His to Have (A Claimed Story Book 2) (3 page)

I
’ve wanted
her ass for as long as I can remember. The way it shimmies in the dresses on the set. The way she shows off her legs and teases everyone with the tight skirts. Sure, she’s married, but I’m certain that tight, puckered hole has never had a cock buried deep inside of it.

It will. It will forever. My cock will be deep in her ass.

The cab of the truck grows quiet as I let her think about my promises, as she reflects on our relationship, and as I let her contemplate how it’s changed. I don’t force her answer, because when she tells me that her ass is mine, I want her to mean it. I want her to beg me to fuck her, hard and raw. She’s going to beg for it, and when she does, it’s hers and she’s mine to have.

“Where are you taking me?” Erika finally asks.

“Oh, kitten, I’m taking you to a remote place where no one will hear you scream.”

“Please, Vic...Sir, please, take me home. We can forget this ever happened. I won’t say a word—“

“You won’t say a word unless I let you.”

Her head moves from side to side as she turns toward the window.

It takes another thirty minutes, but finally I turn off the country road onto a lane of gravel under a canopy of trees. The cabin is at least half a mile from the road, far enough back that with the trees, unless you know it’s there, you’d never find it.

I’d been there the day before, preparing for our arrival.

Ms. Erika Ellis
couldn’t have escaped her fate if she’d tried.

I pull the truck alongside the rustic old cabin and turn toward Erika. “Welcome to your new home.”

She doesn’t move as I open my door. When I reach her side of the truck and open her door, she remains perfectly still. “Come now, kitten, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless. “

“Please, V...Sir, please don’t make me go in there. This will change everything.”

I offer her my hand as if we’re about to dance, and in a way, we are. “Yes, kitten, it will. When this is done, you’ll know your mine—forever.”

Her hand trembles as she places it in mine. It’s small enough that I wrap my fingers totally around it, encasing it, keeping it and her for me. She looks down as the soft summer breeze blows against her exposed tits.

“That’s right. Look at your hard nipples. You may be saying you don’t want to go in there, but your body is saying you do.”

She doesn’t respond. As soon as we’re inside, I plan to remove all of her clothes. Her body—her
entire
body—not only her tits, will be at my disposal the entire time. Her steps are small, unsure, a complete contrast to how she usually prances around. I’ve watched her at the station, moving around the city, and even in her apartment. This uncertainty is new and hot.

I open the front door, lead her inside, and hit the light switch. Thankfully, I’d turned on the generator the day before. The large main room floods with light.

Erika stalls, her mouth open and her feet unable to move. “No. Please.” Her words are meant for me but her eyes are too busy scanning the room. It isn’t the small kitchen area or table that has her attention. It’s the St. Andrew’s cross secured against one wall, a bondage table nearby, and an elaborate hook and chain suspended from a ceiling beam. Below the suspended chain are too large rings set in the concrete floor.

Near the cross on one wall is an armoire filled with every toy and accessory imaginable. Next to it, hanging on the wall, is an assortment of whips, crops, paddles, floggers, and canes. I know she isn’t ready for all of this, and I’d considered putting it away, but I couldn’t resist seeing her reaction. She barely blinks as she takes it all in, turning slowly toward the large four-poster bed already adorned with wrist and ankle cuffs

Erika swallows as her lip disappears behind her teeth and the pink leaves her cheeks. Her grip upon my hand tightens.

I pull her close and menacingly whisper near her ear. “I know your fantasies.”

She shakes her head.

“What did I say about lying?”

“I’ve never said...” She can’t seem to take her eyes off everything.

“I’ve seen your Kindle account. I know what you like to read. Your Tumblr account. I know what videos you watch.” My smile broadens as I take a step back and release her hand. “You’re a dirty slut and you want to be treated like one.”

Her gaze falls to the floor as she bites her lower lip. “Read and watch...not live.”

I have no desire to debate this with her. “Take off your clothes, everything.”

I step back to the outside door and latch it. “I’m locking the door to keep us safe, not because I’m worried about you running. You know how long we drove to get here. Tell me, kitten, do you think you can run away?”

“N-no, Sir,” she says, fumbling with her torn dress.

“That’s good, because if you did, and I caught you, I’d punish you until you couldn’t stand and then I’d fuck your holes, every one of them. Is that what you want?”

“N-no. S-sir.”

Her words are separated by soft cries. I resist the urge to lick the salty tears from her cheeks, but I honestly worry that if I supply any more stimuli it might send her over the edge. This is a bold new world and my kitten is barely keeping up.

Once her clothes are off, I begin with her education and point to the large circle in the beam and the chain hanging from it. “Remember those shoes you were supposed to bring?”

She only nods.

I look down at her bare feet and shake my head. “Your toes are going to get tired.”

Her expression blanks until she understands my meaning. She understands that binding her from that chain, with only her toes touching the floor would have been easier with the red heels I told her to bring. “P-please...” Her words trail way as her shoulders drop. Her body is telling me that she knows there’s nothing she can beg for. Everything is at my discretion.

“Kneel.”

Her eyes dart to the St. Andrew’s cross and she falls to her knees. “Good girl,” I praise as I walk closer. “Eyes down, always down.” I tilt her head forward. “I want that ridiculous makeup gone, but first I made you a promise.” I unsnap my jeans and sigh. The relief at freeing my throbbing hard cock is overwhelming. Having Erika Ellis naked on her knees has been my dream, and it’s now my reality.

When she looks up through her lashes seeing me stroking my cock, she gasps. “No,” she says, a familiar smugness in her tone. “You can’t make me. I’ll bite it off. I swear I will. This is ridiculous. I’m not sucking you, not like this.”

“Kitten,” I purr, stroking her hair and tilting her eyes back down. “I never said you were. I said I was going to fuck your mouth.”

She starts to stand when I push her back to the floor. “Do not move without my permission. Eyes down.”

I wait until she sinks again to her knees and bows her head before I walk over to the armoire, the one I thoroughly checked the day before. While I would like her to willingly submit, I have to admit, her fire is erotic. It always has been. Searching through the toys, I find wrist cuffs and a spider gag, items I thought I might need.

With my cock hard and pointed toward the sky, I take my choice of toys back to my kitten. Walking around behind her I say, “Put your hands behind your back.”

“P-please...”

She doesn’t say more as I bend and lick away her tears. “Hands behind your back.”

Her shoulders sag as she complies. The cuffs are lined with sheep’s wool and won’t hurt her or her skin no matter how hard she pulls. The buckles keep the cuffs tight and her wrists together. “Lift your head.”

It’s then she sees the gag and her blue eyes fill with fear. “What’s that?”

I pet her hair. “I told you, I’m fucking that smart mouth. I’m not taking the chance on you biting me.”

She shakes her head. “No, please. I won’t bite. I won’t.”

“Open your mouth, kitten. I’ve imagined this between your sweet lips.”

When she holds her lips together, I cover her nose. It only takes a few seconds for her to gasp for air. When she does, I slide the metal gag between her teeth. “Don’t fight it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes widen as I attach the gag to an elastic band that secures around her head. The gag has a ratchet-like lever and click-by-click her mouth opens until she moans. “Oh, kitten, that’s perfect. Now you’re going to let me fuck that pretty mouth. Agree, or I’ll open it wider.”

Quickly she nods her agreement.

I smile as she tries unsuccessfully to talk. The gag holds her tongue in a way that makes her words only sounds—erotic and frantic sounds—encouraging me to fuck her mouth.

“That’s it. Don’t worry, I’m going to do it. You don’t need to beg.” I plunge my dick between her pried-open lips. It’s not the same as it would be to have her lips closed around me, but the ring creates friction and her mouth gives off warmth. I wrap my hands in her hair and thrust, with each one I push deeper, my tight balls bounce off her chin. In and out until the sound of her gagging pushes me over the edge.

Instead of cumming in her mouth, I pull back, letting stream after stream of my white, sticky cum rain over her face. She closes her eyes and attempts to turn away as I cum all over her. It shoots in her mouth, hair, eyes, and more on her tits. When I release her hair, my kitten’s head falls forward, my cum and her drool dripping from her chin.

She’s so fucking sexy like this. It’s not the Erika the viewers see.

Knowing that I’m seeing a side of her that no one else does keeps my dick hard. I lift her by the arm until she’s standing and back her, step by step, toward the bed. She still can’t talk, but she’s fighting to look at me, to glare at me, and to yell at me, but at the same time, the submissive part of her, the part she’s hidden away, wants to be obedient and keep her eyes downcast.

My cock twitches at her internal struggle.

S
pit mixes
with his cum and drips from my chin. I can’t swallow with this thing in my mouth, not really, not with the way it pushes on my tongue. I want to beg him to remove it, to take it off. I want to scream and tell him he’s a monster and at the same time, I want him to fuck me. As he pulls on my arm, making me stand, all I can think about is his cock, not in my mouth, but in my cunt. The need has never been this great as my pussy clenches for relief.

My legs collide with the bed as he moves me backward. He doesn’t stop until I fall onto my bound hands, onto my back, and onto the mattress.

“Spread your legs.”

I can’t physically fight him, even if I want to. But my pride won’t let me submit. I hold my thighs together, knowing that when I obey, not only am I allowing him to see me, but he’ll also see how turned on I am.

Victor is tall, at least ten inches taller than me. He probably outweighs me by nearly a hundred pounds, not of fat but of muscle. He’s a brick house and I’m no opponent. His fingers dig into my thighs as he pries them apart and easily lifts my feet to the bed. I turn my eyes away in shame as he continues to spread my legs, exposing my pussy until the lips of my cunt open wide.

“Holy fuck, kitten, you’re soaking wet. Your cum is dripping from your cunt to your asshole. Damn, you’re needy.”

He brushes his finger around my asshole and I writhe. I can’t talk. All I can do is grunt.

“I know your tight hole wants my cock, but, kitten, you’re going to need to wait.”

His touch moves upward, his fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. With my hands behind my back, my ass is lifted and all I can do is arch my back, praying he’ll go deeper, praying he’ll pleasure my clit.

“That greedy cunt wants my cock, doesn’t it?”

I shake my head, not willing to tell him the truth.

Victor grimaces, before he says, “Kitten, I warned you. Don’t move.”

I shiver at the loss of his touch as the sound of his footsteps tell me that he’s walking back to where he found this gag. I pray he’s not going for the crops—or, God forbid, the canes. I’ve only read about them, but from what I’ve read, I don’t think I can take a cane.

When Victor returns, he lifts my ass higher and slides something underneath me. It takes me a second to realize that it’s a chastity belt. He’s locking away my cunt and clit.

I groan as the padlock clicks.

“Put your feet back on the ground,” he commands. “We’re going into the shower.”

When I stand, Victor does something to the gag—touching a side lever that releases the pressure and lets my mouth close. The immediate relief causes me to sigh. Once the gag is fully removed, Victor holds my arm and stares down at me. I try to keep my eyes down until he says, “Look at me, kitten.”

I do, but my gaze is veiled. He’s so much taller and his shoulders are broader. He’s more of a man than I ever realized, powerful and in control. Perhaps it’s because I’m naked and he just fucked my mouth. Maybe it’s because he’s still mostly dressed, except for his cock, which is again standing to attention. No matter the cause, I’m fascinated by his presence.

He rubs my jaw joint, kisses my forehead, and asks, “What do you say? I just removed the gag.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I can’t believe how freely the words flow.

In the bathroom, he turns on the water and waits as it warms. I try to see in the mirror. It’s a habit. But his presence blocks me. I can’t see what I look like. I can’t see if I’ve changed. Yet somehow I feel different.

Once the water warms and steam begins to fill the room, Victor turns my way. “Undress me.”

I don’t hesitate as I lift his t-shirt over his head. It had been tight enough to let me know his body is trim and fit, but without it I see the definition in his abs. I resist the urge to touch him and instead, kneel to remove his shoes and socks. Once he’s kicked off his jeans, and I’m still on the ground, I look up. “Sir, I can suck you much better without that thing in my mouth.”

With an angry expression, Victor lifts me by the shoulders—like I weigh nothing—and says, “No topping from the bottom, kitten. I’m in control.”

My pussy clenches at his words. He’s right. I was trying to take charge.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Not acknowledging my apology he directs my moves. “In the shower.”

With my head hung in shame, I step behind the curtain. The warm water falls down, flattening my hair. For a moment, I worry about the makeup, the mascara that must be dark streaks creating rivers running down my cheeks. And then, I realize how much I’ve cried over the last hour and the way Victor’s cum showered me—my face, my boobs, and my body. More than likely, I already have raccoon eyes and dark streaks down my cheeks.

I exhale as Sir suds a cloth and gently cleans my face and my body. Instructing me to face the wall with my hands upon the tile, slowly, methodically, he washes my hair and body. Up my thighs, cleaning away not only his own cum but my own. I moan as he washes near the belt.

“It’s your punishment for lying,” he says.

I lower my chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me what you lied about.”

“About wanting your cock.” Tears again prickle my eyes. “It’s just wrong. I shouldn’t want it, not like this.”

He brushes his finger along the edge of the belt, close, but unable to reach where I need him. I writhe, wanting him closer, needing him inside me.

“Does it feel wrong?”

His hands move to my breasts, cupping, kneading, and pinching. I push backward, searching for his hard dick, wanting it against me, wanting to feel it.

My head moves backward with the tug of my wet hair. “Does it?”

“No, Sir. It doesn’t feel wrong.”

“I told you that I’d punish you for lying. Did you lie about your pussy wanting my cock?”

I swallow. “Yes, Sir. I did. I admitted I did.”

“Then tell me how I’m punishing you, what I’m doing to you.”

“Now,” I answer, “you’re not letting me have it, or touching me.”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

My mind surrenders as my body electrifies. The droplets of water falling upon my skin are needles prickling my flesh. My Sir’s voice is thunder. His hands are salvation. Only through him can I find salvation. “Yes,” I admitted.

He spins me around and lifts my chin. “Yes...?”

“Sir. I want you to touch me.”

“But you lied.”

“I’m ashamed.”

“We have all weekend, kitten. Here’s your choice. Either you get to keep the chastity belt on until tomorrow or you choose to take another form of punishment, and when I’m done with that, I’ll fuck your needy cunt. The choice is yours.”