Page 1 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

“That’s it kitten, again for me.” I groan, as I lift the thin bamboo cane above my head one more time.

The sounds out of her agape mouth are the most beautiful things you could ever imagine.

They just roll out of her all breathy and deep as I mark her over and over again with my barely restrained, yet loving violence.

I've waited so long for this. I’ve watched her, fawned over her, rescued her, and now as she screams my name in pleasure and pain, I know that she’s mine for good.

I knew when I saw her standing there alone in the alley, looking through my trash that I would own her.

It didn't take long, and she didn't take a lot of convincing.

The only problem was the other man in the way.

But I've dealt with him, and he'll no longer be an issue.

At least I hope not. I mean, can dead men really cause that much of a problem?

“God, you're doing so good, baby girl. Look at you. So perfect. Cry for me. Let Daddy hear it.” I say to her as I bend down, grabbing her cheeks in my hand, squishing them in so they press on her teeth, making her look at me, forcing her emerald eyes to meet mine so I can see the tears running from the corners of them.

Drool runs from her mouth in a little stream that I brush away with my thumb.

Her fingers twitch and wiggle as she fights against the binds around her wrists. It's stunning, the way the leather straps press into her ivory skin, making it all pink and pretty.

“Please, Sir. Please let me cum for you.” She begs me, arching her back over the crude bench, shoving her round ass up higher in the air, like a fucking bitch in heat.

“In due time, baby. Don't worry, I’ve got you.” I reassure her. Giving her face a little shake in my hand before I pet her sleek, chocolate hair.

“Oh God I need it. Please Sir, please.”

“You really are such a very good girl. They're so happy with you, just like Daddy is. Do you like them watching, kitten?” I asked her, turning her head to look out the window of the playroom so she can see all of the faces looking in.

The crowd gathered is watching as I abuse her, just the way she likes it.

I like it too. In fact I love the way she performs for an audience.

It’s something I’ve always wanted in a submissive, and she plays the part oh so fucking well.

So well that my cock is painfully hard in my leather pants, pressing against the zipper hard enough to break it.

I’m going to need to fuck her soon, to make her take me as hard as I give it to her, to break her so that the onlookers get their voyeuristic fill.

She’s going to cum all over me as I take everything she has left from her in front of them all.

I’ve already taken her body and her heart, now the rest of her, including her future is mine. For good.

“You may cum for me now.” I whisper in her ear as I lean over her back, dropping the cane at her feet, shoving my fingers in her sopping wet cunt. “I need you all raw and ready for my cock.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She cries out, her body bucking, her legs shaking, her weight leaning completely on the wooden sawhorse as she falls apart like the perfect little cum slut she is.

“Mine.” I purr to her, licking up her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears. “All mine.”