Captive's Desire

by Natasha Knight

  It was all coming back. Memories that had been shadows, that had never really taken full form now rushed her. “Stop it!” Emotions collided and the very thought of her twin sister going through what Lisa had gone through, the possibility that she too wouldn’t survive, was too much.

  “When she didn’t come back, he began to question. Some don’t come back at all, do they? And you’re so sedated you never even question it.”

  She made some sound and sobbed, her struggles lessening.

  “Simon sought us out; he was probably one of the bravest men I knew. And I considered him a friend, Livvie,” he said, his voice breaking at the end.

  “Hayden,” she cried through her tears, her grip on him changing now, turning into a desperate hold.

  “You should be proud of Simon,” he continued, turning her, holding her pressed into his chest as she wept.

  “I’m sorry you found out like this. I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry.”

  She made an unintelligible sound and went limp in his arms, this new knowledge too much.

  She didn’t struggle when he lifted her and carried her up to the living room where he laid her on the couch. She curled up into a fetal position and wept for what seemed like ages as he covered her with thick blankets and sat with her, not saying a word but caressing her hair, her back.

  * * *

  She wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, she was tucked neatly into the bed and Hayden sat across the room watching her, his brow creased, the worry on his face seeming to have aged him.

  “Hey,” she said, smiling weakly.

  “Hey,” he replied, sitting up, studying her intently before getting up to walk toward the bed. “I called Jayne and told her you wouldn’t be in today,” he said, pushing her hair from her face.

  “Did I sleep through the night?” she asked.

  He nodded. “It’s almost lunchtime.”

  “He never said anything, you know. Only to keep my thoughts to myself and keep my eyes open. When he left for his last mission, I remember thinking how strange it was how he hugged me and Katie. Told us he’d be back as soon as he could. It was weird, different from other missions.”

  “He suspected Magnus was on to him toward the end. He made the ultimate sacrifice.”

  “What’s going to happen to Katie?”

  Hayden looked away and ran his hand through his hair. She noticed how the stubble along his jaw made him appear even rougher than usual.

  “Let me think about it, Livvie.”

  “What are you planning on doing? I mean, the ship I glimpsed…”

  Hayden smiled. “Do you miss anything?”

  “Not really,” she smiled wide.

  “I should spank you for snooping, you know. Besides, you ruined my surprise.”

  “What surprise?”

  “I’ll tell you what—go have a shower while I make coffee. I’ll give you your surprise then.”

  “I’m intrigued,” she said, pushing the blankets off.

  He grinned a wicked grin. “You’ve got ten minutes.” He disappeared down the ladder.

  Livvie got up and when she turned to make the bed, something on the nightstand caught her attention. She smiled a small, sad smile. It was Simon’s pocket knife.

  * * *

  Hayden hadn’t been sure what to expect this morning. Last night had been an emotional roller coaster for her, a lot of information to process at once. She trusted him though, that was apparent. He was more than pleased with her reaction.

  The question of Katie was a difficult one. His men would not be on board for going into Magnus One to attempt a rescue. He knew himself it would be a suicide mission. He’d just keep her distracted for now while he worked it out. Besides, it was true that he had a surprise for her last night and he planned on giving it to her this morning. His cock stirred at the thought of it.

  He carried the coffee and the box up, which wasn’t an easy feat considering the ladder. After preparing what he needed, he sat down to wait for her. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When she saw his setup, she looked at him, puzzled.

  “Lose the towel,” he said, rising from the chair.

  She hesitated for a moment before dropping it, still somewhat shy. Well, what he was about to do was going to push her limits today. His eyes scanned her lithe form. He’d have to contain himself. He had plans for her and he’d have to wait to fuck her.

  “Have a seat, Livvie,” he said, gesturing toward the wide leather chair.

  She sat down, legs close together, hands clasped in her lap, covering up as much of herself as possible while she waited for further instruction.

  He picked up the box and brought it over to her. She took it from him when offered, her eyes that of an excited child. “What is it?” she asked, turning it. It was a medium-size box and was quite heavy for its size.

  “Just a small gift. Open it.”

  She smiled. “That was sweet.” She set the box on her lap.

  “I’m not sure you’ll think that when you see what’s inside.”

  Her expression told him that the look in his eyes worried her just a little. His grin grew wider. Hayden remained standing and watched her open it. She clicked the metal locks on the sturdy-looking box and they popped open. She then raised the lid and tilted her head to the side as she studied the contents. Inside were three shiny, metallic, almost missile-shaped things—one small, one medium, and one quite large. She picked up the smallest of the set and palmed it, feeling the cool, smooth surface, the solid weight of it.

  It was obvious she had no idea what she was holding.

  This was going to be fun.

  For him.

  “What are they?” she asked, looking at him.

  “Stainless steel plugs.” He reached down and took the largest one out, holding it up, admiring it.

  “Plugs? For what? I don’t understand.”

  “I want to take you anally, Livvie. These will help stretch you.”

  That took her a minute.

  “Stretch me?” Her eyebrows went up as her brain registered exactly where these plugs would go. She looked from the smallest to the mid-size to the largest one he held up in his hand.

  “I think you’ll like them. In fact, I can almost guarantee it.”

  “I’m not so sure,” she said.

  * * *

  She kept the plug she held in her hands while he put the box away. She had to admit, she was slightly intrigued, but definitely more afraid. Although she enjoyed anal play, he’d only ever used his fingers up until now. And to be honest, she wasn’t sure if the embarrassment was worth the payoff. She had the idea the plugs were going to take that to the next level. She’d never imagined he would put something like this…missile inside her, not to mention the thought of taking his cock in there. He wasn’t a small man.

  “But first,” he said, returning. “I’m going to shave your pussy. Spread your legs. In fact, put your feet up on the arms of the chair.”

  “You’re what?” she asked, closing her legs tighter as he dipped a bar of soap into a bowl of water.

  “I’m going to shave your pussy. I want you completely bare for me. Now, spread your legs wide.”

  She looked at him for one moment. The air of confidence around him was remarkable; her body and her mind’s natural reaction to it was to yield, to submit. But there was something that gave her pause, something almost as erotic all by itself. Her reluctance added one more layer to her final submission because she would ultimately give it; she knew it and so did he.

  “Livvie.” He was patient, but would not compromise.

  She leaned back and placed her feet on the armrests of the chair, spreading her knees wide, baring herself to him. He smiled and looked at her sex, spread and open just for him. She must have turned a hundred shades of red before he knelt between her legs and began to lather the soap all along her mound and beneath. His eyes watched hers the entire time he worked to cover he
r with the stuff and his fingers didn’t miss a millimeter.

  She watched quietly, grateful his gaze no longer held hers, commanding her to look at him, turning shame into utter arousal. She was almost holding her breath as he meticulously shaved her pussy. He was thorough, not leaving a single hair. A heavy silence hung in the air and she wondered if he could smell how excited she was.

  When he was finished, he wiped her clean with a warm washcloth and held a mirror up between her legs.

  “It looks…different,” she said, a flush covering her cheeks as she studied her most intimate parts. She didn’t close her legs.

  “I like you like this. Keep it bare from now on, Livvie,” he said before bringing his face to her pussy and kissing it, his mouth wide, his lips wet. She exhaled. It was as if he were making love to her pussy with his mouth.

  She remained spread wide for him and, still on his knees between her legs, he kissed her mouth and she tasted herself on his lips. She wrapped a hand around his neck, but he took her wrists and held her so that only their mouths were touching. Freeing her hands, he unbuttoned his pants while still probing her mouth with his tongue, and when she felt his cock at the opening of her pussy, she gasped. He was warm, so warm and pre-cum moistened the tip of it.

  She spread her legs wider, but he wouldn’t push in.

  “Fuck me, Hayden,” she said, her voice thick, husky.

  “Not yet. I want something else first.” One finger tickled that something else and she squirmed, making some sound of resistance before he covered her mouth with his once again, swallowing the noise.

  “Come with me,” he said, standing and pulling her to her feet. “On your hands and knees on the bed.”

  Her knees went weak at his words. Was there something wrong with her that she loved this? Loved submitting to him, being dominated by him, making herself vulnerable to him.

  She climbed onto the bed on all fours, keeping her knees wide, watching him over her shoulder.

  “Arch your back,” he said.

  She faced forward and did as he said.

  “Look at me, but put your face and shoulders down. Offer me your ass, Livvie. Like you will later when you beg me to fuck it.”

  A small whine escaped her lips, but she moved into position, offering herself to him fully.

  He made some base sound, taking her in, his gaze that of an animal.

  She remained silent and still.

  He retrieved the plug and lubricated just the tip of it before squeezing some of the lube onto her back. She watched him dip his fingers into the stuff and when he began to circle her virgin entrance with it, she closed her eyes and reached one hand to her pussy.

  An animal sound came from his chest when she did it. “God, Livvie, you drive me crazy,” he said, his finger sliding inside her.

  He played for a while and she continued to rub herself. “Tell me when you’re ready to take the plug. Ask for it and you’ll be allowed to come.”

  She was too aroused to hesitate. “Yes, please. I’m ready,” she said, lifting her hips higher. “Please, put it inside me.”

  “Good girl,” he said, kneeling now on the bed behind her. This plug was about four inches long with a narrower tip that widened slightly then tapered off into a short neck with a round, steel grip. She tensed for a moment when the cool steel replaced his warm fingers, but relaxed as he pressed it into her slowly, taking his time and playing with it, fucking her with it. “Almost there. Are you ready to come?”

  “Yes. Oh, god, yes.”

  “Come, Livvie,” he said, pushing it farther until it was seated to the hilt, the rounded base the only thing visible now.

  When he penetrated her pussy with his cock, it took only moments for Livvie to climax, the sensation of having both holes full almost overwhelming. She called out when he pounded into her, gripping her hips hard, his thick cock stretching her pussy while the plug stretched her asshole.

  He made a now familiar sound as his cock pulsed deep inside her pussy before he stilled, semen filling her as she convulsed with one final, violent orgasm.

  Chapter Nine

  “When can I take this out?” she asked, lying on her belly on the bed, watching Hayden’s wet, naked body as he toweled off after a shower. She wanted him again in that moment, her passion seemingly insatiable.

  “You’ll wear it a while longer,” he said.

  “What’s a while? And am I just supposed to lie here with this thing inside me?” she asked.

  “I’ll take it out when I’m ready to replace it with something bigger,” he winked, grinning.

  She narrowed her eyes at him.

  “But as for the second part of your question, no, you won’t lie there. I’d like to take you to see our airships.”

  She turned a surprised face to him. “Really?”

  “Really. If you want to see them, I mean.” He zipped up his jeans and searched for a t-shirt.

  “Are you kidding? Yes. Of course. How many are there? I’d glimpsed the one.”

  “When was that?”

  “Oh,” she smiled. “When I worked in the kitchen with Jenna that first day. Is that a problem? Now, I mean, is it a problem?”

  “I don’t see why it would be at this point. Just don’t mention it to Marc or Shane.”

  “They still don’t trust me, of course.”

  “They were a part of my squadron when we fled Magnus One and they both lost friends over the years. Can’t blame them, Livvie, but they’ll come around. I promise.”

  “Did they know Simon too?”

  Hayden didn’t quite meet her eyes when he nodded a yes.

  “Let me guess, they didn’t trust him either.”

  He came to sit on the edge of the bed and helped her to sit up, holding her hands in his before answering. “It doesn’t matter. I did.”

  Tears once again threatened. “Thank you.”

  She noticed that his eyes also went a little softer, a little sadder, when talk turned to Simon. “Come on, get dressed. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

  She nodded and cautiously stood. “Is this thing going to fall out?”

  He smiled. “No, it’s secure. It will only come out when I take it out, which I’ll do when we’re back.”

  Her clit came alive at his words and something fluttered inside her belly. He was going to fuck her again, fuck her ass this time.

  “I’ll wait downstairs,” Hayden said, planting a kiss on her forehead and leaving her alone to dress.

  * * *

  Hayden hadn’t talked to Marc since he’d told her who Livvie was. And he hadn’t shared his plans with Shane either. He knew he could trust her and that was the most important piece of this. After processing what she’d learned, she’d accepted it fully and quickly. A part of that spoke to her believing that the resistance fighters were perhaps right in their quest for freedom.

  When he heard her on the ladder, he turned to watch her gingerly descend to the first floor. Although the plug he’d inserted had been the smallest of the set, it was still sizeable and had some weight. He’d found this box, sealed, along with some other items, in the back of a shop on the main street in town. He imagined it had been some sort of sex shop and although most items were unrecognizable at this point in time, some were made of a material that had survived the years.

  “So, I’m curious. Why exactly are you taking me to see the ships? And how many do you have?”

  Hayden escorted out the front door with a hand at her low back. “Seven complete ships at this camp are ready to fly. One we’re still working on,” he began as they walked toward the hangar.

  “And the rest of my question?”

  He’d wondered how long it would take her to ask that one. He stopped and turned to her. “I want you to fly with us, Olivia. I want you with me when we attack Magnus One.”

  * * *

  She stared at him for an eternity; the only thing that came to mind was the one thing that mattered: Katie.

  “I will teach you wha
t you don’t know about our ships. I know they’ve come a long way since the twenty years I’ve been gone, but I think you can do it, Livvie. I’ve known it all along.”

  “What do Marc and Shane think of your plan?”

  “They don’t know yet.”

  “Well, that should go over well.”

  “Let me worry about them. I’m still Commander, remember.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, saluting. But her next question weighted the otherwise light moment. “Was Simon going to fly against Magnus One with you?”

  “We weren’t even close to ready then. Simon helped to give us information we couldn’t have come this far without, some coding for the aircrafts, as well as information about the city itself, its weak points, its strengths. I’d like to talk to you about those things as well, see what you know. You might have information that can help us.”

  “Simon was higher ranked than I was. I hadn’t even graduated yet, remember.”

  “You might know more than you realize.”

  “I’ll answer your questions and help however I can. But Hayden, I have a question for you.”

  “What’s that?” he asked as they turned the corner. The door of the hangar stood open and sunshine glinted off the metal of one of the aircrafts.

  “What about Katie? What’s going to happen to her? I mean…especially if—when—there’s an attack?”

  Hayden didn’t meet her eyes.

  “What’s she doing here?” came Marc’s hard voice.

  Hayden and Livvie both turned to face him as he walked out of the hangar. Shane walked out behind him, wiping his hands on a towel, his clothing smeared with grease.

  “She’s here to help,” Hayden said. “She’ll take Shane’s place. Olivia will be flying the last aircraft. Shane will remain with the camp. They’ll need a strong leader.”

  “Over my dead body,” Marc said, stalking aggressively toward them.

  “I think our tour’s going to have to wait,” Hayden said to her. “I want you to go home and wait for me, Livvie. Go straight home.”