Forced Submission.

Alexa Riley.

Forced Submission #1.

TAKING WHAT'S MINE.

Alexa Riley.

DEDICATION.

To Lisa... Thank you for your friendship and for inspiring this book. Cheers.

CHAPTER ONE.

COLTON.

My d.i.c.k pushes against the front of my uniform pants at knowing what's coming, and I don't mean my c.o.c.k. Today I get a taste of my sweet little Rose. I've been planning this for weeks. I laugh at the thought of the word "planning." Planning is putting it mildly. It's more like obsessing, and invading my every thought. Being sheriff of Kirksville, Nebraska, only makes this that much easier to do.

I don't care how much she fights this; I know she wants it. I hope she fights; it will only make my c.o.c.k harder and her submission so much sweeter. By the end of this weekend, she'll know who she belongs to. Her life will begin and end with me, and I'll take nothing less.

Glancing over, I pick up the naked pictures I took of her. It's easy to slip the little camera around her bedroom and bathroom, without her knowing. Of course I always have my eyes on her; she's mine, after all. She's been mine since the day I first saw her. A fresh-faced second-grade teacher over at the elementary school. So innocent and pure. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can protect her, because if anyone else felt a tenth of what I did for her I squeeze the pictures in my hand just thinking about anyone else wanting her. I grind my teeth together in anger. No one else can have her.

The photos range from her in the shower, a few of her changing out of her clothes, and one of her masturbating. In that picture she's tempting me with her p.u.s.s.y, making me want it. My blood boils thinking that it wasn't me making her c.u.m, even if that someone else was her. It's crazy that I'm jealous she got herself off, but it doesn't matter at this point, because I've gone past crazy when it comes to her. There is no going back. At least I know what she was thinking about when she touched herself. Innocent and pure little Rose has dirty fantasies. I've read all about them in her diary she thought she'd hidden away so well. I'm going to give her what she wants, even if she begs me to stop, and trust me, there will be all kinds of begging. I can already hear her pleas in my mind, making pre-c.u.m leak from my c.o.c.k.

Kissing one of the photos, I stack them back together and place them in my glove box with her diary. I slide out of my cruiser, closing the car door behind me, with a smile on my face. She walked right into my trap.

Each day when she leaves the school, she takes the same route home. In the country, many of the houses are spread out and hers is one of them. She takes a shortcut, but the road she uses is all farmland and not paved. It's just loose gravel that cracks under my boots as I eat up the distance to her.

The summer just started and today was her last day until the next school year begins. I knew she'd be working late, and I used it to my advantage. I've waited long enough for this day, and she's going to make it up to me with her p.u.s.s.y, her mouth, her a.s.s, and her complete submission. I've been hanging on to a thin rope with her, and I can feel myself cracking. I need to touch her, bury myself inside her, and cool some of the raging desire she causes.

She did this to me. Never in my whole life have I felt this need for someone. She woke this beast inside me, and she's going to take him. Only she will do. Since the day I first saw her, the thought of another woman only p.i.s.ses me off. She worked her way into my system, and now she's going to stay and give me what I need. What we both need. She's going to wrap her sweet mouth around me, and milk all this l.u.s.t from my body. I'm going to fill up every one of her holes until she's dripping with my c.u.m, then maybe I can calm down.

When I reach her car door, I give two hard knocks to her window, forcing her to roll it down. Her big sea-green eyes look up at me, her bottom lip pouting, and it drives me crazy. Her whole look says "innocent," and I can't wait to turn her into my little s.l.u.t. The things she's going to do to me, for me and no one will ever know. It will be a piece of her that only I possess.

"Sir?" The single word seems to stroke my whole body.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step out of the car." Without waiting for a response, I reach my hand in through the window to open it from the inside, making the lock pop up and the door open. Tentatively she unhooks her seatbelt and steps out of the car. She's hesitant, but complies. Her sweet vanilla smell fills my lungs as she exits the vehicle, and it's all I can do not to lean in. I don't give her much room, so she has to sidestep me and slide further down the side of her car so I can slam the door shut.

The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She's wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my c.u.m would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She's all woman, soft and curvy with generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that I want to taste, and round hips I'm dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.

I love and hate that f.u.c.king dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her p.u.s.s.y will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don't like that her p.u.s.s.y is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm c.u.n.t, and no one besides me will be doing that.

"Sir," she starts again, "I'm not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?"

"Nothing," I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. "Turn around, hands on the vehicle," I say, indicating that I'm going to give her a pat-down.

"But "

"It's best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you." Her eyes snap up at my use of "my Rose" but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it's coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the s.e.xiest thing I've ever heard.

When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. "Please don't," she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what's coming, but she knows something is off.

Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full a.s.s, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

"Don't move again. You'll only hurt yourself, and I don't want that. You can't fight me off, so don't try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I'm done."

Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her a.s.s, trying to cool my l.u.s.t, but my b.a.l.l.s only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her p.u.s.s.y, feeling how warm she is.

She's so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her p.u.s.s.y and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.

CHAPTER TWO.

ROSE.

I feel complete terror running through my body. I'm pressed against my car, and the cop has his hand on my p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh G.o.d, please stop," I breathe.

I shouldn't want this. Shouldn't be turned on by this. What is wrong with me?

I feel his face pull back and suddenly I'm turned around, so I'm facing him again. I look over at his badge and see the last name Colton.

"Officer Colton," I begin, but he interrupts me.

"Sheriff Colton. But you can drop the sheriff t.i.tle."

"Please, this has been some kind of misunderstanding. I'll get back in my car and we can pretend this never happened."

He reaches down and grabs my wrist so fast I don't see it coming, until I'm being pulled around the back of my car. I see he wants to take me to the other side where it's darker, and I panic.

He's a big guy, and well over six feet tall. He's all solid muscle too, so not only is he big, but he's strong. His dark hair and eyes were so s.e.xy at first. I had thought for a second that I might flirt with him a little, but when he asked me to step out, I knew something was different.

My fight-or-flight instincts kick in as he takes me around my car, and I pull with all my might. He's so much bigger than me though, and I can't do anything to stop him. I've never had any self-defense cla.s.ses and I've never been in a fight. I start to scream, but he senses it, and drags me closer to his body. He gets in my face and I try to pull away again.

"You can scream all you want out here, sweet little Rose. No one will hear you," he says and grabs me by the waist.

"No! Help!" I scream, but he's right. There no one out here for miles and miles, and no one will come down this road again until morning. I try to grab on to the side of my car, but he pulls me to the ground and climbs on top of me.

Oh G.o.d. He's really going to do it.

I feel his hot breath on my neck and his tongue starts to lick across my collarbone and up to my ear. He smells like cologne and I'm ashamed of how much I like the dark scent. I know he felt the dampness in my panties earlier and I wanted to deny it was because of him. But I couldn't.

"f.u.c.k, you taste so sweet, Rose."

"Don't do this," I beg, and start to flail my arms and legs. I don't know what I'm doing, but I've got to try and fight. I'm kicking my feet and punching at his chest and he leans up and smiles at me. It's a wicked evil smile that sends a chill down my spine.

"I always hoped you'd struggle. It makes me so hard."

One of his hands grabs one of my wrists and pins it to the ground. My other hand is free and I strike, making contact with his lip. Instantly I regret it when I see the drop of blood.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I didn't mean it. Just let me go and I swear I won't tell anyone."

Fury crosses his face, and he grabs my other wrist, holding both of them down with one hand.

"Just for that you get a f.u.c.k in the ditch like the teasing s.l.u.t you are. I wanted to be gentle the first time, but you did this. You're making me f.u.c.k you in the dirt like an animal. Are you happy, Rose? Is this what you want?"

I kick my legs and try and break free. I can't make it easy on him. I have to fight.

He knees my legs apart with his and reaches down with his free hand to unbuckle his belt. I watch as he pulls out his c.o.c.k and it's so big and hard. It's an angry shade of red and I swallow in both fear and amazement. My eyes widen at the thought of him f.u.c.king me with that.

"Please," I start to beg, but he reaches up and puts his hand over my mouth.

"Hush. You f.u.c.king lie here and let me take the edge off."

I feel his hard c.o.c.k push against my panties and I scream into his hand. My legs are spread wide by his hips and he keeps thrusting against me, my thin panties his only barrier.

"Oh that's it, Rose, make me fight my way in. I can feel how wet you are, and how bad you want it."

He keeps pushing against me, and I'm wearing out from the struggle. I'm not a strong girl, so anything physical for longer than a few minutes and I'm done.

Suddenly his hand is gone and it's between my legs, moving my panties to the side so his c.o.c.k can get in.

"Don't. Please," I try again, but then I feel his hot c.o.c.k thrust inside me. His slick entrance inside my p.u.s.s.y is my shame. I shouldn't be wet for this, but I am.

"Oh Rose," he moans, and locks eyes with mine. "You felt that, didn't you? You felt how f.u.c.king soaked you are for my big d.i.c.k. My dirty f.u.c.king s.l.u.t. I've got you pinned down in a ditch and just raped your p.u.s.s.y, and you're soaked for it."

I turn my head to the side so he can't see humiliation.

"You can fight it all you want, but every inch of your sweet flesh is mine now. Mine. I'm the only one that makes this p.u.s.s.y c.u.m."

He grabs my face and makes me look back at him as he starts to thrust in and out of me. "No no, baby. Look at me. You know what's better than me f.u.c.king you and you loving it?" he asks and continues to slide in and out of my wet p.u.s.s.y. "When you c.u.m on my d.i.c.k. Your o.r.g.a.s.m will be the real treat for me," he says, and the evil grin on his face is his promise.

I feel his grip on my wrists tighten, while his other hand moves down to play with my c.l.i.t.

"No!" I shout, but it does nothing to stop him. He strums my c.l.i.t and before I know it, I'm on the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m. Shame burns through me.

"You with me, Rose? I want us to c.u.m together. That's how I always pictured this."

I'm so embarra.s.sed when my p.u.s.s.y floods with cream, and I feel myself o.r.g.a.s.m with him. I feel his hot c.u.m splash inside me as my own o.r.g.a.s.m squeezes my p.u.s.s.y and makes me grit my teeth. I refuse to let him hear me shout in pleasure.

Once he's finished c.u.mming inside me, he leans down and tries to kiss my lips. I try and bite him when he gets close, but he just grabs my jaw.

"You'll kiss me properly after I make love to you, or you'll pay the price."

Not wanting to find out what that is, I close my eyes, and he presses his lips to mine. I should hate the feel of him on me after that, but I don't. His full lips are gentle, almost tender, as he kisses me. After a few seconds he pulls away and looks at me kindly.

Then, as if a switch is flipped, he pulls out and stands up. He tucks his still-hard c.o.c.k back in his pants, and goes to fix his uniform. His knees and hands have a little dirt on them, but other than that he looks like nothing happened.

He reaches down to help me up, and once I'm on my feet he pulls me close.

"Now the fun begins," he says, and terror once again grips me.

CHAPTER THREE.

COLTON.

I slam the door closed behind me, the sound echoing in the room. Rose jumps at the noise, then glances around, taking in the simple cabin. A small kitchen lines one wall where I've stocked up on all her favorite foods. I look forward to cooking some of it for her, then having her sitting on my lap while we feed each other. Maybe my c.o.c.k will be buried deep inside her while we eat.

The rest of the room is pretty bare; just a desk, a table with a couple of chairs, and of course a bed. I made sure the bed was small, but had posts so I could strap her to it. She'll have to sleep on top of me, or we'll have to be right against each other. Her curvy a.s.s will nuzzle my c.o.c.k. I can bury him in between her a.s.s cheeks. I can roll on top of her all through the night, rut into her over and over, and she can't stop me. Every time my c.o.c.k gets hard, I can just slide her legs open, and take what's mine. Because Rose is mine. Now it's just a matter of her realizing how true that really is.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" Her breathing is ragged as she says the words. Her gaze bright, intense green eyes focused sharply on me now, and not the room.

"Long?" I question. Because we can't stay at the cabin forever. This is just a means to get her submission. Bury myself into her skin like she has mine. Soon I can take her back home with me.

"When are you going to let me go?" she asks.

"You think I'll ever let you go?"

Her breathing becomes a little faster at my words. I clip them out harsher than I mean to. The idea of letting her go does nothing to cool the beast raging inside me.

"The only way I'd let you go is to chase you through the woods. Then when I caught you, I'd rip that dress off, and slam my c.o.c.k inside of you. I'm really starting to think you like being f.u.c.ked on the dirty ground. Is that what you like, Rose? Because if you ask I'll do that for you."