Sweet Captivity

“This is a very pretty pussy,” he said, his voice rough with lust. Although he was on his knees before me, there was nothing supplicant about his position. He boldly examined my most intimate area, as though he had every right. As though he owned every forbidden inch of me.

Finally, he mercifully explored me with his mouth as well as his hands. Keeping my folds parted with his thumbs, he traced my entrance with the tip of his tongue. I cried out at the teasing contact, my entire body wound so tight with anticipation that even the light touch sent bliss crackling through my system.

I couldn’t help myself; I lifted my hips toward him, and I buried my fingers in his thick hair. He nipped at my clit, grazing his teeth over the hypersensitive bud. My knees collapsed, but he caught me, his strong arms bracing beneath my ass to keep me from falling. His low, triumphant laugh made me shiver. He had me exactly where he wanted me: wet and needy and thoroughly chastised.

He got to his feet, lifting me as he righted himself. Suddenly, I was in his arms, cradled against his hard frame. I only had a moment to revel in the strength of his hold before he turned and abruptly dropped me onto the bed. The sensation of falling made adrenaline spike through my system, and a giddy giggle bubbled from my chest when I landed safely on the soft mattress. I felt drunk, even though I’d barely touched my beer in the bar. It was Jason; he was utterly intoxicating. I was completely enthralled, and I couldn’t have broken free from his power over me even if I wanted to.

And I definitely didn’t want to. I watched him as he shrugged out of his suit jacket. He grinned at me sharply as he loosened his tie. I only had a few seconds to puzzle over his almost cruelly arrogant expression before his body settled over mine. His weight pressed me into the mattress, pinning me down. He kissed me again, hard and demanding. I could taste myself on his tongue this time, and I moaned into his mouth at the wicked flavor.

He reached beneath me and unclasped my bra before sliding the straps down my arms. I moved compliantly, wanting to be bare for him. My peaked nipples rubbed against his shirt, and although I ached to feel his skin against mine, there was something undeniably erotic about me being naked and exposed while he was fully clothed. It enhanced the power dynamic between us. I kissed him with greater fervor, physically communicating how much I wanted him.

He gathered up my wrists and directed them over my head. On instinct, I pulled against the restraint. Allowing someone to overpower my naked body and trap me went against all my training.

He gripped my arms firmly, stilling my efforts. His body over mine prevented me from kicking out, and all I could do was squirm beneath him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling over my neck.

“Calm down, kitten,” he said, soft and soothing. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” I said on a shuddering breath.

“Don’t you?” he challenged softly. He reached between us and caught one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to elicit a flare of pain. At the same time, he bit down on the sensitive spot on where my neck curved into my shoulder. I cried out at the flash of pain, but hot lines of pleasure shot from the abused areas, lancing all the way to my core. It throbbed, aching to be filled.

I whimpered beneath him, confused at my body’s reactions but more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

He released me from his bite, and his touch on my nipple eased. He rolled the bud between his fingers, soothing me as his tongue traced the little indentations his teeth had left in my flesh. I shuddered, and my body relaxed completely as pleasure rushed to my head.

“Good kitten,” he praised, stroking his fingers through my hair as though I was his favorite pet. Mindlessly, I leaned into his touch, craving more. “You trust me, don’t you?” he prompted.

“Yes,” I whispered. A warm glow pulsed in my chest, filling me with a sense of security. Jason had dominated my body, but he was also taking care of me, seeing to my comfort and pleasure.

“Stay.” He pressed a tender kiss against my forehead before he pushed up off me, getting to his feet. I made a small sound of protest at the loss of his heat, but my disappointment quickly dissipated when he began working the buttons on his shirt free. My tongue darted out to wet my lips at the sight of his sculpted body. I’d felt the smooth planes of his muscles through his clothes, but nothing could have prepared me for his perfection.

His green eyes darkened as he watched me lick my lips, and he increased his pace in undressing. Within seconds, he’d stripped completely. My gaze riveted on his cock, and I swallowed hard. He was big and perfectly formed everywhere.

He moved onto the bed, his heat rolling over my skin again.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked. I was on birth control, but Jason was a stranger, and I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

“I do,” he replied. “But I’m not finished tasting you yet. Keep your arms above your head.”

He eased down my body and settled between my thighs. His fingers sank into my flesh, almost firm enough to bruise as he pinned my legs down. The demonstration of his power over me only got me hotter. I could feel the wetness coating my lower lips, a wanton sign of my desire for him.

He didn’t tease me this time. With a low growl, he buried his tongue in my pussy, devouring me like a starving man. I moaned and thrashed beneath his onslaught, but his harsh grip on my thighs rendered me immobile. All I could do was surrender to the pleasure he was giving me.

He took me to the edge, his tongue stroking and tasting, exploring every inch of me until I felt thoroughly conquered. He owned my pussy, my ecstasy. I was so close…

“Come for me,” he rumbled against my heated flesh. The command vibrated into my core, and he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Jason!” I screamed out his name as white-hot bliss surged through my veins, burning me up with bliss. He continued to lick me through my orgasm, drawing out every last drop of my ecstasy, until I was trembling and weak.

His heat left me briefly again, but I couldn’t focus enough on my surroundings to see what he was doing until he was before me again, kneeling between my thighs as he rolled on a condom. Even though I’d just had the most intense orgasm of my life, my inner muscles contracted at the prospect of having him inside me. I craved for him to fill me, to fuck me hard and finish claiming me completely.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” I begged, adding on the honorific without a thought.

He grinned. “Greedy girl. I like that.”

His weight settled over me, and his mouth came down on mine. At the same time as his tongue surged in, he entered me in one smooth thrust. Even though my orgasm had prepared me, there was still a slight burn as he entered me. I’d never been with anyone as big as Jason, and he stretched me almost to the point of pain. A soft whine slipped from my mouth into his.

“You can take me,” he murmured against my lips. “Relax.” As he spoke, he began to pet me again, his fingers running through my hair. He kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in firm strokes. His mastery of my body reassured me, and I softened beneath him. My inner walls eased, and he pulled out slightly before gently