Their Captive

“Mine next,” Declan growls, prowling forward. Wes and Trey grin, nodding their heads in approval.

“Take good care of her, brother.” Trey licks his lips before he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. My arms are aching from being suspended, my entire body is spent, my mind spinning, my emotions all over the place. I’m both excited and afraid to be alone with Declan again.

My breathing is still out of control when he steps close enough for our bodies to touch. My sensitive nipples press against his muscular chest as he reaches up and unlocks the handcuffs. I lower my arms, a pins and needles sensation radiating from my shoulders and down my arms and back. My knees buckle from the combination of pain and overwhelming exhaustion. If it wasn’t for Declan’s strong arms coming to wrap around me, and holding me up, I would be a puddle on the floor right now.

“My arms,” I cry out, clinging to his chest.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need your arms for what I want from you,” he murmurs into my hair, and I feel this sudden urge to kiss him, but I don’t act on it. I’m far too afraid of being rejected by him or ruining this moment. He carries me to the bed but doesn’t lay me down on it. He just grabs a pillow and throws it on the floor before placing me down on it, making me kneel before him.

“Open up, Princess. Open your mouth wide for me and keep it open,” he orders while burying one of his large hands in my hair, cradling the side of my head. With his other hand, he starts stroking his cock. My eyes flutter closed, but his hand tightens in my hair, shaking my head lightly.

“Open your eyes and look at me while I come all over your face.” Following his command, I force my eyes open and gaze up at him. Our eyes bleed into each other’s as he pumps himself, his strokes are brutal, fierce and a moment later ropes of warm cum hit my face, most of it ending up in my mouth which I kept open for him.

“Stick out your tongue,” he grunts. When I do, he rubs the tip of his cock over it. “Suck it clean.” I close my lips around him and swirl my tongue over his tip, sucking slightly while keeping eyes on him. The salty tang of his release explodes against my taste buds. There is a deep satisfaction that seems to overtake his features, a feeling that I too have come to know in the last twenty-four-hours.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I almost collapse, I’m so fucking tired. I close my eyes unable to keep them open any longer. I don’t open them again. Not when he picks me up off the floor and carries me into the bathroom and not even when he makes me stand in the shower while holding me up the entire time.

I’m barely aware of him washing me and rinsing me off before sitting me down on the cold toilet seat so he can wrap me up in a towel and dry my hair. I feel like a life-size doll being cleaned after being played with.

Before I know it, I’m being lifted up again and put down on a soft, incredibly soft bed. Cool sheets caress my skin and a fluffy pillow molds to my head. The bed dips next to me and something warm grazes my arm.

“I should put you back in the cell,” Declan’s voice cuts through the darkness. It caresses something deep inside me, something inside me I haven’t felt before.

“Why don’t you?” I manage to whisper, my brain more than halfway asleep.

“‘Cause I want to fuck you again when you wake up,” he mutters, the words barely hitting my ears.

If I had the energy, I would smile at his comment, but I don’t, so instead I let the darkness wash over me, pulling me into an all-consuming slumber.

Chapter Fourteen

Trey

We give Declan two hours before we come back to his room. It’s mid-morning now and the room is quiet when I open the door and step inside. I’m not sure what I expect to find when I walk in but it’s definitely not for Jessa to be curled up in the bed with Declan sitting next to her, while leaning against the headboard looking out the window like he is deep in thought. He doesn’t look up at us as we enter, not until we are standing right in front of his bed.

“Finally changed your mind about killing her?” I ask, keeping my voice low enough so she won’t wake up.

“It still would be the best choice. The most humane thing to do. Hell, it’s still really our only option in the end,” Declan answers, keeping his voice low like mine.