Mine
WARNING: HIGHLY HIGHLY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
PLEASE NOTICE: This is more rough than Eva has been in the past, so heed the warning. It's completely consensual, but rough and a bit mean. I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND JENN! THANKS SOOO MUCH FOR ALL YOU DO FOR THE EMINEM FANFIC COMMUNITY!!
NOTES: This is an interlude in the Eva series! This takes place *right* *before* the start of Prisoner. I suppose it's more a Prologue to Prisoner, if you want to say that. Sort of explains how she got tied up to the bed in the first place.
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He'd been watching her move for over an hour. She'd done just about everything she could think of- swayed her hips, undulated her pelvis, thrust her heaving chest out, but he'd just stood there, still, in the shadows.
Her hands had moved down her body, traveled over the others' bodies, caressed other women's heaving breasts as much as her own. She'd grinded against any guy she could until she had them panting and begging her for more.
Her body was alive and pulsing with need, the blood rushing through her labia making them ache. Her hardened nipples were sore to the touch and still she caressed them and rubbed against men's chests. But *nothing* made him move.
His cock was throbbing, practically bursting through his jeans and making him bite his lip in frustration, but still he watched her. Her eyes were thick with lust and every person that dared *touch* his goddess thought that look was because of something they did. But it wasn't. It was because she'd felt his heated gaze find her in the crowd the *second* he'd opened the door and entered the club.
She felt his eyes boring through her body as his pulsing manhood always did.
Her body tingled with the knowledge that he desired her so completely and that he was *watching* *staring* mesmerized.
Nothing made him move.
Until one daring male pushed her short skirt up around her waist to expose her aching, pulsing bare flesh.
He was across the room, had grabbed her hair and was yanking her in back in less than two seconds.
"Lemme go," she pleaded, but it was all for show. The second his hands had buried themselves in her hair, she'd felt the rush of fluids insides and she couldn't stop them to save her life. Just the thought of his touch made her insides quiver and contract on themselves. She couldn't remember being that turned on by him *ever*.
He burst through the ladies bathroom and locked the door to the entire place behind him.
"You think you're gonna fuckin' let them *touch* you?!" He snarled, slamming her against the back of the door. "Huh?"
"Baby-"
His lips stopped her words as his tongue thrust inside her mouth possessively tasting each part of her. Meanwhile his hands tore the shirt from her body and she yelled in pain when his hands ferociously abused her tender breasts.
"Shut up," he snarled. "Let them touch you like that, NEVER."
Her body was trembling with need as his mouth devoured her flesh. "You're MINE," he growled in her ear. "*Mine* to fuck," he stated before biting down on her aching nipple.
"EM! PLEASE!" She shouted when the bite turned to vicious sucking that left her breast blushing red and bruised.
Her knees buckled at the mere sound of his zipper and she reached for his belt but he grabbed her wrist. "*I* say when," he informed her before roughly attacking her mouth and ripping her skirt from her body.
"Please-" she started but could only scream and bite his shoulder when three fingers plunged into her depths. Her body started sliding down the door, but his knee between her legs and one hand slamming her shoulder against the door held her tight as she rode his fingers, bucking helplessly against them until she was about to- "No," she whimpered in tears when he pulled away.
He thrust the fingers in her mouth then and her tongue immediately started sucking, as if it were his throbbing penis. "TASTE that!" He commanded. "*That* is for *me*, *only*. Got it?!"
She nodded as he thrust his fingers practically down her throat and her body slid down onto his knee. Her hips undulated and rocked her flowing cunt against his thigh before he roughly threw her to the ground.
"You're MINE!" He ordered again, before pouncing on her aching, trembling body. Her wrists were pinned above her head as her heated flesh was shocked by the cool of the bathroom tiles.
All thought was lost when he drove through her body with his hard cock. His hips were ruthless and calculating and her legs wrapped around him even as he bruised her wrists above her head by his force.
She bit her lip and could only concentrate on the feel of his cock's brutal rhythm inside her aching passage. "*Please*, Marsh, por favor-" she whimpered and mewled.
"You feel me?" He asked, his voice rough.
"Yes, yes- siempre-"
"You feel my dick inside you? HUH? Feel how fuckin' *wet* it makes you? How the *thought* of it pumping inside you and filling you up makes you practically come?"
"Yes, yes- por favor-"
"You're *mine*, Eva. *Know* that. No other guy's dick belongs here- *no* one's. Tell me that."
"Por favor-" she begged.
He grabbed her hair and forced her to open her eyes. "TELL ME!" He bellowed.
"Marshall-"
He slapped her and growled. "*TELL* ME, BITCH!"
"Yours," she cried. "Para ti."
Satisfied, he smiled. "*That's* right," he agreed and plunged his tongue into her mouth again as he slammed inside her again and again, not wanting to stop. "This the *only* dick you fuck," he ordered her roughly.
"Marrrshallll-" She cooed.
"NO," he growled.
"Marrrshalll-"
"*NO*," he yelled, not wanting to her hear her sweet voice.
"WAKE UP!" She yelled, pouncing on top of him.
He opened his eyes with a start. "Eva-" he said, trying to clear his mind.
"This for me?" She smiled, pumping his cock in her hand.
The dawn's light surrounded her, bathed her skin and made her glow.
It was all wrong.
All wrong.
He grabbed her hips and flipped them roughly so he could pin her down.
"Ooo, I *love* growly Marshall," she whispered hungrily.
"Do you now?" He asked with an evil grin.
"Yeah."
"Then you'll *love* my *next* trick."
"Oh yeah?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh yeaaah," he said, pulling the two ties from his nightstand drawer.
"Marsh-" she started to protest, but he silenced her mouth his with tongue and her wet sex with his cock and he was able to tie her wrists to the bedposts.
Today was the day.
Today, he was going to make her *his*.
THE END
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.