Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart

by Opal Carew, Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, T. J. Michaels, Teresa Morgan, Sharon Page, Mandy Rosko, S. E. Smith, Pepper Winters

  "Does this make you so uncomfortable that you want to use your safe word?"

  She exhaled slowly. "No."

  "Have you been thinking about your punishment earlier today?"

  "Yes."

  "Is your pussy still hot and wet, like it was when I put my hand to your bare ass?’

  "Yes," she croaked out.

  "Look at me, Rebecca."

  When she met his dark gaze he asked, "You didn’t touch yourself did you?"

  "No. You told me not to so I didn’t."

  That brought smile to his face and her insides leapt with pleasure. "That’s a good girl, Rebecca. And like I told you earlier, good girls get rewarded."

  God, yes…

  He sat back in his chair and silence hung for a long time. Her inside twisted with desire as she waited to see what came next, not daring to make the next move, and loving that the decision wasn’t hers to make. That realization shocked her, but more importantly, excited her beyond anything she’d ever known. Honestly, she had no idea how much she wanted this until he’d spanked her, until he asked her to submit to him. She wasn’t sure how, but the powerful Quinn Montgomery had somehow tapped into her deepest, darkest desire—ones she didn’t even know she had until now—and forced her to examine herself from the inside out.

  And she was damn grateful he had…

  "I assume you wore the lingerie I left for you."

  She nodded.

  "Don’t nod at me. Speak."

  "Yes," she answered. "I wore the lingerie."

  "Show me."

  Moisture broke out on her skin and she glanced around, aware that his staff was milling about, and here, near the ocean, with candles outlining their silhouette, if someone happened to sail by, they’d be able to see her.

  "Show me," he repeated, only harsher, the warning clear in his tone.

  A small noise sounded in her throat as she released the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it to slip from her body and puddle at her feet. Quinn just sat there, taking his time to look at her body in the sexy clothes he’d obviously chosen with care.

  "You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t keep it covered." A long pause then, "Come closer."

  She stepped toward him, her shoes sinking in the sand.

  "Take off your shoes."

  She slipped out of the heels, the sand warm beneath her toes.

  "Get on your knees."

  She sank to her knees before him, and he cupped her chin. He lifted her face until her eyes met his. Then his hand trailed over her cheek, her neck, until he reached her cleavage. He lightly touched her, feathering his thumb over her breasts, before trailing his fingers back to her mouth. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, then pushed it inside her mouth.

  "Show me how you suck," he said.

  Rebecca closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked deeply, using her tongue to brush the rough tip. When she heard a tortured moan, her body quaked, hoping…praying, he’d replace his thumb with his cock. Her mouth watered for him, aching to be stretched and filled, pushed beyond her limits.

  He pulled his thumb out and ran it along her neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. "Do you like to suck cock, Rebecca?"

  She nodded, but then remembered she was supposed to speak. "Yes."

  His voice dropped an octave. "Would you like to suck mine?"

  "I would."

  As Quinn stood, and unbuckled his pants, she shivered in anticipation. With his instructions clear, she released his cock, and when she caught a glimpse of his impressive size and girth, her womb clenched with need. To know she could make him this hard, to visually see how much he wanted her, brought her to a whole new level of excitement. He fisted her hair as she leaned toward him, determined to please him.

  She gripped his cock, and he jutted his hips forward, feeding it into her waiting mouth. She widened her lips, taking in as much as she possibly could, but when he said, "No hands," she let them fall to her sides.

  She rocked back and forth, spending a long time pleasuring him. Her moans grew louder when she tasted the salty cream dripping from the tip, and she wondered if he’d release in her mouth, shoot his hot seed down her throat. He growled and his muscles bunched as his veins filled with blood, but before he gave himself over, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her off.

  "Stand up," he demanded as he tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants.

  She climbed to her feet and he sat back in his chair as she stood before him, waiting for his instructions.

  "Show me your breasts."

  Ripples of pleasure moved through her as she removed her bustier, the misty ocean breeze pebbling her already hard nipples.

  Quinn pushed her hair off her shoulder, put his finger into her mouth, brushing it over her tongue to wet it, then scraped it over her pebbled nubs. She bit back a breathy moan and leaned into his touch.

  "Don’t do that," he said, his voice rough. "Just stand still while I touch you, and don’t make a sound until I tell you to." She sucked in a breath and he trailed his hand over her breasts, stroking them gently before pinching her nipple, hard.

  She wanted to cry out but she’d been given a direct order, so instead she remained quiet, waiting to see what came next. He pinched harder, to the point of blissful pain, and then he rose from his chair. With slow, unhurried movements he circled her, and when he moved behind her, her ass bare to him in her thong, he lightly trailed his hands over her tender backside, and put his mouth near her ear.

  "It’s almost a shame you weren’t tardy tonight," he whispered, his hot breath doing delicious things to her senses. "Your ass looks like it could use another spanking."

  He dropped to his knees and she swallowed, the sound carrying in the night as he paid homage to her round cheeks, touching gently and kissing away the sting that his hand had left behind earlier. She wanted to move, wiggle, push up against him, but found excitement in following his rules and remaining quiet and motionless.

  He gripped the elastic on her thong and gave a little tug downward. "Now let me see that pretty cunt of yours. Let me see if it’s hot and wet for me."

  He stood, moved back in front of her and reclaimed his chair. "Take your panties off," he ordered.

  She gripped the scrap of lace, and slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot then the other, until she was stark naked and shaking from want.

  "Now hand them to me."

  His deep voice made her toes curl as she passed them over and he brought them to his nose to inhale her scent before tucking them in his pocket. Holding her gaze, he called out for Ester, and when Rebecca made a move to cover herself, aware that his cook would see her naked, he gave a slow shake of his head to stop her, the cold warning in his eyes stilling her hands.

  Ester stepped from the shadows. "Please clear the table, Ester. Then you may take the rest of the night off to do as you please."

  "Your food, sir?" she asked.

  "Chill it for later. There is only one thing I’m interested in feasting on right now."

  "Very well," she said as Rebecca’s knees quivered in anticipation. With her breasts heavy and her pussy on display, she watched Ester removed the dishes and carry them back to the estate at the top of the hill.

  Quinn adjusted his chair, positioning it at the table like he was preparing to eat a meal. "Lay yourself out for me." He waved his hand over the wood. "Right here."

  Blood pumping madly, she shimmied on to the table and laid back, her pussy merely inches from his face as her legs dangled over the edge.

  "Widen your legs and show me your cunt."

  She did as he commanded, and as she stared at the mosaic of stars in the night sky, she waited impatiently, waited for that first sweet touch of his tongue.

  A finger moved over her slit. "Have you been this hot and wet for me all day?"

  "Yes," she answered.

  She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, so hot and moist it was all she could do not to cry out. "You were a very
good girl not to touch yourself. Your sweet cunt is mine to play with not yours. Understand?"

  Desperate for him to play with it now, to lick, suck and fuck her, she murmured, "Yes." Cream dripped down her leg, and she was sure if he didn’t soon touch her, she would go up in a burst of flame. She listened for him to speak, to do something, but silence hovered for a long time.

  Seconds passed.

  Minutes.

  She waited for what felt like a lifetime.

  And then it happened.

  Like fire on her skin, his tongue swiped from the bottom to the top, and as heat bombarded her, she felt a soft quake in the center of her core. Glorious. So damn glorious. He licked her again, and she spasmed. God, she was close, already so damn close she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  He flicked the soft blade of his tongue over her clit and moaned in pleasure. "I’ve never tasted anything so sweet," he said from deep between her legs. Passion raced through her and she shivered under his invasive touch.

  He inserted a finger and just kept it there, not moving, not stroking, simply filling her with its girth. It was blissful torture designed to let her know he was in charge. Fueled by need she writhed and moaned in sheer frustration.

  "Keep still, Rebecca and you are not to come until I tell you to."

  He put another finger inside her, and the fit was so snug, so deliciously tight all she wanted to do was move, force him to pump deep and bring her to climax.

  "Such a lovely tight cunt," he said, as he drew her clit into his mouth. "My cock is going to fill you so nicely."

  Yes…

  He slowly, methodically began to move his fingers inside her, pressing, pushing, and building a powerful climax. How would she ever hang on? But she had to. He’d told her to.

  She drew a shaky breath and stole a glance at the amazing man feasting on her. Honestly, until this moment, this man, she had no idea why her past relationships had all failed. But now she knew. She didn’t want an easy considerate lover, a man who let her control the play, take the reins. No. She wanted this. Domination. Total and utter surrender.

  Oh God, she wanted this…

  His fingers stopped moving and he climbed to his feet. His dark, hungry glance met hers. "Fuck my fingers. Move your hips and fuck my fingers like a good girl."

  Rebecca gripped the sides of the table and started moving, meeting each thrust as he pumped into her and stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the points of pleasure, but then she opened them again, and tossed her head from side to side. Desperate to come, to give in to the sensations, her breath came in ragged bursts.

  "What is it, Rebecca?"

  "I’m going to come."

  "Not until I say so. You can hang on."

  "Quinn…please…"

  "Don’t disobey me, Rebecca," he warned.

  He stroked harder, applied more pressure, and her body began tingling, every nerve quivering and on fire. She breathed against the blinding pressure, letting it build higher and higher until she hovered on the precipice. Heat whipped through her and her thoughts fragmented. He leaned over her and drew a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue magnificent on her flesh. He sucked hard, and she stifled a cry when he bit down. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, barely a shred of sanity left, his gaze met hers.

  "Come for me," he whispered, and just like that she gave herself over to the pleasure. She cried out in relief, her pussy convulsing and clenching tightly around his fingers, holding them deep inside her body as her voice rose higher and higher. Waves of ecstasy lashed her body with the same ferocity as the waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. She gasped for breath, never having felt anything so powerful or amazing in her entire life. He held her as she trembled, wrapping her in his arms, and the possession she caught in his eyes when they moved over her face filled her with a new kind of need.

  When her body stopped spasming, Quinn unzipped his pants, gripped her hips to pull her to the edge of the table, and without speaking, drove his cock all the way inside her. His nostrils flared and his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, fucking her like a man hell-bent on taking what was his. As he ravaged her, her heart raced, loving that he wanted her like this, with such passion and possession. He fucked harder and faster, like he couldn’t get deep enough, like he was seeking more than just release. It excited her, frightened her, made her feel wanted and cherished.

  "You’re mine, Rebecca," he growled.

  "Quinn…" she murmured.

  "Say it."

  "I’m yours."

  "This is my cunt, and I’m the only one who gets to fuck it."

  "Yes," she cried out as his words, and his savage fucking, brought her to the edge again. His fingers bit deeper into her flesh and she knew he’d leave a bruise. But she wanted to be marked by him, a token to remember this moment. He shifted for deeper penetration, and she arched into him. Her entire body broke out in a sweat, and she moaned as a second climax swept through her.

  "Jesus," he cried out, as she let go, her hot cream coating his cock. A second later he threw his head back and came on a growl. He depleted himself high inside her, and she tightened, milking him of every last drop.

  He fell over her, his heart pounding against her body. He stayed like that until his breathing settled, then he pulled his cock out, and re-zipped his pants. Rebecca remained still, sprawled out on the table, her mind still not functioning properly.

  Quinn gripped her hands and pulled her until she was sitting upright.

  Feeling completely comfortable in her skin around him, and basking in the new intimacy they now shared, she glanced at her clothes in the sand, waiting for him to instruct her to dress.

  He ran his hand down her arm, the touch achingly gentle, and the tenderness on his face when his eyes met hers made her breath catch. "You have a beautiful body and I have decided that for the duration of your stay here, I want you naked."

  Rebecca gulped air. "What about your staff?"

  "What about them?"

  "I can’t walk around naked in front of them."

  "You can and you will."

  "But Quinn…"

  "And I meant what I said, Rebecca. Your cunt is mine. Mine to do with as I please."

  Chapter Four

  Quinn put his arm around Rebecca’s slim waist and guided her back to the estate. Once inside, he led her to his suite––specifically to his impressive private bathroom. He turned on one of the many spray nozzles inside the large, walk-in shower and looked at the incredible woman who’d made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years.

  When he smiled at her, she asked, "What?"

  "Still want to run away?"

  She returned his smile. "No." Then she bit her lip and said, "You knew I wouldn’t make the call didn’t you?"

  Quinn stepped into the shower and held his hand out for her. "Yes, now come here and let me wash you." He adjusted the spray and put her under it. She moaned in ecstasy and he grabbed the soap to lather her. He washed her body, taking extra care with her bruised pussy before teasing the tight rosette between her ass cheeks, gauging her reaction which was hesitant but positive. He pressed a finger in to test her and when her eyes widened, his heart leapt, thrilled to know he would be the first guy to penetrate her anally. His cock twitched in anticipation, but he banked his desires, knowing they’d have plenty of time for that later. He gathered her hair, and poured a generous amount of shampoo into his hands before he began to wash her long curls.

  She whimpered in delight. "I love the way you take care of me."

  "You’ve given yourself to me, Rebecca and it’s my responsibility to take care of you." When she blinked up at him, he explained. "I take that responsibility very seriously."

  Her brow furrowed. "You’ll always take care of me?"

  "Yes. It’s part of the Dom/sub relationship. I will tell you what you can and cannot do, but I always have your best interests at heart. You do understand that don’t you?
"

  She nodded, and he pulled her close, running his soapy hands over her body to finish cleaning her. He slipped a hand back between her legs. "Is your pussy sore?"

  "A little."

  "If I’m ever too rough, you know you have a safe word, right?"

  She shook her head. "I love how you took what you needed."

  He held her tight, his heart pounding with the understanding that he’d never felt so close to anyone before. "But I’ll never take without giving. Not with you, Rebecca."

  "I love that, too." She went quiet for a moment, then asked, "How did you know, when I didn’t even know?"

  "It was the way you shied away from me during proceeding. The sub in you sensed the Dom in me. I knew what you needed long before you did, and I wanted to be the man to give it to you, which is why I brought you here, and not to Freedom."

  "Oh," she said. "You remember me from way back then."

  "I’ve never forgotten you, Rebecca."

  "I’ve never forgotten you either," she admitted, then her eyes widened like she was remembering something else. "Wait, we didn’t use protection."

  "You’re on the pill."

  "How did you know?"

  He smiled. "Because I took great pain in learning everything about you before I brought you here." He touched her chin, and angled her face upward. "And don’t worry. I’m clean. I’m tested monthly."

  Her stomach took that moment to grumble and Quinn laughed. "Come on. Let’s get dried off and have some dinner and wine on the bedroom patio."

  Quinn wrapped her in a big fluffy towel, knowing the night breeze would be cool up here on the hill. He led her outside, and she took a seat, contentment written all over her. She glanced at the ocean, her eyes wide and full of new life.

  "So beautiful."

  His heart missed a beat and he said truthfully, "There is no one else I’d rather be sharing this with."

  She looked at the towel and her eyes widened. She made a move to shed it. "Oh…"

  He stopped her. "No. Tonight you will stay wrapped. It’s chilly, and I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. In the heat of the day, you will be remain uncovered, but for now, keep this on."