His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  One night when I was feeling especially frustrated, I got up and stormed into the study where Drake sat at his desk, his head snapping up when I banged open the door.

  “Daddy, I’m ready,” I said. No further explanation was needed, he knew exactly what I was talking about. But Drake didn’t move a muscle.

  “Shut the door Cleo,” he said calmly, his big body giving nothing away.

  Once the door was shut, he turned to me.

  “What do you want, Cleo?” he rumbled, looking at me, his eyes running up and down my curves. And I blushed then because I was wearing just the thinnest whispers of cotton, a tiny tank and bootie shorts, the tank so sheer that my luscious curves were on full display, my nipples poking out. And the sleep shorts were so short that you could see the bottom curves of my ass hanging out, jouncing this way and that.

  “Daddy, I want you!” I said petulantly. “I want you, I want you in my body!”

  Drake didn’t react immediately, instead looking at me calmly, those cool blue eyes assessing, in total control.

  “You want it, little girl?” he asked. “How bad?”

  I was stumped for a second. What to say to this? All of a sudden, inspiration hit.

  “So bad Daddy, that I’ll let you take my pussy cherry and my ass cherry,” I said coyly, causing Drake to hiss slightly, a hard gleam coming into his eyes.

  “I see,” he rumbled, still not moving although I could see a tent at his crotch now, the fabric of his pants straining, his cock dying to get out. “And which one would you like popped first?”

  First? I thought dumbly. But suddenly I was elated with joy. If Drake was asking me which one I wanted first, then it meant he was going to take me, I was going to feel his huge penis inside, my virginity gone.

  And slowly, oh so slowly, I sauntered over to his chair. Cocking a hip sassily, I stood between the vee of his legs before running my fingers through that ink-black hair, bending down to whisper against his lips.

  “Daddy, it doesn’t matter which cherry you pop first. Just as you long as you take them both,” I mewled, and suddenly found myself sprawled across his lap face down, my boobs and stomach mashed against his legs, my butt hanging off the edge.

  “Oof!” I squealed. “What the?”

  But a smack descended on my left cheek, leaving it red and stinging.

  “Ouch, what’d you do that for?” I shrieked, turning halfway to look at the big man. “Why’d you do that?”

  But Drake frowned at me, pinning me down.

  “You do as Daddy says,” he rumbled. “And you’ve been a bad, bad girl, Cleo, not answering Daddy’s question. Now which one do you want popped first?” he asked again.

  “Daddy, I thought the question was just rhetorical,” I squealed, trying to explain myself. But without further ado, another slap rang out, this time on my right cheek.

  “Which one?” he ground out harshly.

  And my body flooded with sensation because Drake was now pulling my shorts down so that they were mid-thigh, my peachy orbs on display, my pink slit running wetly.

  “Daddy,” I tried again, “I want …” but my sentence ended in a languorous moan as Daddy trailed his finger over my slit, dipping in the wetness, touching my little nub for a moment, caressing it before moving to my ass.

  But I still hadn’t answered his question and this time Drake was fast. He flipped me over so that I was face forward on his lap and when he slapped me again, it was on my pussy.

  “Ohhh!” I whined. It felt so good, my little clit vibrating from the touch, the way his fingers immediately smoothed over the sting, running through my folds. “Ohhh!”

  “Baby girl,” whispered Drake harshly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Once more. Which cherry do you want Daddy to pop first?”

  And without even thinking about it, I blurted, “Pussy! Pop my pussy cherry first, please Daddy!”

  And Drake finally dropped a kiss on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, murmuring against my cunt.

  “That’s right baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, you answer right away,” he rumbled, lapping at my pussy. I heaved and gasped on his lap, my voice becoming a whine of pleasure as he licked my pinkness, pulling my labia apart to sample my clit, tease me a bit before settling into a deep suckle.

  “Oh,” I moaned, writhing on his lap, “Yes, Daddy, please!”

  By now, my tits had fallen out of my tank and I was playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting them, rolling the hard pebbles between my fingers.

  But suddenly Drake slapped my pussy again, making me jerk up with a shocked gasp before melting again into a puddle, every nerve on fire.

  “Daddy,” I panted, “what’d I do this time?”

  “You don’t touch yourself until I tell you to,” he ground out, eyeing my breasts possessively. “Those tits, that ass, that cunny, they belong to me,” he said coolly. “No one touches them until I say so, and that includes you.”

  My face colored. Oh god, Drake was so possessive but it made me feel fantastic inside, I wanted it so badly, wanted to sample him, feel him in me even more. And suddenly I had an idea.

  Slowly lifting a knee I looked him in the eye, baring my cunt to him, the pink pulsing and slick.

  “Daddy, you know I’m a virgin still,” I reminded him coyly, holding my pussy lips apart, giving him a view up my pulsing channel. “I just have one request. Will you lick my hymen before it breaks?”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Drake

  She was so dirty and I loved it. Cleo was my dirty virgin and I loved every second of it, the way she was laid out on my lap now, her tits falling out of her tank top, her pussy bare, those little shorts a heap on the floor.

  And I loved how she was so bold even though I’d just spanked her. Asking me to lick her hymen? Oh shit, yes.

  But I wanted to do just more than just lick. I lifted Cleo so that her cunny was poised above me and slowly trailed my fingers over her lower lips, her snatch bare and smooth like a baby’s. She whined, her eyes closed, her hips gyrating against my hand.

  “Does that feel good, little girl?” I whispered. “Does it feel good when Daddy massages your twat?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes! Yes! More, please,” she panted in my ear as her vagina ran heavily, drenching my fingers in her juice. I would have been happy to touch her forever, fingering her, exploring her hole, except that I’d promised to taste her hymen. I picked her up as she clung to my large frame and strode over to the couch, placing her on her feet in front of it. She wobbled like a newborn colt, turning to look at me with a hungry, questioning air.

  “Now baby,” I said, spinning her around so that she faced the armchair. “Brace your hands against the sofa and lift your ass.”

  She looked at me over her shoulder, not sure what came next. Except I knew exactly how I wanted to taste my baby. I pushed her back down so that her snatch was on display and spread her labia wide, baring that beautiful pink pussy.

  “Oh!” she squealed in shock. Because Cleo was about to feel a man’s tongue for the first time.

  With any hesitation, I pressed my face into her bottom from the back, running my tongue deeply all the way from her clit to her anus, giving her a thorough lick. I paused at her dark star, inhaling her perfume, letting myself breathe in her musky ass scent before turning back to her twat. I nudged her legs wider so that the folds were on display and pulled them apart so I could look deep into that steaming pink channel. Ahhh perfect. She was so tiny, her hole so tight that it was just the merest opening, the tiniest bit of darkness peeking out between those juicy flaps. Slowly, I traced my tongue along every crevice, every nook of her cunt, letting myself savor her female juice.

  “Aieee!” she shrieked, knees buckling, legs unsteady as I drank from her vagina. I stroked the back of her thighs, pausing for a moment, murmuring encouragement as I lifted and squeezed her butt cheeks.

  “Shhh, shhh,” I rumbled, “that’s my good little girl,” I said before helping my
self to another heap of tasty twat.

  This time I suckled her clit, alternately licking and sucking that hardened nub, teasing it with my tongue as her juices slid down my throat.

  “Ah fuck, little girl you taste so good,” I moaned into her folds, pushing my tongue into her hole before trailing up and down between her labia again. By now, my mouth and nose were soaked in her femaleness, and I needed to bury myself in her stet.

  I stood, popping my dick out of my pants. Like a fucking sword, it sprang out at ninety degrees, hard, hot and heavy, ten inches long, dribbling like a fucking faucet, I was so horny.

  “Daddy,” she breathed, her eyes huge as she eyed it from over her shoulder. “Is it going to fit?”

  “I don’t know baby, but we’re going to find out,” I rumbled.

  I ran my dick up and down between her pussy lips, coating the shaft, letting myself bask in the heat running from her cunt. Cleo contracted and pulsed against me, her pussy instinctively knowing its mate, gushing a bit as I lubed myself up in her juices.

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned, tilting her hips back, instinctively trying to catch me in her hole. I chuckled and lubed up some more, letting her feel each throbbing vein along my pole, dragging my glans across those puffy lips, teasing her a bit.

  With a swift arch of her back, she caught me in her, wriggling slightly so that I was buried about an inch.

  “Mmm, Daddy like that,” she said saucily. Oh fuck. The sight of her teen twat with my pole sticking out made me shudder, and I reflexively pushed in more, Cleo crying out and arching her back.

  “Oh it’s so tight!” she cried. “Slow Daddy slow!”

  “Mmm baby, I will,” I promised, running my hand up and down her haunches. Her buttocks were smooth and gleaming, pearly white in the low lights, and I stroked them before running a hand up to grip at her breasts, squeezing those mounds, pulling at her nipples, stimulating her from another angle.

  “Ready for more?” I murmured into her neck. Without bothering to wait for a reply, I pushed forwards again, pressing against the resistance, burrowing my way into those fleshy pink folds. She was so tight that when her pussy convulsed reflexively, it almost pushed my dick out, the rolling of her muscles like a giant wave. But I braced myself against her hips and held her down, my dick still in her cunny.

  “There’s more honey, we’re not done yet,” I husked. This time, I shoved my hips forward all the way, breaking through a barrier within, making her shriek and spasm with pain and hurt.

  “Oh!” she gasped, her breasts heaving, a sweat breaking out on those smooth haunches, tantalizing me, titillating me as I stood completely still inside her, letting that little cunt taste its first dick.

  “You like?” I growled, reaching beneath to stimulate her clit. It helped a bit and within a few seconds, I could feel her grinding back with her hips, her pussy loosening slightly, beginning to pulse and flex on my fuckpole. “Yeah, you like, don’t you?” I growled again, this time straightening up and grabbing her by the waist to begin a deep fuck.

  And I didn’t hold back. I fucked that virgin pussy like it was a mature one. She was so tight, so hot, so wet that I almost lost my nut immediately. But I took a deep breath, instead reaming her again and again, pushing my dick deep, hitting my tip against that rubbery cervix. And when the time came, I didn’t hold back. With a mighty roar, I erupted in her, my man milk showering her insides, coating her ovaries with sperm, spraying her fertile fields.

  As I pumped, the little girl came too, her first man-made orgasm. She shrieked loudly, her breasts swaying beneath her as her cunny spasmed around me, gripping my cock with wave after wave of pleasure, the folds vibrating and trembling as they clenched down hard. Her spasms were so violent they almost forced me out of her body but I resisted, grabbing her butt cheeks and planting my dick firmly inside.

  But another wonderful surprise happened as well. As she jerked and squealed, her pussy began to spray. At first, it felt like a warm drizzle against my lower thighs and I figured it was just some female cum. But when the drizzle became a shower, I realized that my step was a squirter, a true female ejaculator. Fuck fuck fuck. I was a lucky man.

  I let our bodies run their course, my sacs emptying into her body, depositing the virile seed into her sweet insides as her cunny pumped me for more, her juices spraying like a garden hose every which way. It was fucking amazing, my step was a talented little girl, we were both coated in her cum now, the juices on my thighs and abs, smeared all over her ass and legs.

  And as we calmed and relaxed, I stroked her shoulders, smoothing that creamy skin, letting myself enjoy the feminine curve of her back.

  “Did you like it honey?” I murmured into her ear, pulling myself out, watching as cum spilled down her thigh.

  “Oh Daddy,” she moaned, looking at me mischievously over her shoulder. “Again?”

  And I knelt behind her, tracing my tongue over those sweet folds, ready to begin the second assault.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Cleo

  Drake was so sweet and caring. After he took my pussy cherry, he picked me up and took me to the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us before placing me down to stand on the tile floor.

  He surveyed my body slowly, his eyes running over my sweet curves. My pussy was running with cream, his semen smeared over my thighs, mixing for a heady brew with my juices.

  But I was a little embarrassed at how exposed I was even though he’d just been in my body, and covered my boobs with my hands, shielding them, suddenly shy.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. “I feel empty.”

  Drake chuckled as he nuzzled my neck, blasting the hot water before pulling me in with him.

  “Daddy will solve that momentarily,” he rumbled, “Just let me get you clean first.”

  And slowly he massaged shower gel over my body, trailing his fingers over my lush curves, squeezing and rolling my breasts in his hands, letting his fingers slide into the vee between my thighs.

  “Ahh!” I moaned, my legs parting automatically.

  “Baby I usually want my sperm in you, I want this hot white to stay as long as possible in your channel,” he said as he massaged my twat, “but this time, I’m going to help you get clean, get fresh because Daddy’s taking you in the behind next.”

  And I couldn’t answer because his fingers were working magic on me, stroking in circles around my clit, teasing the little nub before lightly flicking it, giving it a firm pinch.

  And I lost it then, it felt so good that I creamed immediately, shivers running through my body, spreading from my cunt to the tips of my fingers and toes, making me go weak inside.

  “Ohhhh!” I squealed, my cunny giving it up, gushing heavily, my nectar overflowing.

  And Drake was on his knees before me in a second, drinking it up, letting my honey spill down his throat, savoring every last drop.

  “Mmm, baby your twat juice is amazing,” he murmured against my folds. “I love when you gush into my mouth.”

  And with his tongue, he lapped at my hole, collecting as much cream as possible before pushing it backwards to my ass.

  “Oh!” I shrieked. It felt so good to have a man there, his tongue touching my asshole, rimming my sweet ring, making it wink and pucker delightfully. And Drake merely laughed deep in his chest, pushing me back until I sat on the seat in the shower, taking a thigh in each big hand and lifting my legs until my feet were balanced on the edge of the ledge, my pussy and ass exposed to his gaze.

  And he stared at me, the pink flesh vibrating still, little shocks occasionally running through my cunt, my clit still hard and erect.

  “Fuck,” he groaned before diving in again, licking every square inch of real estate, circling my back hole before coming up to my pussy again to pick up some cream before spreading it to my ass.

  Finally satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed, Drake knelt in front of me, his dick erect, pulsing and dripping at the tip, ten inches of ecstasy at full attention.

  “B
aby, Daddy’s gonna get his cock wet in you,” he ground out as he pressed into my cunny.

  And with a gasp and a shriek, Drake was buried to the balls in me again. I was sore, so sore, but it felt so good too, the tip of his shaft reaching almost to my throat.

  “Yes Daddy, get yourself wet,” I panted between gasps. “Oh, feels good.”

  And Drake did a couple strokes in me, letting me feel the massiveness of his dick, the length and girth so difficult for a recent virgin to accommodate. But I loved it, pulling my pussy lips wide to let him in, give him better access, savoring the deep slide of his penis.

  “Yes,” I murmured, my eyes closed, “Yes.”

  But Drake pulled out all the way then, dick dripping with a gleam in his eyes, and pointed his cock at my back hole.

  “Daddy’s gonna take your ass cherry too,” he said silkily before pressing against the ring.

  By now, I gushing between my legs again but that big penis still had me on edge.

  “Daddy,” I breathed even as he leaned forwards, increasing the pressure on my ass. “I’m not sure if I can, you’re so big,” I whispered hesitantly, shifting uncomfortably. It was all so soon, I wasn’t sure if I could do it.

  But Drake merely increased the pressure with his hips, pulling my butt forward even more to give himself better leverage and placed a soft kiss against my lips.

  “Baby, you can do it,” he rumbled. “You’re Daddy’s little girl.”

  And with that my sphincter popped and his cock slid all the way up my ass, the penetration so deep, so consuming that my moan became a high-pitched whine, my body writhing under his as he burned up my insides, drilling me deep.

  “Ohhh,” was all I could manage, “Ohhh Daddy!”

  And slowly, Drake began to rock his hips in and out while murmuring in my ear.

  “Fuck baby, you feel so good, your ass is so tight, so dry still, Daddy loves it,” he hummed against my jaw and the nasty words made my body crank up even higher, my pussy positively gushing now, the sweet cream running from my slit down to my ass, coating his cock as it moved in and out.