Mine

by Clio Evans

“Good girl.” That short-circuited my brain. What the fuck? What was wrong with me? I swallowed hard. I should have turned around to kick him⁠—

Of course, I hadn’t really seen her ass, given she was wearing a coat. But every ass was biteable. Spankable.

I couldn’t just go around dominating people in coffee shops on random Thursday mornings. Not only was that probably against the ethics of practicing good and safe kink, it was fucking weird.

“I should yell for someone,” she said. “Do it,” I urged. “Or you could scream out my name.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to see where I live.” “Maybe I want to come home with you.”

“Salt, will you come home with me?” I smirked. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Salt had the voice of the devil. And I really wanted to be a good little sinner.

“Outside the bedroom, I doubt anyone could truly tell you what to do. But behind closed doors, in my arms, vulnerable. Needy.”

“You’re mine,” I rasped. “Mine to fuck and mine to play with. Mine to make come over and over again until you're my perfect little mess.”

The sensations flooded every part of me, overwhelming me until I was nothing but a wet, shaking fuck toy.

He just hugged me. Salt was hugging me.

“Beg,” Salt demanded. “I told you earlier I’m not fucking you until you beg for it, Pepper. Beg me for this cock. Beg me to breed your needy little cunt. Beg me to fuck you until you forget who you are.”

The way he looked at me made me want to swoon, scream, and hide all at the same time.

But in a way that was like—kink-godmothers? Was that even a thing?

“Pepper. I do not give a fuck. It’s your body, and regardless of if you’ve shaved or not, I’m going to worship you just the same. Do as I say and show me your pussy.”

I want to own your music.” And I want to own your heart.

His mask was on, his shirt off, and every part of me wanted to get back on my knees in front of him and suck him off while he sang me a song.

“Was that good for you, baby girl? Touching yourself when you shouldn’t have? Did you come?” “Yes,” she cried. “I came so fucking hard I saw stars.” “Well, make a fucking wish, because you’re about to see them again.”

Remember, our locations are shared on our phones?” She held hers up, flashing the screen. “You know this is how I show my love. By checking on my Sims.

“I want to make you a collar with my name on it. I want you to wear it while I tie you to my bed and fuck you.

“Enthusiastic consent is sexy,”

“I really, really want to worship your cock right now in front of all these strangers, Salt. Please. I want you to make me beg. I want you to make me come. I want you to use me.”

Getting competitive about cock sucking was something I never could have guessed would turn me on, but here I was.

I drank him in like a hungry little whore. Needing more.

I loved being used. I loved being fucked.

“Want to eat ice cream and watch me shower?” “The answer will always be yes to that question.”

Honestly, there probably wasn’t a greater form of aftercare than eating chocolate ice cream while watching my girlfriend strip.

Like the self-professed slut I was, I was all too aware of the fact that she was naked underneath.

“Keep trying to fight me. Fuck around and find out, Pepper.”

All I could think about was the fact that Salt had texted me a command, and I hadn’t obeyed him yet. That would get me in trouble, right?

If that’s what it took, I’d do anything. I’d spend the rest of my life touching her, worshiping her, and reminding her that she was mine.

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

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.