Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  After a brief contemplation, I take the bottle of champagne, holding it at chest level, and let the cool liquid cascade over my body. The sensation is quite refreshing, enjoyable even.

  “Now get over here and make me cum with that perfect ass,” he sits back, stretching his hands over the headrest of the sofa. Turning so that my back is facing him, I bend my knees, lowering my body until I feel his stiff cock at the crack of my ass. Gosh, he feels so warm and heavy, I want to feel him inside of me. I want to make him cum so hard, and I know just how to do it.

  Moving seductively, I arch my back, dancing slowly to the music, my ass bumping against his manhood with every movement. His hands are in my hair, as my body slides over him, thanks to the champagne lubrication.

  “You’re a fucking tease,” he groans, his hand gripping my ass as he pulls me closer to him.

  “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I smirk before reaching behind me to spread my ass cheeks so that his thick member can fit between like a hot dog in a bun.

  “Mmm,” he hums his approval as I begin to slide up and down his shaft, my back arching as I balance my weight on my knees leaning forward.

  “You said you wanted to cum on my ass right?” I ask over my shoulder, but he’s too enthralled to notice. His attention is focused on my ass shaking with every gyration back and forth, up and down, and in circular motions. He hardens between my cheeks, and just when I feel he might explode, I slow my pace, grinding against him sensually.

  “Fuck! I was about to cum,” he growls and I smirk, happy he can’t see my face.

  Again, I work him up, moving my ass cheeks on his stiffness as his breathing grows erratic, his breath hitting the back of my neck as he groans deeply. His orgasm is building again, and I’m still not going to let him cum. Reaching behind me, I squeeze my ass cheeks together before bouncing hard and fast on his length.

  “Oh fuck! Just like that … I’m about to cum,” he groans, and I slow again.

  “Are you fucking --,” he begins, and then he tugs my hair gently.

  “What?” I ask innocently, peeking over my shoulder.

  “Is this part of your little game?” he asks with raised eyebrows.

  “Maybe. But the next time, I’m gonna let you cum all over me,” I assure him, and his eyes close slowly, seemingly forgiving my torture.

  “Right there, baby,” he growls, gripping my hips so that I can’t lessen the friction.

  “You like that?” I ask seductively.

  “Fuck!” he bites out.

  I reach behind and squeeze my ass cheeks, rising and falling on his cock as fast as I can manage. His hands are gripping each of my hips as he pulls me into him, his release just seconds away.

  “Oh, baby!” I yell, the sensation pushing me towards my own climax, something that’s never happened without clitoral stimulation.

  “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, baby,” he promises as he continues manhandling my small frame.

  “I wanna feel you cum for me,” I plead, my knees growing weak.

  “Oh, I’m gonna cum all over this pretty little ass!” he growls before slapping my ass harshly.

  “Ahh!” I cry out as he spanks me with the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

  “Oh, fuck… Here I come…” His voice is hoarse and throaty. His hips surge forward, his body lifting from the seat as he slides between my ass cheeks vigorously.

  “Yes! Yes!” I yell, his loss of control turning me on. I love making a man melt, especially a man as powerful as Carter. He can have any woman he wants, and do whatever he chooses, but he’s behind me, moaning and groaning uncontrollably. I feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

  “Ahhh!” he yells as his cock spasms between my cheeks, his body slowing as his hips settle back on the seat. The warm cream slides between my crack as my body begins to cool down.

  “Fuck,” he sighs before adding, “Let me get you off.”

  “You don’t have to,” I assure him while standing.

  “I know I don’t have to,” he bites his lip and I realize he wants to make me cum. The realization sends shudders through my body.

  “Okay,” I acquiesce, shrugging with the hopes of looking casual.

  “Lay down,” he stands, pulling up his boxers and pants at the same time, buckling his pants while watching me spread out on the soft velvet sofa.

  “I could make you cum so many ways,” he huffs as if it’s truly laughable.

  “So how will you do it?” I wonder aloud.

  “That’s for me to know,” he smirks and my body relaxes, trusting his ability, eager to feel him.

  The soft tips of his fingers run the length of my body, and I swear to you I could cum from that alone. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, I even begin to doubt that he’s actually a virgin as he begins to massage my breasts.

  “I like these,” he says under his breath as if it’s not even for me to hear.

  “Kiss them,” I plead softly and he glances up toward me with a glare that makes me question if I’m allowed to speak during this process.

  After a hesitation, he leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a wave like motion that makes me squirm in delight.

  “Oh God!” I moan, my back arching as I force him to take more of my breast into his mouth.

  With his teeth tugging at my nipple, I shriek before he moves to my other breast and repeats his routine, which I think I’ll never tire of. He feels incredible and knows just what he’s doing. With his hand moving down my belly, air catches in my throat as my heart rate increases drastically, my chest heaving in anticipation.

  With a slow and calculated pace, he slides his hand between my legs, running his short manicured nails across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Everything he does just feels amazing and I can’t contain my impending explosion. I could cum right now, but I fight against it, wanting to feel him inside me.

  Just then, he slides one finger inside my slippery sex, and I hear a small gasp fall from his lips.

  “You’re fucking soaking,” he says in disbelief, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease, before he slides a second finger inside.

  “Oh!” I moan, my body building, the waves in my belly moving throughout me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I’ve had an orgasm, of course, but this is more than that. My body feels electric, and Carter is my conductor, his fingers curling inside me as he taps my frontal vaginal wall deliciously.

  “Right there! Yes!” I cry, my climax ready to rock through me.

  “Should I torture you like you did me?” he whispers before taking my nipple in his mouth.

  “No! Please!” I cry, begging him not to do to me what I’ve just done to him.

  “I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m dying to feel you cum,” he whispers in my ear before tugging at my earlobe, his fingers still curling inside of me.

  “Oh God,” I moan, my thighs pressing together, trapping his hand.

  “I already know what you like, babe,” he growls and the masculinity in his tone just pushes me forward, and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rattles me to the core, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

  “Yes!” I cry, my body arching to push my greedy pussy toward him, desperate for more pressure.

  “Damn, you’re squeezing me,” he chuckles, shoving a third finger inside of me.

  “Ahh!” I moan, my body welcoming the addition.

  “I know you didn’t think that was it,” he teases, his fingers sliding into me as his palm grips my clit with every intrusion. The pattern is incredibly stimulating and another climax is building before I can even deny the possibility. I’ve never experienced back-to-back orgasms in my life. If I’m honest, I thought they were a myth.

  “Shit!” I cry, the waves building dangerously fast as I moan loudly.

  “You’re making me hard again moaning like that,” Carter warns me in that same deep tone, and it's almost enough to tip the scales again, but I fight t
he urge, hoping to extend the pleasure just a little longer.

  Just then, he leans down, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently. I cry out in ecstasy, spiraling into another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. My body instinctively pulls away from him, my clit too sensitive and my body fearful of how another orgasm may tear me apart.

  “I was going to stop anyway,” he smirks as I smile in gratitude, a giggle falling from my pink lips.

  “I don’t know if you should be trusted,” I smile, as I catch my breath.

  “You’re the tortuous one,” he reminds me and we exchange a smile as I rise to my feet, collecting my lace underwear.

  Sliding on my delicate panty and bra set, I take a satin robe hanging from a hook on the wall and drape myself in the soft fabric.

  “I hope you enjoyed your dance,” I say over my shoulder as I move to make my way out of the dark room, but he grabs my wrist before I can exit.

  “Wait! You didn’t try to have sex with me,” he says with shock written all over his face. He must think I don’t know the ridiculous rules of this game he plays.

  “I know. Maybe another time,” I shrug, my mouth curving into a smirk as I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but he hangs onto me for a bit longer.

  “You don’t even want to try?” he cocks his head to the side. I guess he’s feeling a bit disappointed, but I desperately need to get away from him. Besides, we’ve already done more than I planned on our first encounter.

  “No, I think you’ve had enough,” I wink at him before tugging my hand from his grasp roughly.

  His eyes are on me until I’m completely out of the door. The air feels smoother once I exit his space, my mind begins to work properly again, and I feel a rush of relief. I’d grossly underestimated the effect he would have on me, and now I’m sure there will be no one coming close to topping the way he just made me feel.

  His dominance, control, and confidence just make me cream as I replay our time together. I really want to just go back into that room and beg him to take me. I want more of him, and actually grow sad the further I get away from him, knowing he might be leaving, and who knows when I’ll see him next.

  It pops into my mind that he’ll have to have another girl attempt to seduce him this week since I didn’t even try to have sex with him, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of jealousy rushes over me. How can I actually be jealous of a man I barely know?

  I’m not sure, but I know that I am. I want him all to myself after just one meeting. I want all of his pleasure, and I want to give him all of mine as well. There’s no one else in the world I want to touch my body, and I know now that I’m in deep trouble dealing with Carter.

  Reminding myself that I’m a professional, I head to the back and redress in my regular clothes, anxious to get out of this strip club and regroup. That was a rollercoaster of emotions, and my body is still feeling aftershocks from those two incredible climaxes. A long bath and rich red wine are definitely in my future. And of course daydreams of Carter, as usual.

  Carter

  Walking out of the private room, I’m in a total daze. What the fuck was that? I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that in my entire life. My body is still on fire from Destiny’s touch. I want more. So much more.

  And I don’t even know what to do with that. Never have I once wanted more from a girl once she got me off. One and done, basically. I don’t even think about them after it’s over. If I think hard enough, I might be able to remember one or two girls over the years that stood out from the hundreds. Maybe. Then again, I don’t think anyone has ever been that memorable. Not compared to what I just experienced with Destiny.

  I need to find a way to get more of her.

  As I make my way back through the strip club, Chase comes up and slaps me on the back.

  “Dude, you didn’t have sex with her.” He sounds shocked. I’m not sure why he would be after five years of this. But I have to say, I’m a bit shocked too. I wanted to. So fucking bad.

  “How do you know?” I mean, I know he said it was constant filming from here on out, but I didn’t see a camera anywhere in that room. And I looked. Especially when thoughts of slipping my dick in Destiny’s sweet pussy were teasing at the corners of my brain.

  Chase laughs. “We had a webcam in the box of condoms. Don’t get me wrong, all of that was crazy hot. It'll make great TV. I’m just surprised you didn’t give in.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”

  Part of me wants to ask why he’s so surprised. He knows how committed I am to making it to the end of the season. To claiming my two billion dollars that I’ve earned. I mean, all this self-denial definitely warrants that kind of bonus. But I don’t ask because all I can focus on is Destiny.

  I scan the club, looking for her. I need to talk to her before we leave. I can’t just walk away. What if I never see her again? Unacceptable.

  Just then, I see a flash of blonde hair headed toward the exit of the club. Destiny.

  I run after her, totally ignoring Chase calling after me. I don’t give a fuck what he’s saying right now. I need to catch Destiny before she leaves.

  I reach her just as she starts to walk outside. Stretching out my hand, I clasp my fingers around her wrist.

  “Destiny!”

  She gasps and whirls around, her blue eyes wide, her hair floating around her face like some kind of halo. Like a fucking angel. A very naughty angel.

  “Oh, hi,” she says, her voice coming out in a low whisper. “It’s you.”

  She tries to pull her hand away, but I tighten my grip. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I tease.

  She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a look that I don’t quite understand.

  With the hand not holding on to her, I pull my phone from my pocket and unlock it. “What’s your number, baby? I can’t let you just walk out of here with no way to find you again.”

  Destiny glances around the club like she’s looking for something, then tilts her head toward the open doorway. I follow her out, never releasing my grip on her soft wrist.

  Once we’re outside, she still doesn’t look any less uncomfortable. She’s looking all around as if she thinks we’re being filmed, which of course, we probably are.

  “Look, Destiny,” I say, moving in close to her, feeling an urge to pull her up against me and take that look of discomfort away from her. What the fuck is that about? “Now that your bit in the show is over and your work for ABN is done, I’d really like to get to know you.”

  She lifts her head and searches my eyes. “What do you mean?”

  I give her a slow smile. I mean all kinds of things. But I start with something simple. “Just that I really enjoyed my time with you tonight and I’d like to know more about you, separate from Head Hunter.”

  She looks all around again and licks her lips nervously. I’m not quite sure what she’s thinking, but as long as she’s willing to not walk out of my life forever right now, I’m good with whatever it is.

  Looking back at me, I can’t get any kind of read on her. Her face is blank, her eyes are like a mask, and I can’t tell if she’s even slightly interested. When she shrugs casually, I wonder if I totally misread what went on in the private room because I sure as hell got the impression that I wasn’t just some client.

  “Fine,” she says quickly, grabbing my phone from me and typing in her number, and then hands it back to me, and starts to turn away.

  “Hang on,” I say, holding the phone up to snap a picture of her. “For your contact,” I say when she arches a brow. Or for my spank bank. But she doesn’t need to know that.

  She doesn’t say anything again, just gives me a look like she’s wondering if we’re through here yet. What the fuck? It’s like she’s totally not interested. Well, at least I got her number. She may not care right now, but I’m not about to let this be the end of whatever we started back in the private room.

  I give her a sexy grin, the one that normally has women dropping th
eir panties in a heartbeat. “Until next time, Destiny.”

  She simply gives me one last indecipherable look, then spins on her heels and walks away.

  Ashley

  “Oh my god, Ashley, look at this one,” my friend Michelle squeals, pulling out a sexy little black dress and holding it out to me. This is the ultimate retail therapy.

  Michelle and I go to Bergdorf Goodman for a little shopping on the regular, and today I need this girl time even more than usual. I’m about to go out of my mind waiting for Carter to call.

  I take the dress and hold it up to myself, imagining what Carter might think when he sees me in it. Wondering if it’s sexy enough to make him want to see me out of it.

  I bite my lip. “I don’t know, Michelle, is it hot and slutty enough?”

  Michelle laughs. “Seriously? That dress screams do me now.”

  I nod, not entirely convinced. “I just want to make sure it’s perfect. I know he’s going to call and ask me out.”

  The way he looked at me last night outside the strip club was fucking intense. I didn’t expect that from him at all. I had no idea how to handle it either. All the reasons I wanted to send Lorraine in for me in the first place were front and center in my head all night. I was hired to do a job, but I’m not feeling the least bit professional about it. Yeah, I want to fuck Carter—and that’s what I’m getting paid to do—but I can’t seem to compartmentalize my job from my feelings this time around. And I have no idea why.

  Michelle looks at me, her eyes bulging. “Girl, you are seriously getting into your work this time.”

  She knows all about my business—she's my best friend, after all—but I haven’t told her about this particular job. It’s super secret. Well, they all are, typically. But I don’t usually keep secrets from Michelle.

  “Who is it this time?” she asks. “Because I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up over a client.”

  I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell her. Then it just falls out in a spew of word vomit. “It’s Carter Blaine from TV. You know, Head Hunter? I’m supposed to seduce him.”