Claiming My Sweet Captive

“I’ll kiss it better,” I promised.

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief. She lifted her face to mine, seeking my lips.

I turned my face away. “Not your lips,” I forced out. “I can’t when you’re like this.”

“But you said you’d kiss me,” she whined. “You said— Oh!”

Her complaints ended on a sharp cry when I drew her tight nipple into my mouth. I was careful not to use my teeth, treating her gently. Her body would be hypersensitive, and all I wanted was to ease her pain, not inflict more.

“Please,” she begged raggedly, lifting her hips to seek stimulation.

Resolving to do what was best for her, I released her wrists and pressed my hand down on her belly, pinning her in place so she couldn’t continue to tempt me with her helpless writhing. I hated my arousal, my weakness. I couldn’t help wanting her when she was hot and needy and calling me Master.

But this was about helping her, not fulfilling my own sick desires.

I joined her on the bed, settling my shoulders between her thighs. I’d never kissed her pussy before. I’d told myself she existed for my pleasure, and I’d always felt there was something subservient about worshipping a woman’s cunt.

When I’d gone to face Cristian, I’d realized I had no pride when it came to Samantha’s wellbeing. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

Her pale blue eyes watched me with rapt fascination as I lowered my head between her legs. I touched my tongue to her wet folds, and a low groan left my chest. I never could have imagined how decadent she’d taste, how soft she’d feel under my mouth.

Her fingers speared into my hair, and she pulled my face closer to her sex. “So good,” she panted. “More.”

I didn’t need the command to continue exploring her sweet perfection. I traced the line of her slit, licking up to her sensitive clit. She thrashed against my mouth, and my hands closed around her thighs on a growl, my fingers digging into her flesh as primal desire overtook my mind. Why had I denied myself this mouthwatering pleasure for so long? I should have known my Samantha was perfect for me in every way.

My tongue circled her clit, applying firm pressure against the needy bud. Her thighs quivered in my hold, but I kept her pinned in place so I could devour her in the way I wanted. My cock ached with the need to part her soaked folds, to stretch and fill her until her tight muscles contracted around me. Kissing her like this was exquisite torment, tearing me between the desire to continue pleasuring her and the need to fuck her hard and deep.

“Please,” she choked on a sob. “I need you inside me. It hurts. Please, Master…”

I couldn’t let her suffer.

And I couldn’t hold myself back. Not now that I had her taste on my tongue. Not now that I knew what it meant to give myself to her in every way, just as she’d given herself to me.

Master. The title burned into my brain, searing away rational thought.

I pressed one final kiss against her clit before I settled my body atop hers. I freed my cock from my slacks, but I managed to pause at her hot entrance, the last shred of decency in my mind whispering to me that what I was about to do was wrong.

“You shouldn’t call me that,” I ground out. “You really shouldn’t.”

She wrapped her legs around me, her heels pressing against my ass as she drew me inside. “My Master,” she moaned.

A deep, pained sound tore from my chest. I craved this. I’d craved it ever since I’d first captured her. She wasn’t in her right mind, but I was going to fuck her anyway, because the woman beneath me fulfilled all my darkest fantasies.

She needs me, I reasoned. She’s hurting.

But I knew the truth: I was selfish and possessive to the point of crazed obsession, and I couldn’t stop myself now.

I braced my arms on either side of her head and began to thrust deep inside her, claiming her with almost vicious force. My forehead dropped to touch hers, and I stared down into her lust-clouded eyes.

“Forgive me,” I whispered, even as I slammed my cock back inside her with enough force to rock her entire body. “Forgive me, sirenita.”

She didn’t seem aware of my words as she came undone on a scream. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she pulled my face down to hers so she could capture my lips. The intimate contact and feel of her inner walls squeezing my dick sent me over the edge, and I shouted my release against her mouth. Wet heat leaked from my eyes even as my seed branded her insides.

She shuddered and groaned beneath me. Then, her taut muscles relaxed, her tongue stilling against mine.

I pulled out of her body as her eyes fluttered closed. My stomach lurched as she slipped into unconsciousness, the full weight of my disgusting actions slamming into me.

“Forgive me,” I begged on a rasp. She didn’t respond.