Claiming My Sweet Captive

The plug sank all the way inside her, stretching her in a way she’d never experienced. She continued to draw in panting breaths as she struggled to adjust to the intrusion.

Keeping my thumb on her clit, I dipped my forefinger back into her wet cunt. She groaned as I slid into her sheath, filling her up in both virgin holes. Her muscles contracted around my finger, and I knew she was about to orgasm.

“Come for me.” I increased the pressure of my thumb on her clit as I found the sweet spot at the front of her inner walls. She shattered on a shriek, her body clamping down on my finger. I bit back a groan as my own desire crested. I could hardly imagine the ecstasy I’d experience if her hot little pussy squeezed my dick so tightly.

I didn’t relent until she gasped against the sheets, struggling to find air after screaming out her completion.

“Stay just like that,” I ordered, my voice thick with my own desire. “Don’t move.”

I picked up the crop where I’d laid it on the bed behind her. She was too drunk on lust to notice my actions, and she cried out in shock when I delivered the first smack against her ass. She jerked to attention, her eyes jumping to mine.

Her cry melted into the sexiest moan, her gaze locking on my face. The way she stared at me was intoxicating; her sky-blue eyes fixated on me with something like awe. A rush of pleasure and lust flooded my being. There was nothing twisted about my satisfaction, no dark taint of cruel triumph. She’d incited a matching sense of wonder in me. In this moment, she’d placed herself completely in my power, trusting me and ceding to me willingly.

I touched the leather tongue of the crop beneath her chin, lifting her face. “I like when you look at me like this. My kinky virgin.”

I slid the crop up to her lips to let her taste the leather, intending to overwhelm all her senses. Desire tore through me when she tenderly kissed the implement I would use to paint her ass red. She wanted the pain, the pleasure. She wanted everything I had to give her, would accept anything I chose to do to her.

I wouldn’t violate her trust. I wouldn’t risk shattering it by using her cruelly.

“You please me, Samantha. Very much.”

She let out a little happy humming noise and licked the length of the crop, worshipping it the same way she showed reverence to my cock. My arousal sharpened to something almost painful, but my pleasure with her overshadowed any discomfort.

“You like the crop? You’re not scared of it? You’re not scared of me?”

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“No,” she moaned, lifting her ass in wanton invitation. “Please.”

I laughed, the sound of my delight rolling from my chest. “All right, greedy gatita. Don’t move.”

I tapped her ass with the crop, letting her get a feel for the light sting. She let out a long sigh, and her head dropped forward as she surrendered fully. I struck her again, harder. She didn’t cry out or shift away, so I increased the intensity, giving her a harsher bite with each lash.

Her entire body relaxed, and her eyes slid closed. She didn’t so much as flinch or grunt in pain. Her breathing turned deep and even, and I knew she was beginning to find her blissful, quiet headspace, freed from her frenetic thoughts.

“Andrés.” She’d never moaned my name like that, her voice husky with need.

I dropped the crop and leaned over her, so I could murmur in her ear. In her current state, she’d give me anything I demanded of her. “I could fuck you right now, couldn’t I, kinky virgin? Your tight little pussy would welcome my cock.”

“Andrés, please…”

“You shouldn’t say my name like that, sirenita,” I warned. The way she was moaning and begging took me to the edge of my control. “You really shouldn’t.” I cursed and unbuckled my belt, aching for relief. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips parted, her eyes fluttering open as I surged inside. I slid all the way to the back of her throat, unable to rein myself in. Taking her mouth was the only way I’d be able to restrain myself from claiming her cunt.

She accepted all of me, her body well-trained to handle my size, my demands. My fingers tightened in her hair, and I held myself deep for a few seconds before sliding back, allowing her to breathe.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I told her roughly, surging forward again. “The way I want to fuck your little pussy. But not today. Not when you’re like this.” She was barely lucid right now, her mind lost to my will. I wouldn’t take her virginity when she wouldn’t really be aware of what she was offering to me. I couldn’t bear to lose this trust she was placing in me.

I held her face in both hands, my fingers threaded into her hair as I used her mouth the way I wanted. She encouraged my rough treatment, swirling her tongue around my cock and sucking me.

I wanted to feel her scream. I picked up the crop and began tapping it against the base of the plug, stimulating her ass. She shrieked around me, the sound of her ecstasy vibrating against my dick. I released into her mouth on a feral roar, pumping in mercilessly as I spilled my cum all over her tongue. She swallowed everything I gave her, just like I’d taught her.

I withdrew from her and scooped her up as I laid down beside her, spent and sated. I pulled her tightly against me, running my hands over her soft skin as I kissed the top of her head. She snuggled in, as though she couldn’t get close enough.

My pretty little captive no longer feared me.

Chapter 14