Chapter 6 Owned

• “Here. Cover yourself it’s getting cold”
• Her eyes flicked down.
• It was his jacket.
• The same jacket he’d worn when he killed a man.
• She could still see the faint smear of blood on the inside seam.
• She didn’t move.
• Couldn’t.
• Her body was still wrecked…ravaged by the orgasm he’d torn out of her with nothing but fingers and cruelty. Her nipples were hard and glistening. Her thighs were soaked. Her cunt pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, fluttering from emptiness and overstimulation.
• And now he wanted her to wear him?
• He didn’t even look at her. He didn’t have to.
• He drove.
• Silent. Casual. One hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on the gun between them, like it belonged there more than she did.
• Her hands twitched. Hesitated. Then finally, obediently, she pulled the jacket on. It swallowed her whole.
• It reeked of him.
• Of owning her.
• She flinched when his hand moved again.
• Slow. Steady.
• Back to her thigh.
• Just like that.
• Like nothing had happened.
• Like the way he made her scream minutes ago didn’t matter. Like her orgasm had earned him the right to touch her forever.
• His thumb dragged a slow circle just above her knee. Hypnotic. Casual. Like it was his thigh. His seat. His girl.
• Her legs clamped shut.
• Too late.
• His hand slid higher.
• She gasped and grabbed his wrist with trembling fingers.
• He stopped.
• Didn’t pull away.
• “Good girl.”
• She couldn’t breathe.
• “You want me to stop?”
• She nodded. Barely.
• His head tilted, like he was amused.
• “Your cunt doesn’t.”
• Her face burned. Her eyes stung. Her pussy clenched hard enough to make her arch into the seat.
• “P-please…sir…”
• That word again.
• Sir.
• His cock twitched.
• His nostrils flared.
• He leaned in, voice brushing her skin like breath soaked in gasoline.
• “You said ‘please’ like a good girl.”
• His lips touched the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked it.
• “But good girls don’t soak the seat when they’re scared.”
• Her breath cracked in her throat. Her hips twitched. Her mind screamed no, but her body begged for more.
• His fingers slid up.
• Higher.
• Past her trembling thigh, up toward the heat between her legs.
• She whimpered. Clamped her thighs.
• He growled.
• “Open.”
• “N-no…”
• “I said open.”
• His hand shoved between her knees and forced them apart. His strength wasn’t human. It wasn’t even kind. It was ownership. Brutal and certain and absolute.
• The jacket rode up her thighs, exposing her again.
• From the mess he’d already made of her.
• “Still wet,” he said, dragging his fingers up the inside of her thigh.
• “Still throbbing.”
• She cried out.
• “Please…don’t look at me…”
• “Why not?”
• His voice was almost gentle.
• “You’re the prettiest fuck toy I’ve ever seen.”
• He didn’t even touch her pussy.
• He just looked.
• “Your pussy’s begging me again,” he whispered. “And I haven’t even touched it yet”
• She shook her head.
• “I should bury my face in this sloppy little hole,” he muttered. “Lick every drop you drip until your legs shake so hard I have to strap them down.”
• Her hips jerked.
• Her eyes squeezed shut.
• “I should make you scream into the dashboard while I tongue-fuck you until you pass out.”
• She moaned.
• Choked on it.
• “I should ruin your clit with my mouth.”
• She sobbed. Trembled.
• “But I won’t.”
• Silence.
• Silence so thick it punched through her.
• “…what?” she whimpered.
• “I’m not giving you what you want.”
• Her mouth fell open.
• Her legs moved before she could stop them…rubbing together, cunt fluttering. Her hips twitched upward like they could find friction on their own.
• “P-please,” she gasped.
• His lips pressed to her ear again.
• “No.”
• He brushed her slit through the fabric with two fingers. Didn’t press. Didn’t rub.
• Just hovered.
• “Not until you beg like a filthy little fuck doll.”
• She sobbed.
• “I didn’t mean to come…”
• “Your cunt did.”
• He shoved two fingers into her mouth before she could protest.
• “Suck.”
• She hesitated.
• He grabbed her throat with his other hand and squeezed. Tight.
• “Suck.”
• Her lips wrapped around his fingers. Saliva coated them immediately. Her tongue licked helplessly as tears burned down her cheeks.
• He moaned.
• “You look so good like this.”
• His cock throbbed in his jeans.
• “Mouth full. Cunt leaking. Mind gone.”
• He pulled his fingers free.
• Slapped them against her clit.
• Once.
• She screamed.
• He smirked.
• “Do you want more?”
• “Yes…yes, please, I…”
• He slapped her clit again.
• She moaned. Loud.
• He unzipped his jeans. Let his cock spring free. Hard. Thick. So fucking veiny it looked like it could snap her in half.
• She stared.
• He grabbed her hair.
• “Open your mouth.”
• She hesitated.
• He yanked.
• “Now.”
• Her mouth opened.
• He dragged his cock over her lips.
• Didn’t slide in.
• Just rubbed it there.
• Smearing precum all over her mouth like lip gloss.
• “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he growled.
• “You’re not in control.”
• He didn’t fuck her mouth.
• He didn’t even push in.
• He just smeared the filth of him across her lips.
• “You beg now.”
• She whimpered.
• “Beg for what?”
• He tapped her lips with the tip of his cock.
• “Beg to be teased.”
• She shook her head, humiliated beyond reason.
• “Say it.”
• “…Please tease me, sir.”
• “Say it like you’re fucking desperate.”
• She gasped. Shuddered.
• “…Please tease me. Please make me ache.”
• He smiled.
• And did just that.
• He made her ache.
• For hours.
• He didn’t move fast.
• He used his tongue.
• He licked the inside of her thigh…slow, wet, filthy.
• Stopped before her slit.
• Again.
• And again.
• And again.
• He licked around her. Over her. Near her.
• Her cunt wept.
• Her clit throbbed like a scream.
• He sucked on the skin beside her folds just to hear her sob.
• He dragged his teeth along her hip bone. Bit her.
• Spat on her clit without touching it.
• She convulsed.
• Moaned.
• Screamed.
• Begged.
• He didn’t stop.
• Didn’t fuck her.
• Didn’t give her release.
• Not once.
• Just endless filth.
• Relentless denial.
• Nonstop humiliation.
• “You smell like addiction.”
• He whispered it between licks.
• “Like filth. Like shame. Like you need to be ruined for hours.”
• She begged.
• Cried.
• Twitched.
• Grinded.
• He never gave her more than a flick.
• A brush.
• A kiss near it.
• Sometimes, just a breath.
• Her orgasm climbed. Teetered. Dangled.
• And he always…always…pulled away.
• “I want your brain to melt,” he said. “I want you to beg me to end your suffering.”
• And she did.
• Eventually, she did.
• And it wasn’t enough.
• She couldn’t think anymore.
• Her brain was gone. Her body was soaked. Her thighs were trembling like they’d forgotten how to exist. She couldn’t keep her legs open, but she couldn’t close them either.
• She was spread wide on the seat, slumped against the door, held together by his jacket, his voice, and his control.
• He hadn’t fucked her.
• He hadn’t even licked her properly.
• And yet she was ruined.
• “Look at you,” he murmured, dragging the flat of his tongue down the inside of her thigh. “Fucking wrecked. And I haven’t even touched you where you want it.”
• “P-please…” she sobbed. “Please, sir…”
• “Please what?”
• “Please touch it… please use your fingers… I can’t take it…”
• He gripped her face so hard, she choked on the sound.
• “You don’t get to tell me what you want.”
• He squeezed until her jaw popped, until her eyes watered again.
• “You beg. You suffer. You fucking ache…and maybe I’ll brush that greedy little clit once more.”
• He released her and spat directly between her legs. The warm slickness dripped down, coating her cunt, mixing with the slick already pouring out of her.
• Then he blew.
• A hot exhale across her drenched, swollen folds.
• She screamed.
• Her hips lifted off the seat like she was being possessed.
• He laughed.
• Her juices had soaked through her ruined jeans. Her clit was visibly twitching.
• “I can see it pulsing,” he whispered. “Fucking desperate.”
• His fingers skimmed her lips. Not inside. Not even pressure. Just a feather-light drag across the surface, like he was memorizing her shape.
• She almost came from it.
• “No…no..please don’t stop,” she whimpered.
• He did.
• He pulled his hand away like she was diseased.
• Then slapped the inside of her thigh so hard it echoed.
• She jerked.
• “You don’t come until I say you come.”
• She nodded, sobbing. “I won’t…please…I won’t…just touch me again…”
• He pinched her clit through the fabric. Sharp. Brutal. Cruel.
• She screamed.
• Her legs bucked.
• He shoved them open again and pressed his mouth to her inner thigh, sucking, biting, marking her until bruises bloomed like ink stains.
• “You feel that?” he hissed. “That ache inside you? That’s mine.”
• Her pussy was glistening. Spread. Fluttering.
• He stared at it like it was a fucking trophy.
• “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered. “You’re drooling. You’re fucking sobbing from how empty you are.”
• Her cunt clenched.
• Air. On her clit. On her lips.
• No touch.
• Not yet.
• “I should ruin you,” he said. “I should make you cum until you pass out.”
• She gasped. “Yes. Please. Please…”
• “But I won’t.”
• He gripped her throat again, tilting her face toward him.
• “You’re not allowed to cum yet. Not until I tell you what you are.”
• He dragged two fingers along her slit, dipped between the folds just barely, until they were coated in her slick.
• Then he smeared it across her lips.
• “Open.”
• She obeyed.
• “Taste yourself. That’s the flavor of a fuck toy in heat.”
• She gagged.
• He didn’t pull out.
• He pushed deeper.
• He pulled back.
• And slapped her pussy.
• Once.
• Twice.
• Again.
• Each time her hips flew off the seat.
• Each time she begged.
• Each time her eyes rolled.
• But he never gave her the orgasm.
• He just teased.
• Her cunt twitched uncontrollably.
• “Beg again,” he whispered.
• “…Please. Please let me cum. Please touch it. Please do anything. I’ll do anything, sir..please..I’ll crawl..I’ll spread..I’ll choke..I’ll fucking worship your cock..”
• He pressed his forehead to hers.
• “Not good enough.”
• He flicked her clit once more.
• That was it.
• Her entire body jerked.
• Her vision went white.
• Her orgasm rose and then
• He pulled away.
• Let her drop.
• Sobbing.
• Shaking.
• Sweat dripped from her skin.
• Her cunt gushed another wave of slick that soaked her thighs. Her mouth opened to beg again but only a broken moan came out.
• He laughed softly.
• Cruelly.
• “You’re going to pass out from being denied.”
• She couldn’t answer.
• Her body twitched.
• Her hips kept rolling, desperate for friction. Her clit was purple, swollen, raw.
• He leaned in. Kissed her forehead.
• “Say it,” he whispered.
• “…Say what?”
• “Say you’re mine.”
• Her lips trembled.
• “…I’m yours.”
• He kissed her again. Lower. Down to her lips. Her throat. Her shoulder.
• Then lower.
• He licked her clit once.
• Her scream shattered the silence.
• And she passed out.
• Right there.
• In his jacket.
• Unfucked.
• Unfinished.
• Unclaimed.
• And completely destroyed.