Christmas Captive

"One," she finally breathed as I hit her the last time. Her worn-out body was slack against the bench, and she started to cry as I guided her off the furniture and into my arms. I knew it wasn't the pain, but instead the sweet relief of letting go.

I guided her to the bed, gently tucking her into the sheets. Her hand grabbed mine, and our eyes met, a silent war raging between us.

"Stay with me, Sir," she begged.

"I can't fuck you," I reminded her. "You'll be in too much pain."

"Okay," she whispered. "Just stay next to me..."

I hesitated, knowing exactly what I wanted and how wrong it would be to give in to a submissive's demands. Yet I gave her a curt nod, stripped my clothes, and climbed into bed next to her.

Amicia fell asleep in my arms, and I held her close, listening to her heartbeat until we both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.Chapter 13

Amicia

Waking up in Grayson's arms felt magical. I burrowed deeper into his embrace, and he held onto me tightly, his hands embracing me and pulling me against him. My eyes fluttered open and closed slowly until they finally focused on the window. I jumped to my feet, stirring Grayson in his sleep as I pressed my palms against the glass.

"What's going on?" he spoke up sleepily from the bed as I stared outside.

"It's snowing!"

He groaned, picking himself up from the bed and joining me by the window in nothing but boxers. "So it is. And why are you so excited about that, Kitty?"

"It's magical," I whispered, giving him a devious look. "Wouldn't you agree, Sir?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "Magical it is. Whatever you say, Kitty."

I shrieked as he grabbed for me, throwing me over his shoulder while I giggled and carrying me back to the bed we'd shared. He lay me down on my back, kissing a line down my body and making me whimper in delight. Our argument was long forgotten, all that was left of it the tension we refused to acknowledge.

Grayson raised his head, his eyes meeting mine as he gently pulled back. Frustration gripped me tightly, and I sighed out loud.

"What?" he demanded. "Wasn't that the perfect night's sleep?"

I sat up straight, my eyes boring into his as I muttered, "But I didn't want to sleep, Sir."

"No?" He cocked his head at me, an amused smile playing on his lips. "What did you want then, Kitty?"

"I wanted you," I whispered.

His eyes were dark and filled with naughty promises as he advanced on me, caging my body beneath his on the bed. "Is that so?"

"Yes," I managed. "I always wanted you."

"You should have told me."

"You were busy punishing me, remember?" I teased him.

"You deserved it. Naughty little thing. Tell me how you want me again."

"I want... you," I whispered, and in moments, his warm mouth covered mine. He kissed me deeply, not like an object or a plaything, but like a person he cared for. I allowed myself to live the fantasy, returning his passionate kisses as his hands ran down the length of my body, caressing inch after inch of me.

His touch turned fiery. I knew he wanted me. His hardness was pressing against me as he deepened our kiss, demanding more and more from my quivering lips. I was still naked, the only thing separating us, the thin fabric of his briefs. Finally, he pulled them down, his cock touching my bare skin for the very first time and making me gasp, eager for him to do so much more to me.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, gripping his cock in his fist, and touching his tip to my belly. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, Kitty."

"I need it, Sir," I managed. "I can't be without it anymore..."

"How badly do you need it?"

"I don't think I can stand another minute without it," I groaned, twisting, and turning beneath him. "Please, Sir... Put it inside me, don't torture me anymore..."

But he wasn't done just yet. He grabbed my arms by the wrists, locking them above my head as he toyed with his dick, pressing it between my pussy lips. He was leaking precum in moments, getting me even wetter as I begged and begged for him to take mercy on me. The cruelty he'd shown me the previous night had melted away to reveal a kind, caring man who wanted to please me as much as he wanted to torture me. I was so eager for him, so ready for him to take anything he'd ever wanted from my willing body. And he knew it too, eliciting moan after moan from my parted lips.

"You're impossible to resist, Kitty," he muttered against my mouth. "Im-fucking-possible."

I hadn't heard him curse before, and the dirty word made me arch my back, ready to beg for him to take me. I didn't need to though.