Captive Fantasy

by L. Rosario

  "Put the damn thing on and shut up, Sera.” Becca tossed the garment across the small distance and then rummaged into the bag for her own change of clothes. She pulled out a blush-colored cami and a red mini.

  "Aren't redheads supposed to avoid colors like that?"

  Becca shrugged and exchanged her racy “work” outfit for the racy “club” outfit. Sera didn't see much difference. “Put the dress on, so we can get out of here."

  With a sigh, Sera gave in. She took off her black trousers and charcoal gray blouse and folded them neatly before rolling them up to put in her large purse. She stepped into the tight dress and slid the straps up her arms. The neckline was too low and her black bra showed. She glanced at Becca. “I won't wear this in public."

  "You look amazing."

  Sera moved in front of the mirror. Her kitten-heel boots hugged her legs, all the way to the knee, and there was a good length of leg exposed before the hem of the dress started. Technically, the dress was nothing more than a long tank top, only it lacked a back and a great deal of the front. “I look like a whore."

  "Maybe,” Becca conceded. “But a gorgeous whore bound to get laid by the equally gorgeous Valentino.” She tossed over a tube of lipstick. “Now put some of this on, so you don't look so dead."

  Sera fought back an ironic grin and uncapped the blood red lipstick. Why was she not surprised? After putting the lipstick on, she had to admit she looked hot. Would Valentino agree? Her heart thumped a little faster as she thought about seeing him. Maybe she'd ask him to make her come with his mouth this time.

  Her vaginal muscles flexed at the thought, and she swallowed a moan.

  "Good lord, girl.” Becca's gaze met hers in the mirror. “You look like you're about ready to go off right now."

  Sera's face heated, and she slid her gaze away while handing Becca her lipstick. “Are we taking my car, or yours?"

  Becca turned away to repack her shopping bag. “We'll drive separate, just in case,” she said over her shoulder. She glanced up after a few moments. “Okay?"

  "Yeah, whatever.” Sera grabbed her purse and followed Becca out of the restroom. They made sure everything was in order for tomorrow morning, then set the alarm, and left. The heavy doors of the library slammed shut behind them.

  * * * *

  Captive Fantasy was packed.

  Sera hung back behind Becca after they paid the gorgeous guy at the door their entrance fee. It wasn't Stefano tonight, but tall, dark, and handsome was just as nice to look at. He winked at her, and she stopped staring.

  "I wonder why there are so many women here tonight,” Becca called back over her shoulder. There was not only music playing, it was loud music.

  Sera shrugged and scanned the crowd. Instantly she recognized the woman who had shot daggers at her last night, the one who had pawed at Valentino before she could get to his side. The woman looked away from whatever was going on in the middle of the floor, and her gaze locked with Sera's.

  Animosity flared. She turned away and disappeared among the throng of shrieking women. Sera tried to track the woman's progress, but there were just too many others.

  Becca grabbed her hand and coaxed her forward. “I think one of the guys is dancing or something, but we can't see from here."

  Sera had no choice but to follow or be pulled like a rebellious child. They moved closer to the writhing group of ecstatic women and a sharp odor smacked her in the face. She pulled her hand free to cover her nose. “Ugh."

  Becca stopped and turned around. “What is it?"

  Sera lowered her hand. “Don't you smell that?” It was obvious that Becca didn't. Her friend frowned and continued on. The smell intensified the closer they got to the pack. She knew now what she smelled. Arousal. Sharp, feminine arousal.

  Sera's eyes watered, and she wanted to turn tail and run.

  But before she could there was a break in the crowd, and she caught a glimpse of what all the fuss was about.

  Valentino.

  Her breath caught in her throat and the foul odor was forgotten.

  "Ooh,” Becca breathed into her ear. “There he is."

  There he was, indeed. Tonight he had on white shorts, and if possible they were more provocative than the black ones had been. Maybe because she could see a shadowy swath of skin through them? Yeah, that had to be it. She yanked her attention up to his face and her mouth fell open. Oh God, this man was beyond gorgeous.

  He had his head tossed back and his hands on his chest. He touched himself while moving to the pulsing beat of the music. When he pinched his left nipple the women shrieked.

  Sera's nipples pushed against the lace of her bra, and she crossed her arms.

  "If you don't screw him tonight, I'll kill you,” Becca hissed.

  She wanted to do more than just screw him. She wanted to lick him from head to toe. She wanted to taste every inch of his glowing skin and then sink her teeth deep into the hard muscle above his left nipple. She wanted to gnaw on him until he begged for mercy, and then she'd drink his blood.

  "Hey, earth to Sera,” Becca interrupted.

  Sera blinked and focused on her friend. “Sorry."

  "Wow, this guy really does it for you, huh?"

  Sera looked back at Valentino and gasped to find his gaze focused in her direction. He wasn't dancing anymore. Without looking left or right, he sliced through the crowd of women to come to her. He halted too far away for her to touch him and smiled.

  "I didn't think you'd come back."

  Words escaped her.

  Valentino held out his hand. “Come with me."

  Sera nodded and didn't even give Becca a parting glance as she slipped her hand into Valentino's. He pulled her forward, and she flattened her hand to his shiny chest. She had assumed it was sweat, but his skin was dry. It shouldn't surprise her that he glowed like some unearthly god.

  "Say you'll come to my room with me."

  Sera nodded, but Valentino shook his head and repeated his request. She knew what he wanted. “I'll come to your room with you.” The quiet words earned her a bright smile and a tight squeeze.

  He shifted her hair away from her ear to place his lips there. “Tonight I'm going to fuck you."

  Chapter Six

  Valentino laced his fingers with Sera's and led her away from the crowd of women. She followed with none of the hesitation she had displayed last night, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. God, he was thrilled to see her. More thrilled than he had a right to be, but that couldn't undo how he felt. He'd have to be cautious though, or Dr. Reynolds would pick up on it and no doubt ban him from Sera's company.

  That he wouldn't tolerate. He might drink vile brew that made his skin shine with some artificial glow and take a shot here and there, but he wouldn't let the doctor deny him Sera.

  She squeezed his fingers as they reached his door, and he looked over his shoulder. “What happens tonight, Valentino?"

  He didn't answer until they were in his room with the door closed. He eased her back against it and gripped her shoulders. “Ask me to kiss you."

  "You haven't answered my question."

  He leaned closer. “Oh yes, I did. I told you out on the floor exactly what we were going to do tonight. Weren't you listening?"

  She lowered her lids and licked her lips.

  Valentino growled at the sight of her little pink tongue. “Damnit, Sera, ask me to kiss you."

  Her gaze lifted, but instead of saying the words, she nodded. For him, the gesture was enough. However, rules were rules. “You have to say it out loud, baby."

  She licked her lips again, making the blood red lipstick shine. “Kiss me, Valentino."

  He did.

  Tasting lipstick, tongue, and heavenly woman, he took her mouth and delved deep inside. He released her shoulders to take hold of her head, and her silky hair slithered between his fingers. He arched her back, pressed his body hard into hers, and deepened the kiss until he could feel the back of her throat. She clawed at his bac
k but returned the embrace with equal fervor. God, he could eat her alive.

  Valentino ended the kiss with his forehead pressed to Sera's. She looked up into his eyes and smiled while licking her lips again. Most of the lipstick hadn't survived his kiss. No doubt he was wearing it now. “What do you want now?” He struggled to force the question out and barely heard it over the sound of his heart racing in his ears.

  "Please,” she whispered. “I'm not good at this, you know that. Please don't make me say out loud what I want from you."

  He cupped her face and stepped back. If it were up to him he wouldn't force the issue, but Dr. Reynolds had made his wishes known last night, as well as what would happen if Valentino failed again tonight. The latter didn't bear further thought. “Should we do the yes and no again?"

  "Um ... okay.” She gave a little nod within the cage of his hands.

  "Did you think of me at all once you left here?"

  Her eyes widened at the question. “Um..."

  "I want to know,” he prompted. “I need to know."

  "Yes,” she admitted with a little nod.

  "I thought of you all night long. To call it torture would be a gross understatement.” That made her blush lightly and flick her gaze downward. “Look at me, baby.” She did. “Do you want to fu—make love tonight?"

  "I d-don't know if I do or not.” She shrugged and slid her gaze away again. “I'm not what you would call casual."

  Which was exactly what he loved about her.

  Valentino went very still for several heartbeats as the thought slid in and out of his mind. Love? Odd choice of words, and one that would get him into a shitload of trouble. He shook off the feeling of dread crawling up his spine and focused on the ethereal beauty of Sera's gaze. He'd never seen eyes like hers before. They were so clear and so blue. “You have gorgeous eyes."

  She blinked. “Th-thank you."

  Her confusion made him smile. “It's hard to stay on track with you, so forgive me if my questions and comments seem all over the place."

  "It's all right."

  With a smile, he took her hand and led her across the room to the bed. “Would you like to sit down?"

  Instead of answering, she slid her hand free and perched on the very corner of the mattress. She crossed her legs, drawing his attention to how sexy her high boots looked with the short dress. Seeing her dressed in such a provocative manner had shocked him, until he realized underneath she was still very much the shy lady. The contrast had the power to kick any guy right in the gut. It hit him double time.

  He hunkered down in front of her and braced his hands against the bed. Doing so trapped her between his arms and put his chest close to her legs. Their eyes met. “Do you know what I want to do to you?"

  She shook her head and shifted to rest her weight on her hands behind her. The action pulled the skimpy top of her dress further away from her lace bra.

  Valentino focused on the hard nub of Sera's nipple through the thin veil of her bra and then tracked his gaze down her body toward her lap. She shifted again as if he had actually touched her. “I want to shove you onto your back, spread your knees wide, and bury my face between your legs.” He heard her catch a breath, but he didn't take his eyes off his target.

  Very slowly, she uncrossed her legs, brushing his chest with the leather of her boot. “I'd like that."

  Valentino looked up, almost afraid to believe that she had actually said those words. “Say it again."

  She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “I'd like you to do what you just said. I'd like it very much."

  He might be guilty of making Tabby wait too long for what she wanted, but he wouldn't be accused of doing the same with Sera. Eagerness rushed through him, and he planted a hand in the center of her chest and pushed. She fell back with a little gasp, then gasped louder when he shoved her knees wide open. Shifting to kneel, he scooted closer and slid her dress up to her waist. She had on a pair of black lace panties to match her bra, and instead of removing them he leaned forward and placed his mouth over the fabric.

  She jerked under the contact and writhed around a little bit. He put his hands on her hips, and she calmed. She smelled good. Good and ready, to be precise. He nipped at her through her panties, then pressed his tongue over the spot. Mmm ... she tasted good too.

  He wanted more.

  "Can I take your panties off, baby?” He asked the question without lifting his mouth, and every word made her gasp.

  "Um..."

  "Looking for a yes or no, here."

  "Yes."

  He tore the lace with his teeth and had her clit in his mouth before she could finish tangling her fingers in his hair. She arched high off the bed and moaned long and low. He sucked at her until she whimpered, but he didn't release her. He knew what she liked, even if she'd never admit it out loud, and he was going to give it to her. Clasping her between his teeth, he shook his head and pressed his face closer. He growled, knowing the rumble would vibrate through her body.

  "Oh ... Val ... oh..."

  He flinched as she tugged on his hair a little too hard. He released her and looked up the length of her arched body. “Easy, I sort of like my hair."

  Her fingers relaxed, but she didn't let him go. She wiggled her hips under his mouth, and he didn't make her ask twice.

  Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her off the bed and licked her from back to front. She quivered, and he did it again. By the third pass, she was tearing at his hair again and panting his name. “Put your heels on the bed,” he ordered her.

  She did.

  Access granted, Valentino went in for the kill. With his hands pressed against the back of her thighs, he shoved her legs toward her chest, opening her fully to his gaze and his mouth. He looked at the close-cropped black curls for a moment then blew lightly on them. All the glorious, wet, pink flesh exposed to him clenched then relaxed. He blew on her again, and she tore at his hair.

  "No ... you're teasing me."

  If not for that magic word, he might have continued. Still holding her wide open, he licked her then plunged his tongue inside. She convulsed around him and he tasted the sweet flavor of her cum. He sucked it out, swallowed, and went back for more. All the while he rubbed his nose over her clit. Each clench of her muscles grew tighter and tighter as did the grip in his hair. The room was eerily quiet, and he realized she must be holding her breath. He wanted to hear her scream.

  Sliding his tongue out of her passage, he licked upward, then caught her clit between his teeth. Her breath whooshed out, and her hands fell free of his hair. He pulled at the sensitive skin for several moments then bit down.

  Not only did she scream, she saturated his chin with a healthy dose of cum.

  Valentino didn't relent until he heard Sera choke back a sob. She gripped his hair with limp fingers and pulled ineffectively at his head. He moved away and shook free of her grip. Instead of waiting to see if she'd be able to lift her head, he got off his knees and stretched out on top of her, careful to keep his weight braced on his hands and his body away from hers.

  Her lids fluttered to reveal her stunning eyes. Were they darker?

  "Oh my God,” she exhaled.

  Valentino hid his pleased smile. “Just imagine what I could do if you let me take all your clothes off."

  She shook her head. “Not yet, okay?"

  "You make it tough for a guy, don't you?"

  Her expression slammed shut, and she shoved at his chest to get him to roll off. He had no choice but to let her sit up and eventually leave the bed. He rose to his elbows and watched her peel her ruined panties off before tugging her dress down to her thighs. She balled up the little lacy confection then looked over to meet his gaze. “Relationships, especially ones that involve...” She waved toward the bed. “I don't do well at."

  "We aren't having a relationship, Sera."

  "Yeah, that might be the problem.” She crossed her arms and turned her back.

  "I don't think it i
s."

  She glanced over her shoulder and frowned at him. “Are you a psychologist now?"

  Valentino chuckled and sat up. “You've had two pretty intense—if I do say so myself—orgasms while in my company. Perhaps your relationship hang-ups are the reason you can't say the same when in the company of other men? Maybe actually being in a relationship scares the sexual shit out of you."

  "So I'm letting go with you because I know I can walk away?"

  He shrugged. “Yeah, why not?"

  "That's just wrong.” She headed for the door, and he flew off the bed.

  "Hey, where do you think you're going?” He jumped in front of her and pressed his back to the door. She tried to stop a stride away, but he caught her waist and pulled her against him. “I'm not done with you yet."

  "But I didn't say you could do anything else."

  Damn. He flicked his gaze over her shoulder toward the camera hidden in the ceiling tiles. If she insisted on leaving, he had no say in the matter. He couldn't even seduce her into staying. He settled his gaze on her face. “You really don't want anything else from me tonight?” Like the feel of his hard dick inside her? If she said no, this night was going to end exactly the way last night had, with his hand in his shorts.

  Her gaze drifted down from his face to settle in the vicinity of his throat. She licked her lips and a strange expression flitted over her features. She dropped the panties to the floor and flattened both palms against his chest. “There might be something else I want,” she said very quietly.

  "I swear to God, anything you ask for, I'll give you."

  She glanced up with a strange little smile curling the edge of her lips. Her eyes were definitely darker now. “Are you sure you're willing to give me anything?"

  Hell, her voice had darkened too. It seemed strange to describe it in such a way, but he couldn't think of anything better. Her tone was normally soft and hesitant, but now it was just ... darker. He nodded and narrowed his eyes. “What exactly do you want me to do to you?” He'd had women that liked it rough before, and he could recall a time or two when blood had actually been drawn. He wasn't so sure he could make Sera bleed because the thought of causing her too much pain made him want to cry.