I'm His

Oh my god the words that came out of my mouth proved that he truly owned me.

“P-p-p-lease fuck me-e-e!” I could believe how submissive I became, actually unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down giving Grahme all the access he wanted. Sluting out for him even more by turning to face him, pulling my panties aside as I crawled higher up his crotch. When I felt his hardened cock against my slit, it’s all I can do not to grab his cock, hold it upright and penetrating myself completely

As I lift my hips to do that Grahme stops me cold. “I’m not throbbing yet!,” reverting to Gina “You know what to do to make me throb!”. Without being told I adjust myself so his cock is staring me right in the eyes, opening my mouth, running my tongue all over his shaft, flicking the tip in, out and all over the tip before taking him completely in my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down his cock, his sighs telling me that i’m doing what he wants

Gaining speed I’m sure I’m going to make him throb, when Grahme lifts my head up and off his cock, rolling out from under me, making me lay down on my stomach, parting my asscheeks. “No please not there!”

Pressing the tit against my sphincter until it pops inside, making me bite my lower lip as more follows. God it burns as he leans into my side, whispering “Cry out and i’m going to let whoever comes to investigate to have you also?” Would he really do that to me? I don’t want to take the chance so I bite down on the cushion to prevent anything escaping my lips as he sinks his entire length into my ass.

Oh god it burns as he moves in and out of me, tears free flowing down my cheeks. His tongue licking down my neck to my shoulders, then he’s kissing his way back up my flesh, the conflicting sensations rockin my mind. Below burning pain, above gooseflesh inducing touches all from the same person at the same time. For over ten minutes Grahme thrusts before emptying his cum deep into my bowels.

As he pulls out, getting off me, I lay there like a floppy ragdoll, praying under my breath that he was sexually sated. Not wanting to move I sense Grahme beside me his breath in my eyes “So did my **** like how her master pleased himself!” I don’t move nor do I answer him, I just cry myself back to sleep.

When next I’m awaken it’s to be told that we are on approach to our destination and made to sit upright. Feeling the plane descend, then land and taxing down a long runway to a hanger where we taxi straight inside. As the door to the jet opens Grahme help me up, taking my hand and walking us towards the steps down. At the base of the stairs a black limo awaits,Grahme doesn’t hesitates walking us down the stairs helping me into the back of the limo. Talking to the driver before he climbs in joining me.

“Well Regina it’s only an hour to our new home!”. Reaching his hand around my shoulder, the tips of his fingers coming to rest on the top of my left breast “Since you can’t get away I’ll tell you know that we are multimillionaires here In Comoros. By now your ex John should be under indictment for Embezzlement from the firm, the money being untraceable. Unless some hotshot can trace all the transactions from his desktop that I did. Trace then to the central bank here in Comoros !

“You set John up for Embezzlement charges? Why?”

“Well for leaving you!,” rubbing his fingers on my breast. “ That’s why when I was arrested for suspicion of embezzlement and those boy scout were being shown around the police station I started a commotion that one scout had a gun!” Smiling as he relives that time “As the cops went haywire, searching every kid, I slowly made me way out as if I was there to pay a ticket and made my way on foot to you!”

Removing his hand from my shoulder, snaking it between my back and the back of the seat until he could grope my breast fully “When I say you topless hanging out the washing i just knew what I had to do to protect you from John’s lies

“But I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh that not what four of the transactions will say!” smirking at me “They will be a clear line showing that John got you to help transfer the money from the firm’s accounts to an offshore bank, thus making you an accessory to Embezzlement and an equally wanted person as me.

“Then can’t they trace the money to here?’, his fingers kneading my flesh through the fabric of the top and bra underneath it.

“Maybe but there is no extradition treaty between Comoros and the States!” his right hand working its way into the waistline of my pants “And with a little more 1.9 billion Comoros dollars we are stinking rich, they wouldn’t send us back if the States paid them too!”

The phone goes off Grahme picks up “Yes, already great, no to the front door if you don’t mind!” hanging up “Well it looks like traffic was nothing so we here at our new home Mrs. Edmonds!” As the limo comes to a halt outside of a white house, Grahme gets out then help me out. Scooping me up and carrying me over the threshold of the house. Kicking the door closed with his heal “Say why don’t we go up and christen our new bed?