Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  Yeah, judging by how hard he is, there’s no way we’re going to survive the drive home. I almost regret leaving the office, but then I remember something very important.

  "You know, the back of the limo is soundproof," I whisper, taking my hand straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around his hard cock, I give it one hard squeeze. "Do you think you can wait till we’re in the limo?"

  "That depends… Can you wait?" he shoots right back at me, his cock throbbing hard against my fingers.

  "I’ll have to, won’t I? But don’t worry… Once we’re there, I’m going to take real good care of you," I continue, moving my hand back and forth and stroking him over the fabric of his pants.

  "Yeah? And how are you going to do that?" he asks me defiantly, and my first response is to press so hard on his cock that he groans.

  "Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?" I purr, massaging both his cock and balls as the numbers on the electronic panel mounted overhead crawl downwards, signaling that we’re already in the middle of the building. "Maybe I’ll stroke you hard… Or maybe I’ll use my tight little mouth, wrap my lips around your cock, and suck on it until you cum. How does that sound?"

  "That… that sounds good," he replies, breathing faster now.

  "Or maybe I’ll let you cum inside my pussy… Or inside my ass. God knows I enjoy all these things," I continue once again tightening my grip on his cock so hard that he can’t help but groan.

  "You’re driving me fucking insane, Clarise. I might have to fuck you right now," he threatens me, the tone of his voice letting me know that he isn’t joking. Yeah, if I keep teasing him like this, he might push me against the wall and fuck me like a champion, and I think that even if a swarm of people stepping inside the elevator as we fucked, he wouldn’t stop. He’d just keep going at it, fucking me relentlessly.

  "I can see that," I laugh, finally letting go of his cock and taking one step back. As much as I want him to do it, we can’t risk going at it in here. What kind of image would it give to my soon-to-be employees? Soon enough I’d have to adopt a you-can-fuck-in-the-elevators policy. Somehow, I doubt that would help me turn into the Boss of the Year. But, then again, it might not be such a bad measure.

  "Thank God," Connor breathes out as the elevator doors slide open, their ding signaling that we’ve finally arrived at the ground floor. Grabbing me by the hand, he drags me out to the hallway, and we start walking fast toward the exit.

  I can already see the black limo parked out front, our driver waiting for us like a statue, ready to open the door at a moment’s notice. The moment he sees us walking through the glass doors of the building, he fulfills his purpose and opens the door with a nod.

  "Thank you," Connor and I say at the same time, and then we take our seats inside the limo as if we don't have a single minute to waste. The moment the driver closes the door, it feels as if I’ve stepped into a whole new dimension, one where everything goes, and by everything, I mean fuck-until-you-drop.

  "Finally," Connor exhales, turning on his seat to face me. "Now, what about that confession you wanted to make?"

  "Well," I start, grabbing the hem of my dress and lifting it up slightly, showing him the drenched fabric of my dress. "I’ve been hiding this for ages," I tell him, rubbing the palm of my hand over the wetness between my thighs. "I was so wet that I was losing my sanity… I was a breath away from asking you to fuck me in front of the whole boardroom."

  "And why didn’t you?"

  "Now that I think of it, I should’ve," I laugh, inching closer to him and resting one hand on his knee. I slide my fingers toward his inner thigh, my heart tightening up as I realize that this time there’ll be no breaks for our lust. Oh, no, we’re going full-throttle this time. There’s no employees to interrupt us, calls to take, or memos to read… No, right now it’s just me and him.

  And that sounds like the most perfect thing in the world, doesn’t it?

  "I love you, Connor… You’re everything to me," I breathe out as I lean in to kiss him, small electric sparks making my body heat up.

  "I love you…" he whispers back at me with a smile. And, this time, it’s a genuine one: there’s no sadness hiding behind his lips and eyes.

  Just pure happiness.

  Clarise

  As soon as the limo starts rolling down the New York streets, it’s on. I feel the purr of the engine, and that’s enough to drown out all thoughts; right now, I’m working on instinct alone.

  My heart races, my breathing becomes heavier, and my mind spins. I feel a strong urge taking hold of me and I know, at last, how it feels to be dominated by overwhelming passion. I've never been a big believer in love and all that, but now… Ah, now I’m a believer.

  God, being with Connor was so impossibly good, but now that we’ve opened up to each other about how we feel, now that there are no more roadblocks in our way… Ah, feeling this good should be illegal!

  Leaning into me, Connor presses his lips on mine and seals that thought. I allow my hands to fall around his waist and pull him to me. My lips dance with his and all that I can feel is a mad desire bursting inside of me. With his hands on my back, he breaks the kiss to plant his lips on my neck. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, sighing. Small waves of pleasure roam through my body, fresh and effervescent sensations filling all my senses.

  I want him, I need him.

  How many men have kissed me before? Only his kiss makes me feel this way, uncontrollable and at the mercy of desire. If I knew that I’d be crossing paths with Connor, you can believe me when I say that I’d have remained a virgin. Why waste my time with someone sub-par?

  I feel my pussy growing wet (well, wetter), a hot and voracious burning feeling between my legs, a craving for more, much more pleasure. Without waiting a second more, his hands slip from my back to my waist and, in an instant, he plants his hand between my legs, pressing hard against my pussy. I moan, biting my lower lip almost unconsciously; for the first time in my life I’m with a man who I know will never leave my side, and I’m being guided by something more natural and wild than everything I’ve ever known.

  I put my hand on his neck and pull his face close to mine; I look into his eyes, feeling his heavy breathing on my face, and finally pull him in and kiss him. It’s a kiss of madness and delight, a fierce and uncontrolled union of lips. I lace my fingers through his hair and bite his lip lightly as his fingers land on the hemline of my dress. Predicting his intentions, a giant tidal wave of anticipation washes over me and I shudder. He doesn’t wait for me to give him the go ahead and simply slides his hand under the fabric; I lean against the seat, and there, in the numb silence of the limo, I let him slide his hand up my inner thigh and straight toward my thong, my pussy so wet I’m seconds away from having my fluids dripping down my thighs.

  "I love you..." I whisper in his ear, the words coming out of my lips like an old song that brings you back to those happy and forgotten moments of so long ago. "I love you so much...."

  He pauses, and for a long second, all he does is look me in the eyes, his lips a thin line of serious contemplation.

  "I love you too … never doubt it," he merely whispers as a reply, taking his hand off of my pussy and using it to hold my chin.

  I take a deep breath, grab him by his shirt and pull him toward me, pressing my lips against his tightly, savoring every moment, all the exquisite pleasure contained in the body of the most perfect man I’ve ever seen. Ah, if only I had discovered before how good it is to surrender like this! How have I managed to survive this far without experiencing someone like Connor before?

  He places both his hands on my chest and pushes me against the seat, my back hitting the leather. He kisses my neck again, lightly biting my skin while his hands slide down my chest, over my breasts and down to my waist, and... and as far as I want him to go, where I need to feel him. Slowly, his fingers bunch up the front of my dress and he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs; staring into my eyes, he presses there while
moving his hand in repetitive movements, caressing my pussy.

  Suddenly he drops down in front of me, resting his knees on the floor. I swallow hard, my heart bursting with anticipation. Oh, I need this right now… I really do. I want him to undress completely, right now, and I want his cock to ravage me without waiting another second.

  But first things first.

  I put my hands on his head and he, with his long fingers, lifts up my dress enough for my thong to reveal itself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabs it firmly and yanks it, sending it down my legs in a hurry.

  I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, unable to keep them open, as if pleasure is weighing my eyelids down. Then I feel something… Something that almost takes me to the exponent of maddening pleasure in a second... The touch of his lips on my pussy. A warm touch, a gentle touch, a sweet embrace of his mouth on me; and then his tongue, jabbing at my insides in a steady but kind motion.

  I never liked people who defined trivial acts of sex as magical and transcendent moments. After all, how could something as normal as the physical contact between two people be something magical? Sex is sex, nothing else. But now, with my pussy in the mouth of a man who snatched my heart, I realize I’ve always been lying to myself. His touch is magical to me, it’s transcendent, it’s all that I had never thought to exist. I wish for it to never end... I want to get lost in this moment forever.

  I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my pussy with the tip of his tongue, teasing me relentlessly. Then, he just attacks; he devours me in an insane way, not caring if I moan, scream, or what have you.

  "That’s so good..." I mutter, my fingers tangled in his hair. I’m grabbing it so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles are tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. Gritting my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, bouncing off the walls of the limo.

  My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clit. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I can’t help it; I throw my head back and scream at the top of my lungs.

  "My turn," I find myself saying as I pull his head back from my pussy. Grabbing him by the hands, I force him to sit next to me and then I take his position on the floor, kneeling between his spread legs.

  Reaching up, I grab him by the collar of his shirt, but I don’t even bother with unbuttoning it. No, I just pull it in opposite directions, making all the buttons pop out. If he can ruin my underwear, I have the right to ruin his shirts.

  The moment his abs come into sight, I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin. Opening his pants, I then grab his boxer briefs and pull them down in one single motion. Both his pants and boxer briefs go down to his knees, and his cock springs up, massive and inviting. My pussy burns hot at the sight of it and I lean in; I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmness spreading to my lips. I savor him, his flavor more than proof that I'm entering the Holy Temple of Pleasure

  With a slow motion my mouth goes forward, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness. My tongue draws circles around his cock, and I bob my head gently, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.

  I drag my fingernails across his hips then, hard enough to draw blood, the way his cock’s completely filling my mouth and driving me crazy. I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I grab his member, stroking it. Up and down my hands go, first gentle, then hard, hard, hard. I then grow wetter (as impossible as that may sound), imagining his cock inside of me. He pulls my hair, throwing my head back, and then grins at me.

  "Come here," he commands me, and then pulls me up so that I’m sitting next to him. His mouth goes to my neck then, savage kisses and dangerous bites finding their way through my skin.

  With a single yank he pulls my straps down my shoulders; growling like a wild animal, he pushes the dress down my body, leaving me only in my bra. Taking his hands straight to my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and takes it off as well, revealing my breasts. His lips come down on them like a hawk on its prey, engulfing on a hard rosy nipple. My fingers are on his back, fingernails digging deep into his skin.

  Delicious punishment for all the pleasure he’s giving me.

  While his tongue dances around one nipple, his fingers start caressing the other one. I no longer feel like a woman, but as a creature of myth, a nymph whose whole purpose is to seduce men like him and be fucked relentlessly.

  Taking his shirt off, he presses his chest against mine, our thighs close and burning.

  Please, please, please, my pussy seems to whisper. How I want him to --

  As if he can read my thoughts, he lays me down on the seat and follows after me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down so that its tip is pressed against my drenched folds. He holds it there for a long time, just staring into my eyes. Then, with a single motion he is inside of me.

  His cock fills me, a single dose of mind-numbing ecstasy running through my veins, blue electricity dulling my thoughts and strengthening my senses. It’s war inside of me; my thoughts burn and explode, and I cry out in pleasure.

  Heaven is real, I think as his hard cock slides between my pussy lips. I wrap my legs around his lower back, my body trying to devour his. I pant, I moan, I scream. As his cock dances inside of me, singing lust and desire, I suddenly realize that fucking with a man like Connor seems like what I was put on Earth for. And what a good purpose that is.

  I am drunk with sex, oblivious to reason and to the world.

  "Hard… As hard as you can," I whisper as I place my hands on his cheeks, feeling the perfect curve of his ass as I dig my fingers into it.

  "You asked for it," he merely says, and then he unleashes hell upon my body. His hips start moving fast, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at such a rhythm that fireworks start exploding behind my eyelids. Sometimes I wonder why I ask him to go this hard; I mean, this is almost too much for any woman… But I simply can’t help it, you know? In a way, the way he fucks is almost like a drug; you know it might destroy, but you feel irresistibly drawn to it.

  "Don’t --" I start to say, but he’s fucking me so fast that I don’t manage to finish my sentence. Flames of pleasure lap at my body, and I arch my back as I feel lightning shoot up my spine. My pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice, and every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming without rhyme or reason.

  By the time he slides his cock out of me, I’m already covered in sweat. Amazing, huh? I was just lying on my back, being ravaged by him, but he still managed to push me to the limit. Well, it doesn’t matter, because I want to keep on pushing past whatever limitations I might have.

  "We’re still far," I laugh, looking out the window as I sit up. "We still got time," I continue, pushing him down on the seat and climbing on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist.

  "Don’t you want to save your energy until we get inside your bedroom?" he asks me playfully, but I can tell that he’s worried if I can endure a sex marathon. Ah, he should know better by now.

  "What do you think?" I laugh, grabbing his cock and angling it so that its tip is against my drenched folds. "I can go all night long, Connor… And you better keep up," I throw at him, lowering myself in one sudden motion. His cock flies deep inside of me then, making my pussy feels as if it’s on fire.

  "That’s what I wanted to hear," he laughs right back at me, grabbing my ass cheeks and thrusting upward. Even though I should be the one riding him, he’s the one in control of the whole acti
on; he’s fucking me mercilessly, doing it in such a way that I doubt I’ll be able to walk in a straight line once the limo stops… But one problem at a time, right?

  Slowly, I start swaying my body as well, trying to match the rhythm of his thrust. Which, trust me, isn’t easy. He’s such a freak of nature that keeping up with him is almost a miracle. Thankfully, Connor used to be a holy man, and that means that miracles aren’t out of reach.

  Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and let instinct take over. Soon enough, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as fast as I can, and he still keeps thrusting as I do it. It should've been impossible for us to be doing it like this but, well, we’re doing it. After all we’ve been through, I guess that we might just go ahead and tear ‘impossible’ out of our vocabulary.

  "Keep going," he whispers at me, his voice reaching my ears as if it’s coming from the other side of the world. "Don’t stop, babe… Go all the way," he continues to say, spurring me on, and I do exactly what he’s telling me to do.

  I ride him so hard that the inevitable happens; another orgasm crashes against my body, and that so fast and hard that all of my bones seem to be rattling inside their frame.

  "Fuck…" I groan, realizing that I’ve already came God knows how many times, and we’re still a long way from home. I’m starting to have a few doubts; am I really going to survive a round two? Well, I can’t say for sure, but I sure as hell am willing to try. No guts, no glory.

  "You’re not giving up on me, are you?" Connor asks me and, even though I still have my eyes closed, I know that there’s a wild grin on his lips.

  "Never," I find myself saying.

  "Good," he replies in that same tone of voice. Pushing me off him, he then sits up; grabbing me by the waist, he makes me go on all fours and then kneels behind me. "Are you sure you’re good for more?" he asks me again, and this time there’s genuine concern in his voice. I must look like a ruin now, for him to be asking me the same thing twice. But I don’t even have to think twice about the answer I want to give him.