Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 11

"What's your name, darling?" I inquire, letting my southern drawl bleed through. People seem to be comforted by it. It gives them a false sense of ease that I'm just the good old boy from next door. I even give her one on my dimples to add to the effect.

"Cameron." She barely looks up at me, fiddling with the empty sugar packets lying on the chipped, worn table.

I'm Sly, Cameron. It's nice to meet you." I reach out, and it takes her a few beats but she takes my hand in hers. I slowly swipe my index finger across her wrist, feeling how soft she is there. She tries to pull her hand back, but I only grip her a little tighter, not releasing her. Her big green eyes shoot to mine, finally locking on me. I feel the pulse in her wrist pick up.

"There you are, sweetheart. No need to be scared. I came over because you looked..." I glance around the diner, "...out of place." But she's going to look perfect in the back of my cab as I pound into her. My c.o.c.k jerks at the thought. f.u.c.k, I've got to get her out of here. I've been waiting too long for her and she's finally here, literally in my grasp.

It's for the best, really. I can't let a little bitty thing like her run around on her own, showing up in diners at 2 a.m. with hungry lonely men on the road looking for something like her. The difference between them and me is I wouldn't use her and toss her aside. No, she'll be mine forever, and I'll protect her from herself.

"I'm fine, just...ah...waiting for someone," she lies, but I play into it. Laying my ground work.

"That someone let you come to a diner in the middle of nowhere at two in the morning all by yourself? That doesn't seem too safe."

"I'm really fine. I actually should get going." She pulls her hand from mine, making her way to stand, but I grab her as she tries to pa.s.s.

"Sugar, it's not safe out there, and you shouldn't be alone." I look out the window and back at her. "It's starting to rain." She looks down at me, like she's searching for something in my eyes, and I make them as soft as possible, letting concern show through because it really is there. I won't let anyone else get their hands on her. No, she would be all mine.

"Evening, Sly. You want your usual?" Betty asks, coming out from the kitchen. I feel Cameron relax in my hold, probably comforted by the fact that the waitress knows me.

"Coffee." I keep my eyes locked with Cameron's. "To go."

"Coming up."

"It's a while until the next stop. You want anything for the road?" I lie to Cameron, releasing her arm and standing up to pull out my wallet. I leave a five dollar bill for the coffee on the counter.

"You don't even know if we're going the same way." Her resolve is slipping as she steps a little bit closer to my trap.

I want to tell her it doesn't matter. From this moment on, she'll go where I take her. She'll make my long drives a lot less lonely. She'll be mine to do with as I please. I'll be her everything. I'll consume every part of her until I'm the only thing she has. But I don't tell her this. Instead I give her words that will ease her doubts about coming with me.

"My mama would skin my hide if she found out I left a young woman stranded somewhere. Wherever you need to go, darlin', I'll take you."

"Dallas?" She has a hopeful look in her eyes, like this might just work out.

"I could use me some good brisket. Sounds like a plan."

A smile lights up her face and I see relief wash over her. "Thank you."

"Coffee's ready, Sly." Betty breaks into our conversation and I nod my thanks as I take the coffee.

"Truck's this way." I open the door for her and point towards my truck. Making our way over to pa.s.senger side, I help her in, shutting the door behind her. A door that can only be unlocked from the outside. She's so close now I can taste it, and I'll be tasting her soon.

I make my way around to my side, climb in, fire up the ignition and pull out onto the highway. I need to get s.p.a.ce between us and everything else.

"You want to talk about it?"

She licks her plump lips, drawing my eyes there. She's stalling, making it clear she doesn't want to talk about it. "Not really. It's a long story to tell."

"We've got lots of time," I say, reaching over and placing my hand on her bare knee. Why on earth would she be running around in a little dress like that? She tenses at my touch, but I make no move to remove my hand. Why would I? She belongs to me now. The sooner she realizes that and comes to terms with it the better.

"I just needed to get away so I left without thinking it through. I got myself a little lost. Thank you again for taking me to Dallas. It's a huge help."

"How thankful are you?" I glance over at her, taking my eyes of the road for just a second. She goes completely still under my hand. Her breathing picks up, pus.h.i.+ng her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against the bodice of her sundress.

"Please," she says, her voice cracking on the word. Her face has gone white, and the reality of the situation she's gotten herself into sinks in.

"Cameron, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. That's up to you, sweetheart. But either way you'll be giving me what I want." I slide my hand up her leg, under her dress. She squeezes her legs together trying to stop me.

"Hard it is." I yank my hand out from between her legs, grabbing a fistful for her black silky hair in my hand, using it to pull her towards me, and I take her mouth in a hard kiss. It's over fast, and I wish I could've taken her lips for a while longer, but that will have to wait until I find a secluded place. Until then I'm going to enjoy a little taste of what I've been waiting for my whole life.

I don't want to hurt her, but I need her to obey me. Releasing her hair, I reach down to pull out the knife I have wrapped around my calf. I toss it onto the dashboard and the metallic clank echoes in the truck.

"I'm sorry! Please, I'll do whatever you want! Please don't hurt me!"

"Never doubted you wouldn't do what I wanted. Knew you'd be mine the moment your eyes locked on mine." I look over and see her frozen in place. "Now, where was I?" Licking my lips, I eye her legs, still closed tightly. "Give me your underwear."

"Please don't do this. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. You'll never see me again."

Her words spark my anger. Never see her again? Over my f.u.c.king dead body. "Cameron, give me your f.u.c.king underwear." Gripping the steering wheel hard, I try to get myself under control, "Talk about leaving me again and you won't like the consequences."

Reaching under her dress the best she can without showing me anything, she awkwardly gets her panties down her legs. Her shaky hand holds them out to me and I s.n.a.t.c.h them up like a prize. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply, the smell of her sweet p.u.s.s.y making my b.a.l.l.s ache.

"I want to see it. Spread your legs, hike the dress up, and show it to me." I don't wait for her this time, my patience already on edge, reaching over I yank her legs apart and flip her dress up. I know the sight of her, of her p.u.s.s.y, will calm me down. Maybe I'll make her play with herself, the smell of her c.u.n.t would fill the truck cab and maybe act as a balm to my anger. She makes a move to cover herself, but I squeeze her thigh.

"I'm going to release my hold on you. You don't as much as f.u.c.king move unless I tell you. Got that?"

"Yes," she says, so softly I almost don't hear her.

Letting go of her leg, I turn on an overhead light. "Spread them further apart. I want to see it." The need is so strong I'm not sure how I'm not coming apart at the seams. I need to mark every part of her so she knows she's mine.

She slowly spreads her legs wider, and I get my first glimpse at her bare p.u.s.s.y. It p.i.s.ses me off. I expected to see the same black hair covering her p.u.s.s.y as she has on her head.

"You're shaved."

I hate thinking about the other man she did this for. She looked so innocent sitting in the diner all alone. Like she needed me to save her. Her dark hair cascading down all around her, a contrast to her creamy skin. Big green eyes that made her look like she'd never been touched by anything or anyone.

She doesn't respond to my statement, her breaths coming out in fast little huffs.

Reaching down, I cup her p.u.s.s.y, running my index finger between her folds. I bring the finger to my mouth to taste her sweetness. I need to know if she's as innocent as she tastes.

"You have a cherry in there?"

2.

Cameron

His words make my skin p.r.i.c.kle. What have I done? How did I agree to this? Seeing him in that diner felt like a beacon of hope in the night. He was so handsome and charming, and I thought he looked like a decent guy. Someone you would take home to your mom and dad.

Now we're barreling down the highway and I have no hope of getting out of this situation. I just need to do what he says and keep him calm, but I'm terrified I'll say the wrong thing and this will go badly.

"Answer me!" he barks out.

"Y-yes."

My face turns bright red with mortification. I don't know why I'm embarra.s.sed to admit it. It's not like it will help the situation either way, though it seems like he's angry thinking about me shaving for someone. I just like the way it feels not to have anything down there. I don't have much hair anyway, but this way it's nice and smooth.

"Oh, f.u.c.k." He almost says it like a moan.

I feel him start to pump the brakes and I get hopeful. Maybe if he pulls over I can make a run for it. I don't care if I'm in the middle of nowhere, I've at least got to try, right?

"I can't wait. I wanted to give you more time, but I can't. Hearing you say that little c.u.n.t is fresh makes me need it now."

"No! Please no! I promise I'll show you whatever you want. I'll obey. Please." For a second I think about grabbing the wheel, but it's a big eighteen wheeler, and who knows if I'd survive it. Maybe I should offer a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b or something to keep him calm. I've never given one, but I'd give it my best shot to keep him from hurting me.

"Too late."

I see the sign for a rest stop up ahead and I start to think. People. There will be people there. Then I realize it's almost three in the morning. No way will anyone be there.

"I see what's going through that pretty head of yours, Cameron. n.o.body will be there to stop us. Don't you worry, you're all mine."

The s.h.i.+ver that runs down my back is one of fear and antic.i.p.ation. Knowing what's coming isn't making it any easier to comply.

Sly pulls into the rest stop and parks at the back, along the treeline. There are two other eighteen wheelers here, but they are parked on the off-ramp, which is really far away. If I got out of the truck and screamed, I don't think they could hear me, let alone if I screamed while inside it.

As soon as the engine is off he's on me.

"Please! Please!"

He s.n.a.t.c.hes my wrists with both hands and pulls me to the back of the cab. I notice a door behind our seats. He yanks me through and turns on a soft light. The cab is small, furnished with a mattress and a dresser that's bolted to the wall. It's completely bare of anything else, and when I look back at the mattress, I notice the rope on the floor.

"No, no, no, no, no," I beg, and pull away.

"I didn't ask you for your permission, Cameron. I don't have to. You belong to me now"

He pushes me down on the bed, and I start to struggle, kicking and pus.h.i.+ng against him as much as my little body can. He's twice my size and made of solid muscle. My efforts are useless and I tire quickly, but I still keep fighting.

"Don't do this! Please stop. Please, Sly."

I remember once being told that if you use your captive's name, it can humanize them and help you to form a connection that makes them stop.

He leans down, licking my neck. "Oh f.u.c.k, sugar, say my name again. I want to hear it while I f.u.c.k that soft c.u.n.t. You legal or am I getting inside underage p.u.s.s.y? Doesn't matter to me. You'll be mine forever, so you'll be legal at some point."

"I'm twenty five." I always get mad when people tell me how young I look, so my natural instinct is to correct him. f.u.c.k, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

He straddles my stomach, pinning my arms down, my legs kicking behind him uselessly. "Twenty five and never had that c.u.n.t f.u.c.ked? Jesus, Cameron, it's like you've been waiting for me as long as I've been waiting on you."

I try to struggle, but I'm wearing down fast. When he puts the rope around one of my wrists, I feel a jolt of adrenaline race through me. I reach out my other hand, slapping him across the face.

For a split second he's shocked, but his shock is followed by a wicked smile. "Oh, I see, sugar. You want it rough." I don't have time to tell him no before he's leaning down, biting my nipple hard through my dress.

"Ahh!" I cry out in pain, but then a small shameful part of me feels pleasure. That's why I'm a twenty-five-year-old virgin. I've never understood my body enough to tell someone else to give me what I want. I had a boyfriend in high school whom I asked to spank me once, and he told everyone. I never made the mistake of asking anyone ever again. Feeling the wetness between my legs at Sly's treatment makes me hate my body and its desires.

He finishes tying off my hands and then moves to my legs. I lie spread-eagle on the mattress, and he's soon between my legs, looking down at me. Pus.h.i.+ng up my dress, he exposes my most private parts, making me burn with embarra.s.sment. He reaches up and pulls down the top of my dress to free my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

After a second he moves to the front and grabs his knife. Fear spikes through me and I start to protest, but when he comes back, he just grabs my dress, cutting it off me. After he jerks the material away, I'm laid out with no covering. I can't look at him, can't make eye contact. I just let him see me like this and pray this is all he needs right now. Just to look.

"Let's see if you were telling the truth about being a virgin."

He runs the tip of his finger slowly around my belly b.u.t.ton, over my naked mound, in between my folds, and over my c.l.i.t. I hear the sticky sounds of my wetness as he breaches my opening, and shame washes over me.

"Sopping wet already? Oh, Cameron, you're hungry for it, aren't you, sugar?"

Sly pushes inside me, and I feel a small pinch as he tries to stretch my opening. He pushes his finger in and out, playing with my tight barrier, seeing if I was telling the truth.

"There is it," he whispers, leaning down between my legs. I feel him part my opening with his fingers, and then his tongue slides between them, licking my hymen. "f.u.c.k, your virgin c.u.n.t tastes so sweet."

I try to protest, but the words stay on the edge of my lips as he sucks on my c.l.i.t. The pleasure that shoots through my bound arms and legs is intense and terrifying.

"Nooo," I moan, trying to do something to stop this. I shouldn't like this, shouldn't enjoy it. I close my eyes tightly and try to fight the feeling, but all it does is send me into blissful pleasure.

"Give me what I want."

He growls against my tender flesh, and I know what he's asking for. He wants an o.r.g.a.s.m from me. I can't get off like this; I'm not supposed to. This is wrong, and if I get off, then I'm telling him I like it.

Sly licks long swipes up and down my c.l.i.t before sucking it into his mouth and biting down. My body betrays my will and I give him what he wants. I c.u.m hard and long, and though I fight to keep quiet, a moan escapes my mouth.

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard, sugar. The sounds of my love c.u.mming. Let's see if this virgin c.u.n.t of yours sings on my c.o.c.k like it did on my face."

He sits up, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. Oh G.o.d, this is really happening.

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