Mastered by her Captor

by Opal Carew

  “So tell me, Kalie. Why did you decide, after our brief time together during your fantasy scenario, that you wanted to continue seeing me?”

  She stared down at her wine glass, circling her finger around the rim.

  “I felt a real connection to you. I don’t know how to explain it.”

  “I was playing the role of your captor. I commanded you. I overpowered you.”

  “Knowing I was willing.”

  “Yes. And I understand how realizing a fantasy like that heightens your emotions as well as your desires. But you knew nothing about me except that I could act out a role.”

  She shook her head. “I knew a lot more than that. I could feel your power and strength. And the control with which you wielded it. I knew you would never really use it against me. I knew I was absolutely safe with you.”

  “So that’s what you want from a relationship with a man? To feel safe?”

  She frowned. “There’s so much more to what I said than that. There’s trust. Mutual respect. Caring.” She locked gazed with him. “And what I saw in your eyes that last night we were together… the tenderness…”

  His gut clenched. They were treading into dangerous territory.

  “Sweetheart, let’s get something straight right now. I’m not falling in love with you.”

  “Love?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t say anything about love. What I’m looking for is someone I feel a real connection with. Who is strong and caring. Someone I can trust, who’ll be honest with me.”

  “Honest in what way?”

  She leaned forward and set her glass on the table.

  “Look, I went out with this guy for six years. We were in love. Or so I thought. We moved in together and I assumed we’d wind up getting married and starting a family. I was always clear that that’s what I wanted and he said he was on board. Just not yet.” She frowned, her fingers tapping nervously on the coffee table. “The problem was not yet became an all too familiar refrain. We never seemed to get any closer to him making a deeper commitment.”

  “What happened?”

  She leaned back against the couch with a sigh. “I finally broke up with him. It tore my heart out. It was messy and painful and…” She frowned, her hands clenching into fists. “You know what really killed me? A year later he was engaged. He and his wife are expecting their second child now.”

  She gazed up at Erik, a sheen on her eyes. “So apparently it’s not that he didn’t want to get married. He just didn’t want to marry me.”

  Erik hated seeing the pain in her eyes. He slid his arm around her and drew her closer.

  “You really loved him.”

  She shook her head. “No. I mean I thought I did at the time, but I came to realize I really didn’t. It was just what I was supposed to do. Find a good man, get married, have kids. Boom boom boom. But I know better now. I shouldn’t do anything to please my family or my friends, or to meet society’s expectations. I need to do what makes me happy.”

  His eyebrow arched. “So finding a good man isn’t on the agenda?”

  “Oh, yes, it is. But not the other stuff. The marriage and kids. The being a couple forever. That part’s too hard. I just want to find someone who wants to be with me. For a little while or a long while. Whatever works. I think without the pressure of all that other stuff on the agenda, a relationship is bound to work better. And when he’s ready to move on, I just want him to be honest with me. Just as I will be with him.”

  “And you think I’m a man you can have this kind of relationship with?”

  “I do. The chemistry between us is phenomenal. And I love how strong and dominating you are, yet at the same time, you can show tenderness and compassion.”

  He scratched the back of his head. “I must say. I find this… surprising. The way you practically stalked me, I was sure you’d decided you were madly in love with me.”

  She grinned and stroked his cheek. “Well, your sexy masculinity does drive me a little mad with lust.”

  Then she slid a little closer and ran her fingers through his hair.

  “You know, I am still naked.”

  He smiled. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that for a second.”

  How could he?

  Fuck, he was harder than he’d remembered being in a long time. Watching Kalie walk around naked in public like that had aroused him more than he thought possible.

  He’d seen the admiration in the other men’s eyes. And Nelson offering to trade was a first. And he’d been willing to give Erik both his prize slaves.

  Erik was definitely the one every man there wanted to be. He was sure he could have had his pick of slaves tonight.

  But he only wanted Kalie.

  Her fingers trailed along his neck and down his body, sending heat thrumming through him. She unzipped him and slid her hand inside. His cock twitched as she wrapped her fingers around him.

  She drew him out and stared at his cock hungrily. When her lips brushed against the tip of his erection, he drew in a deep breath. She teased him, her lips flitting over the crown and then under the ridge in butterfly kisses. When her tongue lightly lapped at him, his groin ached.

  He wanted to drive into her mouth. To slide his cock deep down her throat and find his release.

  But more, he wanted her in his arms, her soft body against his. His cock gliding into her in smooth strokes, driving her pleasure higher and higher until she lost herself in what he gave her. Until she moaned out his name as her joy blossomed into ecstasy.

  He grasped her arms and pulled her to him, then captured her lips. He slid his tongue inside and stroked, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. She glided her tongue along his, then followed back into his mouth. When he suckled, she murmured softly, sending heat spiraling through him.

  He stroked her hair back from her face, then tangled his fingers in the soft strands. He pulled her closer, his hand cupping the back of her head. He slid his lips from hers and danced across her cheek, then over her temple. She sucked in a breath as he nuzzled her ear, then lightly kissed down her neck, his lips on her skin the merest whisper of a touch. He could see the goose bumps rising on her flesh.

  “Ohhh, yes,” she murmured breathlessly.

  His hand glided over her breast and he cupped it, loving the softness of her, while he kissed her bare shoulder. He nipped the skin lightly with his teeth. She stroked his cheek, then urged him back to her lips. Their mouths merged again and her tongue thrust into him. He opened to her, loving the feel of her soft tongue exploring.

  The kiss deepened and his arms tightened around her, pulling her tighter to his body. Her soft breasts crushed against him, the nipples hard as beads. His hand glided down her back and over the swell of her round ass. He lay back on the couch, their mouths still merged, her soft body now on top of him. Her stomach rested against his hard, twitching cock. Her hand found it and stroked as they kissed with passion. A fire blazed through him. White hot desire.

  She shifted and he felt warm slickness against his cock. It glided between her thighs, over her folds. She pivoted her hips, moving her soft wetness over him again and again until he thought he’d die of need.

  Her heart beat rapidly against his chest and her breathing was quick. She guided his cock to her opening and then—

  “Oh, God,” he groaned as he felt her velvet softness surround him.

  He was deep inside her tight, wet channel. Hugged by her squeezing muscles.

  Fuck, he was going to come right now if she kept that up.

  He cupped her cheeks and gazed deep into her warm, brown eyes.

  “Baby, you’re going to make me come too fast. I want us both to enjoy this.”

  She nodded, her eyes filled with desire.

  He flattened his hand on her lower back and rolled her over until he was on top. She gazed up at him, her brown eyes wide and needy. He pivoted his hips, drawing his cock back. Then he glided forward again, filling her deeply.

  “Oh, yes.” Her flushed ch
eeks and quivering breath drove his need higher.

  He pulled back, then glided forward again. He stroked her long hair from her face and kissed her lips, then continued to her temple. She arched against him, taking him deeper.

  Her slick passage cradled him so sweetly.

  Need coiled deep inside him. He rocked, shifting his hard shaft inside her, to her quivering murmurs of delight. Her hands curled over his shoulders.

  “Ohhh, you feel so good inside me.”

  He swirled his hips and she moaned.

  “I love being inside you,” he murmured against her ear.

  Then he drew back and thrust forward. Her moan grew louder. The sound of it sent tremors dancing down his spine.

  He thrust again. Then again. Slick softness cushioning his hard cock. Her eyes widened as he pumped into her. Faster and faster.

  “Yesss.” She arched against him. “Oh, please.”

  He drove deep, his cock aching. Needing to release into her warmth. But he wanted her along with him. His fingers found her clit and he teased it, loving the sound of her short, needy gasps.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to see your face light up.”

  “Yes, Erik.”

  He tweaked her button again as he continued to fill her.

  “Oh, God, you’re making me...” She trilled, her pitch rising. “Yes. Oh, yes. I’m...”

  She gasped, her eyes widening. “Erik, you’re...” She sucked in a breath. “Making... me...”

  He drove deep.

  “Come,” she whimpered, barely audible.

  Then she moaned. Long and loud. Laying to waste his iron-clad control.

  He groaned as his cock exploded inside her. The sweetness of the release stealing his breath away. He sucked in air as he kept pumping into her, watching the awesome beauty of her face in blissful surrender.

  As her moans faded, he slowed, until finally he was holding her close, her body tucked beneath his. He rolled to his side, then stood up, sweeping her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed, then climbed in with her.

  She rolled to face him, her eyes alight, a delighted smile on her face. He couldn’t believe it when he felt her hand surround him. His cock, although well satisfied, was still hard. He felt the tip nudged against her slickness, then she moved her hips toward him, pushing his cock inside her again.

  She cupped his face, their gazes locked, as she squeezed him with her internal muscles. Then she rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

  Did she really intend to fall asleep like this?

  His cock twitched inside her and she giggled.

  He grasped her bottom and pulled her tight to him. She wrapped her leg around his hip, causing his cock to move deeper inside her.

  She smiled, her eyes glittering. “I thought you’d need a rest.”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to rest around you, woman.”

  She rocked her hips, making him throb with need. But it was more than a physical thing. It reached deep into his soul and made his heart ache. He cupped her cheeks and brought her mouth to his. He kissed her, wanting to feel closer to her. His tongue swept deep, then snuggled with hers.

  The softness in her eyes as she gazed back at him unsettled him. She looked so happy and… almost blissful. Like a woman in love.

  Aw, fuck. Everything she’d said earlier… about not needing more in a relationship… not wanting a long term commitment… She might have convinced herself of that, but clearly it wasn’t true.

  He knew he should tear his mouth away. Put some distance between them right now. But she was so soft. Her body so inviting.

  He rocked his hips, shifting his cock inside her. She moaned in his mouth and he stroked her tongue, holding her even closer. And those big doe-eyes of hers tore at his heart. He couldn’t walk away from her now. He needed her more intensely than he’d ever needed a woman before, which shocked him to the core. Her hand stroking down his back as her leg tightened around him, urged him on. He pulsed inside her, feeling her melting flesh tighten around him.

  Their mouths moved together. Her hips rocked with his.

  He needed more.

  He rolled her under him and drew back, then thrust deep into her. Her eyes lit up like the sky blazing with fireworks. Her breath caught as he drove into her again. Her hand stroked through his hair, pulling his mouth tighter to her as she sucked on his tongue.

  He thrust in a steady rhythm now, his cock pulsing deep into her hot sweetness.

  “Erik,” she breathed, her lips nuzzling his temple, sending tremors chasing down his neck.

  “What is it, baby? Are you close?”

  “Oh, yes. You feel so good inside me. I’m going to come again.” She arched against him.

  He sped up, pounding into her, matching the staccato beat of her heart.

  His heart raced, pleasure pummeling him. Her intimate muscles squeezed him as she began to moan, her eyes wide and filled with blissful surrender. She looked so incredibly beautiful his heart swelled.

  “Erik!” She clung tight to him. “Oh, God, Erik.”

  Then she wailed as an orgasm claimed her.

  Immediately, he felt his groin tighten and electric heat sizzled through him as he erupted inside her, groaning with his release.

  He kept moving inside her, fueling her orgasm as she clung tight to him.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, God,” she wailed.

  Then she breathed out a long, continuous moan, so loud his ears ached. But he didn’t care. He wanted to drive her to ecstasy and beyond.

  Their bodies slapped together, her channel quivering around his hard cock.

  Her moans faded and he slowed, until finally he was just holding her tight against him. He curled his fingers in her hair as he turned her head so he could swoop in for a kiss, and ground his cock into her one more time, then spiraled inside. She whimpered softly.

  Then he felt her lips nuzzling his neck.

  He rolled onto his side, holding her tight against him. Fuck, he didn’t ever want to leave her body. She felt so good around him.

  So right.

  She rested her head against his chest and sighed.

  His cock was still nestled inside her when he fell asleep.

  * * *

  “Time to wake up.”

  Kalie opened her eyes and groggily glanced toward Erik’s voice. He stood in the doorway to the bedroom looking stern. He was dressed in jeans and a casual striped gray shirt.

  “Sit up,” he said as he walked toward the bed carrying a collar in his hand.

  He sat down beside her and wrapped the leather around her neck, then fastened it. He pulled the covers off her, then placed clamps on her nipples—the same ones as yesterday with the chain attached to them. He handed her the third.

  “Clamp this on your clit.”

  She opened her legs and felt for the button. He watched as she moved her fingers over her intimate flesh, then attached the clamp to her sensitive bud.

  He leaned forward and ran the tip of his finger over her folds, lightly. Was he going to push inside? Test if she was wet? She was certainly getting there quickly.

  He sat straight again and shifted his gaze to her face. “You are my captive and you know there is no escape. You will do as I tell you or suffer the consequences. Understood?”

  “Yes,” she responded in a quiet voice.

  He tugged on her collar, pulling her face close to his, his dark eyes searing her.

  “You will address me as Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  God, he played his role so well. He looked commanding, with an edge of anger, and... dangerous.

  “Get into the kitchen and make me breakfast.”

  She stood up, aware of her nudity as he followed her from the room. Once in the kitchen, she turned to him.

  “What would you like for breakfast, Sir?”

  “Surprise me.”

  She opened the fridge and pulled out eggs and ham. She put two slices
of toast in the toaster ready to go then sliced ham, onions and mushrooms. The coffee was already made. He sat at the table enjoying a cup while she cooked.

  She served up his breakfast onto a plate and carried it to him, then sat across from him while he ate. He said nothing to her.

  Last night, they’d been so close. So wonderfully intimate. It felt odd sitting here with such distance between them as he ate in silence.

  He had brought her here to prove they couldn’t be together—she knew that. But after yesterday, then the wonderful night they’d spent in each other’s arms, she thought they’d made progress.

  She shifted in her chair. She shouldn’t assume everything had fallen apart just because he was acting his role so perfectly this morning.

  “I’m finished. Clear the table and clean up the dishes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She did as he said while he drank his second cup of coffee. As she finished up, he carried his cup to the sink and put it on the counter. She reached for it to wash it, but he grasped her collar and tugged her toward him.

  “Leave it.”

  His face was only inches from her own, his blue eyes dark and glinting. He glared, then consumed her lips.

  * * *

  Kalie’s lips were so soft under his. Erik drove his tongue deep into her mouth, sweeping around.

  Claiming her.

  He released his hold on her collar and backed her against the counter, his hips pressing her tight to it. He gazed down at the black-tipped clamps pinching her nipples. He pulled one off and teased her nub, knowing it would be burning with the release of blood back into her sensitive flesh. Her breathing increased.

  He pulled off the other one and covered the hard nipple with his mouth. When he suckled, she groaned. Her nipples would be ultrasensitive now.

  She curled her fingers in his hair, pulling him tight to her.

  He sucked hard and deep, making her whimper.

  The third clamp was still on her clit and the weight of the other clamps hanging from the chain added pressure to her sensitive bud.

  His cock ached with the need to drive into her body. He stepped back and unzipped his jeans, then pulled out his long, hard erection.