Sweet Captivity

“And who is Dex? You’ve mentioned him a few times.”

“He’s my…” I fumbled to find the right words. “My best friend.”

“Why did you watch your friend’s porn?”

“I wanted to know what he liked. So I hacked into his browser history.”

“Why would you care what kind of porn your friend watches?”

“I love him,” I slurred, the words leaving me without thought.

Hard fingers gripped my jaw, lifting my face almost violently. “Look at me,” he snarled.

My eyes snapped open, instantly focusing on his burning black glare. Fear stirred in the back of my mind, and I tried to scramble away. The ropes around my body twisted and tugged, and a fresh hit of bliss washed through my system. I moaned softly, and my eyelashes fluttered closed.

His fingers tightened on my face. “No,” he said, the command low and rough. “Look at me.”

I focused on him again, my entire world centered on his dark gaze.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “From now on, you don’t think about other men. You exist to please me.” He reached between my legs and grabbed my sex, thrusting two fingers into my wet channel and cupping his palm over my clit in a possessive hold. I cried out at the sudden, rough intrusion, but his fingertips curled against the sensitive spot at the front of my inner walls, and his palm ground against my clit. “You’re mine,” he said, the words almost savage. “Your body, your mind. All of you. Your pain, your pleasure, they belong to me.” He twisted my nipple, and I cried out, even as my core contracted around his fingers.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come for your Master.”

He continued to pinch and pull at my nipples as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy and rotated his palm against my clit. Pain and pleasure entwined, tormenting me with the cruelest bliss. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I screamed as my orgasm claimed me.

My scream was abruptly muffled when he crushed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss. His teeth sank into my lower lip, and his fierce growl vibrated into my mouth as his tongue surged inside. I whimpered and opened for him, completely overwhelmed and stripped down to my most basic, animal self. Rational thought was long gone. All I could do was feel the pain of his fingers torturing my breasts, the pleasure of his hand wringing ecstasy from my pussy, the mind-blowing intensity of his mouth subjugating mine. The kiss was raw, primal; an act of force and dominance. I couldn’t do anything but submit to the sensations he inflicted upon me, submit to his power over me.

My orgasm went on and on, ecstasy lashing through me. My body jerked and writhed, making the ropes shift around me. It only increased my pleasure, heightened my sense of helplessness. He continued pumping his fingers in and o

ut of my pussy even as my orgasm began to subside. I became overly sensitive, his touch too much to bear.

I whined into his mouth, and he finally showed mercy. He withdrew his hands from my sex and my breasts, but his lips lingered on mine, the kiss slowing to a deep, thorough claiming of my mouth.

When he finally released me, I gasped for air, my head dropping toward the floor. I didn’t have any strength left in my body. The world was surreal, and I was still floating; blissed out and buzzing.

I watched with detached interest as he retrieved a pair of shears from the desk. He braced my body with one strong arm while he used the shears to cut away the ropes that bound me. I sagged against him, boneless. He dropped to his knees and cradled me in his arms, holding me close. I closed my eyes and snuggled into him as he stroked me and murmured in Spanish. I couldn’t understand the words, but the lilting cadence and low rumble of his voice were comforting.

Without realizing what I was doing, I pressed my lips against my captor’s neck, tasting the salt of my own tears on his skin.

Chapter 12

The next morning, I awoke to the feel of leather being wrapped around my throat. I sighed and opened my eyes as Andrés locked the collar in place.

“Do you have to do that?” I complained.

He chuckled. “The fact that you still take that tone with me means yes, I definitely have to.” He took my hand and pulled me upright. “Go brush your teeth and come back here.”

“And then you won’t chain me to the bed?” I asked with asperity.

“With that attitude, of course I will,” he laughed. He seemed to be in a very good mood this morning. After he’d cut me down from suspension last night, he’d bathed me and fed me before putting me to bed. I’d been too strung out to think about complaining or resisting, but now my spirit was back in full force after a night of the deepest sleep I’d ever had.

I grumbled under my breath about being kept like an animal, but I went into the bathroom to take care of my daily needs. As I splashed warm water on my face, my mind began piecing together my hazy memories of the night before.

He kissed me.

My captor had actually kissed me. That was a surprise. He’d touched my most intimate areas with propriety, but a kiss was… unexpected. It certainly hadn’t been tender and loving. But it hadn’t been sloppy and awkward like my few other experiences with men.

From now on, you don’t think about other men. You exist to please me.