Her Savior: A Dark Romance (Beauty and the Captor Book 2)

by Nicole Casey

  “F-fuck… I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I began to moan out.

  “Come on then. I want you to cum,” he told me as he pinched my nipples.

  He didn’t need to tell me twice. As soon as I heard those words, I let go. My juices flowed and I got him all wet. My orgasm took over every inch of my body and I couldn’t help but suddenly feel so tired afterward.

  It turned out he was waiting for me to go limp and weak with exhaustion. As soon as he felt my body collapse from the sheer power of my release he pushed me off and lay me, belly down, on the ground. With his strong hands he grabbed my hips and raised my ass high but he pushed my face deeper down onto the wet grass.

  “Face down, ass up,” he told me as he gave my ass cheeks a soft pat.

  “Fuck me,” I begged him. I even wiggled my ass to entice him. I heard him chuckle in joy and he gave me one last smack on the ass before he plunged his cock once more deep into my pussy, but now from behind, doggystyle.

  “Ah, ah, ah!” I began to moan out in short bursts, like a dog barking and yapping. I truly was a bitch now, I guessed.

  But then his thrusts became more jerky, a little more violent and sudden. I felt him drive his cock into me like a jackhammer that was on full throttle – as soon as he did I felt all my remaining strength drain from me.

  I just lay there, drooling and moaning as he fucked my brains out. It didn’t even occur to me until later on that he had spilled all his hot seed deep in me. I was so full of his cum that it oozed out and dripped down the side of my legs.

  When he was spent he grabbed me by the hair and emptied the last few drops in my mouth. I swallowed and looked up at him with a sense of euphoria flooding my senses. I was just happy to have had this moment with him.

  After that, we spent a few minutes cuddled there, underneath the stars and the moon, until our drunken stupor had worn off. I was suffering from a mild headache and Damon complained of a light hang over but he managed to drive me home anyway.

  I didn’t crash down on the living room floor of my apartment. I simply stood by the front door and watched with a smile as he drove off into the distance. I knew I might never see him again. I knew we might never get together. We were done with college and it was time to move on with life and our careers. He was going to be this big, successful businessman and NFL player. I was going to be moping around here hoping my degree would get me a job.

  Five minutes passed after he drove away and I was finally beginning to feel sleepy beyond control. With a hopeful spark, I gazed out into the horizon one last time and sent a flying kiss out, hoping my love and affection for him would somehow reach him.

  Sure that he wouldn’t return, I shut the door and plopped down on the couch to sleep. It wasn’t until the next day that I forgot to ask for his number or any other means to contact him. Fuck it – I could just search for a way online.

  As I laid down my mind started to fill with worries. How many times did he cum in me? Do I need to take contraceptives or something? I pondered about getting some pills but then I recalled I just had my period a few days ago.

  I counted the days. One of my classmates did say that the safest time for sex was the first week before and after menstruation so I guess I was safe.

  There was no way I’d get pregnant… right? Satisfied that I was unlikely to get pregnant I tossed my phone down to the floor and dozed off to sleep.

  1

  Damon

  5 years later

  Mercury Wild was always the best place to hang out after a good NFL season. Ever since Trevor got this place up and working – big thanks to his wife, Jasmine – the boys and I have always preferred this over any other bar and club in town. Good food, good ambiance, sexy girls and the type of customers here was amicable. Most of the patrons here were celebrities and the upper-class folk.

  Tonight, however, I just wanted to relax and Trevor Wild definitely made that desire come true. As soon as I arrived, he had this big banner hung up with the words “Fourth Super Bowl MVP” sprawled on it. There were tons of hot girls, free drinks and good music to party to.

  Of course, I spent the first hour going around chit-chatting and signing autographs with everyone around. It wasn’t until Preston and his wife, Lyla, arrived that I got to settle in and relax.

  “Hey dude,” I greeted as I shook Preston’s hand. I smiled at his wife and took a moment to marvel at just how gorgeous she was. When we first met I thought she was a model or something. It was a bit of a shock to find out she was a full-fledged registered nurse.

  We sat down and Trevor came by real quick to bring us our drinks. He didn’t get to sit with us though as he had a lot of customers to attend to.

  “So, are you going to Jackson’s engagement party?” Preston asked as soon as we got a little more comfortable and a tad bit tipsy.

  My eyebrows perked up and I addressed the question, “Maybe. He sent me a text message asking me to be his Best Man but he needs to plan the wedding first. I’m really considering it too, since I only have a few months off before training for the next NFL season begins.”

  Lyla smiled and patted my hand, “Do it, come on! You know you’ll have fun. Besides, Emilia might be there too.”

  I chuckled at that remark. These people really wouldn’t let go of the fact that I had sex with Emilia five years ago. I mean, come on! I’ve had so many women since then.

  “I bet she’s already forgotten all about me,” I told them. “It’s been so long.”

  Lyla wagged her finger, “A girl never forgets a high school or college crush. You can trust me on that one. You were her dream come true. How could she ever forget someone like that?”

  Preston laughed and hugged his wife, “You should listen to her. She’s an expert on women – she is one, after all!”

  “You two bastards,” I joked as I chugged down on my beer. “Okay, okay, I’ll go. When is the engagement party? I have to double-check the schedule Jackson sent me.”

  Preston flipped out his phone and checked his calendar, “It’s… next Friday. You’re sure you’re coming, right, because I’m going. Daxter and Marcus are coming too. Trevor will be there too – I think they’re the ones sponsoring the party, as a matter of fact.”

  “Well, since everyone’s coming I guess it’ll be less awkward. Sure, I’m definitely coming. I’m not so sure yet about being his Best Man, though. I need to think about that. I don’t know how free I’ll be for all the practice and stuff.”

  “Okay,” Preston told me with a smile of approval. “Hey, Marcus is swinging by tonight. You care for a game of poker or something?”

  I had nothing else to do anyway so I gave a shrug and nod, “Sure. Give me a minute, though, I’ll go ahead and call Jackson and let him know I’m coming to the engagement party.”

  They nodded and turned to talk to each other as I got up and headed to the back of the bar, where it was quieter and fewer people bustling about. As soon as I was in a nice, comfortable spot near the parking lot, I took my phone and dialed for Jackson’s number.

  “Hey,” I greeted as soon as he picked up.

  “Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a female answer. It must have been his girlfriend, Amy.

  I cleared my throat and clarified, “Oh, hi Amy. It’s Damon. Sorry, it sounds like you guys are sleeping. I didn’t mean to wake you two up. Could you please let Jackson know I’m going to attend your engagement party?”

  She quickly got ecstatic, “Really? Oh, thank you, Damon! It means the world to him. Are you signing on as his Best Man too?”

  “Not yet,” I replied with a chuckle. “I need to check with my team manager and my agents to check my schedule first. If I’m free – if being the key-word here – then sure, I’ll be the Best Man for your wedding.”

  “Yey!” she screamed back. “Okay, I’ll go tell him. He’s down in the basement fixing up our heater. Keep us updated, okay?”

  “Sure thing,” I told her and ended the call.

  An engagement party, hu
h? This will be interesting. I haven’t seen Jackson and Amy in a few months now, ever since the last NFL season began.

  For tonight, however, I just wanted to hang back in Mercury Wild, get drunk and have fun with my friends.

  2

  Emilia

  “Honey, you look gorgeous,” Amy told me but all I saw in the mirror was a mess.

  I looked one more time. They straightened my hair, which made it seem longer now that it reached my hips, and made me wear this really body-fitting black mini-dress. It was a little kinky, to be honest, with how short the skirt was and how the backless design accentuated the arch of my spine and the curves of my sides. It didn’t help either that the dress was so tight. I could literally feel it squishing my tit.

  “I’m not sure,” I grumbled at her. “I mean, look at you. You’re wearing a really nice, white mermaid dress.”

  “Of course I am,” she answered with a sarcastic tone. “I’m the fiancée getting married in a month. This is my engagement so I’m the one going to wear the mermaid dress.”

  We both laughed and she helped me lace my dress and put on my high heels.

  “It’s nice of you to come back home,” Amy told me as we were lacing up my heels. “How was Paris?”

  I smiled, “It was lovely, darling, but I’d rather be home. Four years in France was amazing but after a while, I just want to talk to people in plain old English and engorge myself in a big, greasy cheeseburger.”

  She laughed and said, “Yeah, I guess there really is no place like home.”

  When I was ready, we both walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. I was a little caught off-guard with how many people were there. There could have been at least a hundred different guests.

  As soon as we were down we were flooded with people greeting us, congratulating Amy, commenting on how beautiful we were and how nice our dresses were. It was a little nauseating but also heart-melting just to see how many friends we had.

  That was when I saw Jackson hanging out with the one man I never thought I’d see again. Awkwardly for me, they both spotted me and my brother hauled me close before I could run off and engage with someone else for a conversation.

  I stood there like an idiot, moping around and looking down at my feet instead of greeting my brother and Damon eye-to-eye.

  “Hey, little sister,” Jackson greeted as he pulled me over. “Damon’s here too.”

  “I can see that,” I told my brother with the driest, most sarcastic tone I could muster. I then looked up at Damon real quick and gave him a smile.

  “It’s nice to see you. Uhm, I got to go though, okay? Amy’s making rounds with her family guests and I need to go with her.”

  “Oh no, no, let me do that,” Jackson told me as he gave me a wicked wink and smile. He pushed me back towards Damon and whispered into my ear, “He’s single now. Here’s your chance, sis.”

  I rolled my eyes and watched desperately as he walked away. I then looked back at Damon with a weak grin, “Well, how have you been doing?”

  He looked back at me with squinted eyes and it took a moment for me to realize he was checking me out. I blushed and looked down in an attempt to hide my face. He didn’t settle for that, though, and lifted my face up with a finger.

  “I’ve been doing pretty well,” he replied. “You’ve been out of the country for so long. I hope you’ve still been able to watch my games over there in France.”

  I bit down on my lip and gazed back at him. Even after five years, he was still as handsome as one could ever be. Just being this close to him made me feel a little warm and uneasy. I felt this heavy knot in my chest but at the same time, I once again felt a little queasy between the legs.

  “I-I have, actually,” I admitted. I looked up shyly and teased, “To be honest, I still watch your games religiously.”

  That confession took him back and I saw his face twist with both surprise and joy. He then took my hand and asked, “Say, how about we sit down somewhere and get some drinks to catch up, eh?”

  I nodded and let him lead me off. We passed by Trevor and Jasmine Wild, folks I really admired, and he took me to the gazebo out in the back yard. No one was there, surprisingly, as most of our guests were across the yard having barbecued snacks and beer.

  Once we were alone I turned to him and asked, “Will you be staying here long? I’m going to stay here for a few months. I don’t really know what I want to do now that I’m done with France.”

  “I’m free for a month or two,” Damon answered. “The next NFL season is still a long way off but the agents want us to be training soon. I did sign a contract with my manager and the team but to be honest… I’m getting a little sick and tired of it.”

  “Really?” I looked at him with surprise. I never thought I’d hear him say that. “Isn’t football your life?”

  He shrugged and shot back, “Wasn’t your hotel business in France your life too? You gave it up to come back here. I’m thinking of doing the same thing –”

  Damon barely got to finish speaking when a little four-year old boy came running into the gazebo with his arms wide open. I hugged the child and sat him on my lap.

  “Jeremy, this is Damon,” I told the young boy. “Be a good boy and say hi.”

  “Okay mommy,” Jeremy answered and he turned to Damon. He reached out to shake Damon’s hand and said, “I’m Jeremy. Are you friends with my mommy?”

  Damon looked at my kid with wide eyes. It must have been so shocking for him to see me with a kid. He took Jeremy’s hand, shook it and stuttered back, “Yes, I am. We went to school together. How old are you?”

  My son smiled back at Damon and replied, “Four. Okay, I got to go now. We’re playing cops and robbers.”

  Without so much as a wave goodbye he dashed off to play with his friends. I watched a bit just to make sure he wouldn’t stumble while running. When I saw him reunite with the other kids I turned to Damon. I was surprised to see him studying my son with observant eyes.

  “Yeah, shocking huh?”

  Damon nodded and said, “Yeah, it is. I never thought you’d be a mommy.”

  “Me neither,” I said, perhaps with a tone too melancholic for my liking. We both felt it and a moment of silence passed between us.

  He shattered that silence with a tap on my leg, “Would you be free, say next Saturday? Care to go out for some food or a movie? We can bring Jeremy if you like.”

  Was he asking me out for a date? Really? We just spent like five minutes together and he was already thinking about dating me? Maybe I was just reading too deeply into this. Maybe he just wanted to reconnect and be friends.

  “Sure,” I answered. I had nothing to lose anyway, right?

  Damon looked happy when I said that and we spent the rest of the day chatting about each other’s lives. I was proud to show-off all my progress in my hotel business in France and he talked to me about his professional football career.

  Every time Jeremy would pass I couldn’t help but notice Damon looking at my son. It was like he was studying Jeremy’s face and features very carefully – maybe too carefully.

  Was I going to let him know that Jeremy was his?

  3

  Damon

  A few days passed and I was back in my condominium, relaxing a bit and watching videos on my laptop. I completely ignored the email our coach sent us – I could just look at it later on. All I wanted to do today was sit back and relax.

  So there I was, on my bed watching some old movies on Netflix when my phone buzzed. I thought about ignoring it but my curiosity got the better of me and I took a moment to look at it. To my surprise, it was Emilia.

  “Hey, I’m free for an hour. You want to hang out?”

  I was not sure how I was supposed to feel. I read that message over and over again and to my surprise, I started to get excited. Yes, we only had a one-night stand, but that felt so good and I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. I could feel my cock throbbing in anticipation and I had to grasp
it tightly with both hands as my mind flooded with images of Emilia and her fucking hot body.

  Before I knew I was lying on the bed, masturbating like there was no tomorrow. My mind was filled with images of Emilia – I thought of her new look, her now-longer hair and the way her body curved. Having a kid made her body figure even hotter than before – she now had sexier hips and gigantic tits. I could just imagine what it’d be like to bury my face in her breasts and to get a taste of her sexy little pussy.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunted as the urge was growing stronger. I kept on rubbing and stroking until at least I spilled my cum all over the damn floor.

  I grabbed my old shirt off the floor, wiped myself clean and then grabbed my phone. I quickly texted back, “Sure. Where do we meet?”

  “At the GreenCo Diner in thirty minutes,” she texted back.

  Well, shit. I didn’t have much time to get ready so I took a quick hot shower, put on whatever I could find and dashed out of my unit and back down to the parking lot. I hopped into my car and drove out as quickly as I could.

  By the time I got there, I was relieved to see I was the one who reached the diner first. I was able to order a milkshake and some French fries before she got there.

  I clenched my fist when I saw just how freaking hot she was – she was dressed in this light, floral dress. It made her legs so appealing and I imagined how I could just drag her panties down and fuck her over one of the tables.

  “Hey, I ordered you a milkshake too,” I told her as she sat down.

  She put her small purse down and nodded, “Thank you. Sorry, I can’t really stay here too long. I have to pick up my kid at the preschool in an hour.”