Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission 3)

“Love, you can take all the cum you want, but don’t go chopping off pieces of me or some shit.”

I kind of want to keep poking her to see her true crazy come out. That’s how I know she loves me. When she goes beyond reason and just does whatever her heart tells her to do. That’s how I want our love to be. Fearless.

“Why? Because you wouldn’t look like your normal, perfect self anymore? Maybe then women wouldn’t throw themselves at you. Is that it? You could’ve had me, but I guess I just wasn’t your type. The shy girl who doesn’t stand out compared to the women who are always hanging on to you.”

Oh, how she has this all twisted up in her pretty little head. I’d rather masturbate to thoughts of her taking my cock into her curvy little body than even look at another woman.

“That’s not what I meant, love,” I say, trying to calm her a little and ease her fears. There’s never been anyone but her. There will never be anyone but her.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. I’m ovulating and you’re giving me a baby tonight.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

ARCHER

I look at her with wide eyes, not in shock, but in excitement. I want nothing more than to plant my seed inside her and get her pregnant. I want her full of me, growing my baby. I want us bound to one another for the rest of our lives, and this is one way to do it. It really doesn’t matter if I get her pregnant, because she’s never leaving me, but thinking of putting my cum in her virgin womb has me even harder.

Just thinking about her untouched cunt has my mouth watering. I watch her rub her pussy some more, and lick my lips in invitation. If this is how she wants it, this is how she’s going to get it. And my body is more than willing to give her everything she needs.

“You need to kiss me so I can cum. I need to get my hymen soft so you don’t hurt me when you break it.”

I’m a little pissed off at her words. I would never hurt her. Ever. I don’t know who she thinks I am, but she’s my world. I would never do anything to damage her. And if that meant never fucking her for fear of hurting her body, then I wouldn’t. She means more to me than just putting my dick in her.

“Valentina, think about this before you do it. You really want me to get you pregnant? Why don’t you untie me and we can talk about this?”

I want this more than anything, but I don’t want her to think this is the only way she can have me. I also don’t want her hurting herself just to have my cum in her. I want to be gentle and take our time, but I know she needs to have this control. I just want her to make sure this is what she wants, even though I’m terrified she might change her mind.

“No! Stop trying to keep your seed from me. I need it.”

She leans down and gets within centimeters of my lips. I pull at my restraints. I want nothing more than to pull her naked body to mine and fuse our lips together.

“Kiss me, Archer. Kiss me like you love me. And you better mean it. I want our baby conceived in love tonight. Don’t you?”

I want that more than anything. “Valentina—”

Before I can confess my love to her, she seals our kiss. I don’t waste time. I sweep my tongue into her mouth for a taste. She’s like warm honey, and I need her. There’s no other explanation for it. I need her.

She rubs her pussy on my thigh, and I’m dying to have her. I consume her with my kiss, giving her everything with my lips that I wish I could give with my body. Feeling her warm nectar on my leg, I pull away and tell her what I need.

“Valentina, let me kiss your pussy. Please, just a taste to make you cum. I want your cunt soft for me too.”

God, do I want inside her pussy. I want to be gentle and easy with her, and maybe if I get her off, she’ll untie me so I can give us what we both need. Seeing her blush at my dirty words makes me even harder. Jesus, my cock is going to explode.

As she climbs up my body, I wish for the millionth time I could just snap these restraints and do what I want. But instead I have to give her the control she thinks she needs. Maybe I can try asking again.

“Love, why don’t you untie me so I can enjoy all of you with my hands?”

“No. Stop asking. Not until your seed is in me.”

She’s convinced herself that I couldn’t possibly want this as much as she does. She’s wrong. If she hadn’t finally made her move tonight, I was going to make it for her. I knew she was building up to this, and I had everything in place.

Last week I was sitting in my car, watching her on the live camera feed on my phone as she went through my belongings. I ‘accidentally’ left the access code to my apartment sitting on my desk where she could find it. I also informed all of my security she would be stopping by sometime, and if they saw her, just to walk the other way and pretend they didn’t see her. I told them all that she was to be treated as if she were invisible, and that she was allowed full access to my home.

It was all a part my plan to trap her inside and keep her, but now I was the one tied to the bed. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I justified going to her home and watching her sleep as a fair trade off. I broke into her apartment the week we met, so she was definitely owed a few liberties.