Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

“That’s it, Pet. Keep it up. I want to watch you come while I fuck your ass with this.”

I should have told him no, that I didn’t want to come like this, but I didn’t. I never got the chance. My body rubbed of its own volition against the post, and all I could get out was a wanton moan. After burning with arousal for so long, I was so close. He withdrew the plug and I actually pressed back against him to hasten his plunge back in, all the while grinding my clit against the post.

“Yes, Master. It feels so good. Faster, please.” I couldn’t believe I was saying those things, but it was my voice, rising in volume with every word. I was so close. So god damned close.

It hit me all of a sudden, like a tidal wave. He stopped fucking me with the plug and just held it there deep inside me as the wave crashed through me from head to toe. Before it had even receded, the rest of the restraints were gone. He withdrew the plug all the way this time, and then he was pushing me down over the bed.

I feared for a brief second he was going to try to force his cock in my ass—there was no way that would fit. But I felt the tip of him pressing against my sex, and he started to thrust in with minimal resistance—thanks to god knows how much time I’d just spent sopping wet.

He rammed into me hard and fast. I held onto the covers and he grabbed my hips for leverage.

“You look so fucking hot when you come, Pet. Your lips parted…your eyes closed…your head tilted back… and you flush all the way down to your gorgeous tits. So…fucking…hot,” he groaned between labored breaths.

Once was apparently not enough, because my body was already on a fast climb to the top.

He slipped one hand under me and rubbed my clit. Hard. Fast. So good.

“Come for me again.”

I was so close. Almost there.

“Now, god damn it. Let me see you come.”

Even that part of me was helpless to resist him. I toppled over the edge, bucking back against him, and I could feel him pound against my cervix. Pain or pleasure, I had no idea. Just so freaking good. I was still screaming when I felt him swell. One last thrust and he was shooting his come deep inside me with a loud shout. So deep. So good.

I collapsed. One big bundle of satisfied nerve endings. When he withdrew, I was aware of an emptiness even more profound than usual. I was empty. There was nothing in any part of me. But I was sinking too comfortably into the mattress to care.

7

Derek

Her body was slack against me. Soft, and relaxed in sleep. And while my body felt sated—she’d been fucking incredible—I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t sleep.

I had five days.

Five days to make sure Scar would be OK.

I intended to be the one to walk away from Mateo’s ‘meeting’ on Friday, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions. And there was a decent chance I’d be on my way there soon.

I wanted to scream at that fucker fate, who was probably sitting up in the sky laughing at me, but I deserved this. As long as Scar was safe, that was all that really mattered.

Unfortunately, if I was being honest with myself, even that was going to be a long shot. I couldn’t be meeting with Mateo and putting Scar on a plane at the same time. And the sooner I put her on the plane, the more time Mateo had to figure out I’d gotten her the hell out of here. Her best chance at escaping was to be boarding the plane at the exact time Mateo was busy with me—obviously not something I’d be able to accomplish on my own. Who the fuck was I supposed to trust with Scar’s life?

No one—that’s who. But I didn’t have much of a choice. Not one of Marcos’ goons, obviously. Vicente Fuentes, maybe. Assuming he was trustworthy—which was not definite. If I handed her over into his care though, I had no doubt he’d do his damnedest to make sure I never laid eyes on her again if I happened to survive this. I’d do it if I had to, but it would be a last resort—not that there were many other options to consider.

Fuck! I knew what to do…except the guy was probably already dead. Still, I slipped out of the bed as quietly as I could and grabbed the cell phone out of the back pocket of my pants. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. God damn it, I needed him to be alive. There was someone I could trust to help make sure Scar escaped safely. I could trust him because I already had. Without him, I might never have found Scar in that fucking basement.