His to Have(8)

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.





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.