Captive, Mine(25)

He paused for a moment, retreating a little, perhaps giving me a moment to adjust. But that wasn’t it because with his next two thrusts, he reclaimed every inch he’d retreated and more.

“Almost there, Lily girl,” he said, one hand coming around to rub my clit. “I’m about halfway in.” As he said it, he began to move inside me again, claiming more of me, and when he began to rub my clit, I found myself laying my face down into the pillow, my eyes closing, the pain and the pleasure mixed, confused. He kept rubbing while his cock moved slowly in and out of me, claiming more of me, burning but then, after that burn or in spite of it, my ass stretched to take him, his fingers sliding easily along my wet pussy.

He worked slowly until I was moaning beneath him. I felt his thighs touching mine as both his fingers and his cock stilled. “There,” he began, a slow movement of his hip accentuating his words while he took his fingers from my clit and set both to either side of my pussy, pulling me wide. “I’m in, baby. Are you ready to get your ass fucked, Lily?”

My response was a low moan. I looked over my shoulder at him. He had brought me to the edge, the sensation of pain, of fullness, and, most importantly, of his dominance over me, taking me out of my mind and fully into my body, fully absorbed in pure sensation.

“You like getting your ass fucked, don’t you, Lily?” he asked, pulling out and thrusting so hard that I cried out. “I think you’d like it better if you’d be allowed to come, wouldn’t you?” He thrust again and my eyes went wide at the assault. “But this is punishment.” He pulled out slowly, dragging his cock from my depths before plunging in hard, pain the dominant of the sensations now even as pleasure whispered along its edges. “And bad girls don’t get to come, do they?”

He moved his hands to my hips, lifting me higher, and, with the next thrust, pushed me to lie flat on the bed, his full weight on top of me, his cock fully and deeply seated inside my ass.

It was what I needed, all I needed, that contact with the rough blanket on the bed rubbing against my clit, him moving faster in and out of my ass, making me moan as my muscles closed around his cock and I came with a violent shudder, the orgasm different than any I’d had before, leaving me shaking, hot and cold at once, his cock still while my ass throbbed around it, taking me out of my mind.

I don’t know how long it was before I opened my eyes again but he waited for me to move, to make some sound before drawing me back up to my knees, his cock still firmly rooted inside me.

“Bad girl,” he said. “You like having me in your ass, don’t you, Lily?”

When I didn’t answer, he slapped my hip hard.

I gasped, too ashamed to answer.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He smacked again, ignoring my cries. “Say it!”

“I like…” Another smack. “I like having you inside my ass. I like having you fuck my ass.”

“Slut. Lift your ass to me, bad girl. Offer it to me. Beg me to fuck it.” He slapped my hip hard and fast while he spoke, three quick smacks, and as sensitized as I was now and as tender as my ass was from my recent strappings, I called out, doing as he said, burying my face and thrusting my ass up to him to be fucked.

“Fuck me, Lake. I want you to fuck my ass hard. I’m begging you to fuck my ass.”

And he did — he fucked me harder, his fingers working my clit, calling two more powerful orgasms from me. My ass burned as he used it, his own groans loud behind me. Sweat fell onto my back as he thrust harder and harder, our breathing ragged, the sounds in the room lewd, obscene even until finally, he stilled, his cock swelling, throbbing, releasing streams of hot cum deep into me.

We were both breathless when he collapsed on top of me, his hands still gripping me, his face against my neck, his sweaty body against my own. We lay like that for some time until finally, he slowly slid out of me and rolled onto his side, taking me with him, holding me to him.





Chapter 13



She was so warm, tucked in against his body as she was. He watched her as she slept, her head on his chest, her mouth open slightly, showing a hint of white teeth. He gently stroked the appealing curve of her naked hip, feeling the roughness of her skin where he’d spanked her, strapped her. She’d have a sore bottom tomorrow once again.

The little light that did make it in through the blacked out window had waned, dusk long since past, the room shrouded in darkness, the air cool, still scented with the smell of sex. He’d come too close, way too close to losing his control with her. The hurt… had been too much. So strong. But she hadn’t known, couldn’t have known. He’d told himself that as he’d fucked that curvy little bottom, watching the glistening shaft plunge and retreat between those red cheeks, their contours congested with strap marks swollen red and purple.

He’d strapped that bottom harder than he’d intended, but there was something about her, about the way she responded to being under his thumb, the way she softened and yielded under the punishing strokes, that drew him to her ever more.

Like a predator to prey.

But which was which here? As he’d pulled her trembling body close, for the first time, he’d wondered. She had a power over him, and though on the surface the dynamic appeared to go only one way, he knew better.

She was binding him to her as surely as he’d bound her wrists. The only open question left was whether or not she even knew it yet.

Lily had to be punished, though. And her hard assfucking was only the beginning. He’d made some progress with her, surely, but she still needed to learn, needed to see that he was both the beginning and the end. And everything in between.

Hell, it might even keep them alive, even as he feared his black heart might already be doomed. Every beat leading it one closer to its end, an end nearer than he wanted to even think about.

He thought she might still be asleep as he stroked the wild tangle of her beautiful hair. Someday he’d like to hold her quietly and play with those dark, silken locks, the soft weight of it falling through his fingers.

Someday.

Turning over the possibilities in his mind, he wasn’t sure which path he’d choose, until the very moment he uttered the words.

“Why did you do it, Lily?”

He whispered it, lest he wake her from a slumber he knew she needed. Especially considering what lay before her.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” His fingertip coursed slowly down the ridge of her pretty nose. “No matter what I’ve told you, what you’ve already been through, you just… couldn’t help it.”

Lake sighed in the dark, her head rising and falling on his chest with the sounds of his breathing. He knew she wouldn’t like it one bit, but he was equally as certain she needed it.

Her breathing was soft and slow, sleep shielding her from her ordeal, if only temporarily

“You’re going to be punished, Lily.”

Her body stiffened instantly against him, her breathing suddenly stopping.

So much for her being asleep.

He caressed the weight of her bottom cheek, his hand easing over the still-warm, swollen marks left by the strap. She sucked in a pained breath.

“Not here though, bad girl. Your bottom’s had enough, for now.”

“Please, Lake,” she whispered, huddling closer to him. “No more.”

He caressed her face, touched those soft lips.

“No more pain, Lily. But you’re going to learn what happens when you look at something you shouldn’t. Curiosity has a price.”

He sat up, drawing her with him, holding her close. “Stay here,” he said, standing.

Lily pulled her knees up, hugging them, those bright liquid eyes peering up at him in the darkness.

“I needed… to know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want”—her gaze slid away, and she lay her cheek atop her knees—”to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, Lily.” Lake straightened, pulling his jeans on, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was already swelling once more at what was to come. “But people like your father, the people he worked for… they did. They took everything.”

He went to the closet, to one of the boxes he was sure she’d already looked through. There it was, at the bottom folded neatly under the files. A manila envelope. Perhaps she’d dismissed it, assuming it was yet more paperwork. He closed the closet, the envelope tucked under an arm, then turned to her. Her gaze alighted upon it immediately, her dark brows furrowing.

“Close your eyes, Lily.”

“What? Why?” Her body folded in on itself tighter, her gaze flicking from the envelope back up to him. “No, Lake.”

“Still don’t understand, do you?” He pointed to the wall, where the dreaded strap hung, waited. “I said no more pain, but maybe you need more?”

Her head shot up, and she swallowed hard, the whites of her eyes showing. “No… okay. I’ll do it. Please, don’t hurt me.”

Her eyes closed then, a tear slipping from under the lashes, dashing down her cheek, leaving a wet trail that glistened in the low light of the room.

“Good girl.”

Opening the envelope, the folded black cloth slid out, soft against his palm. He put one knee on the mattress next to her, the blindfold stretching between his hands. When the fabric was laid over her eyes she tensed, a small, frightened sound coming from deep in her throat. He tied it snugly, carefully lifting her hair to ensure no strands were caught in it. She was going to be wearing it a while.