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After a few weeks on the road, Ari Levinson finally took you home—to his home. You were delighted to discover he lived in a cozy little bungalow in a beachside town somewhere on the East coast. As you climbed down from the rig with Ari’s help, the sun was rising over the sand dunes at the end of the street, casting the home in a warm, golden glow.
The dark cedar shake siding of Ari’s bungalow was shaded by greenery that was blooming from early spring rain and partially obscuring the house from the street. A low, weathered wooden fence ran around the property line, lined by shrubs and hedges, all of which looked well-maintained. There weren’t any flowers to be seen, giving the house a distinctly masculine appearance. But it was nice and neat, reminding you of the way Ari kept his truck.
Sand and gravel crunched beneath your feet as you started venturing away from the narrow, tree-shaded driveway where Ari had parked the truck cab, which he’d detached from the trailer when he’d finished his haul. You’d wanted to get a better look at the garden by the porch that ran across the entire front of the bungalow, but Ari’s hand shot out and circled your upper arm, pulling you back to him.
“Stay close, sweetheart,” he rumbled, giving you a sharp look that you knew was meant to drive his order home. There was still an undercurrent of distrust in Ari’s expression, his blue eyes guarded as he gathered his things from the truck and slung a bag of laundry over his shoulder. “Don’t want you getting any ideas about running off.”
Curling your fingers in the belt loop of Ari’s pants, you held onto him, tugging lightly so he always knew you were there while you admired his home and neighborhood some more. All the while, Ari watched you out of the corner of his eye.
You knew a part of him still expected you to try to run, and you would’ve huffed a frustrated sigh if you weren’t so curious about what exactly had made him so certain you would leave him. Even after a few weeks sharing the small confines of his truck and the little cot in the back, there was so much you didn’t know about Ari Levinson—and you were aching to find out.
For the moment, though, you let him gather up his things in peace. You had plenty of time to learn everything there was to know about your truck driver.
Humidity hung heavy in the air, warming it enough to make it pleasant, with a gentle breeze wafting down the street from the beach, carrying the salty tang of the ocean. The street was quiet, and you assumed Ari’s neighbors were still sleeping since it was just after sunrise.
Taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of sand and salt, feeling the first rays of the spring sun’s warmth, was all it took to fall in love with Ari’s home.
You hadn’t even gone inside, but you already felt more at home than you ever had in your shitty little apartment in the city. You couldn’t help yourself from imagining growing old with Ari in his cozy little bungalow by the beach, the two of you safe and happy in your home together. You knew it was foolish, especially when Ari still believed you had one foot out the door, but you were all in—and determined to make a future with your trucker.
The sharp snap of the truck door closing brought you back to the moment. Your fingers were still curled around Ari’s belt loop, so when he started walking toward the front door, you were tugged along.
“Y’know, your house would look nice with some flower boxes on the front porch,” you said as you quickened your pace to keep up with your trucker’s long legs. “Or by the fence.” You climbed the steps to the porch on Ari’s heels, noticing there wasn’t any outdoor furniture. “A porch swing might be nice, too,” you added offhandedly.
At the door, Ari was focused on his keys, but he shot you a wary look out of the corner of his eye. Otherwise, he gave no indication he’d heard your suggestions for home improvement. Instead, he pushed open the door and led you inside, your fingers still curled around his belt loop, like you were the one afraid of being left behind.
The interior of Ari’s home was similar to the exterior—warm, masculine, neat. The room was painted in a soft blue color, contrasting with dark wooden furniture. The house clearly had a pretty fresh coat of paint, and even though it hadn’t been remodeled in a couple decades, if ever, it was well-kept.
The front door opened up into a living room with a kitchen tucked off to the side. It was spartan, with the only furniture in the space being a small kitchen table with two chairs, a large overstuffed couch, coffee table, recliner chair and a huge TV mounted on the wall. There was nothing in the way of decoration, only the windows in the walls letting in plenty of light.
Ari dropped most of the things he brought in from the truck on the table, then led you through a doorway off the living room into the bedroom. Just like the other spaces, the bedroom was more economical than cozy, with simple furniture—a massive king-sized bed covered in black bedding, some side tables and a dark wooden dresser that acted as a TV stand for another huge flatscreen.
The back wall of the room was made up of mostly windows, all of which overlooked a neat and tidy back yard, with a shed in one corner opposite a detached garage at the end of the driveway. Disentangling yourself from Ari’s belt loop, you spun in a circle, giving Ari’s home another look now that you’d seen most of it.
It needed some work, you decided, to make it truly feel like a home, but you were just the person to do it.
Ari opened one of the doors off the bedroom, revealing a small room that doubled as a walk-in closet and laundry room. You realized the last door, tucked into the back corner of the room, must’ve been a bathroom.
You were distracted from exploring that last little bit of Ari’s house when he dumped the bag of laundry he’d brought in and began stripping out of his clothes.
It was the first time you truly got to look at Ari’s fully naked form—and he was glorious. Broad shoulders with a barrel chest covered in dark hair that you knew from experience was softer than his bristly beard. That hair trailed down over his soft tummy, which hid plenty of muscle that you’d felt beneath your fingertips.
Ari shoved his jeans down, toeing out of his boots and yanking everything off. Heat flushed through your body at the sight of Ari’s cock. Even soft, it was impressive, especially with how it looked framed by two thick, hairy thighs. You wanted to climb your trucker like a tree and rub all over him like a cat in heat, but your feet were rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but look at your man with a mix of awe and desire.
“C’mere, baby,” Ari rumbled, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he crooked two fingers in your direction. His command spurred your feet into action; you scampered across the bedroom and into your trucker’s arms, his smirk deepening at your eagerness.
“I really like your house,” you murmured while he made quick work of divesting you of your clothes—his t-shirt and sweatpants. He seemed distracted by your body, with every inch and curve of you on display for him and his greedy hands.
“Yeah?” he asked faintly, his palms smoothing over your shoulders then down your sides, groping at your hips. His eyes flicked up to yours, that wary look back in his gaze. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me, you wanna stay here,” his throat worked as he swallowed. “With me.”
There was a vulnerability in Ari’s eyes you’d never seen before. Without questioning your instincts, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your soft body against his much sturdier one. You held his gaze as you spoke slowly, assuredly, making sure he heard you and what you were saying.
“I do want to stay here with you, Ari,” you said, allowing honest emotion to seep into your tone. “I want to go on the road with you, too—I want to be with you.” Your fingers curled in the soft hair at the nape of Ari’s neck while you stared deep into his beautiful eyes, willing him to believe you.
Despite your confession and your honesty, Ari’s gaze was still guarded, but his hands squeezed your hips so tightly, it felt like he was begging you to convince him. You knew he’d never beg with words, but you were certain you knew your trucker well enough to read his body. And he wanted you to continue, so you did.
“Look, Ari,” you said softly, holding his gaze and gently playing with his hair. “Before you, I didn’t have much—a drafty apartment, a job I hated and a boyfriend who hated me but was happy to use me.”
At the mention of your ex, Ari’s gaze darkened. In spite of his obvious anger, your heart soared because you knew it meant something that Ari hated your ex so much. But you didn’t want to dwell on that asshole, so you quickly continued on.
“What I’m trying to say is, you saved me from a lonely existence,” you said, a sad smile playing at the edges of your lips. Ari’s hands held you tighter and you pressed closer, tilting your head back to hold his gaze. “So you’re stuck with me as long as you’ll have me.” You closed the distance between the two of you and pressed a soft kiss to Ari’s lips.
When you pulled away, emotion was roiling in Ari’s eyes so that they looked like a stormy ocean. His hold on you shifted, one arm banding around your lower back to hold you pinned to his body, his other hand coming up to circle the front of your throat, not squeezing but holding you firmly so he could keep staring into your eyes.
“You never should’ve gotten in my truck, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice more gravel than softness. “Because I’m never letting you go.” You could feel Ari’s cock hardening between your bodies, the stiff length trapped against your tummy. “And you’re never leaving me—not ever,” Ari growled, his fingers tightening around your throat like just the thought made him furious. “If you even try, I’ll break your fucking legs and chain you up so you can’t fucking leave.”
You knew it shouldn’t turn you on to hear Ari threaten you like that, with violence and imprisonment, but your body heated nonetheless, wetness gathering between your thighs. A sinful smile curled the corners of your mouth and your eyes went heavy-lidded as you stared up at your trucker.
“Promise?” you asked in a teasing tone, barely suppressing a laugh.
Ari’s expression darkened, with desire rather than fury, and he squeezed his hand around your throat, choking you lightly as he started walking you backward into the bedroom. Your steps were light on the hardwood floor of his room, your heart buoyant in your chest. Ari’s voice was a deep growl as he spoke, his eyes alight with the promise of wicked sins.
“You’re just as unhinged and fuckin’ depraved as I am, aren’tcha, baby?”
You giggled as Ari threw you down on the bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress, your hands reaching back to catch yourself and grabbing onto the fluffy comforter. Your tits bounced and caught your trucker’s eye. Ari stared at the movement of your body almost like he was entranced.
“Yes I am, daddy,” you said proudly throwing your shoulders back and sticking your chest out for Ari. If your trucker wanted to admire your body, you’d make it as easy for him as possible, without any ounce of shame in your heart.
Using his knees to spread your legs open, Ari climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his larger form, his hands sliding up your sides to your chest. His big palms and dextrous fingers groped and squeezed the soft flesh of your tits, making your breathing turn into desperate pants.
“You’re a filthy fucking slut, baby,” he rumbled offhandedly as he lowered his mouth to your chest. Ari’s beard rasped against your soft skin, a rough contrast to the softness of his mouth latching onto your nipple.
“You love it, daddy,” you said, your giggle dissolving into a gasp when Ari sucked hard on your tit. His tongue laved over the tight peak he’d created, and a low moan slipped from your lips, your fingers diving into Ari’s soft hair to hold him to your chest.
Your trucker grunted—the closest thing you’d get to a response when he’d clearly moved on from the conversation—and suckled harder on your nipple, dragging his tongue over the sensitive point until you groaned like you were in pain. Your body squirmed beneath Ari’s broad frame, but he held you pinned to the bed with his weight and his hands.
Ari seemed unconcerned with your responses, focused instead on taking long drags from your nipples with his mouth, holding you right where he wanted even when you were arching up off the bed at the pleasurable tugging sensation. You felt every pull of Ari’s mouth in your clit, the bundle of nerves buzzing between your thighs as your trucker lavished your tits with more attention than they’d seen the entire time you were on the road with him.
All you could do was wind your fingers in his hair, pulling and tugging on the soft strands while Ari sucked on your tits, his mouth and tongue working over your chest until you were gasping with pleasure. But, though he alternated between your tits, he kept up his rough treatment of your tight nipples and soft breasts, pinching your sensitive points and groping your aching flesh, until it bordered on pain.
You were helpless beneath your trucker, an angry, pulsing throb of arousal growing between your thighs, even as the drag of Ari’s mouth began to hurt. He’d been nipping and biting and sucking on your tits long enough that pleasure gave way to overstimulated pain, but no matter how you begged, Ari didn’t stop his assault on your tits.
“Da-daddy, please,” you whimpered, your fingers tangled in Ari’s hair trying to pull him away from your chest. Pleasure and sharp pain tangled within your body, your hips squirming while your cunt ached to be filled. “Daddy, it hurts.” Even as you said the words, you knew they wouldn’t stop your trucker—they’d only spur him on, which made you flush hotter with arousal.
Proving you right, your words seemed to encourage Ari. He took a long, hard drag of the nipple in his mouth, pinching the other between two unrelenting fingers, making you scream for him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, your scream turning into soft little sobs as you cried through the pain and pleasure Ari was giving you.
“Good, cock whore,” he growled around a mouthful of your tit, his tongue rasping against your oversensitive peak until you were trembling beneath him. “Y’know daddy loves it when you cry for him.” When he finally let go of the nipple he’d pinched, you realized he only did it to slap your tit and make it bounce for him. The sight made Ari groan, and mumble a tortured, “Fuck,” before doing it again.
You cried out when the stinging pain ricocheted in your body, tangling with the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your other nipple. Even through the pain, your clit throbbed and your hips bucked beneath Ari’s big body.
“Daddy!” you sobbed, your hips rising from the bed, seeking relief, but all you had to grind against was Ari’s soft tummy. Though it felt good at first, the hair covering his stomach quickly grew too drenched with your desire to offer much friction for your needy clit.
Your trucker went back to sucking on your tits while you humped against him, your cunt slipping over Ari’s stomach as you both grew messier and messier from your arousal. It coated your thighs and his belly, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when he was still sucking your tits and nipping at your skin. It dragged you to the edge of a monumental release, but without enough stimulation to your clit or cunt, you never tipped over.
You didn’t know how long Ari spent torturing your tits, abusing your nipples until they ached with more pain than pleasure. You floated in a sea of overwhelming sensations, hovering on the edge of your release for an unfathomable amount of time.
Until finally, Ari gave one last suckle to each of your nipples and raised up, his darkened blue eyes roving over your pleasure and pain drunk body. A self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“Had enough, sweetheart?” he asked in patronizing condescension.
You were whimpering and sniffling against the tears that were still trickling down your cheeks when Ari leaned up to lick them from your face, his tongue rough against your sensitive skin. You mewled pitifully at the sensation and Ari groaned like the sound brought him physical pleasure.
“I need to abuse your tits more often, baby,” Ari rumbled, his lips catching more tears as they spilled from your eyes. “Ya make the prettiest fucking sounds when I hurt you.” He nuzzled his nose against the side of your face, kissing your cheek lightly, a softness in the gesture that nearly took your breath away.
“Daddy,” you cried quietly, wrapping your arms around Ari’s shoulders and pulling him close. Your aching nipples brushed against the soft hair on his broad chest, but even that little bit of sensation had you sobbing, your swollen lips babbling, “Daddy, daddy.”
“That’s it, kiddo, cry for daddy,” Ari rumbled, his mouth ghosting over your lips like he wanted to drink down the sound of your cries. He pressed his thick, stiff cock into your belly, making both of you groan with want. “Ya make me so fucking hard when you cry, cock slut.”
A whine tumbled past your lips and your body squirmed beneath Ari’s larger form, trying to line up his cock with your aching cunt. Unfortunately for you, your trucker wasn’t anywhere near done torturing you. He had too many other ideas to let you sink down on his cock just yet.
Pressing one last kiss to the apple of your cheek and licking a salty tear from your skin, Ari rose above you and shifted down your body. He dragged his beard down the valley between your breasts, licking the undersides of your tits before sinking his teeth into the softness of your belly. It felt like he was devouring your body as he worked his way down to the place where you needed him most.
Finally, he settled his big body between your spread thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders before glancing up and giving you a wolfish grin.
“I’ve wanted to suck your tits and eat your cunt since the day I picked you up, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes dropping to your soaking pussy. Your heart raced in your chest and your thighs trembled under the weight of his gaze. “This cunt is mine, and I’m not coming up for air until I’ve had my fill—d’you hear me, cock whore?” His tone turned hard on those last few words as he flicked his eyes back up to yours, daring you to protest. “If you gotta cry, then cry, but I’m not stopping until I’m done, got it?”
For a moment, you were almost too stunned to respond, but then you managed to nod your head and murmur, “Yes, Ari.” Your voice was hoarse from how much you’d cried already and a little part of you worried for how much more you’d cry if he ate your cunt with the same selfish, greedy desire with which he’d sucked your tits.
“That’s a good cock whore,” Ari rumbled, his eyes falling back to stare at your dripping slit. He spread your lower lips with his fingers, making your breath hitch as his breath ghosted over you sensitive skin. “All ya gotta do is lay there for me and take it.”
His thumb teased your clit by flicking lightly against the tip and watching as your whole body twitched. His blue eyes caught yours again, his mouth twisting in a cruel smirk.
“You can do that, can’t ya, sweetheart?” he asked in that deliciously condescending tone. “You’re so good at earning your keep on your back for me, aren’t ya, baby?”
Ari’s tone was mean and patronizing at the same time, and it only made your pussy flood with even more arousal, your cunt throbbing for attention. Your body squirmed and your lips parted to respond, but your words were swallowed by a moan when Ari dove forward, burying his face between your thighs and eating you out like a starved man.
“Daddy!” you cried, your fingers sliding into Ari’s hair and holding on tight. His mouth slipped against your swollen lower lips, his tongue thrusting deep into your hole while his nose bumped your clit and his beard rasped over your thighs. It was all too much after your trucker had deprived you for so long.
Ari wrapped his lips around your aching, needy clit and sucked hard, dragging your release out of the depths of your soul. Your back arched up off the bed, your head thrown back, a scream tearing past your lips as you shattered apart. It was pleasure like you’d never experienced it, all the time Ari spent edging you compounding to overwhelm you with wave after wave of bliss.
Aside from a pleasured groan from Ari as he drank down your arousal, though, your trucker didn’t acknowledge your release, just kept up his relentless assault on your cunt. There was no easing down for you, not when Ari seemed to redouble his efforts like he wanted you to scream for him until you had no voice left.
Like your tits, Ari ravished your cunt with his tongue and teeth, his mouth never ceasing to eat your pussy as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of your body. Your mind frayed at the edges, your cries for him devolving from words into senseless sounds, your body growing slick with sweat at the effort it took to come so many times.
Pleasure gave way to overstimulated pain, which wobbled back incomprehensibly to pleasure again when Ari thrust two fingers deep into your cunt. Your grip in his hair weakened, your body growing more and more exhausted with each earth-shattering release your trucker insisted on pulling from you. Your chest heaved and you fought to keep your eyes open, black nothingness creeping in around the edges of your vision.
“Ari,” you whimpered, a shaky hand smacking at the arm he’d banded over your lower stomach to keep you pinned to the bed—not that he’d needed it for the last half hour he’d spent eating your pussy while you’d lay limply beneath him. “Ari, please.”
“Not done yet, baby,” he growled, glaring up your body at your pleading expression. “Daddy’s nowhere near done ruining this cunt, so don’t even think about begging me to stop.” He sucked hard on your puffy, swollen clit, making you tilt your head back, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out hoarsely.
Not long after, you succumbed to your body’s exhaustion and passed out, your mind drifting away into the darkness of relief. It was a much-needed break from all the sensations Ari forced upon your body, your mind blissfully blank.
You didn’t know how long you languished in the darkness, just like you had no idea how long Ari had spent torturing your tits or tormenting your cunt.
Even in the darkness where you rested, you knew Ari was still using your body to his heart’s content. He’d been trapped in a truck with you for weeks without getting a chance to taste your cunt and he was ravenous. It didn’t matter that you weren’t conscious, he was going to keep on eating you out until he’d had his fill.
Ari eventually dragged you ruthlessly from your respite and you woke to the feeling of something gushing out of you. You shrieked in surprise, your arms and legs flailing against the weight of your trucker’s body as humiliation flooded through your body. You thought you’d wet yourself.
Looking down your body, you found Ari grinning and drinking down the juices squirting from your body. He had two fingers hooked deep in your cunt, rubbing against a spot inside you that lit up every nerve inside you. Belatedly, you realized what Ari had done—he’d made you squirt. For the first time ever.
The thought was fleeting, quickly consumed by the pleasure your trucker was coercing from your being with his hands and mouth. Your head fell back against the bed and you screamed your lungs out, Ari pounding away at your cunt with his fingers and wringing more essence from your body.
“Knew you’d be a squirter,” Ari crowed, lifting himself up on one hand so he could catch your eye. A smirk filled to the brim with arrogant male satisfaction curved his mouth as he stared down at you. “You were born for this, baby,” he went on, his eyes darkening with intensity. “Born to be my filthy little fucktoy—that’s why you were put on this earth, isn’t it, cock whore?”
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in fast little pants as you gasped for enough air to be able to form words. Ari’s fingers were slowly working in and out of your pussy, which was so overstimulated, you were nearly numb. Still, your inner walls were fluttering helplessly around him as he eked out the last dregs of pleasure from your release.
“Y-yours,” was the only word to slip past your lips, your tongue tripping over the single syllable. It was an answer to his question, but it was also a vow of loyalty. The vulnerability in the whispered word was the first hint at the depth of your feelings for the man above you.
Ari’s eyes flared, something dark and depraved that had been buried deep inside your trucker coming to the surface. His ring finger joined the two others already pumping deep into your pussy and he looked a little wild as a dirty grin spread across his face.
“You’re mine and you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, an undertone of ferocity in his tone. “You’d even let me see if I can fit my whole fist in this tight cunt of yours, huh, baby?”
Your eyes flew wide as your heart raced faster, your mouth parting to voice your uncertainty, but your protest died on your lips when Ari added a fourth finger to your cunt. The feeling of him stretching your aching hole had intense, heated pleasure washing through your body. There was a slight sting of pain, but it only made the pleasure stand out in sharper relief and you gasped for air.
It took a long moment for you to gather your thoughts from where they’d been scattered across Ari’s bedspread, your fingers digging into the soft cotton of the blanket to keep yourself grounded. You licked your lips and focused your gaze on your trucker.
You were messy from your innumerable releases, your body aching and exhausted from everything Ari had done to you, but you still felt desperately empty. You wanted him inside you, you wanted him to live out his wicked fantasy with you—him wanting it made you want to give it to him. You never would’ve expected the idea would turn you on, but in that moment, the thought of Ari fucking you with his fist made you nearly feral with desire.
Licking your dry lips, you held Ari’s gaze as you finally nodded and answered his question.
“Do it,” you whispered, your voice low and husky from all the crying and screaming you’d done. “See if it can fit—see if you can ruin my tight pussy with your fist, daddy.”
It was Ari’s turn for his eyes to widen, though only for the briefest of seconds. Then they were darkening, his pupils blowing wide as you proved, yet again, that you were his perfect, perverted match. His chuckle was dark and sinful, the sound as much assurance as any words that he planned to defile you and keep you as his corrupted little fucktoy for a very long time.
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbled, dropping his focus down to where his four fingers were still pumping lazily in and out of your hole. He started fucking you harder, not speeding up, but working your pussy more intentionally, spreading his fingers and forcing you to stretch around them. “Such a shameless little cock slut—so desperate to be filled you’ll even let me fill you with my fist.”
The sounds of your sopping pussy being fucked by his fingers were obscene, the loud squelching made possible by how soaking wet you’d gotten when Ari made you squirt for him. You were too far gone to feel any ounce of embarrassment—it was too fucking filthy, the noises of your cunt getting fucked filling your ears and making you flood even more around Ari’s fingers.
“That’s it, baby, I can feel your cunt gushing for me,” Ari rumbled, his gaze focused on where his fingers were plunging inside you. He tucked his thumb into his hand and added it to the rest as he worked you pussy open. “Can’t wait to see your pretty little cunt stretched around my fist, fucktoy—christ.” He bit off his words in a curse as your hole stretched for him, practically sucking on his hand and begging him to plunge further inside.
Meanwhile, all you could do was thrash your head from side to side, your fingers gripping the blanket so tightly you were in danger of losing feeling in them. Your legs were splayed wide open around Ari’s broad body, your thighs trembling, your tits bouncing with every determined thrust of his fingers.
“Da-ddy,” you moaned brokenly, your hips bearing down on his hand, nearly taking all of it inside you. When he didn’t push inside, you let out a sob, tears trickling down your temples. You felt so empty, all you could think about was how good it’d feel to be full of Ari’s big, thick fist. “Need it, daddy, need your fist—please,” you whined in a hoarse, desperate whimper.
“Fuck yeah, cock whore, beg for my fucking fist,” Ari growled, shoving his hand harder against the opening of your cunt, pounding against the entrance with wicked determination. “Gonna train your hole to take it so I can bury my cock in your tight little ass and feel you fucking choke my dick with my fist in your cunt—how’s that sound, baby?”
At that moment, Ari’s big fist finally pushed past the last of your pussy’s resistance, shoving his thick hand into your fluttering cunt and making you scream. It was a broken, raspy cry, your throat too overused to manage anything more. Your mind blanked as your body processed the feeling of overwhelming fullness, the stinging pain of the stretch and, as a pleasurable heat radiated through your limbs, you decided you liked it. You really liked it.
An indecent moan tumbled from your lips, and it took a moment to realize that the new pulses of pleasure coming from your cunt were the result of Ari rubbing your clit with his thumb in lazy little circles. With a great amount of effort, you wrenched your eyelids open, finding your trucker kneeling between your spread legs, his eyes alight with a depraved desire as he watched your face.
When he saw you open your eyes, he smirked and rumbled, “There’s my filthy whore.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a groan of pleasure as Ari began moving his hand inside you, fucking you slowly with his fist, making you feel every inch of him in your body.
“You really are a gross, disgusting little thing, aren’t you baby?” Ari asked, his tone almost conversational, if not for the gruffness that belied his own arousal. Without pausing to let you even try to respond, he went on. “You begged a filthy trucker like me to fist your tight little cunt and now you’re getting off on it—you’re gonna come from letting me abuse your sweet little hole, huh?”
“Yuh huh, uh huh,” was all you could manage in response, your mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to form real words. Other parts of your body still worked, though, your hips rocking against Ari’s fist, fucking yourself on his hand while he shoved in and out of your cunt.
Your mindlessness only seemed to amuse Ari, who laughed at your braindead sounds as he leaned down over you so you were staring up into his handsome face. He was the only thing you could see, your vision narrowed to the glint in his blue eyes, the curve of his smirking mouth, and you had the wild thought that your trucker wasn’t just your king, but your god.
Something shifted in Ari’s gaze, like he was flinching away from the devotion in your expression. But your trucker wasn’t one to show weakness, and when he did, it made him angry. Suddenly, his face twisted with rage and he started fucking you harder, the thrusting of his fist in your cunt nearly punishing.
“You deserve this, baby,” he growled. “You got in my truck and you stayed in my truck, then you came home with me,” he seethed like he was outraged at you for what you’d done. His whole expression darkened with fury as he pounded into your cunt with his fist. “You asked for this, so you fucking deserve to be used like a gross little fucktoy by a dirty trucker like me.”
Ari’s thumb rubbed your puffy, abused clit, fucking you with his fist buried in your cunt, and your entire world splintered apart. Your mouth opened wide in a silent scream as your entire body went taut, your pussy clenching down so hard on Ari’s hand that he couldn’t move it anymore—but his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit. The most intense orgasm of your life dragged on and on, waves of pleasure crashing through your body until your vision whited out entirely.
It was with a fierce determination that you clawed your way back to awareness, the sight of Ari’s face limned in golden light the first thing you saw.
“Thank you, god,” you mumbled, barely knowing what you were saying or why. All you knew was that you enjoyed the deep rumble of Ari’s low laughter, his mood shifting as swiftly as the wind.
“You did well, baby,” Ari murmured, kissing your swollen and clumsy lips. It was like his fury had been swept away by the ocean of your pleasure, and you were left reeling a little. However, you were quickly distracted by the feeling of him carefully pulling his hand from your pussy.
You groaned into his mouth at the emptiness he left behind, and he swallowed the sound down, still laughing lightly at your mindlessness. But Ari’s sweetness didn’t last long, his own desire apparent in the way he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth and taking control.
“Now it’s my turn,” he muttered darkly when he pulled away. Your sluggish mind didn’t know what to make of his words until he was rolling you over onto your stomach. You flopped down on a stretch of clean, dry bedspread and sank into it, inhaling the barest hint of Ari’s musky scent, relaxing even more on instinct.
You felt Ari’s wet knuckles graze your ass and then he was spreading you open, the broad tip of his cock pushing against your tight rosebud. You could feel he was slick and imagined he’d used the fist that had been inside you to coat himself in your juices. Slowly, he sank into your body, getting no resistance from your tightest hole because you were too exhausted to clench up.
“That’s it, filthy slut, take daddy’s cock like a perfect little fucktoy,” he grunted as he plunged inside. When he was buried to the root, he grunted his pleasure. Already you could feel his length twitching, the many hours of edging himself catching up to Ari. “Just lay there and let daddy use you—it’s the least ya can do for me, sweetheart, for how many times I made you come.”
You huffed a tired laugh at that, knowing Ari made you come so many times for his amusement more than your own. Still, you couldn’t help but notice that his voice didn’t sound as mean and ruthless as it normally did. You weren’t sure if it was your own exhaustion or if he was actually softening a little bit, but you were too tired to ruminate on it, instead focusing on how good it felt for Ari to fuck your ass.
It wasn’t long before your trucker was groaning in your ear and pounding into your ass, the sound of his skin smacking against your own filling the room.
You were wrung out, exhausted and had come more times than you could count, but Ari forced one last release from you, his fingers digging beneath your body and rubbing your abused clit until you were sobbing and shuddering through one final release, your clenching ass milking every last drop of come from your trucker’s balls as he spilled inside you.
Then, you let the darkness overtake you again, falling willingly into its restful embrace knowing you were safe at home with your trucker.
-~-~-
When you came to, you were surrounded by warmth, the familiar scent of Ari enveloping you. His bare chest was pressed to your back, his arms circling your body and holding you close. For once, you were sitting in his lap and his cock wasn’t inside you.
Drowsily, you blinked your eyes open, finding you and Ari were submerged in a large bathtub in the bathroom you hadn’t seen yet. The warm, golden light of sunset was filling the room and you took in your surroundings. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom wasn’t modern, though you couldn’t say how old it was. Still, it was neat and much cleaner than any of the bathrooms you’d used while on the road.
Stretching your limbs languidly, you delighted in the slight soreness in your body, feeling like you’d been put through an intense workout, though nothing you couldn’t handle. Your skin felt lightly chafed, like Ari had scrubbed you down in the perfectly heated water—and based on the pruning of your fingers, you’d been in the bath long enough for him to have cleaned you both.
Relaxing back into Ari’s arms, you hummed softly with contentment and craned your neck against his shoulder to press a kiss to the underside of his beard, just along the freshly trimmed edge.
“Did you mean it?” your trucker asked in gruff, gravelly voice, like he was dredging the words up from the very depths of his dark heart.
You made a questioning sound, burying your face in his beard and nuzzling your mean and no-longer-filthy trucker. It surprised you how much you missed the muskiness of his scent when he’d been on the road and unable to bathe as much. You pushed that thought aside and refocused on Ari.
“When you said you wanted to stay,” he clarified, “Did you mean it?”
“I did,” you answered simply, curling up and turning your body so you could lay your cheek against Ari’s chest. His heartbeat sounded a little unsteady in his ribcage, faster than usual. You placed your palm over his sternum, the gesture meant to be comforting, as you asked, “Do you think you’ll ever believe it?”
A frustrated sound rumbled deep in Ari’s chest and his arms tightened around you. “I’m trying,” he rasped, the sound desperate, almost pleading. He cleared his throat before repeating himself in a calmer tone, “I’m trying.”
Sitting up, you cupped Ari’s face in both your hands, your fingers scratching lightly through the beard along his jaw in the way you knew he liked. With a faint smile curling your lips, you stared into your trucker’s eyes, willing him to hear the words you were about to say.
“You’re my king, Ari,” you said in a quiet, but determined tone. “I live to serve you—and I’m happy to do so.”
Ari’s gaze roved over your expression for a long moment before his mouth curved into an arrogant smirk.
“Does that mean you’ll do anything I want, baby?” he asked, a familiar mocking seeping into his tone. “You gonna stay with me and let me do all the gross, disgusting things I want to your body?” His voice was almost warm, and you couldn’t help the happiness that bloomed in your heart.
An impish smile spread across your face and it was with great effort that you held back a giggle.
“Yes, daddy,” you said in the most serious tone you could manage, which wasn’t very serious at all with your mouth widening into a happy grin.
Ari pulled you in close with his arms around your waist and he captured your mouth in a searing kiss. It was slow and heated, quickly burning brighter and faster. His tongue slipped past your lips, staking a claim on your body as well as your heart and soul.
You knew it would take Ari time to truly believe you weren’t going anywhere, but you also knew you were going to enjoy every moment of proving to him that you wanted to stay with him. And while you were at his house, you planned to do everything in your power to show your trucker that you wanted to be a part of his life—that you were eager to build a life together with him.
You were determined to make his home your home, and be a safe harbor for his heart, just like he was for yours.
-~-~-
In the week that followed your first day at home with Ari, you learned quite a lot about your trucker that you never would have on the road.
For instance, you were shocked to discover that Ari cooked—and he cooked well. Which was good because you were hopeless in the kitchen, though that didn’t stop him from putting you to work.
While he chopped veggies and seared steaks, you kept Ari company. That meant you did whatever Ari wanted you to do to amuse him. Sometimes he sat you on the counter and fed you bites of what he was making, asking your opinion on it, which you gave honestly.
More often than not, though, Ari liked putting you on your knees on the unforgiving linoleum of his kitchen. He’d make you degrade yourself by humping against his leg, your mouth tasked with keeping his cock warm while he cooked.
Ari would chuckle at the desperate little whines that would slip from your lips when he stepped away to grab something from the fridge. He’d move back to you slowly, taking his time before sliding his cock back inside your mouth, filling you up while his leg pressed against your messy cunt.
“That’s a good cock whore,” he’d coo condescendingly, patting your head before going back to what he was doing.
You always knew when dinner was almost ready because Ari would fuck your mouth, shoving his cock deep into your throat despite the way you choked and gagged on his hard length. Your head would bang against the cabinets at your back until Ari grabbed your head with both hands, holding you still while you skull-fucked you until he emptied his balls into your mouth.
When he was done, he’d wrap a hand around your throat and drag you up from the floor, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his lips. You’d take care of his cock for him, gently putting it back in his pants and zipping him up while he stared deep into your eyes, which would be hazy with unslaked need.
“Did you enjoy your appetizer, kiddo?” he’d ask meanly, pressing two fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making sure you swallowed every drop of his come.
“Yes, daddy,” you’d mumble around his fingers, the corners of your mouth curling in a sweet smile.
It’d always make Ari chuckle, his hands releasing you before swatting your ass lightly and sending you to sit at the table while he finished making dinner.
Everything Ari cooked was delicious, and you ate it eagerly. The nights when you sat down to dinner with the taste of his come on your tongue were your favorite. Somehow, eating his food with his come in your belly made it all the more satisfying.
-~-~-
A few days after Ari brought you home, he took you shopping for new clothes to replace the wardrobe you’d left behind when he took you. It was a relief to get some clothes of your own, but since Ari had taken your phone and wallet that first night and never returned them, he was the one paying. And since he was paying, he insisted he should have final say over everything you bought.
You weren’t all that surprised to learn that Ari wanted to put you in the sluttiest outfits he could find. He picked out short skirts that barely covered your ass, thin tops that left little about your tits to the imagination, and tight, tiny dresses that made you look like you worked at a strip club.
The clothes Ari liked were a far cry from what you typically wore, but you found you didn’t mind them as much as you would’ve expected. It helped that Ari’s eyes flared with arousal whenever you tried on one of the slutty dresses he’d picked out.
While you put on a fashion show in the changing room, he had to adjust himself every time you came out in a new outfit, and yet you could still see his thick bulge pressing against his zipper. It gave you a rush of pride and power, and it made you love everything he’d picked out for you.
Still, you found your eyes drifting to some pretty floral dresses. They weren’t anything like the slutty clothes Ari had gravitated to, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting something soft and sweet to wear sometimes.
If Ari saw you looking at the dresses, you didn’t know it.
A few hours into your shopping trip, you noticed Ari hadn’t bought you any bras or underwear and when you asked your trucker about it, he told you he didn’t want you wearing them. They’d just get in his way.
You were looking at some sexy lingerie, and you held it up, turning to your trucker and asking, “Wouldn’t you like to see me in a pretty, lacy little matching set, all dolled up just for you, daddy?” A teasing smile curved your lips, but your trucker didn’t seem swayed.
“I like seeing you in my shirts or nothing at all,” Ari said, nothing but genuine honesty in his voice as his eyes raked down your body. You knew from the heat of his gaze that he was picturing you dressed how he’d said—wearing one of his t-shirts or flannels, or wearing nothing at all.
Your heart stuttered in your chest before it began galloping, his words, which were almost nice, sinking in and making you desperate to show him how much you appreciated them. Tossing the lingerie aside, you dragged Ari into the dressing room and pushed him down onto the bench in one of the stalls.
While you bounced on his cock, he wrapped a hand around your throat, choking you hard and cutting off your air to keep you quiet enough not to get caught. He came with a quiet groan while you trembled through your own release, your cunt clenching his cock hard and eagerly taking all of his come.
When you were both sated, you kissed Ari hard, relishing the way his beard scraped against your cheeks. He held you pinned to his chest, kissing you back just as hard.
You stumbled out of the dressing room with beard burn on your cheeks and a dazed smile on your face, but you couldn’t care less if everyone in the store knew what you and your trucker had done. It had felt too good to defile the dressing room and thank him for his compliment.
It wasn’t until you got home and were putting away all the clothing Ari had purchased that you found some of the pretty floral dresses you’d eyed amid the haul. A smile stretched across your face and you quickly finished your task before you went looking for Ari to show him again how much you appreciated everything he did and said to take care of you and give you what you wanted.
-~-~-
You were only a little surprised to learn that Ari liked waking you up with his mouth on your pussy almost as much as he liked waking you up by pumping you full of come. He’d emptied himself into you most mornings while you were on the road, but he had nowhere to be while you were at home, and he enjoyed eating you out until you woke to the feeling of coming apart on his tongue.
Although Ari typically woke before you, there were a few rare occasions when you were up before him. You took full advantage, sneaking down his broad, hairy body before taking his soft cock into your mouth. You loved playing with him while he was sleeping, your mean trucker peaceful for a short time.
You’d gently lick and kiss and suckle on Ari’s cock, coaxing him to harden in your warm, wet mouth. You loved the feeling of him growing inside you, turning you on and making you wet as you worked his cock.
Those mornings were your only opportunity to really take your time worshipping your trucker’s cock the way you felt Ari deserved. When he was awake, he always needed to take control, setting the pace of how you sucked his cock, how he fucked you, all of it.
But when Ari was sleeping, you had all the power. And you chose to use it to worship at the altar of Ari’s cock and balls, lavishing them with your tongue and lips, getting them nice and wet and messy, covered in your drool mixing with his precum. You spent a long, long time suckling his sac gently in your mouth, feeling the weight of his balls on your tongue, before tracing every vein of his shaft until you’d committed it to memory.
You’d do everything you could to make sure Ari didn’t wake up, so you could play with his cock as long as you wanted. You knew that once he woke, he’d take over, and while you loved the way he dominated every bit of your body, you enjoyed worshipping him, too.
What you didn’t know was that Ari almost always woke long before he made it known to you. He’d lay there, pretending he was still asleep, and let you do whatever you wanted to his cock. It surprised him each time, not just that you were still in his bed, but that you were willingly sucking his cock. And not just sucking it, but adoring it.
For you, he could push down his need to dominate, at least for a little while.
-~-~-
Almost a week into being at Ari’s, you were surprised at how difficult it was to ask him for something you’d been thinking about since those first few nights in his rig. It took you some time, a few days of settling into a routine at Ari’s house, but one night after your trucker had fucked you six ways from Sunday, you gathered your courage to ask.
“Daddy, can I have a collar?”
As soon as the question slipped past your lips, you wished you could gather the words back up and hide them under your tongue. Silence hung between you and your trucker for a moment, and you hoped he’d already fallen asleep so he wouldn’t hear the thread of aching want in your tone.
Sure, Ari had shown you on a few occasions that he was willing to give you what you wanted—the floral dresses and the fact that he kept your favorite candy stocked in his house were proof enough. But you’d never explicitly asked him for anything. And you weren’t sure how he’d respond to a direct request.
“A collar?” Ari mumbled, stirring beneath you like he was dragging himself away from the edge of sleep.
He was laying on his back, his arm banded around your waist to hold your body sprawled across his broad chest. Your face was half smushed into his beefy pecs, your fingertips stroking idly through the dark hair that was slightly damp with sweat from the vigorous ways he’d fucked you.
Your fingertips stilled when you heard him speak, and you held your breath, waiting for his reaction.
“What d’ya want a collar for, kiddo?” he asked. His big arms dragged your body up his chest until your cheek was pressed to his mouth. He brushed a sleepy kiss to your skin, making you sigh happily.
His mouth worked against your cheek and the rasp of his beard drew a breathy giggle from your lips. It was so rare for Ari to be so sweet and playful, but if you sank into it, you’d never be able to answer his question. So you turned your face, burying it in Ari’s neck as you considered how to respond. Finally, you settled on the truth.
“I liked when you used your belt as a collar on me,” you murmured, referencing that first night in his rig. Your voice was quieter than a whisper, but since your mouth was so close to his ear, you knew Ari could hear you. “I liked when you tied me to you or tied me up inside the truck, and I…” You paused collecting your thoughts. “I want that again.”
Ari’s hands skimmed down the sides of your body and back up while he hummed a sound of acknowledgment. His thumbs brushed the edges of your nipples and you sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t seem to notice or care about the way his hands were warming your body with renewed desire.
“Let me get this straight,” he started, his voice roughened with almost-sleep and making him sound more menacing. That only served to stoke a new heat to life between your thighs. “You want to stay with me, but you want me to tie you up like I think you’re gonna run from me?” he rumbled, confusion clear in his voice. “I thought you wanted me to trust that you wanted to stay, baby?”
You turned your trucker’s words over in your mind trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong in your explanation. Lifting your head from where it had been buried in Ari’s neck, you let your gaze take in his expression, which was a little guarded and plenty confused. You shook your head slowly, your eyes holding his gaze.
“I want to wear something that marks me as yours, Ari,” you explained, choosing your words carefully, trying to express the desire buried deep in your heart. “I want to be bound to you forever, and I want something that reminds both of us of that bond.”
Ari tilted his head on the pillow where he lay, staring at you for a second before a grin tugged up the corners of his mouth, his blue eyes sparkling with playfulness. “Y’know, baby,” he drawled, his grin deepening into an almost mocking expression. “I think most girls would be askin’ for a ring and a wedding, not a collar.”
For a long moment, you were stunned by Ari’s words. You hadn’t even made the connection between your desire and the similarities to getting married. You hardly dared to imagine a day when your trucker would put a ring on your finger, so it was an immense surprise that he’d be the first to bring it up.
Overwhelmed with emotion, you dropped your head to his neck, burying your face in his beard. Before you could think better of it, you sank your teeth into Ari’s beard until they hit skin, biting down on your trucker until a growl rumbled in his chest. The vibrations and his chest hair teased your nipples into tight peaks, the heat between your thighs growing more insistent.
“You can give me a ring later, daddy,” you murmured in a husky voice when you finally pulled away from Ari’s beard. “Maybe in a couple years.” Your words were light and breathy as you laughed into the underside of his jaw.
Ari flipped you over with a growl, his hips slotting perfectly between your thighs, his hard cock sliding between the swollen and drenched folds of your cunt. “What the fuck have you done to me, woman?” he seethed, lining the head of his cock up with your tight hole and sliding inside without needing to reach down to guide it in.
His words were lost to the haze of your mind, pleasure overwhelming your body as he split you open on his big cock. All you could manage was to arch your spine and press down on his hard length, taking him deeper into the center of your being.
“Never thought about marriage or rings before,” he fumed, sounding like he was talking to himself. He might as well have been since the way he fucked you, roughly driving your body into the mattress, made it impossible for you to respond. “But a few weeks with you and I wanna make you mine in every fucking way possible.”
Each of Ari’s words were punctuated by a short, brutal thrust, his hips snapping into yours to bury his cock as deep in your cunt as possible. He fucked you like he was furious with you, and you loved it. You clung to his biceps as he pounded into you, your nails digging into his skin in a way that only made him fuck you harder, until tears sprang to your eyes at the delicious combination of pain and pleasure.
“Fine, baby, I’ll get you a collar,” Ari rumbled, ducking down to lick up the tears that splashed onto your cheeks, a rumbling groan of pleasure reverberating in his beefy chest. “I’ll get you a tag with my name on it.” His lips replaced his tongue as your trucker brushed sweet kisses to the apples of your cheeks while you cried harder, his cock pummeling your cunt like he wanted to imprint himself in your body. “But one day I’m gonna put a ring on your fucking finger and you’re gonna take my last name—and you’ll be all fucking mine.”
Ari wrapped one of his big hands around your throat and you let out a helpless moan, staring up at your trucker while he hovered above you. There was a wild look in his eye that matched the feral way he fucked you like a beast. Your heart thumped in your chest, devotion and something you weren’t yet ready to name thrumming through your body.
A smile curled the edges of your mouth and Ari’s eyes darkened.
“Ya gonna let me do all that, baby?” Ari hissed over the sound of his thighs slapping against yours. He tried to mask his emotions in fury, but you knew your trucker well enough to see the incredulity hidden beneath. The bed under you creaked, but neither of you paid it any mind. “Ya want daddy to claim you in every way he can think of, kiddo?”
“Yes, daddy,” you cried on a gasp, not needing to think your answer through before voicing it. In fact, you had some ideas of your own for how he could claim you and they slipped past your lips, coming out as a choked whine. “Tattoo your name over my heart—mark me, Ari, claim me forever.”
“Oh fuck,” Ari grunted, his cock twitching inside you. Your trucker clearly liked the idea and you couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that pulled on your lips. His eyes blazed when he saw the expression. “You’re a gross, filthy little fucktoy, ya know that, baby?” he growled seconds before capturing your lips in a fierce kiss.
Ari rutted into you, squeezing your throat in his hand and licking away your tears in between claiming your mouth with his own. It wasn’t long before he came, groaning as he spilled his come deep in your cunt.
Heat filled you as your own pleasure crested, and in the split second before you followed him over the edge, you had the wild thought that one day you wanted him to plant his seed in womb until it takes. You wanted him to knock you up until you were swelling with his child. You wanted him to claim you in the most primal and ancient way possible.
But that was a conversation for a long time in the future. Your IUD was still very much in place, and keeping you from getting pregnant. You knew that was for the best.
Still, in that moment, the thought of Ari knocking you up turned you on so much that it sent you careening into an ocean of pleasure, wave after wave of bliss washing over you. A choked cry fled your lips as you came, your body clenching tight and milking every drop of your trucker’s come into the depths of your cunt.
When your pleasure had ebbed, Ari collapsed on top of you, rolling onto his side and gathering you up against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, the gesture sweet enough that you knew it was an answer to your initial question. Happily, you snuggled into his warm chest and the two of you fell asleep together.
The next morning, you sat in Ari’s lap in the recliner chair in his living room and the two of you picked out a few collars together from some online stores.
One was a thick black leather collar, with a metal loop that Ari could attach a leash to, which he also added to his cart. He’d be able to tie your collar to his belt loop, like he’d done those first few nights in his rig, or wrap a chain around his bed frame and tie you to it while you were at his house.
Another collar was a slip chain that Ari could pull to choke you. That one excited both of you, especially since it looked like a normal necklace, which meant you could wear it out in public. The thought that Ari could choke you whenever and wherever he wanted turned both of you on.
The last collar was a delicate chain necklace with a heart pendant attached. The sweet heart-shaped tag would be engraved with ‘Baby’ on the front, while the back would have Ari’s full name and phone number. In case you got lost, he said with a chuckle. The best part of that one was it had a locking mechanism in the back, so only Ari would be able to put it on and take it off.
Once the orders were placed for your new collars, you slid out of Ari’s lap and down to the floor. Kneeling at his feet between his thighs, you lowered your face to the bulge in his pants, intent on showing your trucker how much you appreciated him for giving you what you wanted.
-~-~-
As time went on, the bungalow by the beach started to feel properly like home. It helped that your trucker had fucked you on every surface of his house, but it was the small things that really made you feel like you belonged—your clothes hanging in his closet, your favorite foods in his kitchen, the swing waiting to be hung up on the front porch.
It had been about a month since Ari had first picked you up and your old life never felt further away. You were content with letting it slip away into your past, focusing instead on building your new life with your trucker. But fate was a fickle thing, and it seemed your old life wasn’t so willing to let you go.
One evening, a week or so after Ari first brought you home, you were sitting in his lap in his recliner, his cock buried in your ass while a baseball game played on the massive TV in the living room. Your back was to Ari’s chest, a blanket pulled over your front since it was a cold spring night. He played idly with your pussy, teasing your folds with light touches while you dozed.
However, you jolted awake when your name came from the TV. Wrenching your eyes open, you were met with the sight of a news anchor reporting a story of a missing girl with your picture posted on the screen next to their head.
Ari must’ve roused too, because his arms wrapped tightly around your front, holding you pinned to his lap. Together, you watched the news report in rapt silence.
“Police have arrested the missing girl’s boyfriend on suspicion of murder,” the anchor reported, the image of your face dissolving into footage of your ex being taken into custody. His face was twisted with rage and, though there was no sound, you could read his lips protesting his innocence.
“As a reminder, she was last seen along highway 78, though police reports indicate her boyfriend was the last to see her there when he forced her out of his vehicle.” The anchor paused for a moment before continuing, the picture on the screen shifting back to them at their desk. A phone number appeared along the bottom of the screen. “If anyone has any information, or has seen the missing girl, please call the number on screen.”
Your photo filled the screen, and you took a moment to look at yourself. The image had been pulled from one of your social media profiles, it was a selfie you’d taken and sent to your ex. When he hadn’t replied, you’d posted it online hoping for the attention you’d craved. Though you were smiling in the picture, there was a sadness in your eyes that you realized you hadn’t felt in a few weeks.
Not since Ari picked you up and kept you.
Gratefulness filled your chest, making your heart feel like it was floating. You sank back into Ari’s body, so consumed with how much happier you were in your new life that you hadn’t noticed he’d paused the live report on the shot of your face and the tip line number. You were brought back to the present by your trucker’s voice in your ear.
“Everyone thinks you’re dead,” he mumbled, like he was talking to himself. There was something in his voice that you didn’t recognize.
Shifting your head on his shoulder, you turned and craned your neck so you could see Ari’s expression. He looked like he was deep in thought, something like glee hidden beneath the contemplation etched into the lines of his face.
Your trucker’s words finally made the rest of the news report sink in.
Not only did everyone think you were dead, but your ex had been arrested on suspicion of murder—your murder. The police thought he’d killed you. It seemed like everyone thought he’d killed you.
Guilt roiled in your stomach at the thought of your ex sitting in jail while you were sitting on Ari’s lap. You were alive and well and doing better than you ever had while you’d been with your ex. And you tended to believe that the best revenge was living well, so you felt like you knew what you had to do.
“We should probably tell someone I’m not dead,” you said, threading your fingers through Ari’s beard and pulling his face to look at you. His eyes snapped into focus and he stared down into your face. You could tell the moment he realized you felt guilty, a devious smirk curving his lips.
“Now, why would we do that?” he asked in an arrogant drawl.
Your heart stuttered in your chest, your mouth turning down at the corners into a frown as you stared at your trucker in confusion. “Because I’m not?” you said, though the inflection of your tone made the statement sound more like a question. You weren’t sure what Ari was getting at, but it made you nervous.
Ari’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that was clearly meant to soothe you, but that evil smile on his face only made you more uncertain.
“Your little shit of an ex could have killed you,” Ari growled, the reality of his words wiping the smirk from his face. His expression twisted into one of fury as he continued to speak. “You could’ve frozen to death or been picked up by someone much, much worse than me.” His arm around your waist tightened, holding you so firmly it nearly hurt. “He deserves to fucking rot in prison for the danger he put you in.”
The vehemence of Ari’s tone made it clear he was serious. He truly believed your ex was getting what he deserved because even if he didn’t kill you, he could have with his actions. And that was a criminal offense in Ari’s eyes.
It was fucked up, but your heart surged with affection for your trucker. You pulled him down for a kiss using your grip on his beard, showing him with your mouth just how much you liked his way of showing he cared. It was a little awkward, with the way your neck was craned, but you didn’t care.
When you pulled away, you were breathing harshly and desperate to go back to what you and Ari had been doing before the news report came on the TV. However, there was a niggling thought in your brain and you couldn’t help asking the question that seemed most obvious to you.
“Won’t they just let him go when someone figures out I’m not dead?”
Another devious smirk slashed across Ari’s face, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat so he could ensure you stayed looking at him. Instead of answering your question, he asked one of his own.
“You said you wanted to stay with me, you said you wanted to be mind forever—did you mean it, baby?”
Unlike that first night when Ari had asked you something similar, he no longer sounded uncertain or insecure. Instead, Ari’s question sounded more like he was checking in with you, like he finally trusted you and was simply making sure nothing had changed. Hope spread warmly through your body and you smiled at your trucker.
“Yes, Ari,” you said easily, genuine honesty plain in your voice. “I meant it.”
Ari’s smirk bloomed into a wide grin, greedy delight and something like authentic happiness sparkling in his eyes. He kissed you, quick and fierce, like he was rewarding your honesty and thanking you for it at the same time.
When he pulled away, he kept your neck craned so he could watch your face, while his other hand drifted down to settle between your thighs. Beneath you, he rocked his hips, fucking into your ass hard enough to make you gasp.
“I have some friends that can help us, baby,” Ari said, his fingers diving into your cunt and teasing you open. They felt so thick inside you, your hole feeling smaller with his big cock buried in your ass. “They’ll help me give you what you want, but it’ll come at a price.”
Words escaped you, leaving you to moan mindlessly. You stared into Ari’s eyes, mesmerized by the beauty of your trucker while he fucked you like his own personal fucktoy. All you could do was sit on his lap and take his cock and his fingers, and you did so gladly. He was your king and you’d do anything he said.
“You willing to do anything I tell ya, baby?” he asked, his mouth curving into another depraved smirk. Your trucker began grinding the heel of his palm against your clit while he fucked you with his fingers and cock. “Even if it means I let my friends have free use of your holes for a whole night?”
A shiver of desire raced down your spine and your whole body clenched tight at the delicious thought of Ari using your body to pay his friends. He grunted, fucking you harder and wringing a loud, filthy moan from your mouth. He cut off the sound by squeezing your throat, grinning at you as you spluttered and clenched around his fingers and cock.
When he eased up enough to finally let you answer his questions, you nodded, words falling from your lips so fast they almost stumbled over each other.
“I’ll do anything for you, daddy,” you said on a gasp as you pulled in some much-needed air. Your mind was swimming in a haze of pleasure, both from his words and from the way he perfectly worked your body. “I’ll do anything to stay with you, Ari, I promise.”
Your eyes slid closed, your words dissolving into another moan as Ari’s hand slapped against your clit while he fucked your cunt with his fingers. Your ass was bouncing on his cock and it was too much, it felt too good. But his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck had you wrenching your eyes open, finding Ari’s blue eyes flaring with emotion.
You saw it in Ari’s gaze. Your trucker finally—finally—believed you. He believed you wanted to stay with him, and that you would do anything for him. From the look in his eye and the ruthless way he fucked you with intent, Ari was going to make you keep all your promises to him.
You couldn’t wait. Because it meant you were staying with your trucker. Forever.