Their Captive
Fuck, she’s sealing our fates with each inch of my cock she takes.
My side hurts like fucking hell every time I flex, but I don’t care. I keep fucking her until I feel her pussy start to quiver around my shaft. Our juices gather around my balls, cum, and her arousal coating my body.
“Not yet, Princess. I’ll tell you when to come,” I order and even I notice that my voice has lost its edge. Shaking the thought away I lie back on the mattress. “First, I want you to ride me.”
She places her hands on my lower stomach for support, and even in the lust filled stupor she’s in, she uses caution, making sure she doesn’t come close to my wound. For some reason that matters to me. The fact that she’s caring for me, the fact that she doesn’t want to hurt me, it means something.
Before I can focus on what it might mean she starts moving. She starts out slow, so slow I think she might be trying to punish me. She’s moving her hips, grinding herself over my cock so fucking perfectly, my balls tighten, and I almost come right then.
It’s not long before she picks up speed, her movements becoming erratic, hurried, like she’s chasing her orgasm.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock, make your pussy squeeze me. Suck that sticky hot cum right out of my cock.” I barely finish speaking, the words just passing my lips when I feel her walls squeezing around me, her head falls back and her whole body tightens as she reaches her climax.
Her body trembles as aftershocks ripple through her pussy, pulling my orgasm right out of me. My balls draw together, and I shoot the biggest fucking load of my life inside of her. Warmth floods my body as I continue thrusting, sticky ropes of hot semen coat her cunt, and I swear I could live inside her forever.
She collapses on top of me, her hands on my chest and her head on my shoulder with her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Her breath is warm on my skin as I’m wallowing in the aftermath of that mind-blowing orgasm. Sex has always been, well, just sex. It’s never been anything as soul-shattering, all-consuming as this was. I don’t understand the hold she has over my brothers and me.
It’s almost like she’s got a magical pussy or something, either that or she really is that perfect, which is just in-fucking-sane.
When my endorphin flooded brain finally regains control and I’m able to form a coherent thought I know that this can’t really be happening. She can’t be cuddling into my chest, sleeping in my bed with me like this, like we’re a fucking couple or something. She doesn’t want this. How could she? I just drew her blood. My brothers and I kidnapped her, hurt her, violated her and yet here she is clutching onto me like I’m her favorite blanket or something.
I wrap my fingers around her slender arms and pull her off of me. My touch is gentle, which surprises me. Seeing her blood, watching it coat the blade of that knife. It changed everything. It changed me.
“No,” she whimpers, and then a moment later says, “Please…I need this too.”
Need this?
She tilts her head to the side so she can look at my face. Her cheeks are a soft pink, her eyes sleepy. She must see the confusion in my expression because her mouth opens again.
“I want you…I want you to hold me. I want…all of you. In every way I can have you. I want to be yours, theirs.”
“You don’t know what you are saying,” I tell her, shaking my head in disbelief.
“I do know what I’m saying, and I know what I want…I want you.”
“How could you possibly want us?” She must be having a post-orgasmic high. She’s probably confused.
“I’ve never…my father never cared about me. No one’s ever cared about me. I’ve been alone my whole life. I don’t even have friends. I want to be yours. I want to belong to you, all of you.”
An ache forms in my chest, my stupid fucking heart pounding like crazy in my chest. Her words are dripping with pain. And I know that she means every word she says. Fuck, that only makes me want to kill her father more. What a fucking asshole. What a piece of shit. God, I can’t wait to end his fucking pitiful life. If anyone deserves death, it’s him.
I let her sink back down on top of me and wrap my arms around her small frame. For the first time since we took her, I worry if she’s okay. Is she eating enough? Surely Wes and Trey have been caring for her. I grind my teeth together. I shouldn’t care, but I do, because I truly do care. Her body molds into mine like it belongs here and nowhere else.