Christmas Captive

His cock buried in my silky depths and I cried out with relief as he started moving in me. His hips were powerful and unrelenting, driving his cock into me again and again until stars exploded in front of my vision. He showed me pleasure in a matter of seconds, the kind I'd spent my whole life searching for. I knew the question to his answer from the previous night now more than ever.

Have you ever been in love before?

No, I have not.

Not then.

Not before you.

My lips parted to get the words out, but he drowned them with another demanding kiss. Grayson Kline was a passionate lover who wasn't afraid of taking what he wanted. His touch was as punishing as it was kind, and he brought me to the edge several times, pulling back just before I could come. He laughed at me, and I knew he was playing one of his endless games again as he drove into me again and again.

"Please," I rasped pleadingly. "I want to come, Sir..."

"You will," he promised me. "As soon as you tell me what you were just thinking about."

My cheeks darkened and flushed. The man was a mind reader on top of everything else. It felt like he was in my head, turning over every stone to find the truth that I'd selfishly tried to keep to myself. It was too soon... much too soon to admit the depth of my feelings, especially knowing he didn't feel the same way.

"I don't want to," I whispered, prompting him to reach up, brushing hair out of my face and gently wrapping his fingers around my neck. I gasped, eager for him to squeeze tighter yet too afraid to ask for the pain I hadn't known I'd been craving.

"You don't want to?" he repeated gently, and I shook my head. "I want you to though, Kitty. And that's all that matters, isn't it? That you please me."

I found myself nodding despite not wanting to admit it, and he smiled at me affectionately, groaning as my pussy clenched around his cock.

"As soon as you tell me, I'll let you come," he grunted. "An orgasm for your thoughts, my pretty Kitty..."

I didn't want to, but he'd brought me close enough to the edge that I was unable to resist, my body quivering beneath his and demanding the release he refused to give me.

"I... I have feelings for you," I blurted. "You asked me if I'd been in love... No, I haven't been."

He stilled on top of me, his eyes questioning me and his cock throbbing inside me, making me shake. "Don't lie to me, Kitty. You're not allowed to lie to me."

"I'm not," I whispered. "I'm not lying... I haven't loved anyone... not until..."

"Not until what?" His fingers tightened around my neck and I whimpered in delight.

"Not until you," I finished softly.

A split second later, he began fucking me again, his eyes on mine as I gasped and gasped and he brought me so close I couldn't stop saying please. Finally, he allowed it, giving me a nod, and making my eyes flutter closed as I came apart beneath him. His fingers touched the hollow in my throat, gently but firm as they pressed down on my throat, giving me an orgasm I wouldn't forget for the rest of my life.

But he wasn't done yet, and as I came down from my high, he made that clear. He drove into me again and again, giving me pleasure like I hadn't known existed. His body pumped into mine and he groaned, making sure I knew just how much I was pleasing him.

"Please, Sir," I managed. "I want to make you come, too..."

"Are you on protection?" he grunted, his eyes searching mine for the truth.

I swallowed; eyes locked with his as I shook my head.

"Fuck," he muttered, making my skin erupt in goosebumps. "I shouldn't..."

"Please." I grabbed his wrist, my eyes begging him to go on, do the unthinkable. "I don't care, just do it."

He groaned, driving himself deeper into me. He was like a man possessed, his mouth swallowing me up as he moved his hips in and out of me at a pace that made me keep coming, again and again and again.

I knew he was close, his cock throbbing inside me and leaking with wetness when he pulled back, locking eyes with me.

"You'll be the death of me, Amicia," he muttered, and I lifted my head, kissing him with every emotion he’d made me feel for the first time.

He came inside me, with my lips on his and his tongue touching mine. I gasped, and he breathed my name as he buried his cock deep within me, leaking his come out of the tip and filling me up to the very brim.

He kept rocking his hips back and forward at a steady pace, ripping one last orgasm from my worn-out body. He didn't pull out, not even when his cock stopped leaking. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and kept his cock buried deep within me.