Tonight, I’d taken her down in her front hallway, before she’d even gotten all the way in the front door. No time to run, no time to fight back, and I’d blindfolded her before she could see it was me. I’d parked the Snot Box in her garage so she didn’t even realize I was there. As far as she knew, I’d decided to stay home at the dorm tonight to sleep while she took Owen out for dinner and a movie before she dropped him off at our dorm.
I left a note for Owen that one of my buddies from the Army had been admitted to Haley, and I went over to visit him, which would buy me most of the night. I didn’t want to text him both because I didn’t want a time-stamp on when I left, and I didn’t want him tipping off Susa that I had gone out.
Before she realized what was going on, I had her stripped, bound, gagged with her own panties, wrapped in a blanket, carried her out to the garage, and roughly dumped her into the back hatch of the Snot Box. I did all this without saying a single word to her. I even took a shower before I came over and used a different soap than I’d ever used in hopes of throwing her off a little and getting her to safeword because she doesn’t know it’s me and she’s genuinely freaked out.
Then I drove around for about twenty minutes, because I wanted to disorient her. I returned to her subdivision from a different street so she wouldn’t recognize the turns, backed into the garage, and hauled her out of the back hatch.
The whole time she sobbed, cried, begged, sounded terrorized.
But she never safeworded.
Meaning no matter how scared she is, she’s still assuming it’s me.
Meanwhile, that whole time, I spent it with a grin on my face and a cock that could cut through concrete.
I actually carry her through the living room first and make a few turns to disorient her even further. As much as she’s been crying, I doubt she can smell anything right now to know she’s in her own home. Taking her into the spare bedroom and dumping her onto a sheet I’ve spread out on the floor will likely confuse her even more.
It’ll be fucking hell on me and my body later, but I’ve worked on this plan in my head for a week.
I drop my voice, disguise it. “Got a party planned for Daddy’s little princess,” I growl. “Found several guys who are going to breed that cunt and ass of yours until you can’t walk.”
I’ll admit pain from the exertion of the takedown and carrying her to and from the car has softened my cock a little by the time I finally got her in the bedroom and unwrapped her. I was already hurting, but the way she starts to struggle and scream again fires me up. Obviously I don’t have the stamina or loads of cum a gangbang’s participants would.
But they do make strap-ons with swappable dicks, and I’ve been shopping online.
The first one’s all me—with a condom, thank you very much—up her ass. I even give her the courtesy of finger-fucking her ass with two lubed fingers, but the fucking I give her is hard, brutal, and has her crying again.
By the time I’ve fucked her pussy with the fourth and last—and largest—fake dong, I’m nearly ready to drop from exhaustion. I’m also pretty sure she’s come at least five or six times just from the fucking and things I’m saying to her.
When I finally flop over on my side and am ready to admit defeat…
That’swhen she giggles.
Fuck.
I get as far as turning on the lamp and using a pair of bandage scissors to free her wrists. Then I flop over again and let her finish freeing herself. “You can rip the vet wrap that’s on your head. You don’t have to cut it.”
A minute later, she’s like a squirming, happy puppy, snuggled tightly against me and playfully flicking her fingers at the strap-on I’m still wearing, like she didn’t just spend the last hour begging for her freedom and for my mercy.
And now I’ve got fucking rug burn on one knee, because in the dark, I got off the sheet somehow.
Goddammit.Hopefully Owen won’t notice it.
She looks like she could run a goddamned marathon.
Hell, at this rate I know I’m going toneedOwen’s help to keep her satisfied. She’s going to fuck me to death.
“Hand me my phone, please, pet.” I point.
She grabs it and passes it over. I check the time—10:37. I sigh and set a timer to wake me at midnight. “Help me up, please.”
Jumping up, she offers me her hands and helps me to my feet.
She giggles again and flicks the dildo.
“Watch it,” I warn. “They don’t go soft.”
Susa bounces up on her toes to brush a kiss across my lips. “That wasamazing, Sir.”
