Bind Me(Capture Me: Book 2)(26)

She doesn’t react at first, just lies there with her face flushed and her eyes closed as she attempts to catch her breath. With her ankles tied to her wrists and her pussy wet and swollen, she’s the epitome of helpless sensuality. Bondage isn’t normally my thing, but restraining Yulia is different. It’s not about kink; it’s about possession.

After tonight, she’ll have no doubt that she’s mine.

When her asshole is sufficiently lubed, I press the tip of my finger to the tight opening, watching her reaction. The one time I touched her ass in the shower, she tensed, and I realized she either has a problem with anal sex or is new to it. I hope it’s the latter, but I suspect it might be the former.

Sure enough, as my finger pushes in the first quarter of an inch, Yulia’s ass cheeks clench, and her eyes fly open. “Don’t.” Her voice is strained. “Please don’t.”

“Was it your trainer?” I keep my finger where it is, neither pressing forward nor retreating. “Did he hurt you this way too?”

She stares at me, her chest heaving, and I see her mouth tremble before she presses her lips together. She doesn’t say anything, but I don’t need a verbal confirmation.

The motherfucker did hurt her like this—and she’s afraid I will too.

Something squeezes painfully inside me. I don’t deserve her trust, but a part of me wants it. It’s a desire that directly contradicts my primitive need to subdue her, to keep her at any cost.

Even as I hold her bound and helpless, I don’t want her fearing me—not that way, at least.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say quietly, holding Yulia’s gaze. The savage hunger pounding through me dies down to a muted roar as I withdraw the tip of my finger. “I promise you that.”

She shudders with relief, her eyes closing, and I lower my head again, licking her pussy with gentle swipes of my tongue. Her flesh is pliant, still soft and wet. I know she’s nowhere near an orgasm now, and I don’t try to give her one. Instead, I soothe her with my lips and tongue, giving her undemanding pleasure. I do this for what feels like hours, and eventually, I feel the remnants of terrified tension leave her body.

Continuing to lick her, I move my mouth lower, to her creamy slit, and dip my tongue inside, tasting her there. She tenses in a different way, a moan escaping her lips, and I capitalize on her growing arousal by carefully rubbing her swollen clit with my fingers. She’s moaning in earnest now, and I move my tongue even lower, to the tight ring of muscle between her ass cheeks.

Yulia stiffens for a second, but I just lick her there, tonguing her back opening and rubbing her clit until she’s panting and gasping, her hips rocking in an instinctive rhythm. I can sense that she’s on the verge, and I ruthlessly push her over, pinching her clit with a firm, steady pressure.

Her body tightens, and I feel the ring of muscle pulsing and spasming under my tongue as she cries out in release. I lick her one last time, depositing as much saliva as I can, and then, using the distraction of her orgasm, I push my finger in again. It slides in easily before her body clamps down on it, and I keep it there, letting her adjust to the sensation as I sit up and shift closer, pressing my groin against her lower body.

Her eyes are wide and dazed-looking, her lips parted as she stares at me, her chest rising and falling with panting breaths.

“I won’t hurt you,” I repeat, keeping my finger inside her as I use my free hand to guide my cock to her pussy. “This is as far as we’ll go today.”

Yulia doesn’t respond, but her eyes close, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tip of my cock enters her tight, slick heat. With my finger buried in her ass, I can actually feel my cock pushing into her, stretching her inner walls as I go deeper, and I groan at the exquisite pleasure of it, my balls tightening with explosive need.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Let me in deeper…” I’m barely cognizant of what I’m saying, my voice a feral rumble in my chest as her pussy sucks me in, engulfing my entire length. “Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that…”

She cries out as I brace myself on the bed and begin thrusting, no longer able to restrain myself. Being inside her is paradise, and I never want to leave. If I had my way, I’d fuck Yulia forever. But all too soon, the pleasure intensifies, turning into razor-sharp ecstasy, and I feel the boil of incipient orgasm in my balls. My thrusting pace picks up—I’m all but jackhammering into her now—and I hear her cries growing louder, mixing with my own grunting groans. My vision blurs, my entire body seizing with intolerable tension, and through the hammering roar of my heartbeat, I hear Yulia scream and feel her inner muscles clamp down on my cock and my finger.

Dimly, I realize she’s coming, and then my own climax is upon me, my cum spurting out into her as my cock jerks uncontrollably, again and again.





30





Yulia



I’m dazed and shaking, my heart rate somewhere in the stratosphere as Lucas slowly withdraws his finger from my ass and pulls out of me. I’m so out of it I barely notice when Lucas unties me, lifts me into his arms, and carries me out of the room.

It’s not until the water spray hits me that I realize we’re standing together in the shower, his arms wrapped around me from the back to prevent me from collapsing. My leg muscles are quivering from being stretched for so long, and my body is throbbing in the aftermath of his dual invasion. Lucas is kissing my neck as he holds me in front of him, and I’m letting him, my head resting on his shoulder as warm water cascades over our bodies.

“Relax, beautiful.” His voice is a soft rumble in my ear as I attempt to pull away. His arms tighten around me, holding me in place. “We’re just going to take a nice shower together, that’s all.”

I know I should protest, push him away, but I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore. Maybe I never did—because fighting Lucas means fighting myself as well. Something perverse in me is drawn to this cruel, dangerous man, has been drawn to him from the very beginning.

Seeing that I’m no longer trying to pull away, Lucas makes sure I’m steady on my feet and carefully loosens his grip.

“Let me wash you,” he murmurs, reaching for a bottle of body wash, and I stand like an obedient child as he lathers my whole body, washing me from head to toe. His soapy hands go everywhere, even into the place his finger invaded earlier, and I close my eyes, giving myself up to his gentle ministrations.

I’ll despise myself for this tomorrow, but tonight, I want his tenderness. I crave it.

He kept his promise not to hurt me. I’m still vaguely surprised by that. When Lucas tied me up, I thought he’d do something horrible to me—and when he started touching my ass, I became sure of it. But other than the slight burn of the initial entry, his finger hadn’t hurt, and his tongue there had felt… interesting. The sensations had been strange and foreign, but nothing like the terrible pain Kirill had inflicted on me that day.

The water spray stops, and I open my eyes, realizing Lucas turned off the shower.

“Come, baby.” He guides me out of the shower stall and wraps a fluffy towel around me before briskly drying himself. “Let’s go to bed,” he says, stepping toward me. “You’re falling asleep on your feet.”

He picks me up again, and I don’t protest as he carries me back to the bedroom. Even after the shower, I feel like I’m about to fall over. The orgasms Lucas forced on me have depleted me both emotionally and physically, and there’s nothing I want more than sleep.

Sleep will be my escape for the rest of the night, and tomorrow, my tormentor will leave.

He’ll be gone, and if Rosa gave me good information, so will I.

The thought should fill me with joy, but as Lucas places me on the bed and handcuffs us together, happiness is the last thing I’m feeling. Even now, a part of me mourns the fantasy—the man I’d begun falling for before he shredded my heart.



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Lucas wakes me up in the middle of the night by thrusting into me, his thick cock invading me from the back. I gasp, my eyes popping open at the sudden intrusion. I’m not as wet as before, but it doesn’t matter. My body responds to him instantly, my core flooding with liquid heat as he begins driving into me. There’s no finesse to this fucking, no attempt to make it anything but what it is.

A hard, basic claiming.

Our left wrists are still cuffed together, and the room is pitch black. I can’t see anything; I can only feel as he holds me against him, his arm a steely band around my ribcage. His hips hammer into me, and I take him in, unable to do anything else. My breathing quickens, heat rippling over my skin in waves, and my inner muscles begin to tighten.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Lucas’s hot breath washes over my neck. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“I—” The intensity of the sensations overwhelms my sleep-fogged brain. “I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours.” I gasp as his cock hits a spot inside me that ups the heat to a volcanic burn. “I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are.” He moves his left hand to my sex, dragging my wrist along with it. “You’re mine and no one else’s.”