Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  I come alive to his movements, no matter how tired I am. Something in me accelerates whenever he rocks into me, I guess it’s my addiction, because I surely can’t get enough of him. And now that he can fuck me, I think we’ll be doing this every morning and every night. Nothing compares to him plunging into me, stretching my pussy to handle all twelve inches of his magnificent cock.

  Forcing myself to stay focused, rather than do what I want and jump down to shove his length into my mouth until he explodes against my tongue. God, there’s just something about tasting his release that makes me go weak. This is probably another indication of the severity of my problem, because I’m daydreaming about sucking him off while he fucks me harder and harder.

  My legs shoot into the air as he lifts himself up and falls into me. My body gripping him each time, squeezing him as he slides out of my juicy sex. He’s grunting louder and I know he has to be close to his own climax, holding off as long as he could to please me. His love for making me cum is such a turn on, but let's be honest, everything about him turns me on at this point.

  Carter’s obsession with me, and my enjoyment and pleasure is what really makes me cum each time. I cum for him, not the sex or the feelings from the penetration. It’s his voice, his instruction, and his desire that push me on, causing me to lose control each time. I love the influx in his voice when he begins to plead and moan, almost squealing with delight. That’s what makes me weak, not the physicality of it.

  So when I hear him begin to lose control, I pick up my own vigor, slamming into him as I lift my pelvis. He’s desperate now, control evading him as his body takes over, his animalistic need to cum driving his hips into me so roughly that our bodies make a clapping sound as they clash together. Grunts accompany every plunge, and he’s moving so fast I can no longer grip his cock, he’s in and out too quickly.

  “Yes, Carter! God, you feel amazing! I love you, baby!” I cry, and my declaration seems to give him a boost of energy because he surges even harder and faster, his arm locked beneath my knee, holding my leg up so that my pussy spreads for him. He feels indescribable rocking into me, and knowing that he'll lose himself inside me only increases my own race to climax.

  As always, the fear begins to build. After so many orgasms, it’s scary to feel the waves building so immensely, questioning if my body can even handle another explosion after the way the last one wiped me out. Of course it’s out of my control, because I’m desperate to chase after the pleasure, regardless of how weak my body feels.

  He’s driving into me recklessly, his hips bucking like an animal. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, my hips sore from the pressure and my pussy creaming with every pump. Carter is going from grunting to growling to groaning, his abs tight as he crashes into me. I know he’s only a few strokes away, but I wasn’t expecting his orders.

  “You’re gonna cum with me,” he says and I know he means it.

  Closing my eyes, I focus on the waves building in me. Thinking back to all we’ve been through in these short weeks, I feel the orgasm take on new life. This is more than sex, it’s the culmination of so much fantasizing and dreaming. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long and its finally happening.

  From first watching his show to dancing for him in that private room. He was so sexy, so unattainable, but I could see the effect I had on him within minutes. His cock was bulging before we even made it to the private room. I got him off so quickly when I decided it was time for him to explode, and he was dead set on returning the favor even though I didn’t care.

  It was nothing like his previous experiences with women, and he was nothing like my previous experiences with men. After weeks of waiting and teasing it was all finally happening, and not a moment too soon. Hearing him lose himself inside me was the most satisfying sound in the world. With my eyes clenched I try to etch the sound of his moans into my memory.

  “Fuck! Ashley! Oh fuck!” He begins and I pull him closer as he buries his face into my neck. With his mouth so close to my ear, my pussy clenches to every whine he makes, even the ones under his breath as he mutters in ecstasy.

  My orgasm begins to take over before I’m even ready, there’s just something about his pleasure that causes me to lose control. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. He’s so sexy, so controlling, so dominating, but for me he melts like chocolate, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

  “I’m cumming for you, baby!” I yell, my climax just at the edge.

  “Fuck yeah! Let me feel it, Ashley,” he growls.

  “Carter! Carter! Carter, baby!” I yell, my pelvis thrusting forward quickly, my clit desperate for the friction.

  Abruptly, he slams into me, stilling as his pelvis presses against my clit, causing me to moan uncontrollably. Lost to the release, I don’t hear or feel anything but my own pleasure, which is off the charts. I’m just beginning to regain my thinking when I feel his cock twitch and spasm inside of me. The warm cream oozing from his cock, deep in my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans in that weak tone I love to hear so much.

  Together, we lie, holding each other tightly as our bodies pant in unison. After a marathon love making session, we’re both spent, drenched in sweat as his semen begins to slide out of me. Carter pulls out of me, flipping onto his back beside me as the warm, thick gel like cream slides down my thigh.

  Reaching his hand between my legs, he pushes the semen back inside me with his fingers, and I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, licking the cream from his fingertips as his eyelids grow heavy, his blue eyes clouding with lust.

  Both of our addictions flare as we gaze at each other, knowing we won’t be leaving the bed for a really long time, if ever. There’s nothing else I need in this world and from the looks of things, Carter doesn’t need more than me.

  We are enough for each other, more than enough actually. We fulfill every dream and fantasy, and that gives us everything we could possibly desire. He’s the man of my dreams, and he’s my man, what could be better than that.

  “Worth the wait?” he asks with raised eyebrows.

  “Don’t brag,” I tease him. He knows he over performed. I came more times than I could count.

  “I love you, Ashley,” he turns to me, his eyes suddenly serious.

  “I love you, Carter Blaine,” I look deeply into those beautiful eyes and he smirks before reaching over to me.

  With one hand on each of my cheeks, he pulls me into him and presses his lips against mine, passionately kissing me with everything he’s got left. If I had to guess I would imagine this is his silent way of letting me know that I was worth the wait, and he will never have any idea how much that means to me.

  Ashley

  One year later…

  I sit next to Carter on the black sand beaches in Hawaii. This has to be the most perfect honeymoon ever. The entire beach is ours for the next two weeks. Yeah, two billion dollars will do that for you—plus the billions that Carter accumulated over the years on Head Hunter.

  He’s crazy rich, and we don’t have to work another day in our lives if we don’t want to. I’ve handed over management of my seduction business to Lorraine. I’m still the CEO, but I won’t have much of an active role in day-to-day operations. Especially once the baby comes.

  Carter leans over and rests his hand on my belly, which is only just starting to show—but only if you know that’s what you’re looking for.

  The past year has been the most amazing ever. Carter and I have hot sex every single day—usually two or three times. And OMG is he like seriously a God in bed. You’d never know he’d been a virgin before me. He fucks like a champ. I am one lucky woman.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks, dropping his mouth to my tit and playing with the nipple with his teeth. They’re extra sensitive since I got pregnant, but that only makes it even better. And yeah, we’re totally naked on this beach. What’s the point of renting out an entire beach if you can’t walk around naked with
your twelve-inch cock husband?

  “Just about how good you are to me,” I reply. He is. In and out of the bedroom. He’s everything I imagined he could be, and more. When I first read the file on Carter Blaine, I knew in my heart that he was something special, that he was quite the catch. And now he’s mine. Forever.

  I lift my hand and look at the huge rock glittering in the tropical sunlight. I have no idea how much it cost, but if I know Carter, it was a ridiculous amount. He does everything in style.

  Leaning me back onto the soft sand, Carter arches an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Just how good am I?” He kisses a trail to my other tit, sucking it into his mouth until I feel an ache between my legs that has to be satisfied. He doesn’t disappoint. His hand goes to my throbbing pussy, dipping inside the wetness and teasing me until I’m ready to come all over his fingers.

  “So, so, so good,” I manage to gasp through my panting breaths. It’s always like this with us. We can’t get enough of each other, even a year later. I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s always going to be. And I’m so okay with that.

  He kisses down my newly rounded belly and over my mound until his mouth settles between my legs.

  And other than actual sex with him, this is my very favorite. It turns out the Head Hunter is actually quite the expert at giving head as well as receiving. And he’s definitely a giver. Lucky me.

  “I love you,” I moan as he sends me soaring.

  And when I finally come back down to earth, I sit up. “Your turn.”

  He smiles. “You just can’t get enough, can you?”

  It’s true. Something about that cock of his just makes my mouth water. It’s no wonder he got head all those years without even trying. But now it’s just for me. And I make sure he’s very well taken care of. No more hunting for him, because I’m here, willing and ready all the time.

  Don’t get me wrong; we aren’t all about sex. We have a very healthy relationship and we're really a perfect fit in every way. But it certainly doesn’t hurt that the sex is good. And when I say good, what I mean is staggeringly, mind-blowingly, out of this world awesome.

  I give him a wicked grin as I take his cock in my fist, then wink at him as I get ready to do one of my favorite things.

  Life is good. And it’s only going to get better now that I’m Mrs. Carter Blaine with our sweet baby girl on the way.

  I joked that we should name her Patience as a homage to his twenty-six years of waiting it out to lose his virginity, but Carter kind of likes it. I think it stuck.

  After I go down on Carter for a bit, he finally pulls me back up to him, then sinks inside me, both of us moaning with satisfaction, and he says the thing I never get tired of hearing.

  “You, Mrs. Blaine, were so worth the wait.”

  Cunning Linguist

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  1

  Jake

  “So, Mia,” I say, flashing my famous panty-melting grin that I know gets all of the girls wet, “tell me a little more about your orgasms.”

  “Jake!” Mia gasps as if my question shocks her, biting her lower lip as her cheeks redden.

  That’s how a lot of women respond when they first come on my show. But by the end of the segment, I guarantee Mia’s cheeks won’t be red from embarrassment anymore. They’ll be flushed bright pink with straight up ecstasy as she comes—really fucking hard—screaming my name the entire time.

  Whoa, wait, you say? What kind of show is this, you ask? Let me tell you. But I can’t promise I won’t make you a wet, horny mess by the time I’m finished, and you’ll be thanking me for it.

  So, yeah, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jake Kent, host of the hit late-night talk show A Cunning Linguist. It’s the most watched cable show in the history of late-night television. With a name like A Cunning Linguist, you can only imagine why.

  But just in case your imagination fails you, allow me to enlighten you. Let’s go back a couple years. Back to when I wrote a book by the same name. My book about expert sex techniques and pleasing women in bed was an international bestseller. Insanely successful. I’m talking Fifty Shades levels of flying off the shelves, virtual and print. Because every fucking woman in the entire world wanted to give her man the ultimate guidebook for going down on her.

  Yeah, what can I say? I’m a fucking genius. What woman wouldn’t want a book about a good pussy licking? I bet just reading those words are making you wet right now. Am I right?

  Wink.

  So anyway, after this book broke all the records, the obvious next step was a talk show. But this isn’t just any talk show. Not even close.

  Because I’ve taken my desire to help people have satisfying sex to the next level. Instead of telling them how to do it, I show them. Yep. You read that right. Every single night, my show is filmed and broadcast live. And every single night I go down on the featured guest and give her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

  I’ve made my fortune as the Cunning Linguist. I can have any woman I want. And I do. On the regular. I’ve heard there are some billionaires out there who might not like so many women throwing themselves at them because of their financial status. Me? I couldn’t fucking care less. You know why? Because I know why the women are really after me. They want my magic tongue. And I’m more than happy to give it to them.

  The world fucking needs more orgasms. And not just any old orgasm. Not the kind that barely makes your pussy clench, the kind that only has a hint of a tingle behind it.

  Fuck no.

  What this world needs is the eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head, brain-short-circuiting, make-you-cum-until-you-can’t-fucking-breathe kind of orgasms. And I’m happy to be of service.

  Every woman deserves that. So that’s why I’m here right now with Mia, her blush just starting to fade as I stare earnestly into her eyes.

  “It’s okay, Mia,” I assure her. “That’s why you’re here. You’re not alone. Isn’t that right ladies?”

  I turn my megawatt grin on the audience full of women, hitting them with the full force of my raw sex appeal. I can practically smell the pheromones as their panties get even wetter than I know they already are.

  Cheers and hoots come from the crowd. Damn right that’s why they’re here. They want to see this for themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all come at once while watching me eat Mia out here in a few minutes.

  And this episode tonight? It’s going to be one of a kind. The audience doesn’t know it yet—nobody does except Mia, me, and the crew—but the entire encounter is going to be filmed tonight. Typically, the camera gets a shot of me moving in, then pans up to the woman I’m pleasuring, capturing the pure bliss on her face as I give her the orgasm of her life. But lately people have been questioning the show. I’ve seen it all over Twitter. People suggesting that the guests are faking it, that I’m not actually going down on them, that the live audience is paid off to say that I am.

  What a load of bullshit. My record is fucking unbroken. Not once have I ever gone down on a woman and come up anything less than victorious. The fact that these fuckers want to mess with my reputation and question my credibility pisses me off like nothing else. So we’re going to shut them up once and for all.

  Tonight the audience all across the country will see it all live on TV.

  Cutting my gaze away from the audience of horny, simpering, panting women, I glance around the set. This studio is fucking awesome. It doesn’t look anything like your typical talk show set. Yeah, w
e have a couple of cushy chairs, but everything else screams sex—the black and gray studio walls with bright pink accents, and the muted lighting that gives off a dark and mysterious vibe. It’s sleek, modern, and sexy as fuck. It’s my kingdom, and I’m about to make sure everyone knows I’m still the king of muff diving.

  “So these orgasms—” I begin again, but Mia cuts me off with a snort.

  “If that’s what you can call them.”

  I smirk. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Go on…”

  “They’re so boring, so routine, so...mediocre,” she says, seeming to forget her earlier embarrassment as her irritation with her less than stellar sex life takes over. “I mean, I never thought I could be bored with sex. But, Jake,” her eyes widen as if she’s horrified, “I am.”

  I cluck my tongue sympathetically. My tongue that is about to get busy. “Mia, I hate to hear that. Because if anyone should be having fantastic orgasms, it’s you.”

  I give her a knowing smile. See, Mia here runs a blog where she chronicles her exploits. I did my research—or rather, my protégé Toby did it and gave me the rundown—and Mia’s adventures on her blog have gotten worse by the week.

  “I don’t know, Jake,” she says miserably. “Maybe I’m just past my prime. Maybe the best sex of my life is behind me.”

  At this, I lean forward and grip her knees, squeezing gently. She gasps and bites her lip again, and I smile wider.

  “That’s total fucking bullshit, Mia. You’re in your mid-thirties. You’re just now hitting your prime for fuck’s sake. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” I look out at the audience, making sure my face shows just how earnestly I feel about this. “Every woman, no matter what her age, deserves to come really fucking hard as much and as often as she’d like.”