Om

by ChaShiree M.

  “It’s ok, little girl. No need to shoot daggers at me. Soon. I promise soon enough, you will be gagging on my cock instead of that damn rag. Now, sit there like the good little pain in my ass you are. We will be to our destination soon.”

  We pull up to the spot in what seems like no time, though it took at least an hour. She is thrown over my shoulder as we trek through the woods and headed to the cabin my brothers and I use to house the victims we rescue, until we can safely return them to their old lives. I could have made her stubborn ass walk, but this torreign is not exactly safe for my precious cargo. Even thrown over my shoulder I can hear the tearing of her shirt as it gets snagged in branches and such. There is also the rain falling down around us. I wonder if her flimsy ass blouse is see through when it gets wet? Damn!! Knowing I’m going to have to tend to her scraps and such, with her clothes torn from her so savagely, is making my dick forget we are gentlemen. Its bobbing around in my pants hanging toward my knee cause what the fuck do I need drawers for? I am going to be balls deep in her pussy, ass, and throat within hours. Nah. No need for those.

  I’m a bit hard. Rough if you will. I always dreamed that I would find my woman. She would be a meek and soft spoken little mouse that I could toss around in the sack and dominate. Imagine my surprise when I had given up to be faced with this….this...stubborn ass hellion, I am hefting right now. She is the butter on my pancakes. Smooth and salty at the same time. Only, she is not pliant. Far from it. She is a fucking firecracker, my Frimir. I find I like that even more. Her body gave me cause to pause initially. She is very small and petite. I don’t want to break her...much. But knowing now how much of a spitfire she is, she can take whatever the fuck I intend to give her. And believe me, she is going to get everything.

  After we finally get to the cabin and are done locking up everything, I walk us upstairs. I take my time removing the gag, because I know as soon as I do she is going to give me shit. When I cannot wait any further, I remove the rope from her hands, feet, and finally her mouth.

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Om? What the hell? You’re into kidnapping now?”

  “No sugar. I’m just done waiting for you. We are going to stay in this cabin until you admit you want this as much as me. Then, we are going to fuck like savages and make a baby so you can never leave me. Any objections?” What the fuck, right? I come from a long line of Vikings and if you ask me, they had it right. What's with all these pansy ass motherfuckers giving women ‘time’ and shit? Time to what…..fuck my shit up with their overthinking asses. I was trying to do the right thing. But fuck that!! I say pillage the village and take her.

  “You know what asshole? There is so much wrong with that conversation. I am going to tell you exactly what I think about your plan. But, first I would like to get out of these wet clothes and into something dry. Plus, I have a few cuts from your caveman ass carrying me through the woods like a fucking hostage.”

  “You are my hostage woman. Until you stop running from US and admit this is it. I don’t know what the fuck you are used to dealing with these pussy ass momma boys. But a real man sees his woman and gets after her. All the back and forth shit is for the birds sugar. As far as your cuts go, I will take care of those. As for clothes, you won’t be needing them.” Yeah, I decided that right before I took her. This time is going to be spent with my cock inside her every chance I get. I know she will give me shit about the clothes, and I am ready for that too. If she starts her shit, I fuck her. She gives me more shit...I fuck her...see the pattern. I am done waiting.

  “Om. I am trying to be calm about all this. But what do you mean no clothes? I can’t walk around naked.”

  “And why not?” Seems like a good idea to me. The fuck?

  “Because, I...I just can’t.” Her mouth is telling me she hates the idea, but the flush running up her body and face tell a different story. Not to mention the up and down of her chest over and over. Hmmmm..let's test this out.

  “I hear you baby. But, I think your posturing. I think you like that I came for you. You wanted a man that is manly enough to not let you run them. That wants you enough they are willing to commit a crime to have you. Am I right baby? If I stick my hands down your pants and knuckle fuck your pussy, am I going to find it wet and slippery waiting for me to finally free it?” I walk towards her inhaling as I go, taking in the smell of her pussy permeating the room.

  “N-no. I’m not wet. You...you….neanderthal.” She is so fucking cute trying to insult me.

  “I don’t believe you baby. Let’s see. Spread your fucking legs and take your panties off. Time for me to greet my pussy.”

  4

  Taryn

  I should scream, shout, kick, and fight. I probably should do a lot of things, but the fact of the matter is that he’s right. SO FUCKING RIGHT. I don’t know what that says about me, though? I want to tell him that he’s right, but I also don’t want him know that he is. I am in hell right now. Hell with Heaven is fucking close. Maybe there’s a way I can I give us what we both want, without actually saying anything. I watch as he unties my ankles. They are raw, but I know my struggling caused that.

  How the fuck did he know I was intrigued with rope play? Maybe he didn’t, but damn I am wetter than I ever have been. My heart rate is speeding significantly and I’m sweating. I stand and shimmy my skirt off. Then I pull my panties down, while using the tips of my fingers. My wrists are bound in front, but loose enough that I can still move them. He looks over my pale body and grins.

  Laying back down on the bed, I spread my legs so can he see my pussy.

  “Damn, Taryn. I am going to destroy you for other men.”

  I smirk and watch as he takes his pants off, followed by his shirt. He’s huge, and I do mean huge cock is hard and already leaking precum. He jerks it slowly while looking at my pussy. I lick my lips and rub my thighs together.

  “Frimir, I am about to own you,” he says before climbing onto the bed. He gets up on his knees between my legs.

  “Shut up and fuck me if you’re gonna. If not then take me home,” I demand.

  “Little girl. I’m in charge here.” He looks down at me and smirks.

  “Yeah, we’ll see,” I say as I wrap my legs around his waist. Jesus. I wish my hands were free right now. His muscles have muscles. I want to run my fingers over his tattoos and take that massive cock down my throat. The need to lick every inch of his body, before he licks mine is strong. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want him. I want him right the fuck now. He drags his cock through my slit getting it wet with my juices.

  “All that better be for me,” he grunts.

  “God, do you ever stop talking?” I ask, moving my hips. He dips into my opening, but pauses. I open my mouth to tell him that I’m a virgin, but I quickly close it. I want this to be whatever it’s going to be. When he slams his cock into me, hard, fast, and to the hilt, I scream out his name.

  “Much tighter and wetter than I thought it would be. This pussy is mine, baby.” He pulls my still bound hands above my head and rips my shirt open. He opens my bra by the front clasp and is immediately on my tits. He bites, squeezes, and intensifying the pull in my belly.

  “Oh my God. Move Om.” He moves in and out of me like an animal. An animal possessed.

  “I’m going to fill this cunt with my seed. You ready to be bred baby?” He asks through clenched teeth. This is just as powerful to him as it is to me. I don’t answer him. I can’t. This feels too good. Too insane. Too everything.

  I come around his cock and he fills me, making good on his promise to breed me. At this moment, I can imagine our life together, years from now. Babies everywhere. Eventually he pulls out of me and I whimper. That was mother fucking amazing. He unties my wrists and pulls the remnants of my wet shirt off of me.

  “Can I have a glass of water?” I ask. He doesn’t answer me. “Om?” I still feel like I should try to escape him, even though I don’t want to.

  “Did you say something?” He ask
s.

  “Can I have a glass of water?”

  “Sure baby. Whatever you need,” he says kissing me for the first time. Damn. He leaves my knees weak, but I use the opportunity to slide a pair of boots on that are by the door and run out into the freezing rain. Butt-ass naked.

  “TARYN, GET YOUR FINE ASS BACK HERE.” I hear him shout behind me, but I keep running. I run and run, but in the accumulated snow I don’t get far. Not far at all. He pounces on me, taking me down like I’m a gazelle and he’s a lion out in the Sahara. We roll around in the snow until he finally pins me under his weight.

  “Om. Get off of me, you asshole.” I say weakly. I don’t mean it. Why can’t I be honest with him? Why can’t I tell him I want him? That I’ve always wanted him.

  “Spread your legs, little girl. Gimme me my pussy. You need to learn your place,” he says lifting my legs around his waist and sliding into my pussy. Sliding home.

  “Om, Om, Om, Om,” I chant like I am a fucking yoga warrior queen. I’m pinned to the snow freezing, but I’ve never wanted anything like I want him and his cock.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he demands. Why do I wanna do everything he says? How can this man and no other do this to me? I cum just like he demands. So fucking hard, with the snow under my back and my big Viking on top of me. He lifts me up and carries me back to the cabin.

  He holds me while I cry. I am apparently that girl. The girl who cries after the unicorn dicking of her lifetime. It’s not that I have anything to compare it to, but I know what I’m feeling.

  I am confused and mad. Mad that I just fell in love with Om Jorgensen. Son of a bitch. If I am honest with myself, I’ve loved him from the first second all those months ago at Loki and Tabitha’s wedding reception. Now what the hell am I going to do about it?

  5

  Om

  FINALLY!! I have been up for the past two hours looking at Taryn as she sleeps. Her leg is draped over my thigh and her head is on my chest. God she is so beautiful. Her chocolate hair is fanned out across her head and against her milky creamy complexion is intoxicating. She fell asleep almost immediately following our fuck-capades last night.

  As much as I knew she needed her rest after the pounding she took, it didn’t stop me from taking her over and over again through the course of the night. She didn’t turn me away once. Though I know she had to have been sore. Her poor little pussy got beat to shit cause my fucking cock has no manners when it comes to her. It sniffs her snatch and is revving to go. Greedy fuck.

  I kiss her head one more time, silently sending up thanks and prayers to the man above for finally sending me, my angel. I thought my time had passed, but then here comes this spunky smart-mouthed pain in my ass, and I wouldn’t change her for the world.

  After slowly moving her over a bit while trying not to wake her, I walk out of the room and go the bathroom to take a quick shower. I smell like sweat, pussy, and forest. Opening the refrigerator, I note that the fridge was recently stocked by the prep team we keep on staff. Good. Time for breakfast. I finished the last of the pancakes and about to flip the eggs when my angel walks into the room, looking even more fuckable with her hair all mussed up and face glowing. See, all she needed was some OM-errific jizz, to make that skin glow.

  “Good morning, baby. I hope your hungry.” I say as I kiss her swollen pink lips and pull her further into my arms.

  “Good morning yourself, caveman. I am famished. What are we having?”

  “I made buttermilk maple pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Sound good?”

  “Sounds perfect.” She sits on the stool at the breakfast bar. As she watches me fix our plates, I notice she is nibbling the corner of her mouth. I have observed her enough to know that she has to have something on her mind. I need her to know she can ask me anything. My life is an open book for her.

  “What’s on your mind, baby. I can see the wheels turning. What’s up?”

  “Well, I just….I mean I know the basics about you. But I don’t know the real stuff. What you do for a living? Your work is so secretive amongst your family and well….I can’t help but feel like an outsider, who just gave you my V-card on a silver platter.”

  Well shit. When she puts it like that. Our line of work has to be as close to the vest as possible. It is because of the nature of those we help and sometimes what we have to do to help them. But the person I am meant to spend my life with will get to know everything.

  “I’m sorry you feel like an outsider, baby. But you have to understand that in our line of work, discretion is paramount. My brothers and I own a security firm. We front it as a brokerage company. We each have our own set of skills. But the gist of it is we save, rescue, and recover the victims of trafficking and kidnapping. This cabin we are in is one of our many safehouses we use to hide them, until the threat has been neutralized.” For the first time in my life, I am feeling anxious about what someone thinks about my chosen life. She is more than important to me and as my woman it’s a reality she will have to deal with often.

  “So, what? You’re like the Viking version of Liam Neeson or something?” She asks with a smirk. Smart ass. I walk over and spank her ass before kissing her sassy ass mouth.

  “No angel. Ain’t a Liam on the planet who can fuck you like I can. Neeson or not.”

  “Whatever, caveman,” she says with a smile. “So, how dangerous is it? Like, can you die during these...missions?” And now for the part I didn’t want to get into.

  “Yes. Sometimes we have to take on dangerous men, baby. I am not always safe. Not always within range of a phone either. I want you to know, I will always do my best to make it home to you and stay in contact. However, you should know that there are long stretches of time when I may be off the grid.” I know how hard of a time my mom has with this, so I can only imagine the my woman being pissed.

  “Like, how long? How will I know if something happens to you? Will anyone know to call me?” Shit. This is what I didn’t want. Her to panic. I get up from the stool and remove her plate from in front of her. I don’t want this week to be spent worrying about shit that’s not an issue right now.

  “Taryn, look at me. We will worry about it when it comes up. Right now, I have nothing on my timetable. Except, getting you bred and giving you my last name. Now hop up on the counter.” I don’t bother waiting for her to comply.

  I pluck her sexy ass off the stool and sit her on the counter with my big ass wedged between her legs. Running my hands up and down her thighs, I meld my mouth into hers. I am trying to convey how much a part of me she is already. Fuck waiting on access, my tongue plows its way into her mouth. We are like two dueling pianos fighting for the melody, but still so beautiful side by side. When my hand finally makes it under her shirt, I feel her bare pussy and my mouth wants in.

  “Lie back baby.” She moans as she does as she is told. Her chest is moving up and down as if she has been running a marathon. I can see the outline of her hard nipples asking my mouth to pay them some special attention. Not one to ignore the cries of the needy, I grab the shirt by the bottom and rip it right up the middle. My mouth covers one of her pink, rosy nipples, sucking, licking, and biting. I move to the other and do the same. Over and over. Waiting for her to beg me to make her cum.

  “Christ Om. So fucking hot.”

  “I know baby. You sure are. Legs on the counter. Matter of fact, hold your knees back to your ears. I never did get to finish my pancakes. But then again….pussycake sounds better.”

  Grabbing my sweats, I pull them down letting them fall around my ankles. With my other hand, I take the syrup, Mrs. Butterworth's is the best, and drizzle it all over my pussy brunch. Watching her puffy red snatch, already beat to shit, pulse as the cool syrup hits it,makes me feel every bit the viking coursing through my veins.

  “FUCK, Precious. Look how your little cunt is opening and closing in anticipation. It’s begging me to shove my cock in there. And I’m going to. But first, I need my sugar.”

  Stroking my cock with prec
um covering it, I face dive into her breakfast buffet rubbing it all over my face. My tongue licks up and down the side of her lips, making sure to suck them into my mouth and savor the mixture of her own juices with the syrup. I am hell bent on licking it all off. Thank God I am not diabetic. This would be my suicide note.

  “Om..oh fuck…..so good….so good…...yes.”

  “I know, baby. You like having my tongue inside you don’t you?”

  “YES!!! Please don’t stop...don’t stop.” Who the fuck said anything about stopping?

  I lick her from clit to asshole. Using my nose to separate the cheeks. Mmmm..I never liked sticky buns till now. Back and forth, I lick up the mess I made. I am making sure my tongue fucks her. I am warning her about what my cock is about to do. When my rod begins to complain and jump in my hands, not so patient anymore, I stand back up and slam into her knowing I am already too close to the end.

  “Fuuuuuuuck. Om. Too deep. Too deep. Oh shit, caveman. Stomach…..in my stomach.”

  “Exactly where you will feel my life growing for the next nine months. You almost there, baby? I teased myself too much feasting on your sticky cunt. Too close. CUM.FOR.ME.NOOOOOW!!!!” Bellows from my mouth as my thumb rubs her clit.