I've wanted her ass for as long as I can remember. The way it shimmies in the dresses on the set. The way she shows off her legs and teases everyone with the tight skirts. Sure, she's married, but I'm certain that tight, puckered hole has never had a cock buried deep inside of it.

It will. It will forever. My cock will be deep in her ass.

The cab of the truck grows quiet as I let her think about my promises, as she reflects on our new relationship, and as I let her contemplate how things have changed. My plans may be unconventional, but the conventional hasn’t worked. She’s ignored me for long enough—treated me like I didn’t exist. This is our future.

I steal a glance her way. The thick makeup from the set is stained from her mascara tears. She’s mulling over my threats and promises. I can sense it in the way she stares out at the narrow strip of light illuminating the direction we’re headed. She has to know that she can’t stop us now.

I don't force Erika to answer, to tell me that I can take her everywhere, because when Erika tells me that her ass is mine, I want her to mean it. I want her to beg me to fuck her, hard and raw. She's going to beg for it, and when she does, she’ll be mine to have.

“Where are you taking me?” Erika finally asks.

“Oh, kitten, I'm taking you to a remote place where no one will hear you scream.”

“Please, Vic—Sir,” she quickly corrects. “Please, take me home. We can forget this ever happened. I won't say a word—”

“You’re right. You won't say a word unless I let you.”

Her head moves from side to side as she turns toward the window. With time, her self-righteous posture bends to the inevitable. From her body language, she’s telling me that she’s accepted her fate. I just don’t know how that translates to her actions.

It takes another thirty minutes, but finally I turn off the country road onto a lane of gravel under a canopy of trees. The cabin is at least half a mile from the main road—main being a relative term. It’s far enough back that with the trees, unless you knew it was there, you'd never find it.

I'd been here the day before, preparing for our arrival.

Ms. Erika Ellis may have delayed our road trip, but she couldn't have escaped her fate if she'd tried.

I pull the truck alongside the rustic old cabin and turn toward Erika. “Welcome to your new home.”

She doesn't move as I open my door. When I reach her side of the truck to open her door, she remains perfectly still. “Come now, kitten, I don't think I've ever seen you speechless.”

“Please, V—Sir, please don't make me go in there. This will change everything. Take me back to town before this goes too far.”

I offer her my hand as if we're about to dance, and in a way, we are. “Yes, kitten, this will change everything. When this is done, you'll know you’re mine—forever.”

Her hand trembles as she places it in mine. It's small enough that I wrap my fingers totally around it, encasing it, keeping it and her for me. She looks down as the soft summer breeze blows against her exposed tits.

“That's right. Look at your hard nipples. You may be saying you don't want to go in there, but your body is saying you do.”

She doesn't respond.

As soon as we're inside, I plan to remove all of her clothes. Not only her tits but her body—her entire body—will be at my disposal the whole time. Her steps are small, unsure, a complete contrast to how she usually prances around. I've watched her at the station, moving around the city, and even in her apartment. This uncertainty is new and hotter than I imagined.

I open the front door, lead her inside, and hit the light switch. Thankfully, I'd turned on the generator the day before. The air is cooled, but not too cold, and the large main room floods with light.

Erika stalls, her mouth opening as her feet forget to move. “No. Please.” Her words are meant for me, but her eyes are too busy scanning the room. It isn't the small kitchen area or table that has her attention. It's the St. Andrew's cross secured against one wall, a bondage table nearby, and an elaborate hook and chain suspended from a ceiling beam. Below the suspended chain are two large rings set in the concrete floor and connected to ankle cuffs.

Near the cross on one wall is an armoire. She doesn’t know what it contains, but I know that it’s filled with every toy and accessory imaginable. Next to it, in plain sight hanging on the wall, is an assortment of whips, crops, paddles, floggers, and canes. I know she isn't ready for all of this, and I'd considered putting it away, but I couldn't resist seeing her reaction.

She barely blinks as she takes it all in. And then her body remembers how to move as she turns slowly toward the large four-poster bed already adorned with wrist and ankle cuffs.

Erika swallows as her lip disappears behind her teeth, and the pink leaves her cheeks. Her grip upon my hand tightens.

I pull her close and menacingly whisper near her ear. “I know your fantasies.”

She shakes her head.

“What did I say about lying?”

“I've never said...” She can't seem to take her eyes off everything.

“I've seen your Kindle account. I know what you like to read. Your Tumblr account. I know what videos you watch.” My smile broadens as I take a step back and release her hand. “You're a dirty slut. Those books and videos make you hot, so hot you’ve gotten yourself off. You think I don’t know. I do. I know that you want to be treated like my property, and that’s convenient because that’s what you are. You are mine—no one else’s. Mine.”

Her gaze falls to the floor as she bites her lower lip. “I do read and watch. That doesn’t mean that I want to live...”

I have no desire to debate this with her. “Take off your clothes, everything.”

I step back to the outside door and latch it. “I'm locking the door to keep us safe inside and to keep us from being interrupted, not because I'm worried about you running. You know how long we drove to get here. Tell me, kitten, do you think you can run away?”

“N-no, Sir,” she says, fumbling with her torn dress.

“That's good because if you did and I caught you, I'd punish you until you couldn't sit or stand, and then I'd fuck you in every way possible. Is that what you want?”

The dark river of tears is once again flowing. “N-no. S-sir.”

Her words are separated by soft cries. I resist the urge to lick the salty liquid from her cheeks. It isn’t that I don’t want to taste her fear, but that I honestly worry that if I supply any more stimuli, it might send her over the edge. This is a bold new world, and my kitten is barely keeping up.

Once her clothes and shoes are off, I begin her education. Lesson number one: follow directions. I point to the large circle in the beam and the chain hanging from it. “Remember those shoes you were supposed to bring?”

She only nods.

I look down at her bare feet and shake my head. “Your toes are going to get tired.”

Her expression blanks until she comprehends my meaning. She understands that binding her from that chain with only her toes touching the floor would have been easier with the four-inch red heels I told her to bring. “P-please...I didn’t know...how could I know...?” Her words trail away as her shoulders drop. Her body is telling me that she realizes there's nothing she can beg for. Everything is at my discretion.

“You don’t need to know. You need to trust, obey, and submit.” When she doesn’t respond, I point to the floor. “Kneel.”

Her eyes dart to the St. Andrew's cross as her chest heaves and she falls to her knees.

“Good girl,” I praise as I walk closer. “Eyes down, always down.” I tilt her head forward. “I want that ridiculous makeup gone, but first, I made you a promise.” I unsnap my jeans and sigh. The relief at freeing my hard, throbbing cock is overwhelming. Having Erika Ellis naked on her knees has been my fantasy, and it's now my reality.

When she looks up through her lashes, seeing me stroking my cock, she gasps. “No.” Her one word is laced with a familiar smugness in her tone. She lifts her chin. “You can't make me. I'll bite it off. I swear I will. This is ridiculous. I'm not sucking you like this.”

“Kitten,” I purr, stroking her hair and tilting her eyes back down. “I never said you were. I said I was going to fuck your mouth.”

She starts to stand when I push her back to the floor. “Do not move without my permission. Eyes down.”

I wait until she sinks again to her knees and bows her head before I walk over to the armoire, the one I thoroughly stocked the day before. While I would like her to willingly submit, I have to admit that her fire is erotic. It always has been. Searching through the toys, I find wrist cuffs and a spider gag, items I thought I might need.

Still fully dressed, minus my unbuttoned jeans and pulled-down boxers, my cock hard and pointed toward the sky, I take my choice of toys back to my kitten. Walking around behind her I say, “Put your hands behind your back.”

“Vic—”

I wrench her head back again by her hair.

“Sir...p-please,” she rephrases with more tears.

She doesn't say more as I release her hair, bend, and lick away her tears. “Hands behind your back.”

Her shoulders sag as she complies. The cuffs are lined with sheep's wool and won't hurt her or her skin, no matter how hard she pulls. The buckles keep the cuffs tight and her wrists together. “Lift your head.”

It's then she sees the gag and her blue eyes fill with unbridled fear. It’s a more beautiful sight than I ever imagined.

“What's that?”

I pet her hair. “I told you, it’s not your place to understand or question. It’s your place to trust my word. I said I was going to fuck that smart mouth. That’s what I’m going to do. I'm not taking the chance on you biting me.”

She shakes her head. “No, please. I don’t want that thing. I won't bite. I won't.”

“Open your mouth, kitten. I've imagined this between your sweet lips.”

When she holds her lips together, I pinch her nose. It only takes a few seconds for her to gasp for air. When she does, I slide the metal gag between her teeth. “Don't fight it. I don't want to hurt you.”

Her eyes widen as I attach the gag to an elastic band that secures around her head. The gag has a ratchet-like lever, and click by click, her mouth opens until she moans. “Oh, kitten, that's perfect. Now you're going to let me fuck that pretty mouth. Agree, or I'll open it wider.”

Quickly she nods her agreement.

I smile as she tries unsuccessfully to talk. The gag holds her tongue in a way that makes her words only sounds—erotic and frantic sounds—encouraging me to fuck her mouth.

“That's it. Don't worry. I'm going to do it. You don't need to beg.” After a few more strokes as my balls tighten in anticipation, I plunge my dick between her pried-open lips. It's not the same as it would be to have her lips closed around me, but the ring creates friction and her mouth radiates warmth. I wrap my hands in her hair and thrust. With each plunge, I push deeper as my tight balls bounce off her chin. In and out, until the sound of her gagging pushes me over the edge.

Instead of coming in her mouth, I pull back. One more stroke. I grasp her hair with my other hand, keeping her in place as stream after stream of my sticky white cum rains over her. She closes her eyes and attempts to turn away as it shoots in her opened mouth, her hair, and down her tits. When I release her hair, my kitten's head falls forward, my cum combining with her drool dripping from her chin.

She's so fucking sexy like this. It's not the Erika the viewers see.

Knowing that I'm seeing a side of her that no one else does keeps my dick hard. I lift her by the arm until she's standing and back her, step by step, toward the bed. She still can't talk, but by the tenseness in her muscles, I can sense that she's fighting to look at me, glare at me, even yell at me, but at the same time, the submissive part of her, the part she's hidden away, wants to be obedient and keep her eyes downcast.

Her internal struggle is like a shot of Viagra to my bloodstream.