Page 45 of Nowhere to Run

My throat tightened, pulse hammering against my skin.

“Y-yes, Sir,” I stammered, trembling under his gaze. “I’ll do anything you want.”

His erection pulsed, growing harder, his wicked smile spreading as he drank in my submission.

“Perfect answer,” he said, his voice full of dark satisfaction.

“But just in case you change your mind…”

Before I could react, his arm shot forward, looping the belt around my throat. He fastened it just tight enough to make its presence known, the weight and tension a silent threat with every breath I took.

“If you don’t obey,” he murmured, his voice soft but deadly, “this will remind you who’s in charge.”

He tugged the end of the belt just enough to restrict my air for a moment. Panic surged in my chest as I gasped for air, my vision dimming at the edges, before he loosened it again. My heart pounded as I stared at him, my eyes as wide as saucers.

“Take a deep breath,” he coached me, his tone calm but dripping with authority. “I’m just showing you what will happen if you disobey.”

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes as the belt remained in place, its weight a constant reminder of his dominance. The leather dug into my skin as my chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, my body trembling under the weight of his power.

“Good little whore,” he murmured, that sick, wicked smile returning to his face. “You’re learning to obey. To serve me.”

His gaze roamed over my trembling body as he stroked his cock, reaching for the lube again, spreading it all over his shaft, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re going to take me again, aren’t you?” he taunted, his voice dangerously low. “You’ll take every inch, anywhere I want.”

Rising to his knees, he pushed me down to a sitting position. Grabbing the base of his cock, he smacked it against my breasts, his dominance clear. His hand reached for the belt again and I winced, but he held it loosely in warning. With a calculated motion, he forced my head to tilt back, his gaze locking onto mine.

“Ride me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to see those tits bounce while you take my cock in your ass. Show me you can follow instructions. Otherwise…”

He gave the belt a small, deliberate tug, making his threat crystal clear.

“I can’t,” I said softly, my voice shaking. I looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

The thought of positioning myself like some porn star on his cock made my stomach twist. The belt around my neck barely registered anymore, I was too embarrassed, too humiliated. He could choke me all he wanted—I wasn’t going to be his… anal slut.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for another yank of the belt, but instead, I felt his hand softly graze my chin, bringing my face back to his.

“Look at me,” he said, his tone steady, almost coaxing. “You can do this.”

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, his words drawing me back into his control.

“You’ll do this to please me,” he murmured, his voice like a dark caress. “You’ll look so fucking hot on top of me, my dick burried deep in that tight ass.”

My lip quivered as his words penetrated my mind, making me feel cheap, like I was nothing more than his plaything.

“I’m not your fuck toy to do whatever you want with,” I said, a flicker of defiance creeping into my voice.

His gaze sharpened, the softness vanishing in an instant. He sat up straighter, pulling the belt taut around my neck, just enough to make me gasp for air. My hands flung to my neck, desperate to loosen the belt. But it was futile. Tears welled as my eyes pleaded for mercy.

“You are MINE,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, vibrating with raw authority. “That means you are my fuck toy. You’re anything I want you to be. And you will obey me.”

His grip tightened slightly as he leaned in close, whispering. “Unless you’d rather me use my belt on your ass, whipping you until you learn who owns you.”

My breaths came fast and shallow as I shook my head quickly. “N-no Sir,” I squeaked, the words rasping from my throat. “I’ll ride your cock.”

“Good girl,” he praised, though his tone was still razor-sharp. His gaze bore into mine, daring me to defy him again.

“Now get on that dick.”

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