Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  With his lips kissing my ankles, I’m shocked at how every part of me is entranced by him. Why on earth are my abdomen muscles clenching so deliciously from a man kissing my ankles? It’s like he wants to taste every part of me, more than any other man ever has. He’s not just interested in getting me off, he wants to know me, really know me. It turns me on, but it’s also extremely intimate to me. The way we both want the other to experience such intense pleasure, it just overwhelms me with joy.

  Moving his kisses up my leg, I squeal when he reaches my thighs and my legs fall apart to make room for him, my pussy begging for his attention. Just feeling his breath on my glistening pussy lips makes me want to cum all around him, but I hold on, hopeful for more.

  With his head lowered between my legs, he traces the lips of my sex with his stiff tongue, opening my lips to expose my throbbing clitoris. I can feel my pulse increasing as my chest heaves with excitement. He’s moving so painfully slow as he inspects my greedy snatch, licking me slowly and softly. His hands move to my breasts and he twirls my nipples between his fingers.

  Every part of me is so aroused, feeling as though my entire blow job was working myself up as much as it was him. My body is exhausted between my two hard orgasms in the limo and then my teetering on the edge during my pleasuring him. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm, but Carter seems dead set on testing my limits.

  Kissing my pussy as he did my mouth, he works me over, sliding his tongue inside of me while massaging my opening with his lips. It feels incredible and I moan my appreciation as I shamelessly push my pelvis forward, shoving my sex into his mouth for more.

  “Mmm…” he hums on my lips and I cry in pleasure. It feels like a vibrator is inside of me and I know he’s proud because I am completely losing it and he hasn’t even moved to my clit.

  “Carter, baby!” I moan, twisting and turning.

  “Mm hmm,” he hums in response and I moan again and again. The sensation of his voice vibrating off of my sex is just overwhelmingly erotic.

  “You taste even sweeter than I remember,” he says in that sexy low tone he speaks in when sex is on his mind.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead as he kisses up my belly, pausing to pay extra attention to my navel before lacing me with kisses to my breasts.

  “I just realized I forgot I about these. I don’t want them feeling neglected,” he winks, referencing my complaint our first time together.

  Repeating his pattern, he takes my breast into his mouth, sucking roughly before tugging my erect nipple with his teeth. He's driving me up a wall with those damn teeth! How is that so sexy? It feels amazing, it’s so rough and aggressive.

  “I love watching you squirm, baby,” he growls as I twist beneath him.

  My body is electric and I feel my climax building as he insists on moving to my other breast despite my cries for him to lick me like a lollipop. I can’t deny that he feels absolutely amazing; he knows his way around a breast and I’m more than appreciative of his masterful mouth, but when he begins to kiss back down my belly the real excitement builds.

  I swear, I could climax just from the anticipation as he inches down, sloppy kisses leading the way. This time he doesn’t ease into it. No, ‘slow’ definitely couldn’t be used to describe his strategy this time. Instead, he dives into my pussy, holding my thighs to stop me from running from the intense pleasure. He feels so good it hurts; my orgasm is building too fast.

  “Mmm…” he moans on my clit as he sucks me gently.

  “Carter! Shit! Baby! Yes!” I cry, my body edging, right on the brink of collapse and as if he can feel it, he slows every time I’m ripe for an explosion. He’s playing with me, teasing me, as he works me up and then slows it down.

  I know I started this cruel game, but he's much better at it than me. I doubt I can get him as close as he gets me. I'm dying in anticipation, my body screaming for a big finale. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I yelp in shock, expecting him to continue his mean game of dragging out my build up.

  I’m creaming for him before I even know what’s happened, but he doesn’t even pause. Instead, he shoves two fingers inside of me, sliding in and out as my pussy grips around him as my climax pours out of me.

  “Oh God!” I cry as another set of waves begin to build in my belly, a second orgasm sure to follow. How many times can this man make me cum in one day? It’s incredible!

  Sucking harder on my clit, he slides another finger into my sex and curls them forward to tap my frontal wall, just how I like it. He’s already got me so figured out, it’s unbelievable. My body curves to his touch. I want to feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere, fuck him everywhere!

  “Yes! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my climax just seconds away.

  His lips part just slightly, loosening his grip on my most sensitive spot, and then he slides his mouth down, grazing his teeth along the way, and I unravel in the best way, screaming his name as I cum just for him.

  Sometimes you climax from the position, sometimes it’s the angle, or even the pace of the penetration. But when I cum with Carter, I cum for him and only because it's him. I explode every single time, like he has a detonator and can determine my pleasure when and where he wants. I feel so helpless to him, but I enjoy it, it doesn’t make sense.

  I’m usually in control, dictating just how things get done, but with him I’m always left to his mercy, controlled by his action, and there’s nothing I would do about it, even if I could.

  “Fuck this,” he grunts, his cock hard again and now in his hand.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, tears stinging the back of my eyes from my mind-altering climax.

  “Baby, I want you. I don’t care about any of this, I’ve got to feel you,” he climbs on top of me, spreading my legs as he positions himself above me.

  “You can’t,” I remind him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit interested in hearing what I’ve got to say.

  “Ashley, I have to feel you grip around my cock when you cum like that. It’s driving me crazy,” he adds, leaning down, but I won’t let him. I can’t, especially not under these pretenses.

  “No, Carter, we can’t,” I push back, sliding from beneath him as he looks on with shock and hurt in his eyes. There’s nothing I can say or do to explain, but I know I can’t have him pass up all of that money for me. I’ll wait for him until the end of the world, so he can definitely hold out for a few more weeks.

  Ashley

  He’s put everything out there, come clean about things that nobody knows. Now I see why the man I’ve gotten to know and his public persona on Head Hunter don’t really mesh. He isn’t some super player. He’s been holding out for the money. And maybe, just maybe, for the right person.

  God, I hope I’m that person. But I must be, because Carter fucking Blaine just declared that he loves me!

  “Oh my God, Carter, I do love you. So much.” I pull back from him, my expression growing serious. And I realize immediately what I have to do. “Because of that, I can’t do this.”

  Confusion crosses his face. “What do you mean? I don’t get it.”

  I press my lips together, my heart aching. I can’t lie to him. Not after he just came clean. But I also can’t tell him the truth. What would he say? It would ruin everything that just happened between us. He wouldn’t understand.

  He has no idea that I was hired for the sum of two hundred million dollars. That’s insane. That’s huge. I don’t want him giving in because he wants me to win the money. Just like I don’t want him to give in because I want him to get his money. And that’s not all. If he knew the real reason I was hired…well, I can’t even think about that.

  I’ve ignored that little detail myself for weeks now, trying to keep myself focused on the moment and the fact that I really do love Carter Blaine. I can’t tell him everything because then he might not believe anything I have to say.

  And that would truly break my heart.

  “Ashley? What is it? What can’t you do?” />
  I blow out a heavy breath. “I just can’t let you lose that kind of money, Carter. As much as I love you, and as much as I want nothing more than for you to take me back to your bedroom right this minute and give us both the best night of our lives, I just can’t. I'd never forgive myself if we gave in now and you lost all that money. Two billion dollars?” My eyes practically bulge out of my head, because that’s fucking an insane amount of money. “No way.”

  He laughs. “I appreciate that, but you know it doesn’t mean anything, right? Not compared to spending my life making you happy.”

  God. Let me just melt into the ground right now. Could he be any more perfect? I don’t think so. It makes me feel even worse for not coming clean. But what can I do?

  “No.” I shake my head. “And it’s not because I don’t want to. Believe me I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. But we can do this. We can be strong. I’ll help you and you help me, and we’ll get through the next eight weeks together. And when it’s all over? We’ll have forever to do anything and everything we want.”

  Carter leans over me, almost pinning me down, and kisses my neck, sending euphoric shudders down my spine. His strong hands grip me, touch me, explore me. I let out a slight moan as he begins to undress me slowly.

  “Carter…” It comes out like a warning. He can’t do this. Even though we both desperately want to.

  “I know, baby. I’ll be good. But I just want to be close to you.”

  Heart. Melted.

  He strips down next, then crawls into the bed beside me, wrapping me in his arms and tucking me against him. I can feel his rock-hard cock cradled against my ass, and my hips wiggle a little involuntarily, but we can't do this. We can be strong. We have to be strong. Too much is riding on this.

  Rolling over in his arms, I run my fingers over his chiseled chest, loving the way his skin feels pressed against mine. We’re totally bare lying here together. It would be so easy to have sex right now. But we don’t. We just kiss. A slow, sweet kiss full of love and emotion.

  “I love you, Ashley,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.

  “I love you,” I reply, and then we fall asleep in each other’s arms, totally content.

  Carter

  The sound of incessant ringing wakes me from some of the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. At first, I’m confused and disoriented. I’m not alone in my bed. That’s never happened.

  Then I remember everything that happened earlier tonight. Ashley.

  She told me she loves me. And that she’s willing to wait for me to get through the last agonizing weeks of this reality show. A show I’m quickly starting to resent now that it’s affecting parts of my life that actually matter. Namely, my relationship with Ash.

  The doorbell rings again and again, and finally I drag myself away from Ashley’s warm body and pull on some boxer briefs as I head out of my room and into the living room. Pulling open the front door, I’m surprised to find Chase standing there.

  I rub my eyes and run my hand through my hair.

  “Dude. What are you doing here? It’s got to be—” I glance around, looking for a clock, “—fuck, it’s three in the morning.” What could possibly be so important that he had to come over in the middle of the fucking night? All I want to do right now is crawl back in bed with Ashley and pull her soft, sexy body into mine.

  “Hey.” Chase gives me a smirk, one I’m becoming all too familiar with. Fucking hell, what now? I swear, I thought the guy was my friend. Like really my buddy. But he’s been getting way too much pleasure lately out of telling me all the ways I can’t get off. I have a sinking feeling he’s here for more of the same.

  “Fuck, Chase, can this wait until morning? I mean, really.” I start to shut the door, but he reaches a hand out and pushes back.

  “Sorry, man,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “This has to be done now.”

  “Whatever,” I mumble, stepping away from the door and walking toward the couch where I collapse and rest my elbows on my thigh, giving him an expectant stare. Might as well get this over with.

  “So,” he begins, “that was some really great TV. Awesome, man. Truly. The ratings were through the roof. I don’t think we’ve had more people viewing the show live…well, ever.”

  “Great.” I throw my hands up in the air. “What’s the problem then? We’re giving them what they want, right? I’m being tempted like I never have before. And I’m fucking falling in love, but can’t have sex with the woman of my dreams. It’s perfect, right? I don’t get it. What else could you possible want?”

  He shakes his head. “Not me, man. Lola. You know that bitch is crazy.”

  Sure the fuck is. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. I can’t stand working for her anymore. I can’t wait until this contract is up. But I guess I shouldn’t hate on her too much. If it weren’t for this show—and her manipulations behind the scenes that I’m only now fully starting to see—I wouldn’t have met Ash. And I can’t regret that.

  “Just spit it out, Chase. I need to get back to bed. I have a hot little woman keeping it warm for me.”

  Chase presses his lips together. “That’s what I’m here about. It’s why you have to know now—before you go back to bed.”

  Fuck. It’s going to be bad, I can feel it.

  “Out with it already,” I growl.

  “No more oral.”

  At first I think I’ve misheard. Like, I literally take my hand to my ear and pull at my earlobe. “Sorry, what?”

  Chase nods. “Yeah. You heard me right. You can no longer have oral sex.”

  I want to laugh at the absurdity of it—I mean the fucking show is called Head Hunter for fuck’s sake—but I know he’s not joking. And it’s no joking matter.

  The thought of going seven more weeks without Ashley’s warm, perfect mouth on my cock has me feeling like I might go out of my mind. That was all we had left, really. No sex, no anal, no jerking off. Now no oral either? It’s like a sick joke. Fucking Lola. This is her scheme; I just know it. Anything she can do to push me to my limits to get me to screw up. Well, fuck her. Not this close to the finish line.

  “This is ridiculous, I hope you know that,” I say, pointing my finger at Chase. I know it’s not his idea, but I can’t help feeling like I want to shoot the messenger just a little.

  “Carter, if you love Ashley like you just declared on national television, no more head. The Head Hunter is officially sidelined.”

  “How can that even be a thing?” I protest, grasping at straws. “I mean, it’s the name of the fucking show. It’s what people tune in for. It’s what they expect.”

  He shakes his head. “Not anymore. Things have changed. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff popping up on forums on the Internet. It’s trending on Facebook and Twitter. People love you and Ashley, don’t get me wrong, but they’re all taking bets to see if you guys can make it the rest of the season.”

  “We can,” I assert.

  We have to. A whole hell of a lot is riding on this.

  Chase stands and makes for the door, turning back at the last second with a genuine sympathetic smile. At least he’s not a total douche. Somewhere under there is the guy who usually has my back. “Good luck, man.”

  “Thanks. I’m going to need it,” I mutter, closing the door behind him and dropping my forehead against the frame, knocking against it a few times for good measure.

  Because FML. I can’t masturbate, have anal, or get head for seven more weeks? There’s nothing left other than actually having sex. How the hell am I going to make it that long?

  Ashley

  I stretch my arms above my head, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. I must still be dreaming because I don’t remember ever being in a bed as soft and luxurious as this one. Half asleep, I roll over—right into a raging hard-on.

  My eyes fly open.

  Oh my God—Carter! Everything comes rushing back to
me and I remember what an amazing night we had last night. I sigh in contentment as I watch him sleep.

  He’s so perfect. The most sexy, gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my entire life. A fucking huge twelve-inch cock—I know, right? But that’s not even all of it. He’s a good man. A man that I’ve loved getting to know and who I can’t wait to really get to know—in every single way possible—once this show is over.

  I love him, and he loves me. It almost feels surreal. It’s just so totally perfect.

  Wriggling against him so that I’m even closer, I reach over and wrap my arm around his waist, loving just cuddling here in bed with him. Sure, I’d love to do more, but if this is all we have for now, I’ll take it.

  Besides, it’s not all we have. We can still give each other pleasure in other ways.

  Leaning forward, I give Carter a soft kiss on his lips, and he starts to stir.

  He opens his sleepy eyes and looks at me, smiling for a minute like he’s just as happy as I am to wake up together before he pulls me closer to him and kisses me. He deepens the kiss, and soon we’re both panting for breath, need and desire taking over.

  Rising up on my hands and knees, I hover over him, fighting the urge to sink down on his shaft that is now pulsing with every beat of his heart, practically begging for attention.

  “I love you, Carter. I can totally wait seven weeks for you. So what if we can’t have anal? It’s fine.” I give him a sexy little wink. “I do have a mouth, you know.”

  I crawl further down his body, wrapping my hand around the thick base of his cock, licking my lips at the sight of the pre-cum beading on the thick head. God I just want to take it all in mouth, tasting every bit of him. I really desperately want to feel him explode in me and come down my throat.