Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  I shake my head indicating that it's not and I say, “Have you ever had a better angel, Your Honor?”

  The Judge takes a long look at me. He notices Daphne staring at me and my sideways glance back at her.

  Finally, he smiles. “All charges dismissed,” he says, banging his gavel. Photographers start flashing their cameras and taking pictures as I turn around and take her hand to walk out of the courthouse.

  “It’s beautiful, Derrick,” Daphne says gazing out at the city. “How did you ever manage to book this?”

  We’re at the Top of the Rock at Rockefeller Center and I’ve managed to buy the entire observation lounge. It’s just me and Daphne and all of New York City.

  “Do you like it, love?” I ask her, coming closer. “I wanted to take you somewhere to celebrate.”

  I pick up two glasses of champagne and hand one to Daphne. We clink our glasses and take a sip.

  “What are we celebrating, baby?” Daphne asks me.

  I grin at her. “Complete freedom, love,” I say and draw her closer. “No more legal troubles to worry about. No more entanglements with the law.”

  Daphne leans closer and kisses me. “No more deportation?”

  I shake my head. “And a trade deal that's almost ready for signature.”

  Her eyes go wide. That’s right. I may have forgotten to tell you. I’ve been on the phone back and forth with my father the last couple weeks. I’ve been getting pretty into the trade deal that he’s working on with the States.

  And so tonight, I have two things to celebrate.

  I look at the beautiful angel next to me. Make that three.

  My life is finally starting to actually go in the right direction. Problem was, I never even knew how far off it was before I met Daphne.

  Alicia

  We are on top of the world, the greatest city in the world at our feet. Standing there with Derrick by my side, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

  “What are we celebrating, baby?” I ask him.

  He smirks that infuriatingly cute smirk at me. “Complete freedom, love,” he says.

  He comes closer and I breathe in deeply, smelling his body. “No more legal troubles to worry about. No more entanglements with the law.”

  I give him a wicked grin and I can’t resist it. I kiss him and say with a smile, “No more deportation?”

  He’s become much more serious and he shakes his head and tells me with pride, “And a trade deal that's almost ready for signature.”

  I can’t believe this is the same man.

  “Well then I guess we should celebrate,” I whisper on his lips. I can already feel that tree trunk of a dick pressing through his pants, begging to be freed.

  “Why do you think I booked the entire floor?” His eyebrow raises as he speaks.

  “Are you gonna sex me all over New York City?” I begin tugging at his tie as the smirk on his handsome face spreads into an all out grin.

  “I was planning to fuck you all over the world… If that would be okay with you, Ms. Apple?” He teases and my heart sinks just a little.

  There are times when I completely forget the deceit, or elephant, in our relationship, and others when it’s just so obvious or unavoidable. This is one of the times it sneaks up on me in a perfect moment, ruining everything. I don’t want to lie to him, and yes I understand I can just tell him the truth so don’t even say it.

  Of course I want to tell him everything. Of course I do! But will he still love me? I know he thinks he’s in love with Alicia, so that shouldn’t make a difference, right? But what about when he finds out the only two women he’s ever loved have both lied to him and deceived him, even worked with his enemy? Will he still feel the same then?

  “Come here,” he pulls me arm, jolting me from my thoughts.

  There’s a small private room in the back corner, the outer wall is made of glass overlooking the city, but to the cooks and servers on the top floor, we’re invisible.

  “I love you, Daphne,” the words just roll off his tongue now. I can’t even count how many times he’s said it, but it never depreciates in value, every time I hear it my heart skips a beat and I wonder how I could be so lucky to be loved by a man so special.

  “I love you, Derrick,” I rise on the balls of my feet to kiss him after my declaration, and we share a long passionate kiss, sliding our tongues slowly against each other, until our lust grows unbearable. As always, Derrick grips my neck, twisting and turning me to his will, dominating me with his masterful mouth.

  “I really wanted to make love to you at home,” he groans, ripping my blouse open.

  “We can still do that,” I seductively remind him. It’s a rare day when we only have sex once, so I don’t really understand his feigned apprehension.

  Running my fingers down his pants, tracing his hard length, he freezes as he always does the second the second I touch him there. Those beautiful blue eyes hidden as he closes them and bites his bottom lip. Slowly, I unbutton his pants after unbuckling his belt. I can see his abdomen muscles flexing through his thin white button down shirt. He knows what I want, and he’s eager to get what’s coming to him.

  Settling onto a seat, I pull him toward me, so his pelvis is right at my mouth level. He can’t hide the smirk as he prepares to feel my wet tongue lapping along that monstrous cock.

  “Why are you torturing me?” He asks while running his hand through my hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes. Regardless of what I’m doing, whenever I look at him its always there, that look of pure love and desire in his gaze. I’ve been in relationships before, even thought I’d loved other men, but nothing like this. Our connection is electric and all encompassing. We’re inseparable and constantly seeking to please each other.

  “Ever heard of delayed gratification?” I tease him further, while slowly unzipping his pants. When I pull his boxers down, his cock flies out and I catch it with both hands. Derrick is already tilting his hips forward, desperate for the warmth of my mouth.

  “Are you eager for something?” I scrunch my nose in confusion.

  “Suck it, love,” he pleads and I decide he’s head enough teasing.

  Running the flat of my tongue across the head of his pre-cum glistened manhood, I hear the breath escape him. Glancing up, his head has already fallen back before I’ve even traced the thick vein to the root of his cock. Twisting my head as I lap all eleven inches with my saliva, I can feel his pulse through his member, he’s throbbing already.

  Taking him into my mouth is not just for him, I love sucking Derrick off. It’s the most power I get in our sex, which he usually dominates. Don’t get me wrong, he finds a way to control this too, but not as much as the other things we do. He’s a bit of my slave when I’m sucking him off, completely at my will and he’s never as desperate or needy. I small part of me likes him that way. He’s at my complete disposal, and I always seize the moment.

  This isn’t even accounting for how good he tastes. There’s always a small sampling of cum when I first push him to the back my throat, while the shaft of his cock tastes more of his regular flavor – a blend of body wash, sweat, and another component that can only be described as Derrick.

  I know what you’re thinking, I can see it on your face. You’re wondering why I keep taking things further with him, keep letting myself fall further in love, when I haven’t yet told him the truth. I’m going to have to guess you’ve never seen an eleven inch cock, because it has a way of stealing your thoughts and distracting you at all times. I’m not trying to brag, and I don’t want you to feel bad, but listen, it’s hard to explain. I’m addicted to him and can’t find my reasoning or critical thinking skills whenever I’m around him. Besides, right now I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, so don’t disrupt me with guilty thoughts again.

  Derrick’ member hardens even further against my tongue, I love that part. It’s like I turn him on more and more until he can no longer take it, and he just explodes wherever he is. It doesn’t matt
er, I’ve had his spunk all over my body. He cums in quarts so I’ve pretty much bathed in it.

  “Ungh!” He grunts when I begin jacking his base with both of my hands, swiveling in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper. As much of him as I can take is shoved down my throat, my head bobbing and swiveling while my hands work overtime.

  “Fuck!” He bites out and I know he’s close. Derrick tries to fight back his orgasm every time, but I know it only makes it more intense so I don’t complain.

  My jaws are sore from the stretching, but I can’t let that bother me when he’s so close to release. My hands and mouth begin working overtime, my pace rapid as the salty taste of his cum first shoots in short squirts while he grunts and grips my hair. He’s really going to make me work for this one, but I know I’ll be rewarded, so I keep going. Reaching my hand behind his cock, I grab his heavy balls and massage them roughly, squeezing them as I keep jacking him with one hand and bobbing my head on his tip.

  “Oh fuck, love!” He growls and I know he likes it. I keep this up for a few more moments, as he spreads his legs wider so I can really grip his balls.

  “Do the two hands, baby,” he grunts, his hand on the back of my head as his hips thrust forward, seeking more of my mouth. He loves when I twist him like a pepper grinder, so I jack him hard this way while looking up at him.

  Derrick gets some sort of kick out of watching his cock go in and out of my mouth, but when I look at him while doing it, it takes him to a whole different level.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” he bites out, as I stare up at him with watery eyes, from my gag reflex as he jams into the back of my throat.

  “Mmmm,” I hum while holding his tip at the back of my throat and he loses it from the vibration. Thick, creamy cum shoots out of his cock and I immediately cup his balls, massaging every drop out. His eyes are closed in pleasure while his hips continue to slowly surge forward, and his member spasms in my mouth.

  When he finally opens his eyes, I keep my gaze trained on him before gulping his spunk down, which always turns him on.

  Before I ever had sex I thought that after a man came his manhood would go limp, but not with Derrick. Even after cumming hard like he just did, he’s still standing tall, ready for more.

  “get up,” he orders and I do as I’m told. Before I know what’s happening, he’s bent me over the dining table, tapping my high heel with his foot to spread my legs. Running his fingers down my legs, he places long, wet kisses up my legs until reaching my ass, where he bites me roughly before soothing the pain with his tongue. The sensation is incredible, the sharp pain followed by the sensual massage with his mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans after sliding my panties down my legs.

  “You love sucking my cock,” he chuckles, and he’s right. It turns me on just as much as it does him. Well, maybe not just as much, but I get very wet every time I’m sucking him off.

  Moving his tongue in circles at my opening, he teases me as I did to him. It’s not as fun on this side of the game.

  “Please,” I beg, my pussy clenching in anticipation of the friction.

  Derrick pays me no mind, choosing instead to focus on my engorged clitoris, twirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before gently sucking, which sends me into a fit of moans. Sliding two fingers inside my sex, he begins to move them in and out as he sucks my clit in and out of his mouth at the same rhythm.

  My God, it feels amazing. My breasts are flat against the dining table, but I can feel the sensations in my nipples. Hell, I feel it everywhere! From my feet to my earlobes, this man just turns me into a wanton sex machine, craving my next orgasm at all times.

  “Yes!” I moan, shoving my ass towards him, desperate for more, faster, harder pressure.

  Derrick speeds the pace of his fingers and mouth, my body building rapidly from his movements. By now I know every sign, the climax always starts in my belly, a feeling of worry and anticipation that something big is happening. Then it rises, and my abdomen muscles tense as my body braces for the impending explosion.

  “Ahhhh!” I cry as the emotions pour out of me, my climax now forcing the lips of my sex to clench down on Derrick’ fingers, but they’re not what I want.

  I feel him standing behind me, and before I’ve even finished the stages of my release, his cock is filling me to perfection.

  “Yes, baby!” I yell as he surges deep inside me, my hands knocking all the dinnerware from the table as I grip the table cloth for leverage.

  “I know what you want, love,” Derrick groans, his thighs slapping into my ass with every collision.

  My body is in sensual overload, still experiencing aftershocks from my first orgasm as another begins to build in my belly.

  “Is everything okay, Sire?” There’s a call from the door after a brisk knock.

  “Don’t stop, baby!” I beg, not wanting to this amazing blend of pleasure and pain to be over.

  “Go away!” He yells over his shoulder, and it seems the servant gets the message.

  “I’ll never stop fucking you,” He growls, bending over so that his hard chest is flush against my back.

  “This is mine, Daphne. This pussy is mine,” he growls in my ears.

  “Yes!” I call out, my orgasm growing rapidly. I’d agree to just about anything under these conditions. He’s back in control and I’m his slave now.

  “Tell me it’s mine,” he grunts, grabbing a fistful of my hair so my head is pulled back.

  “It’s yours!” I yell, his hand in the small of my back, pressing hard so that my back is arched beyond belief.

  “Ahhh!” I call out. His cock is stretching me to my max, and his pace is off the charts as he slams into me over and over, my breathing completely out of whack.

  “Tell me!” He hollers before slapping my left cheek harshly.

  “It’s yours, Derrick! I’m yours!” I scream, my body surging backwards to meet him at every thrust, hungry for more of him as I chase my next orgasm.

  The worry has appeared in my stomach, my body knows another climax is coming, and it feels like this one will be even more intense.

  Gripping onto the edge of the table, I launch the lower half of my body backwards, bucking like a wild animal for more of him.

  “Fucking hell!” he yells as he slams into me, releasing my hair to hold onto my hips with both hands.

  Pulling me like a rag doll, he slides me on and off his rod as I hold onto the table for dear life.

  “You’re gonna cum with me,” he instructs but I’m lost in a chorus of moans.

  “Do you hear me, love? Don’t you fucking cum!” He hollers and I’m utterly confused because I don’t know how the hell he expects me to stop the explosion from happening.

  “Hold it!” He yells as if reading my mind.

  “Ahhh! I can’t!” I moan, my body on the brink of climaxing at any second.

  “Fuck!” He bites out before increasing his pace even further, ramming my front vaginal wall just the way I like it, over and over, again and again. I’m lost in ecstasy as I fight to hold back the release. Now I see why Derrick does this every time, the sensation as I fight to remain in control is almost as pleasurable as when I finally let go.

  “Just like this, baby!” He yells, his hips now rocking crazily, I know he’s close.

  “Derrick!” I cry his name out in pleasure, this is the best feeling in the world.

  “You feel fucking amazing, baby!” He groans, gripping my hips even tighter as his release builds.

  “Oh fuck!” I plead, losing control of my vibrations.

  “Almost!” He bites out the word, his cock slamming into me so fast my moans are inaudible.

  “Derrick!” I cry as the pleasure becomes unbearable. I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Now!” He yells, but I’ve already begun to descend into a spiral of intense ecstasy, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rattles me to my core.

  “I’m cumming for you, Daphne,” he g
roans just before he begins to spasm inside me, shooting another load of that creamy spunk.

  “Ohhh,” I sigh, as my legs buckle beneath me, but Derrick holds me up, his pelvis still rocking forward as he empties out.

  “Milk me, love,” he begs and I clench my pussy to squeeze his tip as he groans in delight.

  “Give it all to me, baby,” I say over my shoulder looking back at him as he’s lost in his own orgasmic high.

  “Oh fuck!” He growls when his hips finally stop, his climax.

  Together we sink to the floor panting as I fall into Derrick lap and he wraps his arms around me. There are broken plates and cups just feet from us on the other side of the table.

  “You got a little aggressive with the dinnerware,” he teases and we both laugh in unison before kissing deeply.

  “You make me very happy,” I say while staring into his eyes and if I’m not mistaken the Prince actually blushes a little.

  “You are my happiness, Daphne,” he begins before kissing me softly and continuing. “I didn’t know what happiness was until I saw you.”

  “I love you,” is all I can manage after something so sweet.

  “I love you too,” he says before kissing me passionately.

  “Now, should we redress and actually have dinner?” He jokes.

  “Were we really having dinner? I thought this was the entire plan,” I giggle while standing, my legs still a bit unsteady.

  “No, I’m just the appetizer, love” he assures me as he follows me to his feet and we help each other dress.

  To my surprise, the waiting staff don’t make mention of the disturbance, or the broken dishes. Derrick has arranged for a seven-course meal to be served for us, and we hold hands and kiss throughout the entire meal as the sun descends before us, covering the city in darkness. New York is one of the incredible places in the world that can get even more beautiful at night when the city lights up right before your eyes.

  Taking in that view with Derrick is the most romantic moment of my life. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I’ve just had a mind shattering orgasm only minutes prior. We’re like two teenagers on a date, unable to keep our hands, lips, or feet off of each other, but somehow we make it through the dinner, which was absolutely delicious, before returning home together. That’s right, I call Derrick’ home my home now, and I’ve got no shame about it. And just as I promised him, he gets his opportunity to make sweet, slow, passionate love to me all night, well into the morning actually. This is definitely a celebration for the ages, one neither of us will soon forget.