Page 22 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

“There. You’re so fucking pretty all tied up and helpless now.

” I purr in her ear as I pull on the leather straps around her wrists that run through the headboard to the anchored hooks on the wall behind it.

“One more thing though. Don’t go anywhere.

” I add with a little chuckle and a quick swat of my open palm to her breasts.

I jog down the steps, trying not to trip over any of the tools left behind for the night by the renovation team, then go through the kitchen and to the door to the playroom in the furnished basement.

I’ve yet to bring her down there, and if this goes well, we’ll be spending a lot of time in there from now on.

Switching on the lights, I look around at one of the only two rooms that didn’t get destroyed; my sex playroom and my gym.

The red walls are untouched and still house all the racks of whips and implements, and the black carpet still looks freshly vacuumed from the last time I was down in the space.

The bed in the back of the room is nicely made with red and black satin sheets, and the cabinets in bright white almost glow against the darker colors.

Digging through a chest of drawers next to the bed but behind the rack table, I search for the one thing that I know will trigger a primal response from her.

I want the fear in her. I need her to panic so that I can bring her through the terror and show her that she’s safe with me always, even when she’s scared.

“Ah ha, there you are.” I say, grabbing the item and balling it up in my fist, so she won’t see it until I’m ready for her to, before hastily going back upstairs to the bedroom.

Having to dodge and weave through construction materials and sheets of plastic as I go through the house is annoying, and I almost go down over a stubbed toe on a toolbox in the kitchen.

But when everything is done, it’ll all be worth it.

Just not tripping on anything and breaking my neck in my rush to get back to her would be nice.

She’s exactly where I left her when I come back, but of course she is, the bolts in the wall could restrain an elephant, and the straps could tow a bus.

It’s a beautiful sight, her eyes turned towards me in the door way, her body elongated on my bed, her hair all messed up and fanned out across the pillows.

I could stand against the wall and stare at her all night, except that my cock has other plans, and if I don’t listen to him, I might go crazy.

Without any further hesitation, I walk to her, my strides swift, carrying me to her side in a few steps, and I open my hand. Her emerald gems grow huge watching me unroll the white ski mask, and when I slip it on my head, covering my face, she struggles against her binds.

“No, no, no. Take it off.” She pleas with me, her voice cracking in her fear.

“Shhh, easy little bunny. I say, but it does nothing to calm her down.

You know what she needs.

With a practiced speed, I untie her wrists and free her hands, grabbing her and pulling her up till she’s sitting gloriously naked on the edge of the bed facing me, looking up at me with panic.

Striking out my arm quickly, I grab her by the throat and squeeze the sides of it just hard enough to keep her motionless, but not enough to make her woozy.

“You’re safe with Daddy.” I say to her, glaring down at her through the eye holes in the mask. “He’s gone, dead, never able to touch you again. Do you understand baby?”

She nods slightly, her pupils constricting a little with the ebbing fright, and when her spine relaxes and she breathes out a heavy sigh, I squeeze harder.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me.

” Like the obedient submissive she is, she obeys my command without hesitation, sticking out that pretty pink tongue for me.

“That’s my girl. Bend forward just a bit, and take a deep breath in.

I’m going to fuck that beautiful face of yours until it’s wrecked with your tears and my cum. ”

The feel of her hot mouth when I grab my hard dick and push it past her lips is exquisite.

With a tight grab of the roots of her hair, and a firm pull, I yank her head down on my cock until her lips touch my body and her back arches.

Her hands flail at me, blindly reaching for anything to support herself, and when they settle on my hips, her little fingers digging in, I start to thrust.

Paradise, that’s where I am. The destruction around us falls away, the sound of wind whistling through the boarded-up window fades, and I close my eyes as they roll back in my head.

I’m on a sunny beach, my toes in the warm sand, and she’s sucking my cock like a fucking pro as I listen to the waves crash on the shore.

“Fuck yes, bunny. Suck Daddy harder.” I moan, pumping into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat with the head of my dick. “So good.”

I can feel every swallow, every breath, and every ridge in her esophagus as she swallows me down completely, and it’s fantastic. It gets even better when I feel her relax more, and the drool starts to run out of her mouth and drip down my balls while they swing back and forth with my thrusts.

Her tongue pushes against my shaft, rubbing on all the veins, making them move under the skin, and that, with the feel of her teeth ever so lightly scraping my skin, pushes me closer to the edge of bliss.

“Are you ready to swallow my load?” I grunt, pushing down her throat and holding myself there, watching her cheeks redden and her nostrils flare in her attempt to breathe. “Blink twice for yes, baby.”

The pride I feel in her when she blinks twice, slowly, looking up at me with a face of submission could stop my heart.

It definitely stops my movements, and I freeze, my body locking, and I cum deep in her mouth before coming back from my heaven and pulling out, letting the rest splash on her face as she licks and swallows down what I gave her.

“Perfect bunny. Absolutely perfect. Swallow it.” I praise her as I take my thumb and scoop some of the white cream from her flushed cheek and shove it past her stretched lips. “All of it sweetheart.”

I’m out of breath from the orgasm, and she’s a panting mess from the breathlessness of having her throat filled by me. With a heavy sigh and trembling legs, I sit next to her on the bed, rubbing her shoulders, whispering little sweet nothings in her ear till we’re both back to normal.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me.” She says, looking at my still masked face as if it’s now the most normal thing.

“Oh, I plan on it, until the sun comes up or until you tap out. Whichever comes first.”

“Ooohhh.”

“Mmmm yes.” I say, licking my dry lips then kissing her neck, leaving little damp spots where the red imprints from my fingers reside on her pale skin. “In fact I think I’ll start now.”

She squeals with laughter as I grab her and toss her onto her hands and knees on the bed, looking over her shoulder at me as I crawl up behind her.

“You gonna fuck me like a dog?”

“No. we’re gonna fuck like rabbits, little bunny.” I say and crack her ass with my hand hard enough to tip her forward.

She lands face first in the pillows, and instead of lifting herself back up, she melts into it, sticking her ass up higher and wiggling it in my face. Muffled by the fluffy pillow I hear her laughing and the unmistakable response of “Thank you Sir, may I have another?”

“As many as you can handle.”

She takes another spank, then another, each one making her moan like a wounded animal into the pillows.

Her ass is turning bright red, and imprints of my fingers begin to streak her skin in every direction as I hit her again and again.

The sound of palm on meaty flesh fills the room, and by the time my hand is sore, the noise of spanking her drowns out the purr coming from her mouth.

I’m pulsing like my heart has moved down to my dick as I grab ahold of it and press it against her soaked pussy that twitches and winks at me, needing to be filled.

She’s so tight as I push inside of her agonizingly slow, one inch at a time.

Feeling her open up for me, molding to me, and hugging me like a glove tailored just for me.

Instead of her moaning or gasping in pleasure though, her body tenses, and she pushes herself off the pillows.

The bed vibrates with how hard she shakes.

“Hey, bunny, what’s wrong?” I ask, holding myself perfectly still, not wanting to move and make her panic while my cock is buried in her.

When she starts to weep and her arms shake I very slowly lean over her back, making sure to touch her with my hands the entire time, letting them slide over her skin softly, until my mouth is next to her ear.

“Millie, talk to me. What is going on in that head of yours?”

“Thi…this is how he took me before he whipped me. With the mask, from behind, until I was…” She says, her words falling away to loud sobs that wrack her whole body.

“Okay. You can do this. It’s Daddy. You’re safe. I killed him remember?”

“How?”

“Are you sure you want to know? It wasn’t pretty.”

“Yes. I need to be able to see it in my mind.”

“Alright.” I sigh, kissing her ear, then her neck, and then I lean over to the night stand next to the bed and open the top drawer. Pulling out the knife Max had handed me, I flip it open and show it to her. “I slit his throat, ear to ear with this.”

The now clean blade glimmers in the light of the room, and she stares at it for moments that feel like an eternity, not moving and barely breathing. I can hear her thick swallows, and her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“May I touch it?”

“Yes.”

I hold the knife in my open palm, letting it balance over the edges of my hand, and she reaches out and pokes at it, like it’s going to jump up and bite her.

When it doesn’t move, and nothing has happened, she tilts her head and stares at it some more and I can almost hear the thoughts racing through her head.

“Show me.”

“Show you?” I ask, looking at her in disbelief. “Baby, I’m not putting a knife to your throat.”

“How did my sister die?”

“Oh baby. No. You don’t…”

“Tell me.” She practically yells at me, staring me down, the anger and hurt over her sister written all over her face.

“She was stabbed.” I tell her, not wanting to share any details of the woman’s bruises and wounds other than the fatal one in her chest.

“So a knife. A knife killed them both.”

“Yes.”

“Then I want to feel a knife too, from you.”

Dropping my head down, I rest it against her shoulder. “Baby, why?”

“I don’t know. But I need to. Maybe to get over it, to face fears, to heal, I have no clue, but I need it.”

“Then I’m doing it as me and not him.” I say, yanking off the ski mask and handing it to her. “You take it. Do what you want with it.”

“Show me what you did to him.”

Against every fiber in my being that tells me this is wrong, I do as she asks. With as steady of a hand as I can muster I bring the very sharp blade up to her throat.

“Don’t move, don’t even swallow. I do not want to cut you.” I say, holding her hair in my hand just like I did to Tyler, pulling her head back and elongating her throat under the blade.

With my cock still in her I can feel a burst of wetness as the cold metal touches her skin. She’s turned on by the thought of me killing him. She’s getting wetter and wetter, until her juices are flowing out from around my dick and dripping on the bed.

“Mmmm.” She moans, her eyes rolling back, her body relaxing under me.

“You like this. The image of me doing this to him while I’m inside you. You filthy little thing. I love you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She whines, trying to press forward, but I keep her back by the handful of her hair in my fist.

“Stay baby. Don’t move.” With a hand as steady as a surgeon’s, I hold the knife in place and start moving my hips back and forth.

“Yes, Daddy.” She begs, moving her ass even though I told her not to move, but at least she’s going away from the weapon and not onto it.

“Fuck.” I growl, thrusting faster but not harder.

I don’t want to push her body forward at all.

“Fuck yes.” She cries out, her pussy clamping down on me, her channel tightening with her impending climax.

“Millie.” I grunt, fucking her, holding her still as best as I can.

I start cumming violently, in wave after wave of pleasure as she falls apart around my cock, drenching me.

The flood of cum that pours out of her when the blade ever so lightly touches her neck, leaving a tiny red spot in its wake, soaks everything, and it’s truly the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“You really are such a good girl, bunny, the best. So perfect.”