Declan's Property

The walk home was long. And cold. And fucking horrible. But at least I had our argument to mull over in my head, repeatedly, to keep me occupied. Although we bickered a lot, this was new. A little more serious than the others - well...a lot more serious than the others, and it stung a lot more.

His emotional unavailability had reached a peak and, unfortunately, so had my attachment. A recipe for disaster - and disaster it was. At my own risk, I had tried to tell him I was in love with him, but he shut down and shut me out harder than he ever had. He had yelled at me to get out of his office but I didn't listen. I wasn't going to let him do this to us, to me. But after what felt like hours of yelling back and forth (but was really only a few minutes), he physically picked me up and carried me out of his office, shutting and locking the door behind him as he left me to go back to his work, for what I now think is the final time.

Home. That felt like no time at all. I fiddled with my shitty, clunky front door and walked in the house, throwing my stuff on the floor. Organization can kick rocks, this house can kick rocks, my life can kick rocks. I do need a hot shower, though.

I stepped into my subway tiled oasis of a bathroom and turn the shower water on as hot as it could go - maybe it would burn off the sadness and loneliness I feel. But probably not. After 20 minutes of nearly burning alive in the shower, I got out and picked up the sweatshirt I had set aside to wear to bed. I went to slip it over my head when I realized that it was the navy blue Yale sweatshirt he had given me on our third date. Fuck. It's HIS shirt. Fuck him. I need to throw it away and find something else.

I tossed the sweatshirt on the floor and slipped into an old nightgown, turn my fan on, and get into bed. The faster sleep arrives, the better.

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"OPEN THE DOOR, NOW!", a voice bellowed, accompanied by banging on my front door. What the hell?

I rubbed my eyes and jumped out of bed to see what's going on at my front door. I don't know who has the audacity to be banging on my door at 2am, but I'm going to make sure it never happens again.

"OPEN. THE. DOOR."

I paused. Chills rolled down my spine. That voice...it was him. I had never heard him sound like that before. It was commandeering, full of demand, and almost scary.

I put my hand on the doorknob, undid the clunky lock, and opened the door just a crack.

"Declan. What do you w-" WHAM. He slammed the door open and forced his way inside. He stepped inside, silently, and closed the door. Now we were standing face to face in my entryway, inches away from one another. At this point, my nightgown was sliding off my shoulder and my pile of brown hair was a mess. He had never seen me like this before, and I shuddered at the thought of him seeing me at my worst.

He eyed my neck and collarbones, and looked me up and down. Something was different about the way he was looking at me now - he seemed as though he wanted to consume me. He eyed me like a lion eyes a gazelle, with primal, murderous desire. But was that a bad thing? I didn't know.

He looked into my eyes, stepping even closer to me, so that our bodies were almost touching. His voice was booming, and for the first time ever, interrupting him seemed like a bad idea. I took a step back to create some distance, but his large, veiny hands quickly found their way to my arms, and he pulled me even closer.

"You're MINE, Alyssa. You belong to me. Nobody else can have you, and I cannot live without you. Do you understand?"

I was speechless. Everything disappeared in that moment. Our argument from earlier, the arguments before that, me questioning his motives. It was all gone. This was the most open and direct he had been in his desire for me. The most sure I had felt that, yes, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

Although I was silent, unable to so much as nod with understanding, he must've sensed my mental surrender. He brought his face to mine while his hands made their way down my back and under my ass, and he picked me up. Effortless for him, with his big, strong arms. For a moment, we didn't move, and it felt like a moment frozen in time... a moment that I wouldn't mind being stuck in for eternity. I wrapped around him for security. He'd never drop me, but just in case...

He slowly made his way to the bedroom, my arms still around his neck and my legs tightly around his waist. I stayed silent.

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I had never been one to submit or allow myself to surrender to anyone. From the moment I turned 18, I had been assertive, guarded; an impenetrable force. It was how I had to be to succeed as a woman in STEM, and just in general. But as he laid me down on the bed, I realized that who I was to the outside world and to everyone else, was not who I was with him. All of my guards and dominance had been undone. There was nothing I wanted more than to give myself up to him, to allow him to unleash his primal desire onto and into me.

He kissed me passionately, tracing my jaw with his fingers. I reached up to pull down my nightgown, but he grabbed my wrists. "No", he grumbled. He pinned my arms down on the bed and above my head. He looked me up and down, wanting to explore me. He obviously wanted to take his time with me, and that was new. I had never been with a man who wanted to take it slow, who wanted to truly experience me.

He took his hand to my throat, kissing my lips passionately, and with fervor. Aggressive, but sure and slow. He moved his hand up, using his thumb to turn my head to the side, and starting kissing my neck and every inch of my jawline. Kissing turned to gentle biting, and he made his way to my collarbones. Every inch, he stopped to kiss and nibble, dragging his lips across my skin each time he found a new spot.

His hands caressed my body, and once his lips made their way just below my collarbones, he pulled my nightgown down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were erect, begging to be suckled and touched, but he teased me. He lightly grazed his lips across my chest and breasts, just shy of the nipples I wanted him to desperately take in his mouth. I arched my back and moaned, my body unable to contain it's desperation. He took the hint. I felt his hands quickly and strongly wrap around me, and he plunged my nipple into his mouth, sucking and kissing, like he couldn't get enough. His hand played with the other one, and I could feel myself getting wet, so wet I was nervous it would give me away. As much as I was enjoying this, I didn't feel ready to completely submit, even though it's all I wanted.

He moved to the other breast, taking it in the same way he did the other one. But this time, his hand didn't move to the other breast, but down. He pulled down my nightgown completely, and moved his hand back up, gently opening my pussy with his fingers. I gasped, never having been opened up like that before. He had at least three fingers inside of me, more than I had ever taken. "You're so tight", he whispered, "you were made for me, weren't you pretty girl?"

I was soaked, pussy throbbing, wanting to take all of him in me, even if it stretched me and pushed me to my limits. I was done holding back. I needed him, now. I wanted him to take me the way a beast takes its prey, mercilessly and relentlessly. "Please, take me. I want all of you. I want you to take what's yours." I begged. My voice was shaky and breathy, but he heard me well.

The pace changed. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them back and up, opening my pussy wide, for him to survey. He took a minute to kiss it gently, to nibble on the insides of my thighs, taking a minute to look over what was his. He took his shirt and pants off, exposing his gorgeously thick body. Not chubby, but not chiseled either. Strong and brute, the type of body capable of ruining and destroying one petite, like mine. He was well-endowed too - thick and long like the rest of him. It was too big for me, and I'd certainly I'd be stretched to my limit, but I wanted it anyway. He leaned over me, lips to lips and nose to nose, putting one hand behind my head and grabbing his cock with the other.

Finally, he entered me. As he slowly filled me, he didn't move his face from mine. "I want to see you. I want to watch you take all of me. I want to see my good girl as I show her what her purpose is."

He thrusted heavily into me, over and over again. Not too fast, but fast enough to keep my breathless. It didn't take me long to cum, and once it started it didn't stop. His cock filled me deeply, and touched parts of me I didn't know existed. I kept cumming, and every time I did, he'd moan and tell me how good I felt. After fucking me and looking me in the eyes, he slowed down and whispered in my ear, "I want to fill you now. I'm going to fill you with my cum, sweet girl. I want you to take it all."

He flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass up in the air, gripping my hips with his strong, big hands. This time, he put one hand on my throat, and kept one on my hip to keep steady. His cock filled me again, and my pussy had stretched to fit him, and him only. Thrusting again, he hit every spot, set off every nerve in my body. I couldn't help but moan and gasp for air. This position somehow made him longer, and I was convinced his cock would pulverize me, but I wouldn't mind. I belonged to him, and this was him claiming his ownership.

"You're such a good girl, taking this cock. So I'll ask again. You belong to me, nobody else, do you understand?" his voice boomed once again, demanding an answer, demanding obedience.

I moaned out a "Yes, Declan! YES! You own me and I belong to you. Nobody else."

He moaned too, and we were moaning and gasping in unison, completely satisfied and both feeling all of these things for the first time. He thrusted faster and tightened his grip around my throat, ready to fill me completely. I started cumming again, and he yelled out in pleasure, finishing in me at the same time. A few more thrusts, just to make sure I took it all, and I did. I wanted every drop of his cum in me, I wanted him completely.

We stayed like that, just for a few moments, snapping back to reality and back to our earthly bodies. He relaxed, bringing his lips to my back, kissing up my spine and landing on the back of my neck. He turned my head to the side, and gently spoke into my ear, "I love you, Alyssa. I want this for the rest of my life. You are mine until I'm dead in the ground. You are my property."

We collapsed on the bed together, landing with my head on his chest and his hand caressing my hair, the other one holding me close. He drifted off to sleep, and I watched him for a few minutes. It was getting cold, so I got up to grab a sweater and smiled when I saw his Yale one on the floor. I put it on, got under the covers, and put my head back on his chest. "Declan's property", I mumbled to myself, "...that doesn't sound too bad".