Captured: A Dark Suspenseful Gothic Romance (The Rule of Lawes Series Book 1)

by Felicity Brandon

  “Mmmm, I like the way that sounds,” Fuller enthused. “You have a great throat to fuck, Hannah.”

  Her chest heaved at his words. She wished she could alleviate some of the pressure on her screaming knees or relax her shoulders for a second, but there was no relief coming for Hannah. She hung from her cuffs, completely immobilized by the man above her. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Fuller reached behind her head and released the buckle. Tugging at the gag, the metal fell to the floor between them, along with a cascade of Hannah’s drool.

  He yanked her head back. “You’re going to finish the job for me, little girl. Make it good.”

  She blinked at him, dazed by the change of tack, yet thrilled to have the evil gag out of her mouth. Easing forward as much as her position and his hand would permit, Hannah contemplated the throbbing cock before her. Clearly, Fuller was highly aroused; the dark purple color of his crown reinforcing the point. She knew it wouldn’t take long to topple him over the edge. Hannah swallowed before she wrapped her lips around it. She may not have desired the act or the way Fuller had gone about it, yet incredibly, she knew what effect the whole ordeal had on her sex. Hannah was soaking again, a fact Fuller could clarify for himself, merely by reaching down and sweeping one digit across her labia. She was also aware the faster she sated his desire, the faster he would leave her alone.

  At least, that’s what she hoped.

  Ten

  The Little Pet

  Hannah devoured Fuller, taking the full length of his cock to the back of her throat like before, only this time, her mouth was liberated.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled, guiding her head up and down while she consumed him. “That is so good, little girl.”

  Remarkably, Hannah was inclined to agree. Now that the hideous gag was gone, she was enjoying the blow job, and even though Hannah hadn’t been the one to initiate the act, Fuller tasted great in her mouth. It had been a long time since she’d last given head—too long—and the fact she was bound was having its usual intoxicating effect on her body, making her hot, making her pussy slick, and making her heady. Just the removal of the spider gag seemed to have shifted something in Hannah’s head, morphing it from something cruel to something inexplicably sexy. She liked the weight of his hand in her hair and the exquisite agony in her knees. Hannah’s breasts ached to be touched, to be toyed with—to be tormented.

  Fuller snarled as his pleasure peaked, holding Hannah in place as wave upon wave of hot cum spilled over her face. Panting below him, Hannah did what she knew he wanted. She held her mouth open to receive the deposit and swallowed down as much of Fuller’s cum as she could.

  Letting go of her head, Fuller let out a sigh. “I’m impressed, Hannah. Lawes’ notes gave me no indication of how far you’ve come in such a short space of time.”

  Hannah lifted her head to look at him. Fuller must have been just as tall as Lawes, but his hair was darker and his eyes a hypnotizing sky blue. Seeing her struggle, he tucked his cock away before lowering himself to his haunches.

  “How are those knees?”

  Hannah fluttered her eyes at the question. It was about the last thing she was expecting him to say.

  “They hurt.” She paused, acknowledging just how hoarse her voice was. “Mr. Fuller, sir.” Hannah added the final words with a sigh, knowing it was what she needed to do to win favor with the guy, but refusing to accept the fact her clit pulsed needily at her subservience.

  Fuller’s expression softened. “Okay, let me help you.”

  He reached over her head, his body pressing into her face while he released Hannah’s cuffed wrists from the hook. Her arms crashed down against her body, and instinctively, she fell forward against his torso, tightening the leash connected to her neck. Fuller’s arms snaked to her middle at once, propping Hannah up.

  “Easy!” He was amused again, a reality that should have riled Hannah, except she had no energy to be maddened.

  She was shattered.

  God knew what time it was, but surely it had been at least twenty-four hours since Hannah got any sleep. After everything that had happened to her, she wasn’t sure if she was coming or going anymore.

  “You missed feeding time, little girl. You’re exhausted.”

  She inhaled against his shirt, breathing in the smell of the linen, but she didn’t reply.

  “Come with me. I’ll get you hydrated.”

  Hannah felt him reaching behind her again, and a moment later, she caught sight of the metal leash being wrapped around his hand. Her eyes slid closed. Oh God, she didn’t have to crawl again, did she? Hannah wasn’t sure if she could persuade her hands and knees to work in unison. She was thirsty, and the weariness seemed to be rolling over her now like fog. As though Fuller had read her mind, he swept Hannah up into his arms. Her wrists were still bound behind her, but she was close to being past caring at that point. At least she didn’t have to crawl…

  “I’ll return with Hannah shortly.” Fuller’s words echoed around the barren space. “In the meantime, the rest of you should get some sleep. Don’t let me catch anyone down here talking.”

  He was met with silence, and Hannah’s gaze took in the look of half a dozen faces as they pressed forward against the bars of the cages. Then she was gone, carried from the place with dizzying speed. Hannah buried her head closer to Fuller’s chest while he leapt up the narrow, stone stairway. Not that she wanted the reassurance of Fuller so much, but with her arms out of action, her position felt precarious, so she sought the safety he represented at that moment. It was absurd that one of the men who’d been instrumental in her capture should represent anything but fear and revulsion, but there it was.

  This place had been a confusing mix of trepidation and curiosity from the first moment Hannah had stepped foot in it, and everything that had happened since then had only made the horrifying truth worse. She loathed what the men here symbolized—the ability to delude her, ensnare her, and take whatever they wanted. Yet at the same time, Hannah was faced with the tantalizing prospect that she was turned on by much of what had taken place. So far, Lawes and Matthew had been right—she’d been so distracted at her treatment, she’d barely given any thought to her dental phobia. Her lips curled at that irony. She looked up to find herself in a large, wood-paneled room. It was warm, thanks to the roaring fire, and dimly lit by side lights and lamps. It looked a lot like Lawes’ office, the place she had been brought to by Matthew to meet Lawes, yet this room was a mirror image of it—the window was on the other side as was the desk and the huge fireplace.

  Fuller placed her on her feet gently, the leash falling between her exposed breasts before he gestured behind Hannah.

  “Get into the bed. You need to rest, little girl.”

  Hannah turned, her brow knitting. This was an office—anyone could see that—surely there’d be no bed here?

  “The pet bed.” He sounded closer now, and as she spun back, he was almost on top of her.

  Hannah balked at his sudden proximity, stumbling back and nearly falling, but Fuller reached around her body and caught her with ease.

  “Careful.” He arched a brow at her, his lips twitching, and all of a sudden, it was hard to breathe.

  The man was genuinely attractive, and even though it was preposterous to desire a man like Fuller, Hannah knew that was why her heart was racing. It wasn’t fear that flooded her body at that moment but outright passion.

  “I’m sorry. Sir.”

  He smiled, guiding her body around to face the direction he intended.

  “Into the bed. Now.”

  Hannah inhaled at the command, her gaze landing on the soft looking pet bed. It was precisely the same type as the one she’d seen in Lawes’ room earlier, although at that point, she’d had no idea it was intended for captive women. Women like her. Tentatively, she put one foot in front of the other and tiptoed toward the bed. Fuller laughed, smacking her right ass cheek to encourage her forward.

  “Go on,” he en
thused. “You’ll find it a lot softer than the cage.”

  Hannah yelped at the spank, though in truth, there was no real pain, the sensation driving her onward until her feet were inside the confines of the pet bed. Glancing back at Fuller’s expectant expression, she dropped hurriedly to her knees and gazed up at him.

  His lips twitched. “I’ll shift your cuffs to the front soon, so you can get some proper rest, but first, to hydrate you.”

  She regarded him gratefully. Whatever else Hannah would have to endure, a drink sounded wonderful. He turned, striding toward one of the wooden units, pulling it open to reveal a refrigerator. Choosing a large bottle of what looked like water from inside, he turned, grinning as he closed the distance between them again. Fuller opened the bottle, falling to his knees before he tugged Hannah forward.

  “Time to drink, little girl.”

  Hannah’s gaze darted to his face, and she watched while Fuller opened the bottle and took a swig of water. Collecting her leash with his free hand, he yanked Hannah’s body toward him just as his face descended. Stunned, she accepted the way his lips skimmed over hers, her mouth parting out of instinct, and with no explanation, Fuller poured the water into her mouth from his own lips. Hannah had no choice but to accept the cool liquid, but the reality was, she would never have done otherwise. Not only was she desperate for it, but the act was peculiarly erotic. Hannah had never known anything like it. When she gulped the water, she noticed the way Fuller’s lips curled.

  “More?” Fuller arched an eyebrow at her with the query.

  “Please,” she whimpered, instantly despising how pitiful she sounded.

  “Good girl.” Fuller edged closer to her body down at Hannah’s side. “You’re beautiful, and you’re going to make a wonderful pet.”

  His palm shifted back into her hair, holding her head close while he took another mouthful of water, then, leaning in to kiss her, he emptied the drink into her grateful mouth. And Hannah was grateful—there was no denying that. She wasn’t sure if it was the tiredness, the dehydration, or the perceived sensuality of the gesture, but something was making her head spin in the most unusual way—the most wonderful way—and after everything that had already happened since she’d wandered into the place, that was truly saying something.

  “One more mouthful, little girl.”

  Hannah licked her lips, watching as he poured the drink into his mouth before sharing it with her. By now, she appreciated those strong digits in her hair. Hannah had the distinct sense Fuller was the only thing keeping her upright.

  His hand was at her ass then, the fingers caressing the curve of her cheek and dipping toward her sex. Instinctively, Hannah’s body froze. Not because she didn’t want his touch, but because she knew what Fuller was going to find when he got to her labia, and her shame sky-rocketed, followed closely by her arousal.

  “My, my, Hannah.” Fuller drew in a breath. “You are enjoying your stay a lot more than I’d expected.”

  Hannah’s lower lip caught between her teeth. She could feel her cheeks glowing with a hard blush.

  “That’s good.” One, then two of his fingers dipped into her pussy, and slowly, Fuller eased them in, then out again. “Oh, that’s very good, Hannah. It means you and me—we’re going to get along very nicely.”

  She panted at his words, biting her lip harder. How she could be so horny being degraded this way was beyond her understanding, and as Fuller’s fingers began to move, she wasn’t even sure she cared.

  “Oh!” The sound was a whimper.

  Hannah’s thighs were trembling with the pressure of taking her weight, and her head was starting to ache, but she didn’t care. All she could think about now was how good Fuller’s fingers felt inside her, and once again, she imagined what it would be like to take his cock there instead. To have both his and Lawes’ cock at the same time. No doubt, they’d ensure she was bound or denigrated in some other needless manner. She gasped at the mental image, clenching at his fingers.

  Fuller laughed. “You are impressive, little girl. Perhaps we should move straight to your tail already.”

  Hannah’s gaze flitted to his face at that. Tail—had the man just said tail?

  Fuller chuckled. “Your cunt is delightful, but now let me check out your other exquisite hole.”

  Hannah shook as he pressed himself up against her, his hand slipping from her wetness, sliding between her ass cheeks. She tensed at the change of tack, her muscles fighting to prevent his exploration of the new area.

  “Naughty. Girl.” Fuller spanked her twice, each word punctuated by a powerful blow.

  Hannah shuddered, but she realized it was more from the shame of disappointing him than the pain. A thought that echoed around her mind as though it would haunt her for all time.

  “Now, spread those legs a little wider.”

  Hannah splayed her knees as far as she could while Fuller hitched her bound wrists further up her back.

  “Have you ever taken a plug before, little girl?”

  She inhaled a shaky breath. “No, sir.”

  “Anal sex?” he inquired, his tone demonstrating the obvious disbelief he felt on the subject.

  “A few times, sir, but not recently.” Her face flamed harder as she was forced to admit such a private thing. Two of her ex boyfriends had wanted anal, but Hannah had always been reticent, believing it would hurt.

  “Okay, this will be a little intense then.”

  That was all the warning Hannah got. Fuller’s palms pried her ass cheeks apart, and from out of nowhere, a trickle of something cold ran down between them. Hannah’s breath caught, and she gasped into his chest.

  “This will help get you started,” he explained, massaging the liquid between her cheeks. “This lube will make things less painful.”

  She lifted her head, unsure what he was using. Hannah hadn’t seen Fuller with any lubricant until now, but no doubt, he had a secret stash in every part of the room.

  “What do you say, girl?”

  Hannah didn’t know what the fuck to say. First, she was forced into a cage, then into a pet bed, and now this?

  “Th-thank you, Mr. Fuller.”

  “Good girl,” he praised her. “Now, you can turn around and see what’s going to be fitted in your delicious backside.”

  It took every ounce of her strength to glance back, but she had to know what Fuller intended. By the side of the pet bed, a small black dildo laid waiting. It was probably only about four inches in length, yet there was some sort of fluffy attachment at the end. Hannah’s eyes widened as she realized what the attachment was.

  “That’s right, little girl.” Fuller smiled. “You’ll have your very own tail. Just like all the other girls downstairs.”

  Eleven

  The Tail End

  Bending, Fuller released Hannah’s wrists from the cuffs, and relief spiraled through her shoulders as she regained control over her arms for what felt like the first time in an age.

  “On all fours now.” The order was clear. “Next time you have the privilege of being here, I’ll have you drinking from a pet bowl instead of my lips.”

  Hannah drew in a sharp breath, Fuller’s words echoing around her head as she shifted forward onto her hands and knees. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening, and to make matters worse, she couldn’t believe how horny the whole situation had made her.

  “I’ll be a kind master and start with my finger.” More of the cold lube slid down toward her asshole, and the next thing Hannah knew, one of Fuller’s digits was right there, grazing the area softly.

  “Nice deep breaths now, girl. Breathe.”

  Hannah obeyed, though she was so nervous, she thought she may just pass out over her palms. Slowly, she pulled in a deep breath.

  “Good,” Fuller said from behind her. “Now, exhale.”

  She complied. Hannah inhaled, waiting for the command to release the breath

  “And again.”

  Fuller pushed his finger inside her r
ectum. Frantic at the sensation, Hannah clenched, arching her back and mewling.

  “Sir, please. It’s too much!”

  Fuller reacted to her perceived insolence in the same way he had before and swatted her left cheek hard.

  “Face down and breathe, little girl.”

  She trembled as she moved to obey, and all the while, his finger was there, lodged in her backside. The more Hannah exhaled, the more the finger deepened until its pursuit became the most vital thing in the world.

  “Better,” he told her, starting to pump the solitary digit in and out of her sphincter.

  Another quantity of lube landed in the area, and it seemed to help, the act becoming less intrusive and slightly more pleasurable. Fuller fucked her ass with his finger for a while longer. Losing herself to its rhythm, Hannah’s head fell forward in acceptance. It was as if she wanted to impress him—she needed to please him—even though that made no sense. Then his finger was gone, replaced with another barrage of lubrication while Fuller held her cheeks apart.

  Hannah tried to imagine herself the way he was seeing her. Naked, she was little more than a thing to bind, fuck, and humiliate, and for no apparent reason, that thought had Hannah hotter than she’d ever been.

  “Time for the plug now.”

  She tried not to tense as one of his hands left her ass, but it was impossible. Even though the thing hadn’t seemed that big when she’d seen it, the thought of having it forced inside her made her want to cry.

  “You can relax for a start,” Fuller warned. “Just like before, Hannah. Nice deep breaths in and out. Your cute little ass is more than ready to receive our gift.”

  Her pussy clenched at his words, and Hannah did her best to comply. She forced in a deep breath, aware of her heart thundering inside her chest and slowly let the air out.

  “Good. Again.”

  Hannah did as she was told, aware this time, Fuller would likely start the plug’s pursuit, and sure enough, as she exhaled, she felt the rubber nudging at her ass. She whimpered as it pressed just inside, pushing up to her tight muscle, and there it halted.