Chapter 5 His Property 🔞

FULLY UNCENSORED, EXTREME DARK EROTICA - FILTHIER THAN PORN If you're not touching yourself by the end, I didn't do my job.

She didn't even notice the door slam.

Didn't register the sharp metallic click that followed, not until it echoed like a death sentence in her ears..cold, final, terrifying. It was the sound of a tomb sealing shut.

Her tomb. Dominic's palm clamped around the back of her neck like a beast gripping its prey. His fingers were steel, his grip unrelenting as he shoved her forward so hard she didn't have time to yelp.

Her bare chest smacked the leather seat. Cold. Sticky. The soaked denim of her jeans squelched beneath her ass like a sponge wrung out. She gasped, her nipples flattening against the chilled seat as her breath punched out of her lungs. Dominic didn't speak.

He didn't need to. He walked around the car with the same calm a predator had before devouring something it had already gutted. His dimples showed..those fucking dimples...as he opened the driver's door like this was a fucking Sunday picnic.

He wasn't angry. He was composed. Calculated. Cruel. And that was worse. Her body refused to move. Not because she didn't want to run, but because she couldn't.

Not after what he whispered. Not after he leaned into her ear in that alley and said, "If you don't stop fucking squirming, I'll bend you over this corpse and pump you full of cum until you cry for it." That voice. That promise. It paralyzed her.

The driver door creaked open. Click. The seatbelt whipped over her chest so hard it snapped against her wet skin like a lash. He buckled her in with an exhale, his hand casually sweeping over her chest, gripping her tit like it was a goddamn stress ball. She flinched.

He didn't. No words. Just the engine humming to life as he started to drive. Slow. Leisurely. One hand on the wheel. The other rested on the cold steel of the gun between them, his fingers brushing the barrel like it was more familiar than flesh. She shivered.

Her body was soaked. Her clothes clung to her like second skin. The fabric made her feel naked, ashamed, dripping with more than just rain. She tried to find her voice.

Tried to beg again. But it had snapped in half the moment he growled, "I will fuck you right here in the rain." That sentence hadn't just broken her. It had branded her.

"You're thinking too loud." His voice sliced through the silence. She jumped like she'd been electrocuted. "I...I wasn't..."

"You were." His voice was low. Cruel. "You're screaming inside your head. Save me. Please. Somebody save me."

He looked at her now. Really looked. Eyes dark. Starved. Consuming. "No one's coming." Her breath caught.

"You belong to me now." Her thighs squeezed together like she could hold herself in. Panic twisted her stomach. Humiliation choked her. He saw it. Of course he fucking saw it.

His lips twitched into a smirk that made her want to vomit and come all at once.

"Open your legs." "W-what? No..please..." "I said," his voice dropped so deep, so thick, it crawled through her ears and between her legs like silk dipped in venom. "Open. Your. Fucking. Legs." She shook her head violently.

"No. Please. I..I can't. Don't do this. I'm begging you.." But that was it. That was all it took. The car jerked to the side of the road like a monster about to feed. Mud splattered up the windows as he slammed it into park.

Rain thundered against the windshield. He turned. Slowly. And unbuckled. "Don't..." Her voice cracked. "Please...not here. Not like this..." He ignored her. Unbuckled her seatbelt like it disgusted him. Shoved it off her chest. Yanked the blanket off her lap. His eyes dropped to her soaked jeans.

"You're dripping again." "I'm not..I.." "Shut. The fuck. Up." He grabbed her face. Fisted her chin. Yanked her so close she could taste his breath. "You smell like fear. And underneath that?" He inhaled. Deep. Gross. Possessive.

"You smell like a little whore who needs to be taught who she belongs to." Her whimper turned to a sob. She pushed. Weakly. Pathetically. He shoved her back. Flattened his palm against her stomach and pinned her down against the seat. "Open your fucking legs."

"I-I said no.." " Open!" He snapped Just enough to shatter her. Her legs... They opened. Inch by inch. Trembling. Ashamed. Humiliated. And Dominic? He fucking smiled.

He shoved his hand between her thighs, pressing down against her cunt through the soaked fabric until she arched like he was electrocuting her. "You feel that?" he hissed. "That's my fucking pussy now." "I'm not..." "You

screamed my name." He leaned down, snarled in her ear. "You moaned like a bitch in heat. That was the moment your pussy signed its fucking ownership papers." He ground his palm into her cunt. She gasped. Arched. Her body betrayed her again..clenching, pulsing, weeping.

"Disgusting," she sobbed. "You're disgusting." "Say it again." "What?" "Say I'm disgusting. Say you hate me. Say it while your pussy is drooling through your panties." She shook her head. Bit her lip until it bled.

He yanked her jeans open. The button popped. "No! Please don't.." The zipper slid down like the hiss of a snake. Her panties were see-through. Soaked. Clinging to her cunt like a second skin. Pink. Puffy. Dripping.

"Holy fuck." His voice turned feral. "You're wetter than a gangbang on camera." She tried to pull them back up.

He grabbed her wrists and shoved them away. Peeled her jeans down with slow cruelty. "Keep fighting me." His voice was breathless now. "It makes breaking you even sweeter."

He shoved two fingers against her clit through her panties. Pressed. Rubbed. Made cruel little circles while her hips bucked uncontrollably. She sobbed.

"Stop...please...please.." "You're gonna cum on my hand whether you want to or not." He grabbed her shirt. "Lift."

She froze. His hand clamped around her throat. Squeezed. "Fucking lift before I tear it off your body." She lifted. The shirt came off. The bra followed. Her nipples were hard. Embarrassingly stiff. He groaned.

"You respond to me. Your mind hates it. Your body loves it. And guess what? That pussy's opinion is the only one that matters now."

Then he ripped her panties in half. Shredded them like they were paper. And there it was..her cunt, glistening, bare, quivering in the air like it had been begging to be exposed.

Dominic stared like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Fuck me," he breathed. "This is the kind of pussy I'd eat with a knife to your throat." She screamed. He didn't care. His mouth clamped around her nipple, teeth grazing, tongue swirling, fingers thrusting deep..two at first, then three. Knuckle-deep.

No mercy. She thrashed. Moaned. Begged. And he laughed. "That's it. Cry for it. Drown in it. Fucking feel me stretch your tight little cunt until it never closes again."

His palm rubbed her clit harder, faster. His fingers drilled inside her like he was trying to rip the orgasm out by force.

Her body snapped. She came. Screamed. Thrashed. Squirted. It sprayed all over his wrist, the seat, her thighs, and she collapsed, twitching like a broken fucktoy.

He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, rubbing her clit raw until she sobbed uncontrollably, helpless to stop the overstimulation.

When he finally slowed, her body was ruined. Limp. Quivering. He kissed her forehead like he loved her.

"You'll remember this," he whispered. She whimpered.

"You'll remember that your first orgasm in my car was the moment you stopped being a doctor..." He licked her lips. "...and became my fucktoy."