Mine

by Clio Evans

“Thank you, Sir,” she panted. “Thank you.” “Louder,” I snarled. “Thank you, Sir!”

“I want you to stay,” she said. “I want you to sleep with me. In my bed. I want to wake up next to you. I want to dream next to you.”

“When are you going to get it into your head that I don’t want someone other than you? Yes, I’m a whore. I like sex.”

“I’ve been in orgies. I’ve fucked and been fucked and I love it all, but none of it comes close to the way you make me feel.

I can do all of that with you. I want to do all of that with you. But I need you to trust me when I t...

“Oh, I see,” I said carefully, my expression stilling with a dangerous smile. “You can’t handle everything I could do to you.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop,” I snarled against her ear.

“Baby, that pussy belongs to me right now. I hope you don’t plan on doing much talking tomorrow, because your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming my name.”

“You haven’t fucking earned a god damn thing.”

I’d spend the rest of my life touching her, worshiping her, and reminding her that she was mine.

He was turning me into a selfish slut.

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Pepper. I’ve never needed someone this way. I don’t care what they say about us. I don’t care what your ex-husband thinks. Stand back up.”

“Mine,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. You don’t even belong to yourself right now, you belong to me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“How could you ever doubt that I am yours? How could you ever think that I go one fucking second of my day without dreaming about breeding your cunt, and fucking you until all you know is my name. Who the fuck do you think I am?”

I wanted him to fuck me, own me, breed me, mark me, destroy me, and stain my soul with his cum.

The lust raging between us was infectious and dangerous, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t care if he ruined me. I wanted him to ruin me.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re never leaving me. I’ll never let you go. They’ll never stop me from having you. I don’t care that you’re older than me. I don’t care that we’re from differen...

“I’m going to breed this cunt,” he whispered. “I’m going to fill you so you know that you belong to me every time you stand, sit, walk, fucking breathe. I want it dripping down your fucking thighs.”

“Who am I?” I asked. “Mine,” she whispered. “And who are you?” “Yours,”

“Yours to touch. Yours to use. Yours to fuck.”

The sound of the hemp sliding over flesh, her raspy breaths and occasional stifled whimpers—it created its own erotic rhythm, a song written by two of us. Melody and lyrics.

I'd spent hours planning the scene. Deciding exactly what I wanted to do to her in these moments—these precious fucking moments that I got to dominate one of the most powerful women I’d ever met in my entire life.

Her trust was a gift.

“I feel… I feel powerless, but I also feel powerful. I know you're in control, but I trust you. I know you're going to do things to me that may hurt, but I want your pain. I want your marks. I want everything. I'm excited. I'm nervous. A little scared. And I'm really turned on.”

“You’re nothing but my fuck toy right now,” I snapped. “You are at my mercy. Accept it. Give up the control. Stop fucking resisting. Your pussy is mine, your orgasms are mine. Mine.”

“You want me to push you,” I murmured. “Remember, you are safe. You deserve pleasure. Your one purpose from here until the end of our scene is to orgasm. Over and over. Yes?”

I was addicted to the high of watching her come undone for me. And I was selfish. Greedy. I’d keep taking her orgasms until she couldn’t give anymore.

My orgasms belong to him. Everything belonged to him. He owned my body, my pussy, my mind, my heart.

“Good girl,” Salt purred. “You did so well for me. You’re so pretty when you’re my little mess, baby. I love seeing you like this.”

This was my church. This was where I’d kneel. His eyes were stained glass windows, his body a temple, and he was a god I wanted to worship. A kinder god than the one I’d been raised to love.

She was the melody of my heart. And I’d have the chance to sing that song forever.

My music is yours.” “And my heart is yours.”