Captured (Castile Family 1)

“We’ll start with the rings,” I announce.

Two men dart forward with Monsieur Charaund at their side. “I’ve brought you an assortment of stones, as you asked, along with settings in rose gold and platinum. I thought this one was particularly lovely. It is a seven-carat flawless rare pink diamond cut into a heart shape.”

Luna gasps, reaching out her hand to touch it and then retreating as quickly.

“You can touch anything.” I take her hand and place it on the tray, her palms and fingers splaying over the precious gems. “There’s nothing here that’s off limits.”

“This is too beautiful.”

“Not for you.” I take the pink diamond ring in its platinum setting and slide it onto Luna’s left ring finger. It fits perfectly. Her eyes glow and her mouth forms a perfect circle—one that I’d like to shove my cock through. “We’ll take it. Next!” I snap my fingers impatiently. Suddenly, I want everyone gone so that I can strip Luna down until she’s wearing nothing but my twelve million dollar diamond ring on her finger. I’d like to see that hand wrapped around my cock, with the diamond flashing in the sunlight as she jacks me off.

“The dress,” I order. Next to me, Luna giggles. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” She directs a purposeful gaze toward my lap where my hard-on has made its presence known.

“Nothing I can do about that. You exist. You’re breathing. Hence, my cock is at attention.”

Someone clears their throat. I tear my eyes away from Luna’s to see a red-faced sales attendant holding out a box.

“This is for the madam. It’s undergarments for the dress.”

Luna gets to her feet and takes the box. “Where should I change?”

The sales lady points to a screen set up toward the edge of the room. “There is fine.”

Luna heads in that direction while I take care of the bill for the ring. The jewelers depart, leaving me with a stylist and her two female assistants. Grant did a good job of staffing the workers. He knew that I wouldn’t be able to stand to have a dick around Luna while she was dressing and undressing. My temper would have been incandescent and I probably would’ve hurt someone.

Luna steps out from behind the curtain with a flimsy robe clutched around her shoulders. “Is this…I’ve never put one of these on before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

I’d answer, but my tongue is somewhere halfway down my throat. Luna is a vision in pink and white. Her body is encased in a stiff corset-type garment that shoves her tits up high and sucks in her already small waist. Straps dangle off the bottom of the corset, tickling the tops of her bare thighs. A tiny piece of silk covers her sex. My mouth waters and my muscles tighten. The bare skin I can see is turning rosy. I can’t wait to feast on her.

“Come here.” I motion her closer.

She takes a step and then stops, looking around. It’s then I realize there are other people in the room.

“Out.” I point to the door. No one moves. “Out!” I shout. Everyone scrambles for the door. I turn to Luna. “You. Here. Now.” I jerk my finger toward the floor.

I sprawl back onto the sofa and spread my legs wide, watching with hungry eyes as Luna walks toward me.

“I thought we were waiting for the wedding,” she says. I don’t know if she’s teasing me or she’s serious. All I know is that I’m dying to touch her.

I slide a hand between her legs, cup her sex and jerk her forward, forcing her to brace herself against my shoulders. “We will, but like I said there’s a thousand things I can do to you and you can do to me that don’t involve my cock inside your pussy.”

I pull the lace to one side and expose her slippery cunt to my fingers. “You’re wet.” I slide two fingers inside of her. “What turns you on, darling girl? The way that the corset holds you tight or the thought of me inside of you?”

“Both,” she gasps.

I pump her with my fingers and thrum her clit with my thumb. “One of these days, I’m going to come inside of you so hard and so long that you’ll feel it the next day. My cum will drip out of you, soaking your panties and coating your sweet thighs. You won’t be able to move without thinking of me and my cock and how I fucked you so good. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. God, yes. Fuck me, hard,” Luna cries.

I do as she orders, fucking her hard with one hand while the other fumbles with the zipper of my slacks. I pull out my rock-hard cock and pump it in rhythm. “You’re going to eat my cock, too, aren’t you?”