His to Have (A Claimed Story Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

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