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

  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.

  Spit 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.”

  Her body quakes under my grasp as I turn off the water and reach for a towel. “What will it be, kitten?”

  She’s so much prettier without all the stage makeup. Her skin is fresh and pink from the warm water. Her eyes are clear and lips are red and swollen from the gag. She’s a vision and more importantly, she’s mine.

  “What other punishment?” she asks as I dry her, inch by inch, caressing her skin. The indecision in her voice is loud and clear, even to the untrained ear. Erika saw the cross and the various implements. She has an idea what my plans could include.

  “That’s for me to decide,” I explain. “Your choice is something else. I’ll either take off the belt or I won’t. If I don’t, wearing it is your punishment. That means no fucking until tomorrow. No having my cock inside of you. No having my tongue or fingers in your greedy wet hole or your tight one.”

  Her blue eyes shine with desire and apprehension, but she doesn’t speak.

  “Before you decide,” I offer, “I’ll show you something.”

  Though her hair is still wet, her skin is dry, except for where her hair drips. We’re both naked as I lead her back to the big room and to the bondage table.

  “What is this?”

  “Husband,” I say.

  Kitten looks from me to the bondage table and repeats what I said. Her word is more of a question. “Husband?”

  “It’s your safe word.”

  A turmoil of emotions swirls in her blue eyes with knowledge of her powerful word. Will that word make her realize that she’s supposed to be with me? Or will she use that word and go back to a life of safety and boredom?

  Kitten nods. “OK.”

  “Lie back on this part.” I direct her to the broad vinyl-covered surface and help her recline. Placing her feet on the footrests, I decide not to bind her. “I’m not going to restrain you. A much more binding restraint is your mind. Close your eyes and decide what your future holds.”

  Though she isn’t sure what I mean, she obeys. Closing her eyes and resting her arms on the attached rests, she opens her body to me.

  “Don’t fight me, kitten,” I say, taking a crop from the wall and touching her, beginning at her shoulder. Erika flinches at the first touch, but doesn’t move away. Instead of slapping her skin, I trace the leather over her tits and around each nipple. The leather loop leaves a trail of goose flesh as it explores the intricacies of her toned body. She’s perfect. Her job requires her to stay fit, but having her laid out in front of me, I see all of her, the sexiness of her collarbone, the swell of her tits, and the flatness of her stomach. With each touch, her legs spread wider. I marvel at how it’s happening without my words, as only the crop teases the edge of the chastity belt.

  The insides of her thighs quake as I continue to touch and torment. So close, yet unable to give her the relief she craves. Over and over I tease, only her breathing fills the air until she yells.

  “Something else!”

  Slap! The crop strikes her stomach leaving an angry red welt.

  “Sir,” I correct.

  Immediately her head bobs and she says, “Something else, Sir.” Her voice is now respectful as a stream of tears leaks from the corners of her eye.

  “You want another punishment instead of the belt?”

  “Please, Sir, punish me another way. This is too hard.”

  I bend down and lick away the tears brought on by the crop, savoring the salty taste. “Open your eyes and stand up.” I offer her my hand.

  Once she’s standing, I go to the armoire and retrieve the key. Erika keeps her eyes downcast as I move closer, unlock the belt, and pull it from between her legs. “Look how wet this is.”

  Her gaze flutters to the belt, the crotch moist with her cum and looks back to my feet.

  “Why is that?” I ask.

  “Because I want your cock, Sir.”

  “On the bed.”

  Without hesitation, my kitten crawls onto the mattress.

  “I’m going to bind your hands. Once I do, I’m going to punish you, just like you asked for, and then I’m going to fuck you. Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She lies near the top of the bed and lifts her hands. As she gets into position, I marvel at her beauty. She’s the most magnificent woman in the world. She always has been. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Now, with her hands bound together and secured to the headboard, she’s perfection. “You’re mine,” I remind her, petting her soft skin. “You always will be.”

  Erika doesn’t speak, but with her hands above her head her hips wiggle, responding to my touch and words.

  “Roll over, I want your ass in the air.”

  It’s not easy with her hands bound, but diligently she tries.

  As Erika struggles to comply I contemplate my choices of implements for pleasure and pain. This is all new to her. She isn’t ready for a cane or even a whip. I run a few of the paddles over my hand. Some are long and rectangular, reminding me of a fraternity board, while others are covered in leather, and some are both with holes. I take one of the leather ones, shaped much like a ping-pong paddle complete with lined holes and go back to the bed.

  “This will do.” I let my words sink in.

  In her position, my kitten’s unable to see what I selected. The possibilities must be replaying in her pretty mind. A stillness descends over the cabin and I notice how her body trembles. I wonder what she must be thinking, being out of control, being at my mercy. I can only assume it’s a combination of anticipation, want, and fear. The evidence of her need is visible on her thighs. The intoxicating aroma of her cum and emotions fills the room, causing her to squirm against the bindings. She gasps as, without warning, I climb on to the bed and rub my hand over her round ass.

  “You have a fucking gorgeous ass.”

  Over and over, I caress and warm her skin. I keep going, occasionally brushing her wet cunt until her head drops, her unrestrained hair falls over her face, and she moans in pleasure. Just as she does, I rear the paddle back and strike her ass.

  “Fuck!”

  My arm vibrates as her entire body shudders. Small white circles protrude like polka dots on her ass in the pattern of the paddle’s holes. I can’t resist touching them. When I do, she flinches. “Hold still, kitten. This is what you chose. Remember?”

  “I-I didn’t...” She stops her own rebuttal. “Yes, Sir.”

  I don’t back down as again I strike her ass again, letting the leather paddle redden her skin, creating a pattern of pink and red circles. Her breath hitches as she gives in to the pain and more tears flow. After a few blows, she falls forward, collapsing with a scream.

  “Stop.”

  I lean down with my lips near her ear and my most menacing tone. “That’s not your safe word. Either say it, or get back on your elbows and knees and don’t fall again. If you do you’ll only increase your punishment.” I wait for her to respond. When she doesn’t, I stick out my tongue and lap her newest tears. She sucks in a deep breath. I kiss her cheek as any rebuttals she may have considered fade away and she moves back into
position. One more kiss to her cheek and her muscles relax, ready to take what I choose to give her.

  Smack!

  “Fuck!”

  Between her curses, cries, and the reddening of her ass, my cock is rock hard and the tip is glistening with cum.

  “That’s it, kitten—scream, cry—just don’t move from your position. No one can hear you. That’s why we’re here.”

  Smack!

  “Why am I doing this?” I ask.

  Smack!

  “I-I didn’t tell y-you the truth.” It’s hard for her to speak through her sobs.

  With each strike, her thighs become more and more wet. By the time both of her ass cheeks are fire-engine red, her thighs are slick and her face is covered with tears.

  Fuck!

  My ass is on fire. I’ve never felt anything like this before. But even so, I refuse to use my safe word. If I do, I’m afraid it will stop. Not just the punishment. I’m ready for that to stop, but what’s coming next. I need Victor inside me. I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.

  I wait for the next strike. How many have there been? I don’t know. The cabin echoes with our breaths, my whimpers, and the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. I try to breathe, but my nose is running and my lungs won’t work. There are so many sensations, but all I concentrate on is keeping my position even though my arms and legs are shaking.

  When another strike doesn’t happen, I wonder if it’s over. Did I do it? Did I survive my Sir’s punishment? Can I collapse? I want to collapse.

  The paddle hits the ground, its sound the final bell letting me know I made it. I gasp as Victor spreads my overly sensitive ass cheeks and his tongue laps at my holes. Despite the pain from him holding me, I can’t stop the groan as I push my ass toward him wanting his tongue deeper. After the punishment he delivered, I can’t comprehend words adequate to describe the pleasure his tongue is giving. My knees and elbows shake as he licks and laps at my juices.

  “Roll over.” His deep voice is all I hear.

  My body and mind are no longer connected, but two separate entities.