Photo (Elena POV)

I thought, trying to keep my cool. “Okay then.” I knelt, not on one but on both knees, until I was face to face with Kyle. I held the ring out to him, trying to ignore the strange feeling that was creeping up on me. Zene, my son, raised his camera, ready to capture the moment.

“Mm, it’s still not right,” Kyle murmured, with a smile that made me uncomfortable. “You need to be shorter than me if you’re the one proposing!” Before I could react, he grabbed my hair tightly and pulled my head down, forcing me to reach out and grab the ground. He dragged my body into the position he wanted, and by the time he was done, I was on all fours, staring at the grass, panting and confused.

“I get it! Okay, let’s take the picture,” Zene said naively, unaware of the tension in the air. I felt another tug on my hair, and my face was pressed directly into Kyle’s groin. I could feel his arousal growing against my face, his cock big and swollen and thick, making me even more uncomfortable. I tried to ignore it, but it was impossible not to notice. Zene, slow and inattentive as always, adjusted the camera, without having the slightest idea of ​​what was happening there.

“Ready?” Kyle asked, his voice full of an intention I didn’t want to understand. I just nodded, trying to keep my composure, as Zene prepared to take the picture.

The click of the camera echoed, but I barely noticed. Kyle gripped my hair tighter, pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him. His gray eyes shone with a mixture of desire and dominance. “You like this, don’t you, Elena?” he whispered, his voice husky and full of malice. “You like being humiliated, being used like an object.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but my body betrayed my mind. I felt a heat spread between my legs, a wetness I couldn’t deny. Kyle smiled, as if he could read my thoughts. He let go of my hair for a moment, only to grab my waist and pull me closer, pressing my face against his groin again.

“Take the picture, Zene,” he ordered, his voice now firmer. “I want him to see how obedient his mommy is.”

Zene, still oblivious to what was really happening, pressed the button on the camera. I could smell Kyle, sweat and something else, something that made me wrinkle my nose but also made me strangely excited. His cock throbbed against my face, and I knew he wanted more.

“Stand up,” he ordered, pulling me by the hair to stand. I obeyed, shakily, trying to keep my balance. Kyle pushed me against a tree, his large, dirty hands holding my wrists above my head. “You’re mine now, Elena,” he growled, his breath hot in my ear. “And I’m going to use you however I want.”

Before I could respond, he pulled my panties down in one swift movement, exposing my private parts to the fresh air. I moaned softly, feeling **** and exposed, but also incredibly aroused. Kyle laughed, a low, cruel sound, and then, without warning, he thrust hard into me, his thick, hard cock entering me without ceremony.

“Ah!” I cried out, feeling myself tearing apart inside. Kyle gave no respite, moving violently, each thrust making me moan in pain and pleasure. I could hear Zene in the background, still taking pictures, still naive, as I was used like a sex toy against a tree.

“You like that, don’t you, Mommy?” Kyle mocked, gripping my chin tightly and forcing me to look at him. “Do you like being fucked like a bitch?”

I couldn’t answer. My words were replaced by moans, my body responding to his every move. Kyle smiled, satisfied, and then, with one last brutal thrust, he ejaculated inside me, his hot cum filling my womb. He pulled out, leaving me sliding down the tree, panting and shaking. I could barely stand, but Kyle wasn’t done. He flipped me over, placing me on all fours again, and then, without warning, slapped my ass hard. “Ah!” I cried out, feeling the burning spread. Kyle laughed, his dirty hand leaving a red mark on my skin. “You’re my little whore, Elena,” he said, his voice full of contempt and desire. “And I’m going to use you until you can’t take it anymore.” I didn’t answer. I just stood there, on all fours, feeling Kyle’s cum drip down my legs, while Zene continued to take pictures, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him. Kyle entered me again, this time from behind, his cock slamming into me hard and without mercy. I moaned, my body writhing with each thrust. Kyle gripped my hair, pulling me back with each movement, forcing me to arch my back. I knew he was using me, that he didn't care about me, but still, I couldn't stop moaning, giving in to the pleasure he was giving me.

“Cum for me, little slut,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Cum like the bitch you are.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My body shook, a powerful orgasm taking me over. I screamed, my body writhing as Kyle continued to fuck me, his cock filling me until he finally ejaculated again, his hot cum mixing with mine.

He pulled out, leaving me there, panting and shaking. I could barely move, but Kyle wasn’t done. He pulled me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. “You’re mine now, Elena,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And I’ll use you whenever I want.”

I nodded, unable to speak. Kyle smiled, satisfied, and then, without another word, he pulled away, leaving me standing there, naked and used, while Zene, still naïve, continued to take pictures, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

I knew it wasn’t over. Kyle had marked me, and I belonged to him now. And in some twisted way, I couldn’t deny that despite everything, I wanted more.