Mastered by her Captor

by Opal Carew

  “Suck me,” he demanded.

  She dropped to her knees and wrapped her delicate hands around his steel column. The first touch of her lips on his tip made him groan.

  When she took him inside, he had to stop himself from throwing her to the floor and driving deep into her. The whole time while she’d made breakfast, then sat across from him while he ate—totally naked—his need for her had been building until he was on a hair trigger.

  Her mouth moved up and down his hard-as-steel column, her hands following. One of her hands slipped from his shaft then tucked under his balls. The feel of her fondling them, combined with the intense warmth of her mouth stroking his cock sent heat sizzling through his body. It coiled in his groin, cranking tighter and tighter until...

  “Fuck, I’m going to come.” Then he erupted into her warm, waiting mouth.

  She squeezed around him, her sweet warmth pulling everything from him.

  He realized he was holding her head against him and he released her. Slowly, she pulled back, her eyes turned to his. The sight of his thick shaft gliding from her lips made his fading cock twitch with need.

  He wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.

  She licked the tip just before it dropped from her mouth.

  He coiled his hand in her hair, then pulled her to her feet. He guided her down the hall and into the dungeon room.

  “Yesterday, you escaped my leash and ran away. I can’t let that go.”

  He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pushed her over one of the punishment benches.

  “Hang onto the wooden bar.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pressed her hands to the bar about halfway down the bench. Her fingers curled around it. Then he walked behind her, admiring her delightfully round ass.

  “If you let go...” He stroked her ass, then glided his hardening cock between her cheeks and over her puckered opening. “Then I’ll do something you really won’t like.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stepped away from her and grabbed a riding crop from the wall. One with a heart shaped leather tab at the end. He walked back to her and lifted the crop, then smacked across her ass. A red heart blossomed on her skin. When he smacked again, she cried out.

  Then she arched her ass up again for another one. His cock twitched.

  He smacked her again. Then again. Little blushing hearts decorated her ass. He leaned forward and kissed one, luxuriating in the feel of her smooth, heated flesh against his lips.

  Then he couldn’t help himself. His lips fluttered over her round flesh, his tongue flicking out on occasion to glide over her smoothness. He shifted downward and gazed at the rippling folds of her pussy. His finger glided over them, the slickness sending the blood pounding through him.

  He leaned in and licked her. Her soft murmur spurred him on and he drove his tongue into her opening. God, she was so fucking wet!

  He removed the clit clamp and dabbed her nub lightly with his tongue. When she moaned softly, he lapped at it, then suckled.

  He dipped his finger inside her and, at her groan, drove deeper. He slipped a second finger inside and pumped. Her velvety channel tightened, squeezing his fingers.

  “Do you want me to fuck you? Right here with you bent over the punishment bench?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The need in her voice ramped up his own desperate need to be inside her. He pressed his cockhead to her slick opening. She murmured softly.

  Then he drove into her. Hard and fast.

  She gasped.

  Now he was tight inside her, his cock fully immersed in her body, her warm, flushed ass snug against him.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded, needing to hear her say it.

  “Please fuck me, Sir.” She tightened around him making his groan. “I need you to fuck me.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  He drew back, then thrust in deep again.

  She moaned.

  Then he thrust again.

  Her body was so hot and welcoming. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now. Didn’t want to be anywhere else. Ever.

  He drove into her waiting body. Again and again.

  She cried out, her body trembling beneath him.

  He pumped, pleasure quivering through every part of him.

  “Oh, yes, please,” she begged. “Deeper.”

  He rammed in harder, plunging into her depths. She squeezed around him and he groaned.

  He leaned close to her ear. “I’m getting close. I’m going to come inside you. Filling you with my hot seed.”

  He nipped her ear and she cried out, pleasure crackling along the edges of her yelp.

  “Yes,” she breathed on a pant. “Do it. I want to feel your big cock burst inside me.”

  Her words ignited his need, setting his blood ablaze.

  He thrust harder. Pumped deeper.

  She moaned. “Yes! Oh, God, yes.”

  He felt her shudder beneath him and she wailed her release. He drove deep, heat flooding through him, then...

  “Fuck, yeah!” He erupted inside her in an exquisite release, pleasure trembling through his entire body.

  Then he collapsed on her.

  * * *

  Erik stared out over the ocean, his toes digging into the soft, warm sand. He’d gone for a walk alone, hoping the steady flow of the waves would soothe his tortured mind.

  But they didn’t.

  Kalie was showing all the signs of a woman in love.

  And, shit, he could see himself falling for her fast and hard. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Not only willing to submit to his commands, but sweet and caring, of him and others. And adventurous.

  But he’d fallen for Sylvia, and that had been a disaster. He’d gotten hurt. Badly.

  Last night, when he’d seen what looked like love in Kalie’s eyes, he’d found himself starting to wonder what it would be like if he let their relationship continue. Could they fall in love with each other? Could they find happiness together?

  He realized he was being a fool. What he’d seen in Kalie’s eyes was only infatuation. He fulfilled her deepest desire. That dark side of her sexual fantasies where he took control of her.

  But once she had enough of that, she’d be faced with the real him. A man she hardly knew. She might love being dominated and controlled by him, but that didn’t mean she’d ever really love him.

  And he didn’t want to be hurt again.

  But reasoning with her wouldn’t work. No, his best option was to shut her out and drive her away. He’d moved into that mode instinctively this morning and now he knew he should continue.

  She wanted to be his captive, so that’s how he’d treat her.

  * * *

  Kalie heard the door open and she turned to see Erik strolling toward her. She was wearing some of the clothes he’d brought for her to wear.

  He grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, then pulled her stumbling to the dungeon room. Once in the room, he pushed her onto the bed.

  “Strip off those fucking clothes.”

  His angry demeanor threw her off balance. She unzipped her jeans.

  “Faster!” His dark gaze bored through her.

  She stripped off the jeans and threw them aside, then tugged her top over her head. She flung aside her bra and panties in seconds.

  His gaze raked over her.

  “Lie down.” He fastened straps around her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread eagled on the bed.

  He stood up and unbuckled his belt, then pulled it from his belt loops. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, still holding the black leather belt in his hands. He slapped it across his hand as he walked toward her. Once he reached the bed, he grasped her hip and rolled her sideways.

  Then he slapped the belt across her ass.

  She yelped. It really hurt.

  He released her hip and rolled her onto her back again, her stinging ass against the smooth sheets.
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  He put down the belt and unbuttoned his shirt, watching her. His eyes were cold and detached. Gone was the warmth that had filled them last night.

  He shed his shirt and heat washed through her at the sight of his broad, muscular chest and bulging arms. He pushed down his boxers and she felt faint at the sight of his rigid cock, knowing she would soon feel that monster inside her.

  He picked up the belt, then rolled her on her side and whacked her bottom again.

  “Stay like that,” he said when she started to roll back.

  She obeyed, but wondered if she should ask him to stop. She didn’t like the belt. But she had no safe word. He’d warned her before they came here that there wouldn’t be one. If she wanted to play at being his captive, she had to put herself into his hands completely.

  He whacked again. But this time, he stroked the leather over her bottom after. Slowly. Then he tossed aside the leather belt and cupped both her buttocks and caressed them with his big hands.

  She felt him open her flesh, then his fingertip dragged over her crease. It stopped on her back opening, and he toyed with it, then after a few seconds, pushed his finger inside.

  “You have a delightful ass. I’m going to fuck it soon.”

  She quivered as his finger moved inside her. He pulled it free then pushed her onto her back again.

  He moved to the end of the bed and sat on the cushioned bench there, then stared at her pussy. His hot gaze had her dripping with need.

  “I’ll fuck your pussy, too.”

  He stood up and walked to a cupboard, then returned with a heavy-duty vibrator in his hand. It looked like a wand with a rubber tip like a mushroom.

  “But first I’m going to make you come. Over and over again until you beg for me to stop.”

  She couldn’t imagine ever wanting him to stop.

  He sat down on the bench, then reached up and stroked her intimate flesh. She was glazed with wetness. He opened her folds and stared at her aching clit.

  “Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She tried not to sound too eager.

  He flicked her clit with his fingertip. Exciting pulses of pleasure rippled through her. His finger glided away, then slid into her. He swirled inside her canal. Her eyes fell closed as she enjoyed his attention.

  Then a buzzing sound began and she felt something brush against her clit.

  “Oh, God.”

  He pressed the tip of the big vibrator against her. Pleasure jolted through her.

  His fingers—two now—pulsed inside her. He teased her clit with the powerful buzzing toy. She arched against it, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed.

  He swirled inside her, the wet sounds audible even over the buzzing device.

  “I want to hear you scream when you come.”

  The buzzing increased and she felt faint. God, it was so intense.

  She arched, the delightful vibrations thrumming through her. She sucked in air, then... Oh, God, her whole body trembled with rising pleasure. Intense and overwhelming.

  Then it flooded through her. Blinding pleasure. She moaned. He pressed the wand tighter to her and she wailed.

  The vibrations stopped and she crashed to earth, feeling like she’d lost something.

  “Did you come?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Sir.” But it had been an aborted orgasm. Leaving her feeling empty.

  “Do you want to come again?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His finger stroked over her clit and the pleasure rippled through her again. She arched against him and the orgasm rapidly built inside her. When he brushed the vibrating head against her again, a shrill cry escaped her. Pleasure blasted through her. The vibration increased and she wailed, the orgasm shuddering through her body.

  He stopped, his fingers and the vibrator leaving her. Her body still shook in spasms.

  Then he pressed the vibrator against her on a higher vibration and an orgasm immediately blossomed inside her. She wailed, her arms tugging against the chains.

  The vibrations increased and she found herself screaming in pleasure.

  But they stopped once more.

  “I’m going to make you come again.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. The vibrating head moved over her again and she immediately wailed, her body already trained to orgasm on demand.

  When he finally stopped, she gasped for air, then panted as her heart pounded in her chest.

  Then he pressed the vibrator to her again. She arched and twitched as the pleasure consumed her.

  This time when he stopped, she knew she needed a rest.

  “Please, Sir, no more.”

  Her words triggered him to touch her again. This time with his fingers first, stroking her over-sensitized nub, then adding the wand. She flew right back to ecstasy.

  He stopped and watched her panting on the bed for a few seconds.

  “More?” he asked.

  “No, please, Sir. I beg of you.”

  “What are you begging for?”

  “Please, don’t give me another orgasm.”

  He smiled. “I can’t promise that.”

  He prowled up the bed and over her body. His cockhead brushed against her clit and she practically came again. Then he thrust deep into her.

  “I told you I was going to fuck your pussy.” His lips were right by her ear and his breath caused the fine hairs along her neck to stand upright.

  He drew back and glided deep again.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard. And you will come. Then I’m going to come inside you so hard you’ll come all over again.”

  He thrust deep and fast, his thick cock stretching her as he pumped into her. He brushed her clit with every stroke and an orgasm washed over her again. She moaned, his thick shaft filling her over and over.

  She felt faint as bliss battered her with each thrust.

  When her orgasm began to ebb, he brushed her clit with his fingertip and she wailed in new heights of pleasure.

  She could barely catch her breath as he filled her over and over.

  “I’m going to fucking come,” he grated, then pulsed deep.

  She felt his hot semen fill her and that sent her pleasure even higher, until she lost herself in the expanding waves of ecstasy all over again.

  Finally, he fell on her body, gasping for air himself. He was heavy, but she didn’t mind. She liked him there. Liked his weight on her.

  But he rolled away. He stood up, then grasped her face and turned it toward him. Immediately, his cockhead pushed against her lips and she opened for him.

  “Make it hard.”

  She sucked on him. As he hardened inside her, he rocked his pelvis, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Soon it was hard and at its full impressive length again.

  He grabbed some lube from the table beside the bed and she watched him slather it on his immense cock until it gleamed. Then he lay down beside her. He tipped her away from him and she felt his cockhead push against her. Slowly, he fed it into her anal opening.

  It was thick, but the slick lube helped it slide in. He stopped when his cockhead was all the way inside her.

  “I love your fucking tight ass,” he said. Then he eased forward again, slowly pushing his thickness deep inside her.

  Once he was fully immersed, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to his body. His cock stretched her, but she liked the feeling of fullness with him inside.

  His fingers found her clit and he teased it. His touch sent pleasure shimmering through her again.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

  He drew back, then glided forward. She shifted, knowing she was already close to orgasm again.

  He moved inside her in slow, deep thrusts. Her empty vagina contracted in need. He sped up and the pleasure swelled. Building. Washing through her.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Are you coming again?”

  She nodded as the joy surged through her.


  He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her back against him.

  “Tell me.” His cock still pumped into her.

  “Yes.” The word came out thin and reedy. “I’m...” She gasped when he thrust deeper. “I’m coming, Sir.”

  Her pumped faster and she moaned, riding the ecstatic wave of delight. As he kept filling her, she felt dizzying pleasure pulsing through her. It kept building. Impossibly intense.

  Then, in a deluge of joyful sensations, she shattered. Trembling in his arms. Ecstasy exploding in every cell.

  He groaned and his hot seed filled her. Their two bodies shuddered together, his cock still hard inside her.

  Then he stopped thrusting. He held her tight to him and she leaned against him.

  Oh, God, that was so intense.

  * * *

  Erik lay there holding her close to him, his cock still buried deep inside her, willing himself to get up and walk away. But the warmth of her around his cock, the softness of her body pressed so close…

  Fuck, the woman had bewitched him.

  He wanted to stay here with her. To roll her back and kiss her, then nestle his cock into her warm pussy and hold her so tight she’d never get away from him. But he’d had a woman once who was willing to be his—gave herself over to him as his slave—and even cared for him in her way. But Sylvia hadn’t loved him. As much as she’d wanted to.

  He’d known he and Sylvia could never be happy.

  Kalie had consciously convinced herself she didn’t want love—which was clearly something she told herself because she was afraid of falling in love again and being rejected.

  He’d seen her eyes glowing when she looked at him, which might be love, or the budding of it, but even if it was, they were both gun shy and afraid of being hurt. Neither of them was ready for more so if they continued in a relationship, one of them would get hurt.

  He didn’t want to be hurt again. And God knew he didn’t want to see her hurt.

  He drew in a deep breath, then slid away from her. When his cock slipped from her body he felt an immediate ache. But he ignored it and stood up, then turned and walked out of the room.

  * * *

  Kalie shivered at the loss of Erik’s warmth. As soon as he pulled away, she rolled onto her back and watched him leave. He didn’t look back, even as he closed the door.