Page 8 of Claimed and Shamed

“ZETA TAU out of all of them?! Not only do I hate the idea of you rushing, but you literally could not have picked a worse sorority to join! Couldn’t you have chosen OUR sister sorority? Did you have to pick the sister sorority of THE ELITES?! What the actual fuck, Stevie?!” The more I say, the more heated I feel myself getting. My skin feels hot, as if I could melt ice the moment it touched me.

“It’s not like I chose that specific one, expressly. I didn’t even want to do it. Mel convinced me to go since she was going. I went mainly for moral support for her. I don’t understand why you’re so mad, what’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem?! You can’t do it. That’s the problem.”

“I can’t do it? What are you, my father?”

I realize that Stevie is starting to get angry, and her arms are folded over her chest; the chest I was about to tit fuck, before she told me her news.

“Sawyer would never let you rush, even if it wasn’t Zeta Tau, and you know that!” That comment is a bad idea. I feel another emotion creeping up along with the anger, it’s panic. I know that Tricia Mars is in Zeta Tau. If Stevie joins the same sorority, it will get out in no time that we’re fucking. I wouldn’t be able to go to the house, because everyone would tell Tricia they saw me leaving her room or walking down the hallway and Tricia would wonder what I was doing there.

Tricia is not the type to let things go. If she found out I was in her sorority house, she wouldn’t rest until she had discovered the reason. But, I didn’t want to tell Stevie that.

“There’s no way I’m letting you rush Zeta Tau, so you can be all buddy-buddy with fucking Henrik Olsen! He’s the son of my mother’s biggest political rival, you know? He’s always talking shit about my mother and saying she used to be a slut back in the day! I fucking hate him and I wish I could bash his smug little face in!” I punch a neighboring tree, desperately trying to release some of the anger I feel, because I really don’t want to direct it toward Stevie. It doesn’t seem to be working, though.

“Even without all of my gripes about Henrik, everyone on campus knows that drugs run in and out of both of those organizations! Why the fuck would you want to be associated with that mess?” When I turn back around, I expect her to be apologetic and to say she won’t rush Zeta Tau after all, but I find the complete opposite. Stevie is livid now.

“I’m not trying to get looped into your little drama feud with Henrik, nor am I trying to get mixed up in drugs. Let’s be honest, they are everywhere, not just those two organizations. Even if I did run into them more often at Zeta Tau, that doesn’t mean I am going to take them! I had fun at the rush event, if you must know! Aren’t I allowed a few minutes of good wholesome fun that isn’t sneaking around, fucking with you?”

“You don’t understand! You don’t know what rushing a sorority is like! There’s heavy drinking and drug use, and more. Fuck it, Stevie. Fucking other people is part of rushing! Especially the guys in the Elites! I refuse to let any of those guys touch you! YOU’RE MINE!” I growled the last two words in a tone I had never heard in my mouth before. I’ve also never felt anger like I am feeling now.

It is not meaningless anger either, it is a protective concern. Even putting my beef with Henrik aside, I know how dangerous it is for girls to rush.

“I really don’t get why the fuck you’re so bent out of shape about this!” Stevie almost shouts. “Besides, you can’t tell me what to do! We’re not fucking dating! It’s not as if you’re my boyfriend!”

“I may not be your boyfriend, but it’s my dick that’s fucking you almost every day, even multiple times a day, which means you are MINE. No one else's! I won’t let anyone else to even think about having you!”

“Prove it!” She’s challenging me and I know it. I’m not backing down. She is mine and I’m going to prove it to her.

I push her toward the ground and she falls into the dirt. I get down there with her and start yanking down her shorts, which are stretchy enough to not need unbuttoning. I don’t bother with her top. She knows what I want and she doesn’t stop me. I unzip my jeans and pull out my thick, hard cock. I grab both of her legs, hiking them up onto either side of my shoulders. I’m not surprised that I’m able to slide right into her. That argument has made her wetter than any foreplay I am able to provide. Clearly she loves it when I get angry with her.

“Damn, Stevie. You love pissing me off, don’t you? You just want to make me angry so I can fuck your brains out. You want me to be rough with you, and your body loves it.” I grip her thighs tightly against my chest, making her scoot her butt even closer to me. She wants it deeper. She is such a good, dirty, little slut, so I give her what she wants, slamming my rock hard dick into her hot, glistening pussy. Usually I start out slow, but this time, I immediately start pumping into her fast and hard. I don’t care if I cum quickly, this fuck is to prove a point.

Stevie is screaming in pleasure and I separate her legs, so I can lean over her to cover her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. You want us to get caught? Do you want to get filled? If we are caught, I won’t be able to finish.” I continue pounding into her relentlessly, making sure I’m slamming right against her cervix each time I go in deep. I want her to feel me inside her all day. I want her to be sore. Every time she walks, I want her to ache, remembering that this pussy is mine and mine alone.

I wrap her legs around my waist one at a time because I can’t trust her if I take my hand off her mouth, I don’t want us caught by some passerby. She uses her legs to force me in deeper every time I thrust forward and I feel myself about to bust.

“Shit! You’re going to make me cum, already. Do you want my cum deep in your pussy?” I growled low in her ear and she nods, tears of pleasure pooling in her eyes. I know I am not hurting her because she is moving her hips in perfect synchronization with mine. I explode in her, and I feel my cum coating my dick inside her as I continue to pump into her. I take my hand away from her mouth and a loud moan escapes her lips. I place both my hands on either side of her face and look right into my favorite blue eyes. I pump out the last bit of my cum and try to pull out of her, but Stevie’s legs stay wrapped around me tightly.

“More, please Hudson. I need more.” Hearing her beg for more, I feel my dick harden inside her again.

“Oh you want more? God, my princess. You want your pussy pumped full of my seed?” I flip her over onto her knees, lifting her ass into the air and pushing her face in the dirt. I start to move in her excruciatingly slowly, mostly because the tip of my dick is still a bit sensitive.

“Dirty filthy sluts deserve to be in the dirt, don’t they.”

I feel her nod under my hand and I grab her hair.

“Say it!”

“Yes! I’m a dirty slut.”

I grab her shoulders, moving more quickly as it starts to feel good again.

“Who’s a dirty slut?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer and instead I hear a symphony of muffled moans through her pursed lips.