Claiming My Sweet Captive

“You shouldn’t have covered yourself,” I issued a stern reprimand.

Her brows drew together, her lips thinning. “So you would have paraded me naked in front of everyone? In front of your brother? How fucked up is your family?”

My jaw tightened. She didn’t have the faintest idea about my fucked-up family dynamics, but that was none of her concern. Her only concern should be pleasing me.

“I would have covered you before I invited Cristian in. I don’t let other men look at what’s mine.”

Her small hands shoved at my chest in a fruitless attempt to push me away. “I’m not your property,” she seethed.

That was exactly what I wanted her to be: my pretty captive, my possession.

I wound her silky hair around my fingers and tugged her head back, trapping her beneath my implacable stare. “You could be,” I informed her, softening the hungry edge that threatened to roughen my tone. I didn’t want to frighten her, but she needed to understand the extent of my control. “I could make you my plaything, my eager little fucktoy. And I think you would be eager, Samantha. Your body aches to be touched.”

Her cheeks turned scarlet, and she writhed in my grip. Did she realize how she rubbed her peaked nipples against my chest?

No. I doubted my sweet little virgin was aware of how my dark desires affected her. It would make corrupting her that much more delicious.

“I don’t want to be your…” She trailed off, as though she couldn’t repeat my crass word. It wouldn’t issue from her innocent tongue.

There were all sorts of ways I wanted to train her to use her tongue, and none of them involved her cursing.

“You do,” I countered calmly. She might not want to acknowledge it, but that wouldn’t save her from the truth. I smoothed my fingers over her hair to prevent her defiance from melting into panic. She teetered on a knife’s edge; if I pushed too hard without gentling her, I wouldn’t be able to elicit pleasure from her untried body.

“But you’re still afraid,” I said softly. “You’re so innocent, you’re scared for me to touch your little pussy. That ends now. Your innocence is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You will accept my touch.”

She glowered at me. “I won’t. I won’t invite you to rape me.”

The disgusting word barely pricked my desire. It was a natural conclusion for her, and it was time she fully understood the terms of our relationship.

“I will never rape you,” I said evenly. “And I won’t fuck you at your invitation. You will beg and weep for my cock before I give you what you want.”

She shuddered in my arms, her body softening into mine as she trembled for me. The storm clouds of fear and desire in her expressive eyes captured my full attention. I relished her fear, because it was a manifestation of the power I held over her. But the desire she tried to deny intoxicated me. Samantha was perfect for my perversions, her psyche and body reacting to her fear with lust that matched my own.

I watched with a touch of awe as the storm clouds cleared, dissipating in a flash of flame-blue. My little captive was still deliciously defiant. The monster inside me stirred, my cock stiffening in anticipation. I’d relish taming this fierce, fragile creature.

“Go ahead and punish me, then,” she challenged. “You can spank me all you want, but I’ll never beg you to violate me.”

My scar twisted on my perverse smile. “I do enjoy a challenge.” I leaned down, so I could murmur the truth in her ear, allowing my lips to brush against her sensitive flesh. “You enjoyed your spanking, so it’s hardly a punishment.” My cock pulsed at the memory of her pert little ass turning red-hot beneath my hand.

I pushed that particular desire aside.

“But that’s not what I have planned for you. You owe me an orgasm. Your first. I want it. I’m going to make you come hard, so your body has no doubt that I’m your Master. I can give you pleasure. I can give you pain. Obedience is taught through discipline: punishment and reward. It’s time you learned exactly what that means.”

She trembled, and I could see her pulse jumping at her throat. A frightened doe had replaced the angry kitten in my arms. I wasn’t sure which I found more entrancing.

My cock throbbed, pressing into her belly. I pushed against her, reveling in the way her breath hitched as I forced her to acknowledge the erotic tension between us.

“Do you feel what you do to me, sirenita?” I asked, unable to prevent lust from roughening my voice. “You are so beautiful when you’re like this; your little body shuddering in my arms. Are you frightened? Or aroused?” I nipped at her ear, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Or both?”

I knew the truth, but she wouldn’t acknowledge it. Dark anticipation swirled within me as I proceeded to prove it to her. Keeping one arm locked around her waist, I trailed my free hand down her ass before dipping it between her legs to test her arousal. I’d already smelled the intoxicating, feminine scent suffusing the air around me, but I needed to show her the evidence she wanted to deny. I touched two fingers to her soft folds, swirling them in the wetness I found there.

“Both,” I concluded with satisfaction, pleasure unfurling in my chest.

My lips ghosted over her neck, just below her ear. She shivered in response, and my kiss firmed on her sensitive skin without thought. I didn’t usually treat women with such unwitting tenderness, but Samantha’s needs were so well-suited to mine that I couldn’t help myself.

I shook off the moment of weakness and issued a low command. “Stay.”

She didn’t so much as twitch when I released her from my hold and stepped away. Only her eyes moved as she watched me cross the short distance to my chest of drawers. I selected the items I needed, careful to block her view with my body. I didn’t want her to know what was coming. If she was prepared, she might not be as fearful.