Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 3

"That's it, Rose. Make it nice and tight for me. I want to feel that tight ring strangle my c.o.c.k. Clench your a.s.shole as hard as you can for me."

I feel the hand around my hip move, and his big fingers start to gently stroke my c.l.i.t.

"No," I moan, because I know what's coming. He will manipulate my body against me. Use my pleasure to make me want this.

It's as if my body is wired to his touch, and I start to move my hips with his fingers. I'm rocking against his hand and I'm starting to get close to an o.r.g.a.s.m.

I feel the pressure against my a.s.shole, and my hips rise in invitation. I bury my face in the bed, because the shame of what I want is real. I want this. I want him to f.u.c.k my a.s.s and make me c.u.m. I want him in the darkest part of my body, and I'm so humiliated by this realization.

"My dirty f.u.c.king s.l.u.t," he says as his c.o.c.k bottoms out in my a.s.s. "Look at how easy you take my d.i.c.k back here. Your hips are pus.h.i.+ng against me, begging for more. You want it rough, don't you, Rose? You want me to f.u.c.k your a.s.s hard? I got you baby. Just be still and I'll take care of you."

I feel him spit on my a.s.s again and I whine into the mattress. It's too good, and I hate myself for loving it. He pulls out and then pushes back in hard, causing me to cry out and bear down on his hands, seeking pleasure with my pain.

After a few more hard thrusts, I'm on the edge, and I can feel he's close too. We are so in tune with each other's bodies that we are going to c.u.m together.

Colton puts hard pressure on my c.l.i.t, and then pinches it as he thrusts one last time, sending me over the edge and into pure s.e.xual bliss. My a.s.s tightens up and clenches around him while I shout my release into the mattress.

I feel his c.o.c.k pulse as he empties into my a.s.s, and I can't think of anything other than how wonderful that felt. After a beat, he lies down across my back and kisses the side of my face.

"I love you," I whisper, and I can feel the smile spread across his face.

The rest of the day and night are spent entwined with one another. Colton doesn't have to tie me up anymore to get me to do what he wants, and I don't think about running away anymore.

When morning light floods through the cabin, he begins to pack up what little he brought, and I put on the pink dress I walked into the cabin wearing.

As we walk out on the front porch, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I look up and meet his eyes.

"We should get going," he says, and I nod my head in agreement.

"The kids will be happy to see us after a weekend at your mom and dad's," I say.

"Please, you know they spoiled them the whole time," Colton says on a laugh as we walk out to his cruiser.

"Maybe we can do this next weekend too, only this time it will be your fantasy."

"My sweet Rose, anything you want is my fantasy. Always has been. Always will be."

I blush while leaning up and giving my husband a kiss on the lips. Could life get better than this?

EXCERPT FROM.

TAKING THE FALL.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing here, Cherry?" Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

I've never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

I haven't seen him since that night. The night I can't remember. The reason I'm here.

"Did you get my letters?" I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

"Yeah, I got them," he fires back.

"But...you never..." My words trail off as the force of what he's saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn't care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was...until now.

"Ever think there was a reason I didn't respond? I threw them out. I don't want you here." Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn't turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.

s.h.i.+fting uncomfortably, I take him in. He's huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems ma.s.sive. His six foot four frame looks like it's been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don't recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don't recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.

Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.

In three long strides he's in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his s.h.i.+rt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the pa.s.sion and fervor I've felt all these years, but I don't exactly have any experience to guide me. I'm twenty and I've never been kissed. But this doesn't feel like any kiss I've ever imagined. It feels like he's devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravis.h.i.+ng my soul.

Going to an all-girls' school kept me sheltered. I even took all my college cla.s.ses online after I graduated. The only d.i.c.k that was ever near me was hired by my father. His men were either deadly scared of him or had too much respect for him to touch me-probably a little of both.

I follow Carter's lead and return his kiss. I've wanted this for years. Before he was taken away, I used to try to get his attention and shamelessly flirt with him. I think I was terrible at it because never once did he touch me. I never cared that he was ten years older than I was. I wanted him. I even had this silly idea that if I waited for him, he could be mine. That's why I wrote him those stupid letters that he clearly didn't give a s.h.i.+t about. Feeling my anger rush back at the reminder, I go to push at his chest, but we're ripped apart suddenly. A guard has me in his arms and my feet are still off the floor. It takes three other guards to wrestle Carter down onto one of the tables.

His hands grip the side of the table, his white knuckles betraying his iron grip. "f.u.c.k, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type," he says, his voice rough with a touch of fury and possession. "Until you." His glare moves to the guard holding me. "Now get your f.u.c.king hands off her."

I'm stunned by his words. He's pinned to a table by three guards and he's giving orders? I guess some things never change.

"Get. Them. The. f.u.c.k. Off," Carter barks again as he starts to rise from his position, even as the guards try to push him down.

"This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here," the guard holding me says as he places me back down on the floor.

"I just came for answers," I whisper, hoping he doesn't catch on to my lie. I want answers, but I want him more.

"I got no answers for you here. I don't want to see your little a.s.s in this place again, Cherry." Cherry', the name used to make me smile. Now it's starting to p.i.s.s me off.

"Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat," I shoot back, feeling my anger boil over. h.e.l.l, I shouldn't have said that. I don't want him to know I care, but how can he not after receiving all those stupid letters? Letters that had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary. I sent him my every thought. But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him. Maybe he doesn't know what they contained. Maybe he threw them out before reading them. I'm grasping at straws. He may not know it, but he is all I have left.

After my mother disappeared, my father turned as cold as she had been. I had always been a silly child who just got in my mother's way. She was too busy going to events and maintaining an image to devote any time or attention to me. I can still remember her offhand comments about my weight and frenzied red hair. I just always seemed to be in her way-a disappointing nuisance. Now my father can barely look at me. Does my father love me? Yes, I believe so. Family is everything to him.

But does he show it? Can I feel it? Not anymore. Now I'm put away on a shelf, having to sneak away to come here.

"I haven't felt a woman's body in years, can't blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise," he says c.o.c.kily as the guards slowly let him up. He drops down into a metal chair. He seems completely unfazed by what has just happened. I guess that was all it was to him-a man needing a fix. He didn't possess my mouth, my soul for those few moments because he needed to touch me. No one touches me.

"I see I don't have anyone now. Looks like I can go," I say flatly, all emotion leaching from my voice. h.e.l.l, if no one else wants to show me any tenderness, why should I give any?

"Good. Get gone," he snarls through clenched teeth, but I see his eyes soften for an instant before being replaced by his usual stoniness. Or maybe I'm trying to convince myself and it was never there.

Pulling the picture I have from my pocket, I let it drop to the floor and I take one last look at the man I've been thinking about every night for the past four years. I don't want the reminder of him anymore if he doesn't want me.

I'm done living in a world that seems to feel nothing while I feel everything.

I have the quarter million I took from Daddy's safe before I gave the guards the slip. I'm starting my life over, a life with no more holes in it, a life where I can find people who want to feel with me.

I turn to make my way to leave. Behind me I hear Carter rise from his chair, the metal scratching across the concrete floor. Opening the door to leave, I toss my final words over my shoulder. "Don't you worry, Carter. No one will be seeing me around anymore." The door slams behind me and I hear all h.e.l.l break loose on the other side.

I square my shoulders and keep on walking. I only have one feeling in my heart now.

Freedom.

Out Now.

TAKING WHAT'S OURS.

Alexa Riley.

dedication.

To Lisa... Thank you for your friends.h.i.+p and for inspiring this book. Cheers.

CHAPTER ONE.

HUDSON.

"I'm going to enjoy this a lot more than I should," I say, the adrenaline pumping through me.

"I'm just p.i.s.sed it's going to be on camera," Ridge says with a bite of irritation. I know he's mad that someone else will be seeing this; he's private like that. I don't care who sees what we do to her, or how many times we c.u.m inside her sweet little c.u.n.t.

Looking over at Ridge, I give him a c.o.c.ky smile, something I haven't done in months. This place has been h.e.l.l, and the only glimpses of light are when I catch a random sighting of the Doc. "I'll get a copy of the video. You know, for a keepsake." It's been too long, and at this point I don't give a f.u.c.k if there's a camera or not. I'm going b.a.l.l.s deep inside Doc Charlotte.

"Hudson, you're a sick f.u.c.k, and I couldn't be happier about it," Ridge says with a half smile. This place hasn't been good for us, and things have taken longer than we antic.i.p.ated. But we've been in worse situations, and at least this one's ending with a taste of something sweet. Something I've been dying to have.

We make our way through Cell Block E, heading towards the infirmary. Our steps eat up the distance, each one bringing us one step closer to her. Obsession is a scary thing; even worse when there are two of us after the same thing. There was never a chance for her to escape us, she's been ours from the moment we spotted her. Ridge and I always get what we want one way or another, even if we have to take it. There's nothing that will keep her from us.

I'm sick of these gray brick walls and the smell of decay mixed with fear and loneliness that comes with incarceration. She's going to wash all that away. I know just one taste of her and we'll be in heaven.

Today's the day, and my d.i.c.k has been aching for this for six long months.

Ridge and I are inmates at ADV in Florence, Colorado, also known as the Alcatraz of the Rockies. We are cellmates and do our work detail together. This is the first day we've been a.s.signed laundry duty, so now we can have some fun. Our plans are sliding into place.

We wheel around the big bin of fresh linens, taking them to the prison hospital wing. Once there, we are supposed to trade out the bins, leaving the clean one there and taking the dirty one with us. This detail requires two inmates since the bins are so heavy. They only rotate certain duties every three months, so Ridge and I had to trade a lot of contraband to get it. This particular route cost extra because the doctor is on it. We know her routine because we've been watching her as best as we could since we got here. She's f.u.c.king hard to miss.

The coy smiles she would shoot me in pa.s.sing only worked me up more. She's been asking for it. You don't tease men like Ridge and me and think we won't take what we want. We will. She got us all worked up and now she's going to let us take out our frustrations on her body. In her body.

Doc Charlotte runs the prison infirmary, and today we're paying her a visit. She's tall with long s.e.xy legs, thick blonde hair that falls to her waist, and an a.s.s that a man can grab on to. Or in our case, men can grab on to. And, f.u.c.k, her lips. They're gut-clenching, c.o.c.k-swelling lips that I can't wait to see wrapped around my c.o.c.k as I thrust into her mouth.

Ridge and I set up a few bribes to make sure that when we drop off the laundry today, the Doc will be all alone. No one will be there to help her. She'll be all ours. We don't want any interruptions.

"f.u.c.k, my b.a.l.l.s are so G.o.dd.a.m.n full. I'm going to nut all over her tight a.s.shole," I say, and reach down to rub my c.o.c.k, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"You should have jerked off this morning like I did so it will last longer," Ridge says, shooting me a half smirk.

I laugh and shake my head. "Nah. She's gonna get me hard again as soon as I c.u.m. I'm f.u.c.king her at least twice."

"Good luck with that. She'll probably bite your d.i.c.k off in the struggle."

"I'm excited to see how much fight she's got in her." Doc isn't going down easy, and I love the idea of fighting my way into her body. I also like the idea of her biting me, maybe not my c.o.c.k, but a few marks from her on my body would be nice to see. I could rub my fingers over them as I jerked off, thinking about all the things we did to her.

"I have a feeling she won't break so easy."

We smile at one another as we approach the medical wing. Once we enter, we pa.s.s the desk and I give the two guards there a chin lift as they buzz us in. Ridge leans over and pa.s.ses them a manila envelope filled with hundred-dollar bills. Some people might think it's crazy to spend thousands for an hour of alone time with a woman, but in prison, p.u.s.s.y is almost unheard of, so you've got to pay up. Plus, there isn't an amount I wouldn't pay to have her all to ourselves. Even if it's only for an hour.

We found out the two guards manning the desk had some extracurricular activities that left them a little light in the wallet. That's what happens when you think you're in love with a stripper or like gambling a little too much. So Ridge and I decided to use that information to our advantage. All it took was a few conversations, and we got the green light.

Pus.h.i.+ng the cart through the doors, I look back over my shoulder and watch the guards heading out. So far everything is going to plan and we're another step closer.

When we reach the end of the hall, there's a small desk in the back with two more guards. These two were a little harder to bribe, and I think it's because they've gotten to know the Doc and feel some kind of sympathy for her. But say a dollar amount high enough and people suddenly lose their morals.

Ridge grabs the next envelope and pa.s.ses it over the desk. One of the guards s.n.a.t.c.hes it up. The other looks at us and then looks at the back exam room door, no doubt thinking about the doctor on the other side and what's about to happen to her. I can see a look of apprehension cross his face, but we've planned for this.

You don't spend this kind of money and orchestrate this kind of plan, and not have a backup for your backup. Always be five moves ahead.

I pull out the third envelope and slowly slide it across the counter to the guards. "A little bonus for you guys. Just to make sure everything goes as planned."

The reluctant guard takes the envelope and looks inside. Suddenly he's not so reluctant anymore. "One hour, and there won't be any interruptions," he says confidently, as the two of them make their way out of the wing, bolting the doors behind us.

I look over at Ridge, and he gives me a nod. It's time.

I walk over to her door and stand in front of it. She's got it locked, but it won't be for long. I take a deep breath and on the exhale, raise my leg up and with all my strength kick in the door, busting it wide open, the crack of the hinges bouncing off the cold concrete walls.

Immediately I hear the doctor scream as Ridge and I run in the room. The room is big, with the exam table sitting in the middle. I look around, see where the camera is and know we're already on a countdown.

"We're on the clock," I say, as Ridge moves a desk in front of the door. It's probably unnecessary, but just in case we have an interruption, we get a warning.

I look over and see Doc Charlotte has pressed herself into the corner. I feel a wicked smile cross my face, seeing her so scared and vulnerable.

"Well, h.e.l.lo there, pretty thing. We don't have a lot of time for romance so I'll cut to the chase. You're going to take off your clothes, show us your holes, and let us f.u.c.k them until we're done. Then you're going to put your clothes back on and go back to what you were doing and not say a word to anyone. Sound like a good plan to you?"

"Oh G.o.d, please don't do this! Guards!" she screams again, pus.h.i.+ng herself further against the wall.

Ridge walks up beside me and starts to laugh. "That's it, baby, scream. I want you to get loud. f.u.c.k, it makes my d.i.c.k drip for you. Go ahead and yell out Ridge' too, while you're at it."

She looks around the room, like she's searching for a weapon, and it's time to shut that down. In three quick strides I'm in front of her. Reaching down, I grab her upper arm, pulling her to her feet and over to the exam table. Her vanilla scent fills my lungs, making my mouth water.