Captured by You (One Night of Passion 1.60)

He stood after a moment and came toward her again. She realized she panted shallowly from arousal, her nipples feeling chafed and sensitive as they moved subtly against the blanket.

“I’m going to turn you so that your bottom is facing the camera.”

A sharp pain of desire stabbed at her clit. She turned her face, her forehead against the blanket and bit her lower lip to stifle a groan. He was going to use his camera to stare directly at her most private places. It shamed her a little that the idea aroused her so greatly.

After he’d positioned her, she was on her knees with her bottom raised several inches above her bound ankles, her shoulders and head on the blanket. She was highly aware of Chance kneeling next to her right hip, hating when he slid his hands off her shoulders, wishing he’d touch her again. Her entire body screamed for the friction of his caress.

Her heart squeezed when he didn’t immediately move away. It leapt when he suddenly opened his big hand between her thighs, his finger sliding between her labia.

“You’re so turned on, your clit is swelling between the lips,” he said gruffly.

His finger twitched, flicking her clit for emphasis.

“Chance,” she said in a choked voice.

He didn’t reply, just stood. She couldn’t see him in her position, but she could hear his camera clicking, knew he was zeroing in on her bound body, her ass, her obvious arousal, capturing the evidence of a captive who clearly enjoyed her captivity.

Her breath caught in her lungs when the clicking sound ceased. A second later, she felt his weight on the blanket. She turned her chin as far as she could and saw him kneeling next to her. He touched her ass, stroking the sensitive skin, letting his fingertips trail into the crack in a teasing caress.

“Would it be all right if I spanked you? Not hard. Just enough to make your ass pink.”

She strained to see his face with her right eye. It was glazed with a light perspiration and tight with arousal, but his eyes on her were warm.

“Yes,” she replied.

He gave her a small smile and the hand on her ass lifted. Her eyes sprang wide when he brought it back again, this time landing a brisk smack on her buttocks. Again and again he slapped her ass, making it tingle. He didn’t strike her hard, but he did spank her frequently.

“Do you like being spanked, little captive?” he murmured.

“No,” she spat, lying through her teeth in order to play the part. He paused, his hand caressing her buttocks, and she hissed under her breath, “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said smugly.

In order to redeem her pride just a little, however, she tried to avoid the blows, shifting her hips and nearly causing herself to spill over on her side. Chance reached across her ass and held her in place to receive the spanks he administered with his other hand.

Sherona realized tears wet her cheeks and the blanket, but they weren’t from pain. They were from pure sexual frustration. She wanted to come so badly, she was about to scream.

By the time he stood, her bottom burned. Her pussy felt as if it were aflame.

She heard the camera clicking and bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She was so hot, she was about to spontaneously combust. When would Chance end this torture?

This time when the camera stopped and he came to the blanket, she begged softly, her arousal surmounting her pride.

“Chance, please,” she moaned.

“I know,” he said, sounding grim. “Do you think I’m not suffering, too? Just one more position, one more round of photos, and we’ll be finished.”

She felt him unbinding the ankle restraints and moaned into the blanket. Her cheeks were hot and damp from her tears and perspiration. She knew what he was going to do, and she was right.

He made her split her legs wide, still in the bent-over position, her tail in the air, her sex fully exposed.

“Jesus, Sherona,” she heard him hiss.

She clamped her eyelids shut in a mixture of shame, excitement and arousal. She could only guess what she looked like, her pussy soaked and swollen and red from uncontrollable lust, her bountiful sexuality displayed for Chance’s eyes and his camera.

Her eyes remained clenched shut the entire time he photographed her in that bent-over position, her enflamed, dripping pussy and spanked ass on display. She’d thought it would be better to have the air lick at her exposed sex, but it wasn’t. It tortured her all the more. But it was Chance’s observance of her raw desire that tormented her the most.

This is what he’d turned her into—an alive, sexy, liberated woman who would likely be forever captive to one thing and one thing only.