“Lucas,” I gasp, feeling the swell begin to crest. “Oh, fuck, Lucas!”
Impossibly, his thrusts pick up speed, and I’m hurled over the edge, the orgasm hitting me with massive force. The pleasure blasts through my nerve endings, so sharp it’s almost painful, and I cry out, my muscles clenching and releasing in pulsing waves. My heart hammers uncontrollably as aftershocks ripple through my body, but Lucas is not done yet. Before I can so much as draw in a breath, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, bending me over the table.
“Is this what you want?” he bites out, driving into me again. Gripping my hair, he forces my upper body to arch off the table. “For me to fuck you? To use you and make you hurt?”
“Yes.” Oh God, yes. His cock is thick and burning hot inside me, a threat and a promise all at once. I didn’t know I wanted this, but I do. I want the pain he inflicts to be the only one in my mind, his touch the only one in my memory. It’s sick and utterly illogical, but I want Lucas to hurt me so I can forget about Kirill.
“All right.” My captor’s voice is dark and strained. “Remember, you asked for this.”
My pulse spikes, but he’s already pulling my hair harder, making my neck bend at an impossible angle. I cry out, my hands flying up to grab at his wrist, but he ignores my flailing arms and thrusts two fingers of his free hand into my mouth, making me gag from the sudden assault. His fingers are faintly salty, and they feel huge and rough in my mouth, almost as big as a cock. He pushes them in so far that I gag again and spit up saliva—which is apparently what he’s after.
Pulling his wet fingers out of my mouth, he uses his grip on my hair to push me down, flattening my face against the table.
“Wait, Lucas…” Panic explodes in my brain as he moves the hand from my mouth to my ass and starts working one finger into the tight ring of muscle. “I don’t… this isn’t…” I reach back blindly, my hands pushing at his hips, but I have no leverage in this position. I’m bent over the table with his cock deep inside me; even if he weren’t built of solid muscle, there’d be little I could do.
“Shh… It’s going to be okay.” Lucas accompanies the words with a shallow thrust of his cock, and I suck in a breath as his finger presses deeper, the slick coating of my saliva easing the way. “You’re going to be okay, baby.” His hand releases my hair, his palm splaying on my upper back to keep me in place. “We’ve done this before, remember?”
It’s true; he used his finger, and I enjoyed it on some level, but he wants to go further today. I can sense his hunger, and it terrifies me. I want to push away the bad memories, replace them with a hurt of my choosing, but this is too much, too close to my nightmares. I clench my buttocks, trying to keep him out, but the second finger is already pushing into me, making my flesh stretch and burn at the invasion.
“Wait, not like this…” Beyond the burn is a strange, uncomfortable fullness, a feeling of being overstuffed and overtaken. His cock flexes inside me, adding to the sensation, and my breathing turns shallow as sweat trickles down my back. “Please, Lucas…”
He ignores my begging, slowly working his slick fingers into my ass, and my body gives in to his inexorable advance, the muscles stretching because they have to. Panting, I lie with my face pressed against the hard surface of the table and feel his cock throb in my pussy. His fingers are all the way in now, and it is too much. My body wasn’t made for this. Everything about this penetration feels wrong and unnatural, like the time when—
Lucas begins to thrust, distracting me from my thoughts, and I realize that somewhere along the way, my straining muscles relaxed slightly, the burn from the invasion lessening. He’s not moving his fingers—he’s just keeping them inside me—and with his cock pumping in and out in a slow, careful rhythm, the sensation isn’t as uncomfortable as it was.
I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing. His fingers still feel too large, but there’s no actual pain, and the realization calms me further, drawing my attention to the slowly gathering tension in my core. The thrusting motions of his cock are reigniting my arousal, and the invasive fullness in my ass doesn’t seem to take away from that. In some perverse way, it’s even adding to the intensity.
I may survive this after all.
“Yulia.” Lucas’s voice is hoarse as he withdraws almost all the way. “I’m going to fuck you hard now.”
My heart lurches, all illusion of calm fleeing. “Wait—”
But it’s too late. Before I can finish speaking, he rams his cock back in, pushing me into the edge of the table. I cry out, my hands sliding forward to brace myself, but he’s already withdrawing and thrusting back in. The hard battering of his hips moves me on his fingers, and I cry out again, tensing at the overwhelming sensations. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps fucking me, and the discomfort morphs into something else: a dark, throbbing heat that spreads through my whole body. My heart gallops in my chest, my breathing turns frantic, and I feel myself rocketing to the edge again, the dual invasion of my body intensifying all my senses. The hot musk of sex in the air, the quivering of my overstretched flesh, the restraining pressure of his big hand on my back—it all adds to my sensory overload, winding me tighter and tighter. My cries grow louder, transforming into screams, and then I shatter, exploding with a force that steals my breath and dims my vision. My muscles spasm, milking his cock and fingers, and I hear his raspy groan as he thrusts in one last time and stops, pulsing deep inside me in release.
Dazed and trembling, I lie there, unable to say or do anything as Lucas slowly pulls his fingers out and lifts his hand from my back. His cock is still inside me, but after a moment, he withdraws that too. Cool air washes over my heated flesh as he steps back, and I feel the slickness coating my folds—my own moisture combined with his seed.
“Hang on, baby,” he murmurs, stepping away, and I hear the sink running.
A minute later, he returns, holding a wet paper towel. By then, I’ve recovered enough to push myself off the table and stand on shaking legs, and I take the towel from him, using it to mop at the wetness between my legs. Lucas watches me with hooded gaze, his jeans already zipped up, and a hot flush crawls through my hairline as I see my shorts on the floor, lying next to the mess of broken bowls and spilled food.
Swallowing, I ball the used paper towel in my hand and turn toward my shorts, but Lucas catches my arm.
“I’ve got it,” he says, his pale eyes gleaming. “Go take a shower. I’ll join you in a moment.”
I don’t argue, and a minute later, I’m standing under the hot spray, my mind mercifully blank. True to his word, Lucas joins me in a bit, and I close my eyes, leaning against him as he washes me from head to toe, taking care of me yet again. I’m glad he doesn’t say anything or ask me any questions. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to articulate why I wanted something so dark from him… why even now, after he pushed me far beyond my limits, I feel grateful for the experience.
When we’re both clean, Lucas leads me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me before grabbing one for himself. He’s still silent, his gaze oddly watchful, and finally, I feel the urge to speak.
“You didn’t fuck me in the ass,” I say, my hands twisting in the towel. “Why?”
“Because you weren’t ready.” He finishes drying himself and casually hangs up his towel, revealing his body in all its powerful masculinity. “Not to mention, we’d need some real lube for that. You’re tight, and, well…” He glances down at his cock, which, even soft, is impressively sized.
“Right.” I swallow the sudden lump of fear in my throat. “You’re bigger than your two fingers.”
“Yes, somewhat,” he says drily, and I see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
For some reason, knowing he finds this funny makes me flush again. Turning, I step toward the door to exit the bathroom, but Lucas steps in front of me, his expression turning serious.
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my chin. His thumb brushes over my lower lip in a gentle caress. “Every part of you will be mine eventually. You’re going to forget him, I promise you that.”
I stare at him, equal parts startled and terrified by his perceptiveness, but Lucas is already lowering his hand and turning away.
“Come,” he says, opening the door. “Let’s go get dressed. We’ll make something else for lunch.”
He heads down the hallway, and I follow, my thoughts in disarray.
I’m not sure what I expected from my new captivity, but this—whatever this is—wasn’t it.
IV
The New Captivity
41
Yulia
Over the next couple of weeks, Lucas and I go back to something resembling our old routine. With my strength rapidly returning, I take over the cooking and other domestic chores, and Lucas resumes his normal working schedule, returning home only in the evenings and for mealtimes. While he’s gone, I read books and do body-weight exercises to stay fit, and when we’re together, we discuss the books I’ve read. We also go on morning walks together. The main difference between now and before is the presence of my brother on the estate and that, technically, I’m allowed to walk around on my own.