Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 10

"Why? So you can leave me like everyone else does? No."

My heart breaks for her. I know she hasn't had anyone important in her life, real friends or family.

"Valentina," I say, leaving no room for interpretation. I want her attention and I want it now.

"No, I'm not letting you go. This is all your fault anyway. If you could have just noticed me, or seen me as something more, we could've had it all. Everything. We both could've had the family we wanted. I know how you feel about your parents. I feel the same about mine. They left me outside a hospital when I was thirteen. When I saw you, I knew we'd be perfect together, but you just couldn't see me. I'd have done anything for you!"

It looks like she's done just as much homework on me as I have on her. I know everything there is to know about this beautiful woman, and I would never deny her what she wants. She wants me, and I'm willing to give it to her.

"If you'd do anything for me, you'd untie me," I plead with her. I know no matter what I say, she won't believe me, but if she unties me she'll see I'm not going to run from her.

"It's too late, Archer. You sealed your own fate. Now I'm going to take what I want."

She can take me, but not like this. I don't want the first time we make love to be this way. I know she needs to trust me, but right now, it's gone too far. I need to take over before she does something we can't undo.

She gets back on the bed and straddles my body. She grabs my c.o.c.k, rubbing her soaked p.u.s.s.y against the tip, and I can feel her opening kissing me, begging me to dive in. She adjusts a little, and my c.o.c.k head is in place, slick with her juices and trembling with need.

"Valentina, don't do this." I'm the most controlled I've ever been in my life, but I can't hold on much longer.

"I love you, Archer. I love you so much that I can love enough for both of us. "

At those words, she seats herself fully on my c.o.c.k, and I nearly go blind from the pressure. I let out a shout of pleasure and pain at the feel of her p.u.s.s.y wrapped around me. As her tight c.u.n.t grips me harder than anything I've ever felt, I pop the restraints on my wrists.

I watch as her eyes snap open in shock, and then I pop the ones around my legs. She's not in control any longer, and she knows it.

"Oh s.h.i.+t," she whispers, as I pin her down to the bed.

I'm angry it had to be this way, but mostly I'm relieved. Finally, I can have her the way I've always wanted.

CHAPTER NINE.

ARCHER.

She grips my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to my body with every ounce of strength she has.

"Don't leave me," she begs, and I can see she's terrified I'm going to pull out.

"Valentina, my darling love, I'll give you everything you want, and I'll never leave you."

She looks at me with wide eyes. I can tell she doesn't know whether or not to believe me.

I lean down and gently press my lips to hers. It's a moment before she decides to kiss me back, and when she finally melts against me, I ever so softly thrust into her.

She lets out a moan, and I break the kiss, thinking I may have hurt her.

"Please don't stop. It feels so good to have you in me. I've waited for so long. Please don't let it be over now," she pleads, moving her hips, eager for me to take more of her. She should be careful because I'll take every drop of her.

I give her another quick kiss and thrust inside her a little more. "My love, I won't stop. I've waited for this for so long too. I want to be inside you for the rest of my life."

"Really?" Her eyes look a little wild, and I know this is my moment to rea.s.sure her.

"Since the second I laid eyes on you, I've been in love with you. You say you've done crazy things because of me. I've done crazy things because of you too. One day we can share our stories, but tonight we are going to make love and make our baby."

"You want to have a baby with me too?" I love the hope in her voice. It tells me how much she really does want this.

I rock into her wet p.u.s.s.y a little harder this time, and her hips thrust up to meet me. The feeling of her tightening around me has my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and I know I'll only last a few more seconds.

"Yes, love. I want everything. I want to marry you, and make babies with you, and never have you out of my sight."

"Oh, Archer" she moans, throwing her head back in pleasure and thrusting her hips again to meet my strokes.

I bury my face in her neck and lick her there, getting as much of her inside my body as I can while I move my d.i.c.k in and out.

I feel her p.u.s.s.y tighten around me, and I thank G.o.d she's close. Reaching down between us, I strum her c.l.i.t, still keeping my face buried in her neck, listening to her moans of pleasure.

As she starts to o.r.g.a.s.m, I finally let go of the load of c.u.m I've been holding inside me all night. Her tight p.u.s.s.y milks the c.u.m out of my c.o.c.k as if it's sucking the seed from me. I nearly pa.s.s out from the strength of my o.r.g.a.s.m. I fill her p.u.s.s.y so full that c.u.m somehow manages to leak out the sides and down her a.s.s.

"I love you, Archer. Don't ever leave me."

"Never, my sweet Valentina."

After a beat, I thrust into her again, before sitting up to look her in the eyes. She looks at me with shock, and I give her my smug smile.

"We've got a lot of work to do tonight if you want me to put a baby in here," I say, reaching down and rubbing her lower belly. "I want as much of my c.u.m in you as possible before the sun comes up. Then after that, we can sleep, but I'm still keeping my c.o.c.k inside you."

"While I sleep?"

I can tell by the look in her eyes that she loves the idea. She wants to stay connected to me as much as I want to stay connected to her.

"While you sleep, while you shower, while you cook, basically always."

"I like that," she says, blus.h.i.+ng all over.

Seeing the pink on her cheeks makes her look innocent, but so f.u.c.king beautiful.

"I love you, Valentina."

I lean down and kiss her lips, drowning in our pa.s.sion. As we wrap our bodies around one another and try to become one, I can't help but think how lucky I am.

We are clearly on a level of obsession that is unhealthy, but we are on the same level. It's not every day you find the crazy that fits yours, so when you do, tie it to the bed and take it. That's the only sane thing to do.

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Taking What's Mine.

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EXCERPT FROM.

TAKINg WHAT'S MINE.

COLTON.

My d.i.c.k pushes against the front of my uniform pants at knowing what's coming, and I don't mean my c.o.c.k. Today I get a taste of my sweet little Rose. I've been planning this for weeks. I laugh at the thought of the word "planning." Planning is putting it mildly. It's more like obsessing, and invading my every thought. Being sheriff of Kirksville, Nebraska, only makes this that much easier to do.

I don't care how much she fights this; I know she wants it. I hope she fights; it will only make my c.o.c.k harder and her submission so much sweeter. By the end of this weekend, she'll know who she belongs to. Her life will begin and end with me, and I'll take nothing less.

Glancing over, I pick up the naked pictures I took of her. It's easy to slip the little camera around her bedroom and bathroom, without her knowing. Of course I always have my eyes on her; she's mine, after all. She's been mine since the day I first saw her. A fresh-faced second-grade teacher over at the elementary school. So innocent and pure. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can protect her, because if anyone else felt a tenth of what I did for her I squeeze the pictures in my hand just thinking about anyone else wanting her. I grind my teeth together in anger. No one else can have her.

The photos range from her in the shower, a few of her changing out of her clothes, and one of her masturbating. In that picture she's tempting me with her p.u.s.s.y, making me want it. My blood boils thinking that it wasn't me making her c.u.m, even if that someone else was her. It's crazy that I'm jealous she got herself off, but it doesn't matter at this point, because I've gone past crazy when it comes to her. There is no going back. At least I know what she was thinking about when she touched herself. Innocent and pure little Rose has dirty fantasies. I've read all about them in her diary she thought she'd hidden away so well. I'm going to give her what she wants, even if she begs me to stop, and trust me, there will be all kinds of begging. I can already hear her pleas in my mind, making pre-c.u.m leak from my c.o.c.k.

Kissing one of the photos, I stack them back together and place them in my glove box with her diary. I slide out of my cruiser, closing the car door behind me, with a smile on my face. She walked right into my trap.

Each day when she leaves the school, she takes the same route home. In the country, many of the houses are spread out and hers is one of them. She takes a shortcut, but the road she uses is all farmland and not paved. It's just loose gravel that cracks under my boots as I eat up the distance to her.

The summer just started and today was her last day until the next school year begins. I knew she'd be working late, and I used it to my advantage. I've waited long enough for this day, and she's going to make it up to me with her p.u.s.s.y, her mouth, her a.s.s, and her complete submission. I've been hanging on to a thin rope with her, and I can feel myself cracking. I need to touch her, bury myself inside her, and cool some of the raging desire she causes.

She did this to me. Never in my whole life have I felt this need for someone. She woke this beast inside me, and she's going to take him. Only she will do. Since the day I first saw her, the thought of another woman only p.i.s.ses me off. She worked her way into my system, and now she's going to stay and give me what I need. What we both need. She's going to wrap her sweet mouth around me, and milk all this l.u.s.t from my body. I'm going to fill up every one of her holes until she's dripping with my c.u.m, then maybe I can calm down.

When I reach her car door, I give two hard knocks to her window, forcing her to roll it down. Her big sea-green eyes look up at me, her bottom lip pouting, and it drives me crazy. Her whole look says "innocent," and I can't wait to turn her into my little s.l.u.t. The things she's going to do to me, for me and no one will ever know. It will be a piece of her that only I possess.

"Sir?" The single word seems to stroke my whole body.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step out of the car." Without waiting for a response, I reach my hand in through the window to open it from the inside, making the lock pop up and the door open. Tentatively she unhooks her seatbelt and steps out of the car. She's hesitant, but complies. Her sweet vanilla smell fills my lungs as she exits the vehicle, and it's all I can do not to lean in. I don't give her much room, so she has to sidestep me and slide further down the side of her car so I can slam the door shut.

The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She's wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my c.u.m would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She's all woman, soft and curvy with generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that I want to taste, and round hips I'm dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.

I love and hate that f.u.c.king dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her p.u.s.s.y will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don't like that her p.u.s.s.y is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm c.u.n.t, and no one besides me will be doing that.

"Sir," she starts again, "I'm not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?"

"Nothing," I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. "Turn around, hands on the vehicle," I say, indicating that I'm going to give her a pat-down.

"But "

"It's best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you." Her eyes snap up at my use of "my Rose" but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it's coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the s.e.xiest thing I've ever heard.

When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. "Please don't," she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what's coming, but she knows something is off.

Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full a.s.s, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

"Don't move again. You'll only hurt yourself, and I don't want that. You can't fight me off, so don't try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I'm done."

Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her a.s.s, trying to cool my l.u.s.t, but my b.a.l.l.s only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her p.u.s.s.y, feeling how warm she is.

She's so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her p.u.s.s.y and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.

Taking What's HIS.

Forced Submission Series Book 4.

Driving a truck and hauling cargo from coast to coast can be lonely. Sly's been looking for a pet to keep him company, and late one night on the side of the highway, he finds her.

Cameron is scared something bad is going to happen to her, but then he comes along, and she feels relieved. It isn't until the door of his truck closes that the real fear takes root.

Sly has a new toy, and he's having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. How long can he wait to take Cameron's innocence? Because once he does, she's his forever.

Warning: This book contains forced submission and dubious consent. While these themes are triggers for some, they can be sweet candy for others. If you're willing to hold off judgement until the last page, I promise it'll be worth it.

To everyone who loves to be held down and told what to do... Your secret is safe with us.

1.

Sly.

I never cared for easy women. Most men who drive trucks and are unattached usually want easy and no strings. Not me. I've been looking for the one, and I'm not going to soil myself on the path to finding her. Like most things in life, I take what I want, and I knew she was the one when I walked into this rundown diner off Interstate 72.

She stood out in a s.h.i.+thole like this. The vinyl flooring was cracked and worn, the countertops stained with permanent marks, and the smell of grease just hung in the air. They might have the best burgers for three hundred miles, but she doesn't look like she belongs here, even less so at two o'clock in the morning, when people out at this hour are only looking for one thing.

She's completely unaware of the danger she's in. She isn't just innocent, she's naive. Four other truckers occupy the diner, but the difference between them and me is while they look rough around the edges, she'd be able to tell them to stay away. I'm far more dangerous because I look like someone she could trust. Someone who would help her if she needed it because it's how my mama raised me.

As I make my way towards her, she finally glances up. Her green eyes meet mine and they go wide, a blush hitting her cheeks. f.u.c.king perfect. I'm going to love seeing that blush for the rest of my life. I wonder if her body will blush in other areas. I could strip her naked, talk dirty to her and see how far it would spread.

"May I?" I ask, nodding to the empty side of the booth. Nervously looking around, she bites her lips, drawing my eyes there before she nods back at me.

It's on the tip of my tongue to ask her what she's doing in a place like this, but that doesn't matter. She's here, I've seen her, and that sealed her fate. Now it's just a matter of how hard she's going to fight.