His to Have (A Claimed Story Book 2) Page 2

  “Victor, I don’t—“

  I cut her off. “Sir.”

  Her shoulders straighten. “What?”

  “No names this weekend. You may address me as Sir.”

  “I-I what? I will not—“

  We are now out of the city and smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Buildings and even houses are a thing of the past. Soybean and cornfields cover the countryside. Thin rows of trees line the open fields next to grassy ravines that meet the small gravel shoulder. One wrong move during a dark night drive and the truck could end up in a five-foot-deep gulch. Thinking only about the woman in my truck, I stomp on the brake and pull the truck to the shoulder. The tires squeal and the undercarriage pings as rocks and gravel fly. Faster than Erika can process, I throw the truck into park, unbuckle my seatbelt, and slide next to her, pinning her between me and the door.

  “Don’t even think about opening that door,” I warn. “There’s a five-foot drop out your door and if you fall in, I’ll follow your fine ass and take you in the mud.”

  She swallows, her frightened eyes staying fixed on mine.

  With one hand in her hair at the nape of her neck and the other possessively splayed over her upper thigh, I pull her toward me. Between the door and her seatbelt, she’s trapped.

  “Sir,” I repeat. “Your only other option is Master.”

  A tear teeters on her lower lid until she blinks and it dangles from her over-thick lash. “Vic—“

  I pull her lips to mine. Though she tries to push me away, I’m too big, too strong, too determined. With her finally in my arms, I take what’s mine, crashing my mouth over hers. Without hesitation, my tongue plunges into her warm, sweet haven, searching and probing. Her tiny fists push against my chest, as it crushes her boobs. The thump of her heartbeat drums below mine. Her fear and arousal fills the air, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that instantly turns my cock to steel.

  My fingers wind into her brown hair, unashamedly pulling her head back as I continue to capture her lips. Kiss by kiss, her pleas soften. The more I probe, unrelentingly bruising her lips, the more her muscles relax and her body melts against mine.

  I pull back, keeping our eyes locked, and reach for her hand. Erika tries to hold it back, but I’m not in the mood for negotiation. Taking her hand, I push her palm against the front of my jeans, rubbing it over my throbbing erection. “Feel what you do to me?”

  When she doesn’t answer, I pull her hair again, wrenching her neck backward, causing a gasp to fall from her lips. “Do you feel that?” I ask again.

  “Y-yes,” she whimpers.

  My lips curl upward. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Oh, dear Lord, this can’t be happening.

  I close my eyes, hoping to block everything out, but I can’t. Victor continues to rub my hand over his erection—over his large, hard, angry cock. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s not the cameraman who watches me. He’s possessed.

  “Say it again,” he demands.

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice isn’t my own. It’s weaker and submissive.

  I’ve never been submissive in my life.

  Victor releases my hand and moves his under the hem of my skirt. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I feel parts of my body I never knew existed. The tiredness from the station is gone, replaced with adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream at record speed. The higher his fingers move, the more I’m electrified.

  I shudder at his forwardness. He’s touching me, and I’m exposed. Why didn’t I change before I left the station? In jeans, he couldn’t touch me. In jeans I’d be safe.

  But would I?

  I gasp as he brushes the crotch of my panties.

  “Kitten, you’re soaked.”

  Kitten?

  “You’re soaking wet,” he repeats. “You want me to put this hard cock in your pussy in that dirty ditch, don’t you?”

  “No!” I say, trying to close my legs and stop his invasion.

  He’s too strong. His finger curls under the cotton crotch and teases my clit sending shockwaves crashing through me. One finger and then two find their way to my hole. I try not to moan, but my body is clenching his fingers, holding on tight.

  “P-please,” I plead. “Please don’t do this.”

  “You want it. You want it bad.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  My head jerks back as he pulls my hair again, this time causing tears to trail down my cheeks.

  Victor sticks out his tongue and licks my face, from my chin to my eye. I move to back away, but I can’t. He does it again, his spearmint-scented breath in my nose as his saliva covers my cheek. All the while his fingers continue to assault me, to plunge in and out of me.

  “Cry, kitten,” he says. “I’ll drink every tear, each drop makes me harder. Each one is another thrust in your pussy, because you’re going to relieve this ache in my cock. I’m going to take you. Look at how you’re rocking your hips to my touch. You want this. You want me. You’re mine.” He sits straighter, looking directly in my eyes. “You know that, don’t you?”

  I’m not sure what I know, embarrassed that my body is reacting—no, appalled. This is wrong, and yet I am moving with his fingers, wanting him to touch my clit, needing for more than what he’s giving me.

  Another long lick of my face and I fight to not flinch. “Tell me,” he demands.

  “Tell you what?”

  My head snaps back again, my scalp screaming from the repeated attack.

  “Don’t make me punish you,” Victor warns. “Hurting you is only my goal to bring you pleasure, but I will, kitten, I’ll make you cry. I’ll make you scream. Follow my rules and this will go much better.”

  His rules?

  His fingers leave my cunt. But before I can think about it, cool night air and the truck’s AC reaches my chest as he rips the front of my dress, pulling it apart at the seams. He hisses at my the sight of my breasts, pushing up out of my lace bra. Without removing it, he pushes the lace cups down, exposing them.

  “Look at your nipples,” he teases. “They’re hard. You’re turned on. Now tell me what I want to hear. Tell me who you belong to.”

  “M-my husband,” I manage to say.

  He pinches one nipple and I shriek at the jolt of pain. “Try again, and don’t forget to say Sir.”

  “I do, Sir. I belong to him. I’m married.”

  “Does your husband know that? Have you told him? Does he make you wet?” Victor sucks on the finger that was only moments ago in my pussy. “Does he make you this wet?”

  I can’t process all of his questions. My husband can make me wet. He has. I nod.

  “Then why did you choose to keep him waiting? If you want him, you wouldn’t work an extra broadcast, would you?”

  “I-I...it wasn’t about him.”

  He tweaks my nipples, pinching them roughly with his fingers. “Oh, kitten, it should be, but since it’s not, you’ve got me. I’m going to teach you how to treat a man.”

  “Please...” It’s all I can think to say.

  Victor leans back. “Take off your underwear.”

  “What?”

  His rough fingers pinch my cheeks, crushing my mouth until the taste of copper lets me know it’s bleeding. “Sir,” he says. “Don’t make me say it again.”

  I nod. When he releases my face, I say, “Yes, Sir.”

  He sits back again, never taking his eyes from me while I shimmy out of my panties. It’s not an easy process in a dress and with the seatbelt.

  “Give them to me.”

  My pulse races as I hand him the light pink panties that match the bra still under my breasts. Victor takes my panties to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales. He sighs. “I love your smell. I knew I would. But I never knew that you’d be so fucking wet.” And then his dark eyes are back on me. “If you forget to say Sir one more time, these are going in your mouth. Do you understand?”

  I shiver. “Yes, Sir.”

  His lips curl into a cruel
smile. “That’s my pet. Before we’re done, you’re going to not only know who you belong to, but you’ll say it too.”

  I don’t answer as he scoots back to the driver’s seat and fastens his seatbelt.

  When we’re done? That’s what he said. Will he let me go? Will I get back to the man I married, the kind man who would never do this to me?

  As I reach for my bra, Victor stops me. “Don’t cover yourself. I want to look at you, at your hard nipples. I want to know that all I need to do is reach out to get your attention.” He reaches over and rolls one nipple in between his thumb and finger, eliciting a moan. “I plan to keep you naked all weekend.”

  Silence falls over the truck as I try to comprehend what is happening. But I can’t. It’s more than I can process.

  “When we get there,” he continues, interrupting my thoughts. “The first thing I’m going to do is fuck that smart mouth of yours. You like telling people what to do, don’t you?”

  Still holding my panties, he puts the truck in drive, and we ease onto the road. There isn’t a soul around. Not one car has passed his truck since he pulled over.

  “You think that because you’re on people’s TVs,” he continues, “that you’re better than everyone else, don’t you.”

  “No, Sir.”

  Victor snaps his eyes in my direction and then back to the road. “Don’t lie, kitten. I’ll punish you for lying—every time. Don’t forget that. Consider this your one and only warning. I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you. You think you’re special.” He lifts my panties and inhales again. “You’re right.”

  “I am?”

  “You’re special to me. Only to me. You’re my slut, my whore, and the love of my life. We’ll be together forever.”

  I shudder at his words.

  “I’m going to make you mine in every way.”

  It’s wrong that my thighs are getting slicker with his nasty words. My husband would never talk like that. Compliments and endearments—that’s what he’s always spoken. It’s what every normal woman would want, yet Victor’s cruel words are twisting my insides and drenching my pussy.

  “I’m going to not only fuck your mouth, but all of you—all of your holes will be mine.”

  My eyes grow wide. “No. I can’t. I’ve never.”

  Victor grins. “You will, you are. Say ‘yes, Sir’. Tell me I can fuck your ass.”

  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 meani
ng. 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.”