Chapter 40 : Conquest and Submission
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – 3rd's POV
The heavy soundproof door clicked shut behind them, sealing Alex and Mary Jane in a padded, silent world. The air was still and cool, smelling faintly of old electronics and clean carpet. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile, unwavering glow on the acoustic foam that lined every surface, swallowing any echo before it could be born.
Alex's hands were on her shoulders, his touch both an anchor and a brand. He guided her to the center of the small room, his presence an electric field that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up. Mary Jane's heart was a frantic drum against her ribs, a chaotic rhythm that seemed deafening in the profound quiet. She could still taste him on her tongue, a musky, salty reminder of her submission on the stage.
"This is where the real work happens," Alex murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her back into her very bones. His fingers traced the line of her spine through her thin tee. "No one can hear you in here. No one will know what happens. Except for us." His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her back against the solid, unyielding heat of his body. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock, already straining against his jeans, pressing into the small of her back. A fresh, liquid heat bloomed low in her belly.
"I'm going to claim this pretty little pussy now, Mary Jane," he said, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, his breath hot. "I'm going to open you up and fill you so completely with my cum that you'll feel me for days. You'll remember who you belong to every time you take a step."
A shudder wracked her frame, part terror, part overwhelming need. She leaned back into him, her head falling against his chest. "It's yours," she breathed, the words barely a whisper. "Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours." She paused, her voice steadying as a flicker of defiance sparked in her. "But Alex… there's something you should know."
His fingers stilled on her hips, and she could feel the shift in his breathing, the sudden tension in his body. "What is it?" he asked, his tone low, tinged with curiosity.
Mary Jane tilted her head just enough to catch his gaze over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a challenge. "I'm a virgin. And no, I'm not on anything. No birth control." Her lips curved into a sly, daring smile. "So, if you're going to claim me… you'll be the first. The only one who's ever had me. It's your call—how much of me you're ready to take."
The air between them thickened, charged with an unspoken challenge. She felt his grip tighten, his breath hitch, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath along with them. "You're testing me," he murmured, his voice rough, almost predatory.
"Maybe," she whispered back, her heartbeat quickening. "Or maybe I'm just curious to see if you can handle it."
She felt him go still behind her. For a terrifying second, she thought she had broken the spell. Then a low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated male triumph.
"Is that supposed to make me stop?" he asked, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive amusement. He spun her around to face him, his gaze burning into hers. "That just makes it better. That makes you mine in a way no one else can ever replicate. Your first. Your last. Your only." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Your body's natural state will be full of me. That's not a problem. That's a fucking promise."
His words should have frightened her. They did. But the fear was inextricably tangled with a piercing, irresistible spike of desire so potent it made her knees weak. He wanted to possess her, to mark her, to fundamentally change the composition of her very being. And she wanted to let him.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough with wanting. "On your knees. Ass in the air. Face on the floor. Hands behind your back."
Mary Jane obeyed, her movements trembling but deliberate. She got on all fours, then lowered her upper body, pressing her cheek against the rough, low-pile carpet. The position was profoundly submissive, her ass raised in offering, her most intimate parts exposed to his gaze. She laced her fingers together at the small of her back, presenting herself completely.
She heard the rustle of his clothes, the clink of his belt, the soft thud of his jeans hitting the floor. Then his warmth was behind her. A calloused hand ran possessively over the curve of her ass, squeezing, kneading the firm flesh. A finger traced the damp seam of her pussy, and she jolted at the contact, a sharp gasp escaping her.
"So fucking wet for me already," he growled, the sound full of dark approval. "Your little virgin cunt is dripping. You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Dreaming about my cock stretching you wide open."
"Yes," she moaned into the carpet, the confession torn from her. "God, yes, Alex."
She felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against her entrance. It was immense, a hot, smooth pressure that felt nothing like her own tentative fingers. It was alien and overwhelming. He pressed forward, just an inch, and her body resisted, her tight, unused muscles clamping down in instinctive panic. A sharp, stabbing pain lanced through her, making her cry out, her fingers twisting together behind her back.
"Shhh," he soothed, his voice a rough caress. He stilled, not retreating, just letting her adjust to the impossible intrusion. "There it is. Your first gift to me. That tight, perfect little barrier. Now, you give it to me."
He pushed again, a slow, inexorable invasion. The burning stretch was intense, a fiery ache that made tears spring to her eyes. She felt a slight tearing sensation, a brief, sharp pop of yielding flesh, and then a warm trickle of wetness down her inner thigh. My blood, she thought, dazed. He's taking my virginity. The pain began to recede, fading into a deep, throbbing fullness as her body, recognizing its master, gradually relented and began to open for him.
"Fuck, Mary Jane," Alex groaned, his voice strained with the effort of his control. "Your cunt is so fucking tight. It's like a hot, wet fist squeezing my dick. Taking me so goddamn good."
He pulled back almost all the way, then thrust forward again, deeper this time. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by a shocking, volcanic surge of pleasure as he stroked over a place inside her she never knew existed. Her back arched, a broken, wanton cry ripped from her throat.
"Oh God! Alex!"
"That's it," he grunted, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust was a claiming, a measured possession, as if he were imprinting himself on her very soul. His voice was rough, possessive, dripping with a dark satisfaction that sent shivers down her spine. "That's my good girl. Taking my cock like you were built for it." His hands gripped her hips with a firmness that bordered on bruising, holding her steady as he began to drive into her with more force, the sound of their bodies meeting a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed softly in the deadened room. "Your virgin pussy is mine now. Every fucking inch of it."
Mary Jane felt the words sink into her like molten lead, branding her with their truth. Her body was his, and she had never felt more alive. The stretch of him inside her was still overwhelming, but the pain had transformed into something else—something visceral and electric. Each thrust sent a surge of pleasure radiating through her, making her toes curl and her breath hitch. She could feel the way her body clung to him, desperate for more, as if it already knew who its master was. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "It's yours, Alex. All of it."
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. "You feel that?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You feel how deep I am? How my cock is fucking claiming you?" She nodded, unable to speak, her fingers twisting together behind her back as she surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through her. "This is where you belong," he continued, his tone dark and possessive. "Under me. Taking me. Letting me remake you from the inside out."
His words were a promise, a declaration of ownership that made her heart race and her body tremble. She could feel the way her muscles clenched around him, pulling him deeper, as if they were trying to keep him there forever. "This is your first and last time being untouched," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "From now on, every inch of you will carry my mark, my claim. You're mine, Mary Jane, and I'm going to make damn sure you never forget it."
Mary Jane's breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary reaction that sent a shiver down her spine. His words should terrify me, she thought, her mind racing. They do. But beneath the fear, there was something else—something that made her stomach twist and her pulse quicken. A deep, primal need to be claimed, to be owned so completely that she could no longer imagine herself without him. Her body betrayed her, tightening around him in a silent plea for more, even as her mind screamed warnings she couldn't bring herself to heed.
"Every time you feel the stretch of my cock inside you," he continued, his voice dark and possessive, "you'll remember this moment. You'll remember who took you first. Who made you his."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity of it all. She wanted to protest, to push back against the irreversible change he was forcing upon her, but her body wouldn't let her. Her hips pressed back against him, seeking more, deeper, harder. I'm losing myself, she realized with a mix of panic and exhilaration. And I don't think I want to stop.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperate desire. "It's yours, Alex. All of it."
His low, satisfied growl vibrated through her as he drove deeper, sealing his claim with every thrust.
The intensity of his words, the sheer force of his presence, was overwhelming. She felt like she was being unmade and remade with every stroke, every word, every touch. Her body was no longer her own—it was his, completely and utterly. And she wanted it that way. "I'm yours, Alex," she gasped, her voice breaking under the weight of her surrender. "Only yours."
He growled in response, a low, feral sound that sent another wave of heat pooling low in her belly. His thrusts became faster, harder, each one driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his fingers dug into her hips like claws. He was a man unleashed, a primal force claiming what was his, and she was powerless to do anything but take it. "Good girl," he rasped, his voice rough and raw. "Just like that. Take it all."
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. "You feel that? You feel how deep I am? My cock is kissing your womb, Mary Jane. Getting it ready. I'm going to flood it. I'm going to fill your untouched depths so full of my seed it'll never be empty again."
The words were a dark, possessive promise, each syllable dripping with raw, primal intent. His voice, rough and commanding, sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling beneath him as the weight of his words sank in. She could feel the truth of it—his claim, his dominance—pressed deep into her very core. And though part of her wanted to resist, to cling to some semblance of herself, her body betrayed her, arching back against him in desperate, needful surrender.
The filthy, degrading praise washed over her, igniting every nerve ending. She was completely lost to it, to him. The world narrowed to the brutal, perfect rhythm of his hips, the scrape of his jeans against her thighs, the smell of their sweat and her blood and his skin.
"Yes! Fill me!" she screamed, the words raw and desperate. "Please, Alex, I need it! I need your cum! Breed your virgin whore! Make me yours!"
Her words shattered what was left of his control. His thrusts became faster, harder, a relentless piston driving into her depths. She could feel the coiling tension in his body, the way his fingers dug into her flesh. He was a beast above her, claiming his territory, and she was his willing, eager conquest.
"I'm gonna come," he snarled, his voice guttural and raw. "You ready? You ready to be a good little vessel for me?"
Mary Jane's breath hitched, her voice a fragile whisper as she arched back against him, her body trembling with need. "Yes," she whimpered, the word trembling on her lips, raw and broken. "Please, Alex… please claim me. Breed me. I'm yours—only yours."
Her submission was complete, her voice laced with desperation, as if the very air she breathed belonged to him. The sound of her pleading only fueled the fire within him, his control slipping as he growled low in his chest, a feral sound that sent shivers racing down her spine.
Alex's rhythm faltered, his thrusts growing erratic as his body coiled with the inevitable release. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her one last time, deep, hard, unrelenting. She felt him shudder above her, his breath hot and ragged against her ear as his cock pulsed inside her, thick, molten heat flooding her womb.
Her body clenched around him instinctively, every muscle tightening in a primal, desperate bid to keep him deep inside her. It was as if her very core knew what she needed before her mind could even process it—to be filled, claimed, irrevocably marked by him. The sensation was overwhelming, a searing fullness that stretched her beyond any boundary she'd ever known. Her breath hitched, her toes curling as she felt him pulse within her, each throb sending a wave of molten heat flooding into her untouched depths. He's branding me, she thought, her mind swimming with the sheer intensity of it. Marking me as his in a way that can never be undone.
The warmth of his release spread through her like wildfire, a liquid, primal claim that left her trembling beneath him. She could feel it, thick and heavy, pooling deep in her womb, filling her with a possessiveness that made her heart race and her body ache for more. His low groan vibrated through her, a sound of raw satisfaction that sent shivers cascading down her spine. This is it, she realized, her thoughts fragmenting under the weight of the moment. This is where I belong. This is where I'll always belong. Her fingers dug into the carpet, seeking something solid to anchor herself as the world seemed to tilt and spin around her.
Alex's voice broke through the haze, rough and commanding, yet tinged with a dark, possessive tenderness. "You feel that, Mary Jane?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel how deep I am? How my cum is claiming every inch of you?" She nodded weakly, her body still clenching around him as if to ensure not a single drop escaped. His words were a brand, searing themselves into her consciousness alongside the physical proof of his dominance. "Your womb's mine now," he continued, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "It'll never be empty again. I'll fill it over and over until you're so full of me you can't think of anything else."
Mary Jane's breath came in shallow gasps, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as the magnitude of his claim settled over her. It wasn't just her body he was possessing—it was her very soul. She could feel the weight of his seed inside her, a tangible reminder of his ownership, and though part of her wanted to resist, to cling to some shred of independence, she couldn't. Her body had already surrendered completely, betraying her with every desperate clutch around him, every shiver of pleasure that rippled through her as he continued to spill himself inside her.
"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and submission. "Always yours." The words felt like a vow, a final, irrevocable acknowledgment of what he'd done to her. She could feel the truth of it in every fiber of her being, in the way her body pulsed around him, in the way her heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He had remade her from the inside out, and there was no going back.
As Alex finally stilled above her, his cock still buried deep within her, Mary Jane felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it all faded away, replaced by a profound, unshakable understanding. He owns me, she thought, her breath hitching as another shiver wracked her frame. And in that moment, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex and surrender. And as he finally stilled above her, his cock still buried deep within her, Mary Jane knew there was no going back. He had remade her from the inside out—his claim etched into her very soul, his seed a permanent reminder of who she belonged to. And in that moment, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.