Claiming My Sweet Captive

I realized I’d been turning the pages, reading at my own pace instead of accommodating her. I glanced down at her to assess her mood, hoping she wasn’t falling into listlessness after the intense scene in the playroom.

She was staring up at me, her eyes scanning my face.

“Am I more interesting than your superheroes?” I asked, ruffling her hair.

“Anti-heroes,” she corrected me. “Well, some of them, anyway. That’s what makes them interesting.”

“Then why are you looking at me?”

She shrugged. “I already read it. I know the story.”

I set the book aside. “Then I’ll get you a different one. I don’t want you to be bored.”

“I’m not. You can keep reading it.”

My smile twisted. “I don’t want to read right now. Not when you’re watching me like that, my curious gatita.” I took her hand and pressed it against my growing erection.

Her pupils dilated, and her cheeks flushed pink as her own arousal rose in response. I’d conditioned her well, and she reacted to my needs beautifully.

I gripped her waist and shifted her body off mine. “On your hands and knees.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply. There was something different about her now; something had shifted between us in the last few hours. She was softer, sweeter. Almost needy in the way she stared at me, waiting for my next command.

I traced the line of her spine, communicating my pleasure with her. “You are so beautiful,” I murmured. “Stay.”

She let out a little sigh as I stepped away, but she didn’t move from her position. If anything, she seemed to relax into her submissive pose, her head dropping forward as her ass lifted in offering to me.

It only took me a minute to go to the chest of drawers and retrieve the items I wanted, but that short time of separation seemed to trouble her. By the time I returned, fresh tension had gripped her body, even though she remained still and compliant.

“Settle, cosita.” I smoothed my hand down her back, and she relaxed instantly. “I’m not going to restrain you, so you’re going to have to be very good for me.” Her head dipped forward again, exposing her nape to me, making her fully vulnerable. “Just like that,” I approved.

“I want you to trust me,” I confessed. After her bout of horror, I never wanted her to look at me like that again: like I was the villain, the monster.

“So, I’m going to trust you, too,” I continued. “I’m going to trust you to stay in position for me. I wanted to tie you down so you wouldn’t be able to move away from me. It’s safer for you if you stay still. That way, I won’t inflict pain unintentionally.”

I anticipated her renewed tension at the mention of pain, and I shushed her before anxiety could grip her. “You’ll like this. I’ll make sure you do, I promise. But you have to trust me. Can you do that for me?” The question was edged with strain. Her response was everything to me. I craved her affirmation.

She remained silent for agonizing seconds. I could simply restrain her and whip her, regardless of her wishes. But that would be a hollow victory. My control wouldn’t be real if I used force against her. Her submission wouldn’t be real.

Finally, she spoke. “Yes. I can trust you.”

Warmth expanded in my chest, and my lips split in a wide grin. My pleasure was more than twisted satisfaction at her capitulation; this was unadulterated joy. It felt strange and hot and bright, and I quickly became intoxicated by the foreign emotion. No one had ever made me feel like this. It made me crave her all the more. This was what I wanted from her: this sweet perfection.

My touch eased down her back, over the curve of her bottom, before tracing the line of her soft folds. She moaned and pushed back, welcoming me to press inside. I slowly penetrated her tight channel with my fingers. Her body began to rock slightly, so I pumped in and out of her to stimulate her in the way she liked.

While she fell into lust, I picked up the lubed anal plug that I’d prepared and placed on the nightstand. She didn’t seem to have noticed it, but it certainly got her attention when I pressed it against her virgin asshole.

She stilled and stared back at me, her pretty features slack with surprise.

“Trust me,” I urged. “This will feel good.”

I withdrew my fingers from her sheath so I could play with her clit, distracting her from the discomfort of the unyielding red plug pressing against her puckered bud. As I traced teasing circles around her hard clit, her tight ring of muscles eased. The plug slipped inside, barely penetrating her. I worked it in slowly, careful not to damage her as I stretched her tight hole. I wanted her to associate this with pleasure, not pain.

She surrendered her most vulnerable area to me, flowering open and accepting the intrusion of the plug. Little moans and panting noises filled the bedroom, soft sounds of perverted desire and sweet submission.

When the plug entered her at its widest point, she whined in discomfort. I rubbed her clit more firmly, not easing the pressure. She’d learn to take much larger plugs than this during the course of her training.

“Almost there,” I assured her. “You’re doing so well. You’re going to love taking my cock in your ass, once you’re properly prepared.”