“Come for me, beautiful,” he rasps out, lowering his face to my neck, and to my shock, I feel myself peaking. Explosive ecstasy wells up and radiates out to every cell in my body, all of my muscles quivering with sensations as I spasm around his thick cock.
Stunned, I cry out his name, and at that moment, I hear his breathing changing, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His hand tightens around my wrists as he thrusts deeply one last time and halts, his hips moving in a circular, grinding motion. I feel his cock pulsing within me, and I know he came too.
Desperately sucking in air, I turn my head to the side, unwilling to face him or the confusing jumble of feelings in my chest. I’m shattered, undone by both the pain and the pleasure. He’s still inside me, his cock only marginally softer than before. I feel the stickiness of sweat gluing our bodies together, hear the harsh bellows of his breathing, and strange, unwelcome tears burn my eyes.
If I had any doubts about the reality of what’s happening, they’re gone. This act, this soul-tearing thing that happened between us, impresses upon me more than ever the fact that Lucas is alive.
He’s alive, and I’m his prisoner.
The tears threaten to spill out, and I squeeze my eyelids tighter, determined to prevent that from happening. I can’t allow myself the luxury of crying. Whatever this means, whatever Lucas has in store for me, I have to bear it. I have to be strong because this is only the start.
My captivity is just beginning.
THE END