His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “I have a good job with Tomkins Construction,” I reiterated. “I’m doing well, and they like me. Everyone’s been kind and I’m not going to uproot myself and move, not even if it were to Buckingham Palace.”

  Robert looked ready to protest, but then his mouth snapped shut.

  “Okay,” he said calmly. “I’ll move out here then.”

  And that’s what happened. Robert rented a huge house near the lake, and we moved in with him after baby Connor was born. Connor is the cutest thing, just like his father with the same ink-black hair and devilish smile, the same ability to get what he wants.

  Because once I was safely ensconced in his home, Robert pulled out all the stops. He was kind, gentle, showering me with attention, always at the periphery of my vision.

  “Robert, stop,” I said exasperatedly. “You don’t have to do the laundry.”

  “I’m not,” he rumbled. “Just making sure you have enough panties for the week.”

  I blushed because back then, I wasn’t sleeping with him. I’d refused until after the baby was born, and at first, I thought the alpha male would be rabid with anger, pissed beyond belief. But he took it well, and each night, he kissed me chastely on the cheek, nothing more, before I disappeared into a separate bedroom.

  But the alpha male knows exactly what he’s doing because as those big fingers riffled through my lacey fripperies, my insides grew warm and wet. Oh god, what would it feel like to have those hands on me again? For those warm palms on my curves, touching between my legs, sampling the dew within?

  And a few weeks after that, I gave in. The hunger was too great. I’d given birth to my son by then, and my pussy was still a little sore, but I desperately needed Robert’s cock again. I desperately needed to feel a man within me, specifically this man who’d rocked my world and turned my life upside down.

  So here we are, settled into a pretty normal life. Well, as normal as it can be when you started out the way we did. Because safety is key for me, and we’ve developed a system to build trust. We do scary things together, but always stop whenever the other says. And in this case, the metal cage was waiting.

  Once inside, I turned in a circle slowly as Robert locked the door behind me.

  “Ready baby girl?” he grunted. “Ready?”

  I nodded slowly.

  “Good,” he rumbled. “Now bend over and show me that twat.”

  And slowly, I did as told. My lush form bent at the waist, boobs swinging pendulously, even bigger than before. Pregnancy has made me extra curvy, and Robert eats it up, he can’t get enough.

  As I bent, my ass cheeks spread slowly, revealing the slit within and Robert groaned throatily from outside, fisting his dick as it dripped to the floor.

  “That’s right pretty girl. Do it, show Daddy everything you’ve got.”

  And slowly, I bent over even more until I was gripping my ankles, moist slit pulsing under the lights.

  “Like this Daddy?” I whispered. “Like this?”

  Slowly, my hands caressed my legs, running up my thighs until I gripped a butt cheek in each hand. Moaning like a whore, I pulled apart the luscious flesh, giving him my all, showing him everything from drooling pussy to my rusty star at the top.

  “Like this?” I moaned again, making eye contact with the big man through my legs.

  And his eyes flared, that dick jerking as it spurted abruptly.

  “Aw fuck baby girl, you always do this to me. Back that ass up,” he ground out, cock so thick and full that the veins pulsed. I wanted it in me, but how? I was in the cage, and he was outside. How would we manage?

  But Robert’s got his ways, and as I moved backwards, ass pressed against the wire mesh, he moved forwards, gripping his dickhead in his hand.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, pinching the tip so he wouldn’t come. “Fuck, you’re gonna have wire imprints on that ass after I’m done.”

  Because he grabbed the shaft of his cock and slowly stroked it through my folds, getting it wet in female dew.

  “Ahhh!” I cried out, my head dropping, shivers of sensation coursing through my cunt. “Oh god!”

  “That’s right,” he growled. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you right through the cage. Back it up now, further, further,” he commanded.

  And I pressed myself fully against the wire mesh then so that my holes were right up against the edge. The alpha didn’t hesitate for a moment. He lined his dick up with my pussy and slowly began to push.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned heavily. Fuck, this was so wrong, it was like we were in some kind of fucked-up BDSM film. But trust Robert to take things to extremes because he didn’t let up for a second.

  “Shit, this pussy’s tight,” he gasped, sinking in further. “Fuck you gave birth to a ten-pound boy, but you’re still so damn small.”

  And that cock pushed in further then, splitting my cunt in two even as I screamed wildly, shivering as I was impaled. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Robert always does this to me.

  Finally, he was in, seated solidly in my hotly creaming vag, but Robert didn’t stop then. The alpha pulled his dick out slowly, dick dripping with our combined goo, and then lifted it out before aiming it at my back hole.

  “You ready baby girl?” he rasped. “You ready to get dicked in the butt while standing in a cage?”

  And I mewled then, trembling.

  “No Daddy,” I breathed. “But I know you’re going to do it, so do it right.”

  And with that, Robert chuckled deep in his throat before pressing that monster cock against my pleats.

  “Oh oh!” I cried out. “Oh god!”

  The pressure was unbearable. I wasn’t going to be able to do it, and my lover seemed to agree.

  “Fuck you’re small,” he ground out. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  But my butt’s been trashed so many times now that it knows what to do. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and relaxed my behind, and with a pop, my sphincter gave it up. That huge fuckshaft ran into me all the way, owning my anal tract, caressing my ass walls, the fit so dry and tight.

  “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And Robert knows how to work it because immediately he began moving, sliding in and out, working that thick shaft into me again and again.

  “Awww shit,” he groaned. “Awww shit.”

  But we’re all about the dirty and I bent over even more, gripping my ankles as he trashed my ass with that giant cock.

  “Use me, use me!” I screamed. “Use that fucking anus!”

  And the words threw Robert over the edge. With a loud roar, that big body shook, the tremors extending all the way to his dick, and he spurted man milk into me. Gallons and gallons cascaded, splashing into my anal cavity, so much that it trickled out between our bodies, slipping and sliding all over my wetly creaming cunt.

  “SHIT!” he roared again. “Fuck shit shit!”

  And with that, we soared over the edge together. Because this is how it is between us. It was so wrong, how things started, and yet now I’m nude in a cage, letting Robert fuck me in the ass. It took two years to get to this point and by no means was it easy.

  But slowly and surely, Robert built trust between us. He didn’t make me move to the East Coast, he didn’t even make me move in with him at first. Instead, everything was baby steps. Robert relocated to Seattle and wooed me gradually with occasional meals together, joint doctor’s visits, labor and delivery, and finally this. Now we live together, me with his diamond on my finger, and I let him trash my body however he wants, our cries of ecstasy and love blending together.

  Because we adore one another, for sure. Despite my misgivings, despite his bad decisions, we are head over heels in love, doing things together that only the passionate can do. Cages? Check. Manacles? Check. Safety? Check check check. Now that we understand each other’s boundaries, our relationship has deepened to a new level, our understanding intense and true. Because this is the man of my dreams, the dark savior who brings me to heaven and back again and again, making my bo
dy soar, my mind spin with his charisma and intelligence.

  But despite it all, we still have secrets. Or more accurately, I have a secret. I’m pregnant again, did I mention? That’s right, Robert and I are going to have number two, and it’s going to be wonderful. My lover is an amazing dad, and I know he’ll be thrilled at the thought of another child, of watching me grow round and bountiful from his seed again.

  So I’m gonna tell him as soon as we’re done. But that’s only after Robert comes into the cage, putting on the manacles for a change. Because we take turns now … and with the alpha as my captive, I’m never letting go.

  THE END

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  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  She was good with kids, and the alpha male wanted more babies.

  I’ve known Mandy Smith for years now, ever since she started coming over to babysit my daughter. Back then, Mandy was a gangly teen with buckteeth and braces, someone I barely noticed. But something’s changed since she was away at college.

  The braces came off.

  The brunette got contacts.

  And holy hell, but the girl developed curves!

  Because I’ve been divorced for years now, and my gorgeous babysitter would be the perfect mommy for more children – our children!

  DEDICATION

  For everyone who’s ever loved someone off-limits.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Mandy

  My ancient Accord puttered into the driveway of the Parkers’ house, coming to a grinding halt, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d made it. My car hadn’t broken down and I’d made it all the way to my next job. Because I hadn’t babysat for the Parkers in months now, and the money would definitely be useful with tuition due soon.

  But as I got my bearings, another sigh escaped me because driveway probably wasn’t even the right word to describe the gravel road. It was a huge, circular rotunda, the kind that you could imagine an army of horses and carriages pulling up to, with a butler answering the door, stiff-lipped with a tray of drinks. And in addition to the huge, stone mansion, there were vast grounds, a beautifully landscaped garden, plus an infinity pool that I could glimpse just around the corner, the water peaceful and smooth in the winter light.

  So yeah, the Parkers lived like kings. And even though we’re technically neighbors in the same gated community, my parents are in the modest portion, with medium-sized homes and small yards, whereas my employers lived up the hill in the extravagant millionaires’ section. But what the hell, I was here for a job and little Violet was the cutest thing, a spunky ball of fire. I couldn’t wait to see her again, those flaxen curls, the baby blues that could melt your heart. Even when she was a terror, the tiny blonde was still adorable, a small whirlwind of energy that could make any adult smile and sigh with exasperation at once.

  So switching off the ignition, I stepped out of my battered car before carefully walking up the steps to knock on the big door. Just a couple months ago, I would have bounded up the steps like a streak of lightning, athletic and thin as a whip. But I’ve changed these past couple months, and where I used to be rangy and gristly, now I had curves. There was no more tearing up the stairs like a girl on fire, there was too much bounce and flesh, too much sweet heft. So I walked like a lady, hips swaying, trying to keep things decent.

  But total silence greeted me after ringing the doorbell. Weird, that was strange. After another minute, I rang the bell again. Maybe they were all upstairs and couldn’t hear? But then some scuffling noises sounded, some bumps, and finally the door opened, revealing Mr. Parker.

  I smiled shyly, trying not to show my nervousness because Mr. Parker’s always been gorgeous and this time was no exception. The big male was huge and dark, filling up the doorway, making me feel positively tiny, teacup-sized. Of course I’d always noticed, but seeing him again only confirmed his hotness. Coal-colored hair and blue eyes so intense they positively seared my frame. Plus, he had body to die for as well, none of that flabby dad-bod stuff. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, with long, powerful legs clad in dress pants.

  “Oh hey Mandy,” he rumbled. “So sorry, we’re a little … Violet, stop!” he called out.

  And as we stood there, a giant wail rang out, making Mr. Parker grimace a bit.

  “Come in, come in,” he ground out, exasperated, taking a deep breath. “It’s been a long day.”

  And even though my heart was pumping from his nearness, I made myself smile and step into the foyer. This, I definitely remembered. The space was huge, all marble floors with a giant chandelier swinging over our heads.

  “Where’s Violet?” I asked tentatively, trying to look nonchalant.

  Mr. Parker took another deep sigh. Come to think of it, he was worn around the edges, there were brackets around his deep blue eyes that hadn’t been there before and his laugh lines were a little more prominent. Must have been his job, I knew he worked in finance doing something, what I wasn’t exactly sure.

  “Violet,” he called out again, one hand on the bannister. “Come down please, your favorite person is here.”

  And the patter of small footsteps sounded before a tiny blonde bundle hurtled down the stairs into my arms.

  “Mandy, Mandy,” cried the five year-old. “You’re here!”

  The little girl was such a sweetheart. Despite today being a regular day and not a holiday, she had on a purple ballerina dress, complete with stiff tutu and a glittery crown on her head.

  “Hi sweetheart,” I said cheerily. “I like your outfit. Were you playing princess upstairs?”

  Violet drew back for a moment and I saw that her chubby face was streaked with tears and eyes red from crying.

  “You okay honey?” I asked, more gently this time. “Did the evil witch come?”

  She nodded silently, blue eyes looking up at me, slight smears of chocolate around her mouth. But that was okay, kids get dirty really easily and it could be fixed with a warm washcloth, no problem.

  But there was something was different about Violet’s appearance, it wasn’t my imagination. Just like her dad, she looked exhausted, which was not okay for a five year-old. Kids get tired, sure, but they fall asleep right away and wake up completely refreshed, every day is a new day for them. So it worried me though I tried not to show it. Murmuring reassuringly, I said, “Vi, we’ll get you dinner, cleaned up and then ready for bed okay?”

  But the little girl screamed then, kicking and jerking her legs violently against me.

  “Oof!” the breath woofed out of my stomach, her patent shoes pounding painfully against my hips. “Ouch!”

  And Mr. Parker stepped in then, bodily hauling his daughter off of me, clamping her tight against his big form.

  “I’m sorry, we’ve been having a tough go of it recently, you know with Vivian moving out and all.”

  I stopped in my tracks before catching myself and trying to look normal. Mrs. Parker had moved out? What? When? Why hadn’t my parents told me?

  And Mr. Parker nodded again, eyes dark.

  “Vivian moved out a couple months back,” he rasped, “and it’s been tough for Vi. She hasn’t been sleeping well, throwing tantrums left and right. So if you can manage her tonight, it’d be a miracle.”

  I smiled tentatively.

  “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly even as my mind whirled. Oh my god, my poor little charge. Her mom left and now she was acting out? Heck, any child would do the same, even if Vivian Parker had barely been present in her daughter�
��s life. Most days, as far as I could tell, the woman hadn’t gotten up before noon and left most of Vi’s care to a nanny who did everything, feeding, bathing, playing with her own flesh and blood.

  Speaking of which, where was the nanny? Mr. Parker, reading my mind, shook his head again.

  “Mrs. Bee quit,” he ground out, shoulders tense as he hugged his daughter tight. “Vi got to be too much and Mrs. Bee was sixty, she couldn’t manage anymore. So she up and left and it’s just you and me, right kiddo?” he asked the little girl, who burrowed her blonde head into his shoulder, refusing to look up. “It’s just us and we’ll be okay right, kiddo?”

  My eyebrows rose although I tried not to look surprised. Mr. Parker had been raising his daughter on his own for the past couple months? That was a tough one. Even though I’m not a parent myself, I’ve babysat a lot and it’s not an easy business. Tiny humans are demanding, always needing to eat, sleep, get their diaper changed, and the twenty-four hour supervision is exhausting. So Mr. Parker’s single dad status must have been tough, beyond tough actually. He was probably bone-tired, with a headache, a walking zombie.

  And he shook his head with a weary sigh.

  “Alright, I’m gonna hand her over to you now because I’ve got to get to the restaurant,” he rumbled, glancing at his wristwatch. “Shit, Alexandria’s gonna have my ass if I’m late,” he growled. “Here,” he said, making to pass his daughter to me. “Vi, it’s time for Daddy to go.”

  But the little girl shrieked, clinging to him, linking her small arms tightly around the big man’s neck.

  “Nooo!” she screamed. “Don’t go Daddy, don’t go!”

  I tried to pull the little girl from her father although it was practically impossible, she was like a barnacle glued to him. Her little legs locked around the alpha’s waist and she burrowed her face in his shoulder again.