, and he grabs her by the throat. I place my thumb on her clit and start to roll it.

“Doc,” Hudson growls, his hand still around her throat. “You scream again, it better be mine or Ridge’s name coming from those lips.”

She stops fighting, but I feel her hips jerk as I play with her clit. I’m sure her brain is going haywire, between Hudson’s firm hand around her throat and my soft touch giving her pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, hiding her big brown eyes from me. After a few seconds, a moan escapes her lips, so sweet and breathy, I feel my chest tighten at the sound. Nothing has ever sounded so f*cking good. Six months in this hellhole, and that one little moan makes it worth every minute.

“Fuck, Ridge, do that again. I want to hear her beg for us.”

“Please,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if she wants more, or is begging us to stop. It doesn’t matter, because there’s no stopping us. We want her and she’ll be ours, whether she likes it or not. Hudson and I always get what we want and she’s no exception.



“Make her cum, Ridge,” Hudson grits out, his words filled with need and desire. “Make that * pop for us. I want her to know she came while two men held her down and used her body like a whore.”

“Please, no, just do whatever you’re going to do to me, but don’t make me cum. Don’t make me like this. I’m begging you. I won’t fight. You can f*ck me, just don’t make me cum.”

I press down on her clit, circling harder as her body jerks and her eyes fly open. “It’s too late, Doc. Your * is already begging for it.” There’s no way I‘m leaving this room without making her cum for us. She needs to know that we own her body, whether she wants us to our not. We’ll make her crave us like we’ve been craving her. It’s only fair.