Mastered by her Captor

by Opal Carew

  Oh, God she wanted him to fuck her. Her pleasure rose as she pumped him in her mouth, her fingers still stroking her intimate flesh. Satisfaction rocketed through her when she heard him groan. She moved faster, taking his cock deeper inside. Her fingers stroking her own flesh faster. Suddenly, he erupted inside her and she groaned around him as his release triggered her own orgasm.

  She was still riding the wave as he pulled her from under the table.

  “Did you come?” he asked fiercely.

  “I... uh...”

  He pushed her against the wall.

  “Tell me.”

  She nodded, her eyes wide.

  “Fuck, I didn’t say you could come.”

  He pulled her back to the table and swept the dishes onto the floor then pushed her face onto the table top, his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her cheek tight to the hard surface.

  His cock, which was still hard despite just being emptied, pressed against her slick opening. He pushed forward, filling her in one fast, impossibly deep stroke. She gasped at the intense, yet exquisite, sensation. She was stretched around his huge cock, the long member deep inside her.

  She moaned, even though he hadn’t moved. He twitched inside her.

  “You like that? My big cock inside you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He rocked his hips and she gasped at the feel of his gigantic cock moving even that small amount inside her.

  He rocked again, then stopped.

  “Oh, please.”

  “Please what? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

  He glided back. Painfully slowly. His cockhead caressing her inner passage. Goose bumps danced the length of her body.

  When he reached the end, his cockhead hovering on the edge of slipping completely free of her body... he suddenly drove deep again.

  She cried out at the intense pleasure.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

  She saw Carl sitting back in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched. The big bulbous head gliding up and down within his hand.

  Erik drew back, slowly.

  Then he drove deep again.

  She felt tears swelling from her eyes at the potent sensations.

  He started to thrust. Filling her in a steady, increasing rhythm. She arched her back, wanting him deeper still. Pleasure rose and she was very close, moaning out loud.

  Suddenly, he pulled free and she cried out in disappointment. But he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, then crushed her to the wall. His cock drove into her again. His lips found hers and he ground them against hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth just as his cock did into her pussy.

  He pounded her against the wall, his mouth claiming her as completely as did his cock.

  Pleasure spiraled inside her, swirling to a tumultuous peak, then spinning completely out of control as it exploded in an intense, earth shattering orgasm. She clung to his shoulders, her earsplitting moans filling the room.

  He pumped harder and faster, then his lips broke from hers as he groaned. His pelvis ground hard against her. His liquid heat filled her, driving her pleasure higher still. She cried out, then wailed loud and long as bliss claimed her.

  Finally, she slumped against the wall. His big cock still embedded inside her, twitched. He held her tight to him, her head against his chest. She could hear his frantically beating heart.

  She glanced up at him and saw a maelstrom of emotions in his eyes, but included in that mess was a tenderness. And a need that tore at her heart.

  He stepped back and turned away, then strode from the room, leaving her standing against the wall, naked and panting.

  Fuck fuck fuck!

  Erik marched away from the house, needing to get far away. He didn’t care where. He headed to the lake and started to walk along the bank.

  He owned the lake house. In fact, he owned the whole God-damned lake, so he knew the area. Once he got past the narrow beach near the house, the trees thickened, shading him from the sun. The leaves rustling in the soft breeze and the birds twittering in the trees were only a minor distraction from his thoughts.

  He had agreed to help fulfill this young woman’s fantasy as a distraction. He knew Sylvia had recommended him to her friend Becca, and... Shit, a part of him still wanted to please Sylvia, even after she’d walked away to be owned by another Master.

  He’d fallen in love with Sylvia. Since she’d left him to go back to Mr. Grant, Erik had tried to exorcise his frustration with several subs. All sexy and willing to do anything he commanded. But none of them could pull him from his desperate yearning for Sylvia.

  Until what he’d just experienced with Kalie.

  Fuck, he didn’t even know this woman... she was a total stranger... and yet, being with her filled him with the same kind of desire as Sylvia did.

  Could it be that with both Kalie and Sylvia, he was drawn to their innocence? Not that they were virgins, but they were both just discovering their submissive sides. Kalie’s eyes had sparkled with her newly discovered emotions at being dominated and controlled.

  Fuck, she would be a perfect sub, yet she was so much more because it was all so new to her.

  And if she was his... if he could train her to be his sub... it would be like taking a virgin to full womanhood. And if he did that, he knew he would want to keep her forever.

  After he’d walked about half an hour, the trees thinned and he came to another clearing. He glanced across the water, seeing the lake house on the other side, the large windows reflecting the sunlight.

  This was a favorite destination of his when he went walking and he’d put up a rope hammock. He loved the solitude and often came here to think.

  He sat on the hammock overlooking the glittering water and took a deep breath, hoping for this place to work its magic on him, but even in this serene setting, the ache in his gut continued.

  Fuck, he was an idiot. He’d already been burned being with Sylvia. He’d lost his heart and very nearly his sanity when she’d walked away.

  He couldn’t go through that again. No matter how appealing and intense the temptation.

  Kalie stared at the door, shaken by the intensity of Erik’s lovemaking, then the way he’d stormed away.

  Still leaning against the wall panting, she turned her gaze to Carl, wondering if he was going to take her now. But she could see he’d found his release while watching them.

  She pushed herself from the wall and headed to the bathroom to collect herself. Still naked, she returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the lunch dishes, then went to her room. Her dress was now lying on the bed, along with her bra and a new pair of black lace panties. She donned the items.

  After a half hour later, there was a knock on the door. She sat on the bed with the covers drawn around her waist, holding her knees tucked to her chest.

  “Come in,” she called.

  The door opened, revealing Carl on the other side.

  “I thought you’d want some time to yourself but... do you want to talk?”

  She bit her lip. “He’s pretty intense.”

  “True. He didn’t frighten you, did he? Because he’d never hurt you.”

  Carl stepped into the room and sat on the chair.

  “No, I just...” She frowned. “It was pretty powerful... being dominated by him. And... it doesn’t seem like he’s acting.”

  “He’s a Dominant. It’s a part of his lifestyle. He’s used to being in control.”

  She nodded. His domination was the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced. She wished that, after this fantasy was over, she could experience more with him.

  But that probably wouldn’t happen.

  “Do you think he’ll be back soon?” she asked.

  Carl shrugged. “I really don’t know.”

  She pushed her legs forward to sit on the side of the bed, then pushed away the covers. “Well, then, maybe we should continue without him for now.”
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br />   He offered his hand and helped her to her feet. The feel of his strong fingers around hers was warm and reassuring.

  “If that’s what you’d like, but why don’t we ease into it slowly? It’s a beautiful day out. We could enjoy a picnic lunch by the lake.” He winked. “To keep in role, you could be my naked prisoner. I could handcuff you while you lie in the sun on a blanket. Or I could leave your hands free if you think you might have something you’d like to do with them.”

  The suggestive tone in his voice made her smile. She liked Carl. She could see after this was over spending time with him just enjoying his fun personality and the easy sexuality between them.

  “Sounds like a good idea.”

  The two of them went into the kitchen and pulled together a picnic, then he grabbed a blanket from the linen cupboard and set it atop the bag with the food.

  “Now, about that dress...”

  She smiled, then unzipped it and let it drop to the floor. She unfastened her bra, enjoying the heat of his gaze, then dropped her panties to the floor. She could see a bulge growing under his jeans.

  She turned and grabbed the blanket, then walked toward the door, swaying here hips, knowing his gaze would be locked on her ass.

  Soon, they were by the lake and he was smoothing out the blanket on the grass.

  “Before we eat, why don’t we take a swim?” he suggested.

  She smiled, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on her skin.“Great idea.”

  She watched as he stripped away his clothes, revealing a stunningly sexy, muscular body. And his cock standing at attention. The sight of him sent her hormones fluttering. She laughed and raced for the dock, knowing he was right behind her. She dove in. The cool water sluiced along her naked flesh. Such a delightful sensation.

  She surfaced and found herself facing him. His hands found her hips and he drew her close. Her feet didn’t touch the bottom, but he was taller than her. His lips brushed hers, then his tongue glided into her mouth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, feeling his hard cock against her intimate flesh. He tucked his hands under her ass and lifted, which glided her soft folds over his thick column. She could feel the wetness pooling inside her opening.

  Her nipples were hard beads in the cool water and they pressed into the warm flesh of his chest.

  “Oh, God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured.

  She laughed. “So are you going to take your helpless captive right here in the water?”

  “I’m very tempted...” His eyes glittered like the sunlight on the water. “But we have all afternoon. We can take things slow.”

  With that, he dove under the water and swam toward a free-floating dock anchored about a hundred yards out, complete with a ladder. She followed and soon they were lying on the warm wood sunning themselves.

  She draped her arm over her eyes, enjoying the sun heating her whole body. She’d never sunbathed totally naked before.

  After a few moments, she drew away her arm and gazed at the man lying beside her. He also used his arm to shield his eyes from the sun.

  She smiled and stretched out her arm, resting it on his belly. She loved the feel of the tight ridges of his washboard abs beneath her fingertips. She slid her hand a little lower, until it bumped against the tip of his rapidly growing cock. Then she just stroked it casually, a light brush of her fingertips. Teasing the head, then gliding over the shaft in soft caresses.

  They lay like that for some time, him enjoying her attention with a smile.

  Finally, she heard a rumble in his chest and he rolled on top of her.

  “There’s only so much a man can take.” Then his lips merged with hers, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth.

  She arched against him, her breasts aching with the need to be touched. He covered one with his hand and caressed lightly. Her hard nipple pushed into his palm, every squeeze of his hand sending need spiking through her.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and guided it to her slick opening. Oh, God, it felt so good as she stroked herself with his cockhead.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he murmured against her ear. “I need to be inside you.”

  She centered him, then opened her legs wide in invitation.

  He surged forward, filling her all the way.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

  His thick cock felt so good inside her.

  He kissed her neck, his lips fluttering over her pulse point.

  He drew back and glided deep again. She moaned against his ear.

  “Yeah, I want to hear you enjoy my big cock.”

  “I do.” She blew a soft puff of air in his ear. “I love the feel of you inside me. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me come.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby. I want that, too.”

  He began to move, gliding in and out of her with this thick, rock-hard column. Deep inside, then drawing back. Filling her, then withdrawing.

  She squeezed him inside her and he groaned.

  “Fill me.”

  He pumped faster. Harder.

  “Oh, yes.” She felt the pleasure swelling. “It’s so good. It’s...” She whimpered as blissful sensations swirled through her, tightening in her belly.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” his voice grated against her ear. “I don’t want to come until you do.”

  She arched against him, taking him deeper, then wrapped her legs around his waist. His next thrust filled her deeper still and she moaned. Pleasure swept through her, driving her to the edge.

  Her fingers curled around his shoulders, digging into his flesh.

  He pumped faster, driving into her in a steady rhythm.

  “Oh. God. I’m. So. Close.” Each of her words was punctuated by a thrust.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

  She could feel him pulse inside her and she arched against him.

  “Yes, I’m going to...”

  An orgasm splintered through her, her whole body tingling with delightful ripples of pleasure. His cock erupted inside her, filling her with heat. She gripped him tightly, riding the wave of ecstatic bliss surging through her.

  “I’m coming...” she moaned.

  “Yes, baby,” he said, continuing to fill her in hard, fast strokes. “Come for me.”

  She wailed loudly, shattering around him in a flash of exquisite pleasure.

  Finally, they fell back against the dock, both panting for air. He rolled away, but lay facing her, his arm around her waist.

  Then he kissed her and smiled.

  “You are the best captive I could ever imagine.”

  Once back at the house, Kalie took a shower, then pulled on her clothes. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then settled on the couch in the living room, where she could enjoy the view of the lake out the front window.

  “Hey, there,” Carl said, standing in the doorway.

  “Hi.”

  “Are you ready to fall back into our roles?”

  They hadn’t really done that all afternoon, just enjoyed the lovely weather and each other’s company.

  “Yes, that’s a good idea.”

  He smiled. “Okay, good.”

  He brought his hand from behind his back, revealing the small gift bag she’d been carrying when he’d nabbed her. The one that Becca had asked her to pick up. He tossed it on the couch beside her, his face serious.

  “It was very convenient you had this with you when we kidnapped you. Now put it on.”

  She looked in the bag and saw he’d unwrapped the gift from its tissue paper nest. She pulled out a satiny fawn-colored bustier and a tiny matching satin thong with lace edging.

  “Turn around and I’ll unzip you,” he instructed.

  “I can manage,” she said.

  “Turn around.” The commanding edge to his words had her on her feet and spinning around, her heart pounding with excitement.

  She felt his fingers on her back, then the zipper glide down, sending tingles along her spine. He pushed the dress from
her shoulders and it slid to the floor. Then she felt the hook of her bra release.

  She turned around, holding the bra to her body, wearing only that and the black lace panties.

  Heat washed through her as he sat down on the chair, watching.

  She sucked in a breath and drew the bra away, releasing her naked breasts. Carl’s attention fell to her taut nipples. She pushed the panties down, intensely conscious of his wandering gaze.

  She pulled on the thong, then picked up the bustier and wrapped it around her body. It had a long row of tiny hooks down the front. She started fastening them, one-by-one.

  “Come over here,” Carl commanded.

  She moved to him. He helped her fasten the hooks, starting from the bottom while she descended from the top. The feel of his fingers moving on her skin set her insides quivering.

  Once they were finished, he stepped back and smiled.

  “Very nice.”

  He took her hand and led her to one of the bedrooms. In the center of the room, standing totally on its own with no headboard or footboard, near no walls, was a single bed. It was covered by a simple white sheet, with no other coverings. Cleary, it was there for one purpose.

  Sex.

  In the corner of the room were a couple of armchairs. Great for viewing what was taking place on the bed.

  “Strip off those panties and sit on the bed,” he instructed.

  Exhilaration quivered through her as she tucked her thumbs under the panties and pushed them down. He held out his hand and she placed them in his palm. As she sat on the side of the bed facing him, he breathed in her scent from the tiny garment, then closed his hand around it and shoved it in his pocket. He sat down on one of the chairs.

  “Open your legs and show me your pretty pussy.”

  She opened, feeling a little embarrassed at exposing herself this way.

  “Touch it.”

  A quiver rippled through her. She pressed her fingers to her lower stomach, then glided downward. As she stroked over the soft petals of flesh, slickness coated her fingertips.

  “It looks like you’re wet,” he observed, his hazel eyes darkening.

  “I am.”

  “Fuck.”