Their Captive

My own sex is clenching again, gripping around nothing as I imagine his long shaft inside my pussy instead of my mouth. Without realizing it, I moan. It’s muffled with his cock in my mouth, but that only seems to egg him on.

His grip on my head tightens as he thrusts into my throat faster and harder. I moan again on purpose, just because I know that he likes it.

Without warning, he lets go of me and pulls out. Sucking in a deep breath of oxygen I let my hand fall from his shaft. I look up at him, wondering for a moment if I’ve done something wrong, but then I find he is stroking himself, his grip tight, powerful. His eyes are squeezed shut, his handsome face contorted in what looks like a mixture of pleasure and pain. A moment later a grunt rips from his throat and ropes of warm, sticky cum hit my chest.

After giving his dick a few more lazy strokes, he stops and opens his eyes again. My gaze locks with his and for a moment we just stare at each other.

“Did my brother make you come, or do I need to take care of your pretty little pussy?”

Biting the inside of my cheek I consider lying so he will make me come again, but then I decide to go another direction. “Can it be both?”

He leans down and grabs my upper arms to pull me up, making me gasp with the sudden movement. He pushes me against the cold tile on the shower wall and I appreciate how it cools my heated skin.

Immediately he steps into me, invading my personal space…all of it. I feel like there is nothing around me but him. He snakes a hand between my legs and with his skilled fingers, he finds my hardened clit. I don’t know if he is okay with me touching him like this, but I can’t help but hold on to his arms. I think I might fall if I don’t.

He slips a thick finger inside of me while grazing my clit, I tighten my grip on his bicep and lean my forehead against his shoulder as he continues working the small nub between my legs.

Oh my god.

“Come for me, come while I finger-fuck you. I know you want to,” he whispers in my ear and his words are like a command…a command I follow. My orgasm washes over me just like the hot water coming from the spray above us. But the water is not what turns me boneless and my legs useless. I’m so exhausted that I nearly slump down to the floor, but Declan catches my arm and makes me stand up straight again. He holds onto me for a few moments until my legs start to work again.

“Thank you,” I whisper and not only for helping me stand up.

“Don’t thank me. You don’t know what I have planned for you later today.” In an instant, my blood goes from steamy hot to ice cold. He steps out of the shower and grabs two towels, handing one to me. I almost say thank you again, just out of habit because you know when someone hands you something you say thank you, that’s what normal people do in a normal situation, but this is neither.

“Come on, I’ll find you a clean shirt to wear for now,” he says when we are done drying off, motioning for me to follow him.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him in a small voice.

“Okay, go.” He wraps the towel around his waist before crossing his arms over his enormous chest standing before me like a statue of a Greek god.

I blink. “Y-you want me to…pee in front of you?”

“You had my dick in your mouth five minutes ago, but I can’t watch you sit down and pee? Get over yourself. There is too much shit in here to let you out of my sight.”

I scan the bathroom automatically looking for a weapon, but I can’t see anything besides regular bathroom stuff. Does he think I’ll stab him with a toothbrush?

“Either you use this toilet right now or you can piss in the bucket that I’ll be putting in your cell. The choice is yours.”

Bucket? Cell?

I scurry over to the toilet and sit down while he just stands there staring at me with a coldness in his eyes that I feel down to my bones. I try to relax and make myself pee, but my mind won’t let me. I can see he is growing impatient and that only makes me clamp up more.

“I’m trying, I swear.” At my words, he rolls his eyes.

“You have thirty seconds. Got it? Thirty-fucking-seconds!” He turns and exits the small room, closing the door all but a crack. As soon as he is out of sight, my muscles relax and I’m able to relieve myself.