His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The alpha jerks, arms reflexively tightening around my curvy frame as I pant desperately into his ear.

  “Please Daddy,” comes my plea. “Please Daddy, don’t be mad. I would have told you that I was a virgin, but you would never believe me,” I entreat.

  And with a massive inhale and a roar, Daddy seizes my lips in a ferocious kiss, pulling me forwards so that I’m completely seated on his dick. Oh god, my pussy feels so full, like it’s being split in two by that monster cock and I squirm again. Mewling and crying, I kiss him back, the intimacy intense.

  “Please Daddy,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop. Take my pussy, it’s yours.”

  And with that, Rob begins a slow slide. He’s gentle at first, not wanting to brutalize my tender flesh, and we both look down, panting heavily, watching that massive pole disappear again and again into my steaming twat.

  But it feels too good. His balls are high and tight, big chest shaking and he begins to fuck me harder, that pole reaching further and further inside, stroking my inner walls.

  “I’m so sorry, baby girl,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re just so fucking juicy, Daddy can’t be gentle this time.”

  I lean forwards, kissing him again.

  “It’s okay, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips, loving the grind in my cunt. “Use my body. Use my body for your pleasure.”

  And Robert loses it then. His hard muscles are like a machine, pummeling me, fucking into my vag with a pistoning motion, ravaging my sweet flesh. I cry out, eyes falling closed, boobs bobbling as I’m reamed down below. It feels so good, so absolutely good, and suddenly the impossible happens.

  Robert explodes. With a deep roar, that big shaft jerks in my cunt before spurting wetly, lash after lash of hot juices coating my insides.

  “Fuck!” he roars. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And oh god, but I’m lost too. Because the feeling of a man’s hot juices overflowing my interior pushes me over the edge and suddenly my cunt’s clamping and spasming hard, so fast and furious that I almost pass out.

  “Daddy!” I scream. “Daddy, Daddy!”

  And Robert responds. As my pussy milks that dick, pulling all the sperm from his balls, he roars again, holding me close, pushing me deeper onto that thick shaft. I scream with pleasure, vag contracting, sucking his jism deep inside, one hundred percent fucked.

  “Yes!” comes my squeal. “Yes, yes!”

  And with that, we both explode again, bodies shaking and trembling, my insides dissolving into tremors. Our interlocked frames fall onto the bed, heaving wetly, boobs glued to his chest, his hot pole embedded deep in my sweet snatch. Oh god, there’s cum leaking out around where our bodies meet, I can feel the hot trickle down my thigh. I moan before blinking hard then.

  Because what just happened? Did I really just fuck my captor? Did I really just let my kidnapper push his dick into my most private space? Even worse, did I really beg him for it, holding my pussy open and baiting him?

  Shame courses over me, breasts going hot, and Robert can feel it, he’s so attuned to my every move. Because he pulls his chest away to seize my eyes once more with that penetrating blue gaze.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he grunts, dipping his head to catch a pink nipple in his mouth. I cry out, unconsciously pushing more of my juicy breast into that wet heat.

  “Absolutely fucking gorgeous,” he mutters again, before biting my nipple. And then the alpha does something so disgusting, so nasty, that the heat ratchets once more. He pulls wetly from my snatch, and we both stare as that thick dick reappears, shiny and hard.

  “You ready baby girl?” he rumbles, eyes fixed on my mouth. “You ready for your first BJ lesson?”

  My eyes fly open. Oh god, really? His cock is completely covered in our mixed juices, oozing wetly with a mixture pussy cream and hot jism. But inside, I go soft and loose once more, so hungry for anything he’ll give. And before I realize it, the words slip out.

  “Yes Daddy,” I murmur obediently. “Yes please.”

  Robert’s eyes flash knowingly, a growl escaping his chest.

  “Good girl,” he rasps. “Because you’re Daddy’s girl now. You belong to me.”

  I nod, my body open, everything available for him at any time, at any moment.

  “Yes Daddy,” I murmur again. “I’m Daddy’s girl. I belong to you,” repeats my soft voice.

  And inside, my heart flows with warmth. Because our situation’s changed. Somehow the hot session, the kisses, and words have turned everything upside down. Before, I was the captive, locked in a room with no place to go, completely at Robert’s mercy.

  But now, things have changed. Now I’m Daddy’s girl, and it’s a different kind of bondage, one that’s sweet, sensual and so fucking dirty. I’m not sure what’s gonna happen next, but in a way it doesn’t matter. Because as Daddy’s sweet thing, I’m going to learn and explore … all at my captor’s knee.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Anna

  Life is blissful. I never thought I’d say it as a prisoner, but what prisoner has a prison like this? Because Robert and I have settled into a pattern now, and it’s amazing.

  I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, after he took my virginity. So I got up in the morning, pussy aching and stumbled downstairs for coffee. Robert was nowhere in sight and I crept back up to my room, wondering what was next.

  But I didn’t see him the entire day. He wasn’t around the cabin, and I didn’t hear the click-clacking of his typewriter. So trying to amuse myself, I paged through a couple books, unable to see the words. Finally, I got up and cooked a gourmet meal, just for the hell of it. Maybe Robert would appear from nowhere, lured by the appetizing smells.

  But he never showed, so giving up, I got into bed. Where was my captor? Where was that devastatingly dark, handsome man? Had he left me to fend in the woods by myself? Was he ever coming back?

  But like the night before, I was roused from sleep with a bang, and it was Robert at the door again, that dark form looming.

  “What?” I sat up immediately, senses on high. “No!”

  But he was on me already, big body pinning me to the bed.

  “You want it,” he rasped harshly against my throat, before bending to nuzzle a lush breast. “You want it, little slut.”

  And I didn’t even put up a defense this time. How could I, when my body was already singing another tune? My nipples hardened under his mouth, thighs spreading, pussy gushing wetly, and Robert grinned nastily against my flesh.

  “Oh yeah, this slutty cunt wants it, don’t you?”

  But despite his nasty words, his touch was gentle. Because one big hand reached between my thighs and teasingly stroked my clit, making me moan with pleasure.

  “Oh god,” I panted. “Oh god, oh god.”

  My pussy literally gushed then, filling his palm with cream, and the alpha smiled knowingly, sensuously rubbing the bottom of my clit with the tip of his dick this time. Wet semen coated the hard nub, the mix of our juices making everything shiny and wet.

  “Aw yeah, Daddy’s pretty baby wants it,” he ground out. “And baby’s getting fucked tonight.”

  I dissolved then, jolts of lightning running from my clit to my nipples, my entire frame dissolving into a sensuous haze of pleasure. I’d never felt a man before and it was like getting on the wildest rollercoaster, unable to stop, going into freefall.

  “Yes, put it in me Daddy,” I breathed, entire frame quivering. “Put it in please.”

  And the alpha didn’t wait. He was too aroused, that massive pole already leaking heavily from the tip, so much that a pool formed on my bedspread. I creamed again hotly, just from the sight, and spread my legs, beckoning to him, displaying my pink, gleaming target.

  “Aw, fuck yeah,” he growled. “Fuck this shit.”

  And he fed me his dick then, the two of us watching together as that huge pole disappeared into my juicy insides, the wet flesh swallowing him whole. I screamed, throwing my head back, loving the deep push, pussy spre
ading to accommodate that giant girth.

  “Oh god Daddy!” I gasped. “You’re so big!”

  Robert merely grunted in reply, eyes still blazing.

  “Steady baby girl,” he rumbled, holding my hips still as he guided that fuckshaft inside. “Steady, there she goes.”

  And finally, he was seated deep. Oh god, it was so intense. The club in my snatch was so huge that I felt split in two, unable to budge.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders, boobs bobbling between us. “Unnnh.”

  “Fuck yeah, that twat is fucked so good,” the alpha ground out, reaching one hand between us to stroke a nipple. “Fuck yeah.”

  And oh god, but the sweet slide began then. Robert lifted me by the waist, and I moaned deliciously as that stiff shaft pulled out, dragging against my interior channel. And then he seated me once more, pushing back in, even deeper this time. I was sure that giant cock would pop out of my throat, his dick was so long and hard, owning my all.

  But Robert wasn’t done yet.

  “You ready to ride baby girl?” he asked. “You ready to ride Daddy?”

  My eyes flew open. What did he mean? My captor merely grinned.

  “What, you think I’m gonna do all the work all the time? Naw, honey. I want to see this sweet frame bouncing and jouncing on top of me while you cream on my joystick. I wanna see these huge tits bobbling like apples as you pleasure yourself on my thick fuckshaft.”

  My ears burned from hearing the filthy words, but at the same time, I wanted it too. Because this is where I belong. I belong to Robert and my body is his to use, in whichever way, shape or form.

  So obediently, I stretched backwards tentatively, while arching my spine, moaning softly as that dick slid out a little.

  “Unnnh,” came my soft cry. “Oh god.”

  “Yeah, that’s it baby,” was Robert’s rough growl from underneath me. “Ride it, make yourself feel good.”

  And my first few movements were awkward for sure. I lifted myself experimentally, letting that huge penis slide out, before descending once more, swallowing it whole again. His dick jerked in me, the friction incredible despite my pussy lube dripping everywhere.

  “That’s it,” he panted. “Fuck my dick. Do it, do it.”

  And slowly, I raised myself again before dropping, taking my time, loving the slide. But it was too intense, too incredible, jolts running through my frame, and soon I was bouncing up and down on his fuckpole like a madwoman, fucking him just as hard as he fucked me.

  “Unnh unnh unnh!” I cried out, curls flying, boobs bobbling wildly. “Unnh!”

  “That’s right,” Robert panted beneath me, breathing labored, blue eyes fixed on my sweet curves as I jolted up and down. “That’s right, giddyup cowgirl.”

  And he did something next that surprised the shit out of me. Because reaching one big hand up, the big man slapped my tits then, the sting in my nipples making my eyes fly open, a shriek coming out.

  “Ow!” I cried. “Ouch!”

  But it felt so good. It felt so amazing, the way he slapped my nips in rhythm with the hard fucks below, the way he was so relentless, working my pussy and breasts at once.

  “That’s right, slutty baby. Because not only is your twat dirty, but these gazongas are fucking filthy as well. And Daddy’s gonna punish you.”

  My pussy creamed at the words. Oh god, oh god. Punishment? At Robert’s hands? Yes PLEASE.

  I screamed then, unable to hold back. Because I’m a newbie, this is the first and only dick I’ve ever tasted, and it was just too good, my senses going into overdrive. Sparks showered before my eyes as my cunt seized, juicing heavily, clamping rhythmically on his dick.

  “Unnh, DADDYYYYYY!” I shrieked, milking him with my pussy. “DADDYYYYY!”

  Robert wasn’t immune either because with a low growl he released then, that dick jerking in my twat as he pumped.

  “Aww FUCK!” the big man roared. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Gallons of man milk filled me, the jizz hot and bubbly, spraying my insides. I convulsed more, inner walls spasming around him, drawing that virile semen deeper within, savoring the sticky semen.

  “Aww fuck yeah,” he ground out, chest tense, balls still pumping. “Shit, honey, you’re so fucking tight.”

  I mewled again, unable to answer with words. Because it’d been incredible. I’d never been so fucked, and collapsing on his broad chest, I merely gasped and panted, body wrung out from spasms, a sheen of sweat on my limbs.

  “Ohhh,” came my incoherent reply. “Oh yes.”

  And I felt, rather than saw, Robert grin above my head. His chest muscles flexed, and the alpha stroked my back softly, one big hand smoothing down the S-shape of my spine. But he wasn’t done yet. Because slowly, he pulled out.

  I lurched back, surprised. Didn’t he want to savor the warm glow, the aftermath of our love? Didn’t he want to stay in my hot cavern a little while longer? My eyes were shocked, questioning him, even as sperm trickled from my private place, leaving a trail on one meaty thigh.

  Robert watched, eyes riveted to that dirty sight. And then he lifted his eyes, the blue gleaming once more.

  “Baby likes it don’t you?” he rasped silkily. “Baby likes Daddy’s sperm.”

  I was still for a moment. How to reply? But I couldn’t lie, I’d already given it all up, begging him to fuck me. So instead, I cupped a hand to my pussy, trying to keep his semen in, even pushing it back up my interior channel.

  “I do love it Daddy,” I mewled in a soft voice. “I do.”

  And the grin on my captor’s face was knowing yet so dirty.

  “Good,” he growled. “Because I want my sweet thing to drink it. You ready to get your daily dose of nutrition, sweetheart? You ready to drink some of Daddy’s good stuff?”

  Immediately my pussy clenched. Of course I wanted it. Robert had taught me the basics of BJ last night, and staring at that hot pole coated with fluids, I wanted to lick it right off him.

  “Yes Daddy, feed me,” I mewled. “Yes.”

  Instinctively, I leaned forward to catch that hot pole in my mouth, tongue already out to taste, to run wetly along a pulsing vein. But Robert pushed me backwards and I landed backward with a thump, looking up at him with questioning eyes.

  “Daddy doesn’t want this?” I breathed. “Daddy doesn’t want this?” I repeated, opening my lips into an enticing “O.”

  Robert was frozen for a second, the plush pink pout so sensuous and dirty. But shaking himself, he jerked back to the present and instead, pushed my head downwards towards the bedspread.

  “I appreciate it, baby girl,” he growled. “But Daddy wants you to lick this pool right now. Drink up, sweetheart, and then we’ll talk.”

  I cried out because yes, Robert had just guided my face towards a wet puddle of spunk on the coverlet. He’d spewed so much that we’d gotten juices all over the bed, and now he wanted me to lick his semen. He wanted me to lap up his sperm from the duvet like I was a kitten lapping up milk.

  “That’s right,” he growled, sensing my hesitation. “Do it, baby. Do it before Daddy gets angry.”

  And inhaling deeply, I went for it. This was so wrong, so absolutely wrong on many levels. Because I was a slave, bending over this way and that, doing whatever the alpha commanded. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted his baby batter, I wanted to taste his DNA on my tongue, and if this was how it came, then this was how I was gonna take it.

  So I extended my small tongue and tentatively dipped it into the wetness. Oh god, it tasted good. Even this small sip was salty and pungent, a feast for the senses, and I dipped my head lower this time, taking another lick at that man jism. Oh god, yes. It was right to be doing this, I craved his sperm with an inner hunger that was so needy and lusty, that soon I was on my hands and knees, big butt high in the air, lapping at the dirty mess on the coverlet.

  The sight must have been amazing because Robert growled from behind me, chest and abs tight, fisting that huge fuckpole as he
watched.

  “That’s my slutty baby,” he ground out. “That’s my slutty little girl.”

  And then he answered my silent entreaty, the pleading look in my eyes. The big man knelt in back of me, lining his dicktip up with my slit as I ate from the bedspread. That glans nudged my pussy lips, already swollen with desire, and then with a quick thrust of his hips, he was in.

  “Unnnh!” I shrieked, little body jerking with the hard push, impaled on that giant shaft once more. “Oh god!”

  But Robert didn’t lose a moment. Immediately that big hand was on the back of my head, pushing me downwards once more.

  “Drink baby girl. Drink while Daddy fucks you hard, animal style.”

  And it was so disgusting. Because I obeyed, head down, ass up, lapping at the wet coverlet, savoring Robert’s sperm as he owned me from behind. Oh yeah, that thick dick sawed in and out, sliding slickly against my wet folds as I tasted his sperm from the front, gulping down the good stuff.

  “Aw fuck,” my captor panted in back of me, big hands gripping my waist as that thick dick pummeled away. “Aw SHIT!”

  And just like that, it happened again. His cock jerked mightily before spurting in a waterfall, spraying my insides with virile spunk. I screamed then, my entire face pressed into the pool of jism, as more male white coated my insides, pussy sucking it deep.

  “Mwmwmwmff!” came my muffled shriek into the bedspread. “Mwwwf!”

  Because this was so wrong. He was my captor. Robert was a heartless bastard who’d kidnapped me, when all along I was the wrong girl. And yet now, I was letting him fuck me? Not only that, but I was obeying his every command, engaging in all these depraved and nasty acts? What’s happened?

  But that’s the thing. I can’t resist, Robert’s everything I’ve ever dreamed about. Commanding and dominant, those blue eyes seize my soul, and his words make me feel tingly and hot inside, not to mention that dick. That fat cock has me salivating for more, begging him, pleading with the enemy for a taste.

  So I should be ashamed. I should be humiliated, doing all these dirty acts on command, letting him use my body any way he wants. But instead, I’m loving it. I’m letting the alpha take … and the problem is that I just want more.