His to Have(6)
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.