Forced Submission Bundle 2: (Books 4-6) (9 page)

“
I
t seems
some slutty little girls just never learn.” I grab Sabrina by her hair, pulling her into me, her back hitting my chest. Fisting her hair in a tight hold, I tilt her head, licking up her neck all the way to her ear. I hear whatever she was holding drop to the ground. “What do you think happens when you wear short little dresses and walk around in dark parking lots?”

I feel her breathing pick up. “Dante,” she whimpers, and I can hear the excitement in her voice.

“You know better than to leave the house after dark.” I bite down on her neck, making her jump as I slide my other hand up her dress. I rip her panties off and drop them to the ground, then I cup her pussy. “Especially when you’re not filled with our cum. Our pussy never goes out of the house unless it’s nice and full and dripping from your men.”

“But you’ve been gone all day.” She tries to wiggle her hips, wanting me to play with her clit. I pull my hand back and smack her pussy. “You’ve been a very bad little girl.”

She moans at the punishment. I release her hair and cover her mouth with my hand. Then I smack her again.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Each time, my hand gets wetter and wetter from the juices starting to drip from her cunt. I’m going to enjoy licking every drop. I’m sure Porter will, too.

“Already started without me, I see.” Porter sidles up. The tracker we have on her phone went off as we’d been heading home from work, so we knew she had left the house. We both made a beeline for her. I got here just as she was walking out of the store.

“Oh, I’m just getting her nice and juicy for you.” I turn her a little, and I feel Sabrina lick my hand.

“Open your legs wider for him like the good little slut you are. You asked for that the second your ass walked out of that house, and now you’re going to pay with your pussy.” She does as I tell her and widens her stance. Porter drops to his knees in front of her. I slip my hand out from between her legs and release the hand over her mouth and replace it with the hand that was just between her legs, coated with her juices

“I want you to smell what you’re giving Porter.” I feel her lick my hand again.

“Show it to me.” Porter’s voice is gruff now.

“Do it,” I push “Lift that dress for him. You’ll let him take whatever he wants from your cunt.” I feel her start to lift her dress, then I feel muffled moans against my hand as Porter eats at her pussy. I rub my cock against her.

When it gets to be too much, and when I know my cock isn’t able to take it anymore, I unbuckle my belt and free myself. I press the head of my cock against her ass checks and start to jerk off right in her crack.

When a loud cry comes from behind my hand as the orgasm takes her, I pull her back from Porter and flip her around, pressing her back against her SUV door. I finish jacking off on her pussy. Warm, thick jets spurt from my cock, coating her bare pussy. I use the head of my cock to rub it all around. She jumps each time my cock head touches her clit.

I feel Porter pull at my shoulder, making me step back, and he takes my spot and marks her himself.

Then he takes her mouth in a deep kiss.

“I missed you, baby,” he says. I step closer, leaning in and taking a kiss for myself.

Porter rights her dress, and I bend down to pick up her panties and the bag she’d dropped.

“You want to tell us what was so important you had to run out at night to get?” I ask, still not happy that she went out past dark and parked off to the side of the store. She knows better. To top it off, she’s wearing one of her little sundresses. She’s only allowed to wear them at home. Shit’s way too short for any place.

She bites her lips and looks down, but Porter puts his finger under her chin and lifts her head.

“I got excited.” We both just look at her, not knowing what she’s talking about. “I mean, I was going over my calendar and I realized…” She stops, and Porter looks over at me like I know what she’s trying to say.

Her eyes go to the bag in my hand. I open it and see an open box inside. I reach in and grab it. It’s an empty pregnancy test box. I stare at her. Porter does too when he realizes what I’m holding. That’s when I see the stick in her hand. She must have taken it in the store.

She holds it up.

“I’m pregnant.”

Porter cups her face, taking her mouth in a deep kiss.

Fuck yes.

We’re going to spend all night worshiping her little body in celebration. Who am I kidding? We do that every fucking day.

D
amon
, Remy, and Kellan have had their eyes on Leila from the day she started working at their law firm. 

Leila's been playing hard to get, and they're not having it. It's the night of the company Christmas party, and they've decided to take matters into their own hands. 

Obsession has taken over, and forcing Leila to accept the three of them is the only way to get what they desire. 

W
ARNING
: This book contains forced submission and dubious consent. These themes aren't for everyone, so proceed with caution. If you like your smut at the edge of safe, this filthy story has your name on it!

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opyright
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F
or Belle
… You dirty, dirty girl.

For Sir… May you never get her clean.

I
lean back
in my chair, my cock already throbbing with anticipation of what’s to come. I’m not sure how I made it through the office Christmas party knowing what’s about to happen. I’ve got a fertile little surprise waiting just down the hall. It’s what we’ve all wanted, and I’m going to pull the trigger on it. We aren’t getting any younger, and I’m sick of her fighting it. Might as well take what we want now.

She’s been ours since she strutted her lush ass into our office and applied for the secretary position. It was all too perfect. Kellan, Remy, and I have been together since high school. Busted our asses to get through law school, and now the three of us have one of the most successful law firms in Seattle. We run it together just like we do everything. She’ll be no exception to that.

All three of us came from nothing and made our own little family. I knew the day she walked in here she’d be it for the three of us. There was no going back from that moment. But our feisty little firecracker wasn’t so easy to tame—all that red hair, that creamy porcelain skin, and those big green eyes. We knew she’d be a handful, but we were more than willing to take on the challenge if it kept her bound to us for life. Taking our cocks deep inside her cunt every night as we filled her with our babies. Yeah. It might one hell of a fight, but we’d be getting what we wanted one way or another. We didn't care what the cost was. If we had to buy a fucking remote island out in the middle of nowhere so she couldn't escape us, we would.

We have demanding jobs, and we always knew the woman we’d take to be ours, the woman who would bear our children, would be well cared for in the manner we saw fit. Along with three sets of hands to make sure that she’d never want for everything. That was even more crucial when the woman we picked to be ours is feisty. Leila needs a firm hand and will have to get used to us getting what we want. And what we want is her swollen with our children.

The thought makes cum leak from the tip of my cock. It doesn’t help that I know she’s spread-eagle and bound to a bed not far from where I’m sitting right now. It didn’t take much to get her there. After she helped set up the company Christmas party, I got her into the apartment we use when we all work too late and would rather just crash at the office.

I strapped her to the bed and cut the clothes from her body, firmly placing a gag into her mouth. No one knew as they danced to Christmas carols and celebrated the firm's best year to date that down the hall was a woman we’d be taking as ours tonight. Whether she wanted it or not.

A stab of guilt runs through me as I remember how I couldn’t control myself after I bound her to the bed and I saw her pussy on full display. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling my cock out and finding release, splashing onto her warm soft belly. All I could think about was what that same belly would look like when it was filled with our child. It only took two strokes before I was cumming all over it. I rubbed it in with my hand, wanting it to seep into her skin. I didn’t have the control to wait. Remy and Kellan should’ve been there, too, but I’m going to make it up to them right now. We’ll all have our turn with her until we can’t get another drop of our cum inside her.

“Where’s Leila?” Remy asks, sitting down next to me, Kellan following suit. Both of them stretch their legs out after standing most the night. That always seems to be the case when she isn’t with one of us. She controls our every thought. Who knew a curvy little redhead could so easily make three grown men obsessed with her? Because that’s what we are. Utterly obsessed. It would be a lie to say otherwise. Hell, the phone tracking and taps on her phone should have been a red fucking flag. But we didn’t care. As long as we knew where she was and what she was doing at all times, we felt no guilt about it. She’s ours.

I shoot back the rest of the whiskey in my tumbler before dropping it down onto the table with a hard thunk.

“It’s time.” Remy and Kellan look my way, wondering what I’m talking about.

“We’ve been at this for over ten years. I want what we talked about. I want to enjoy the fruits of our labor, and Leila’s going to give them to us.” I let the words hang in the air before I finish. “Now.”

“And how do you plan on making that happen? We can’t just make—” Kellan’s words cut off when I shoot him a hard look. He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Where is she?” He knows I’m not fucking around. Time’s up for Leila. She’ll be giving us what we want.

“I have a nice little Christmas present for us all. Not only that…she’s ovulating.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that,” Remy says as he adjusts himself.

“Where is she?” Kellan asks again as he stands up, undoing his tie and throwing it onto the table. He licks his lips, looking impatient. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. I’m with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to have her and bind her ass to us. No more games.”

“Fuck. She’s going to give us hell.” Remy stands, too, adjusting himself again and making it known that his body is up for her giving us hell. That’s going to be half the fun. As feisty as she can be, I can’t wait to shove my cock down her throat as she tries to tell me no. She’ll see then that it doesn’t matter anymore. You can’t tempt three men with something as sweet as her body and not give them what they want.

“We’ll take turns at first. Get her cunt good and ready for us before we all take her together.” Thinking about all of us taking turns rutting into her body, filling it with cum, turn after turn, almost has me cumming in my five thousand dollar suit. She’s going to be fucking covered in us by the time we’re done with her. We’ll keep her bound to that bed until her belly starts to swell if that’s what it takes.

“Fuck,” Kellan mutters, gripping his own cock through his pants. “Please tell me she’s fucking close. If not, I’m going to have to use the bathroom to rub one out before we head out. I’ll never make it.”

“I’m not that mean.” I smirk and stand from my chair. I pull my suit jacket off and throw it over my chair. “Follow me.”

We make our way out of the conference room, towards the door at the end of the hall. The Christmas lights still light up the offices and soft holiday carols are playing. The once-full building is now empty, everyone hurrying home to their families on Christmas Eve. We’re the only ones remaining, so no one will hear. No one will ever know.

I pull the key from my pocket and unlock the door, letting it swing wide open, revealing one very pissed off Christmas treat we’re about to devour.