The pot was rattling on the stove, water roiling, I hear it splash and sizzle. Coming around the corner of the kitchen I could see the pot boiling over. Frowning, I turned it down and gave it a quick stir.

I don’t need you to burn

I watched the water settle down to a simmer, moving just enough to stir the food in the pot.

Where is that jar?

Reaching into the cupboard next to the stove, I stretch up on to my tip toes and dig through my spice jars. Finding what I was looking for I step back and close the cupboard. My shoulders smart and my wrists boast fading marks. Subtle reminders of your touch.

How did I get here? I ponder, absent-mindedly rubbing my wrists. You were just a stranger a few months ago. And now you have made it your mission in life to own every ounce of me. Body, mind and soul. You have said as much. Even went as far as suggesting that you had decided that I was not going to be just a toy for you the first night we met.

You made it your mission to own me.

To dominant, overwhelm and overpower me.

And you executed your campaign with glee, relishing every whimper and moan you elicited from me.

You broke me that very first night. When your ties cut my wrists and you claimed me as yours. The night you were no longer a stranger and I was no longer free. And you have reminded me every night since that I am yours.

Yours

As I watched the noodles soften in the gentle bubbling of the water I realize that I had softened for you as well. Previously hard, it would have been easy to shatter me had you applied enough pressure, but you brought me to a boil and left me to simmer, and your patience was rewarded.

Rubbing my wrists, my mind wanders back to last night.

Bound to the ties you installed in my wall, arms pulled above my head, I bore the brunt of your anger. You were displeased, I had disobeyed you. My head was spinning. The leather leaving deep, throbbing marks on my back and the paddle raising burning welts on my ass. I was reminded again, and again that you were in control. That you made the decisions, that I, am simply to obey.

When I could bear no more, when my skin blossomed a rainbow of blues, purples and reds, when I was limp in your binds and your skin shone with a sheen of sweat, only then did you take me. Pressed against the wall, bound still with no escape and no fight left in me, you took me. One hand wrapped around my throat and the other bracing me against you.

Your breath hot on my neck, I can feel the sweat on your chest as you press against my back, your cock sliding between my wet lips, caressing my clit with the head, precum coating my cunt. I whimper.

Pressing against the opening of my cunt, you throb and grip me tightly. The velvety smooth skin of you rubbing against me elicits a shiver from me.

The last bit of my fight bubbles up and I struggle against you, trying to free myself, my last bit of fear, my final display of defiance against you. With a deep and angry growl you split me in two, burying your cock to the hilt within me. I cry out against the force of your hand on my throat.

“No!” The word is stopped before it even finishes leaving my mouth by another powerful thrust, turning my protest into pleasure.

“Yes” you whisper to me.

A gasp catches in my throat.

Keeping me impaled on you, your lips graze my neck and tickle my edge of my ear. You loosen your grip just enough to allow me to answer you.

“Don’t you ever tell me no again.” I shrunk away from you a little at the way you said it. I could feel your rage teeming at the edge, ready to boil over. “Do you understand!?” You snarl at me.

I whimper and shudder in response to your question, “yes Sir.”

You throb inside of me, my pussy grasping back, pulling you deeper as a groan escapes your lips and you sink further in.

“Good girl.” You murmur, releasing the vice grip you have on my neck. I gasp, blood rushing back to my head.

The wall is rough against my breasts, each thrust slams me into the wall and rubs my already raw nipples. I can feel your cock starting to swell, your breaths becoming ragged with you impending orgasm as you fuck me harder and deeper than you ever have.

“Sir” I say, moaning, “Sir, please.” You draw your cock out slowly, savoring every inch of me gliding along your shaft until just the tip of your cock is nestled against my cunt, poised, ready to slam back into me.

“Please”

“Please what, girl?” You growl.

“Please Sir, please get a condom, please don’t cum in me.” I turn my head to look at you. “Sir?”

An awful, wicked, grin crosses your face. “No.” With the answer comes another powerful stroke, rocking me into the wall. And another.

“Please!”

“I know you have been off your birth control.”

What you said sinks in and the horrifying realization of what you are trying to do finally comes to me.

You are trying to get me pregnant.

I panic and start pushing away, pulling at my ties, trying to get away from you.

“No! No! I don’t want a baby! Please don’t do this! Please!” A tear trickles down my face.

This is not what I wanted. This, was not discussed. You had been using condoms since I told you I needed to come off of my birth control before switching to something else. You know that I’m not ready for that. You know that I am still holding back, that I have not given myself completely to you. That I won’t give this part of myself to you yet.

“Please” I cry.

“No.” Your thrusts are coming faster and harder. I feel the oh so familiar sensation of my body betraying me. My abdomen slowly contracting, my coil winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. “I am going to cum in this little pussy.” You growl between grunts. “You are mine and you will learn that tonight.” Slowing down you groan, resting your head against mine.

“My perfect little slut, you are such a good girl for me.” You run your hand over my breasts, and down to the valley between my thighs. I buck in response to your fingers grazing over my clit and I know I can not refuse you much longer.

You roll my clit between your fingers, drawing a shudder from me, your pace increases again, you hand gripping me tighter with each thrust. I feel myself teetering on the edge, and you swell in response.

“Please no” I whimper, teetering on the brink of the abyss.

Then you say it.

“I am going to breed you.”

My world shatters as an orgasm rips through me. You slam into me, exploding, I feel it fill me, my cunt squeezing your cock, milking every drop out as you roar.

I am sagging in my bonds and you lean against me, breath ragged from the force of your orgasm. As your hands, once so crass and painful, gently slip up my arms and undo the ties that bind me, I collapse into you. Tears trickling from my eyes as your seed drips from me, I faded into the darkness.

Fuck, Dinner.

Turning myself back to the task at hand, I jump as I feel your touch.

“You do know that you belong to me correct?”

It’s like you materialized from thin air, I hadn’t even heard you come in.

You spin me around and pin me to the kitchen island, kicking my feet apart as you pull my skirt down. You hand lands with a crack on my already soaked cunt. I can feel you smile, you already know what I was thinking about to make me that wet.

Grabbing me by the hair, you pull my head back and force me to arch my back. Then you whisper in my ear “I’m going to empty myself in you again, just like I did last night.” You slide your cock into me, my wetness accommodates your girth easily. I groan, it is always so much when you fuck me, but today you feel even  bigger than normal. I am on my tiptoes, back arched, head pulled backwards, barely keeping my composure from your sheer size that fills me.

You fuck me with a feverish frenzy, thrusting into me as deep as you possibly can, and when you finally cum, you pull me onto you even farther, and I can feel the head of your cock pressing against my womb as you empty every drop of your seed into me.

After dinner we sit.

Fingers running through my hair, I knelt at your feet.

Your words echoed in my head. I couldn’t process what you had just said.

“You are mine.” Continuing what you were saying, fingers still stroking my hair. You know this is not an easy decision for me to accept.

“And mine means all of you. Mind, body and heart. But, especially your body.” I just listened, slowly digesting your words.

“I am going to breed you.”

My stomach clenched at his words. This was not what I wanted. I did not want to be the happy homemaker. I am excelling in my career and had neither the time or desire to raise a child.

“Do you understand girl?”

I nod, not lifting my head from his leg where it rested.

His gentle fingers curled in my hair, drawing my head up until I was looking at him.

“Do not test me little girl. You know full well that I get what I want. And what I want, is you, pregnant, marked, mine.”

My eyes meet your deep blue ones, it is as if you peer into my very being when you look at me like that. Breaking eye contact, I look at the ground, I can never maintain eye contact for long, particularly when you look at me like you are now. Hungry, possessive, as if you will swallow my very soul.

Releasing me you stand and lean down to deliver a sweet kiss to the top of my head.

“You are such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you Sir.”

Maybe I am not the only one that has softened with time.

I stay kneeling in front of his chair as I listen to his fading footsteps and the click of the front door closing. My mind focusing on the trickle of his seed on my inner thigh, and the warmth in my womb, I know it won’t be long before I bear his child, and his mark, forever.