Beautiful Captivity (The Club #1)

by Ashleigh Townshend

  I take my belt from the dresser and loop it, before bringing it down lightly on her ass. She doesn’t move or make a noise.

  “Did that hurt?” I ask her.

  “No,” she says. “I want it, Zane. I want you to hit me. Please.”

  I wind up and bring the belt down harder, but she still doesn’t move. There is no cry, no recognition of pain, but also not recognition of pleasure.

  “Baby, are you sure?”

  “Please, don’t hold back,” she begs.

  I bring it down again, this time as hard as I can, and she jerks back from the lashing. She cries out and I feel guilt, until I reach between her legs and feel how wet she is.

  “You like that, Nichole?”

  “I love it. Again.”

  I hit her again, and she grows wetter. She repeats again, and each time I hit, and then check her pussy. She is so wet that I don’t know how she hasn’t flooded the carpet with her juices now. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to possess her, so I wind up one more time, bringing the belt down hard across her ass, and then I turn her.

  I push her body up onto the bed and start at her feet. “These are my feet. You use them to come to me when I call,” I command. I kiss along her legs and her thighs. I skip over her cunt, because that’s where I want to end.

  “This is my stomach. You eat when I tell you.” I continue my journey upwards. “These are my tits. I will touch them, tease them, bite them, at my will. You will not wear anything that will allow men to see even a hint of them, because they are mine, baby.”

  She moans. “Yours. All yours.”

  I kiss her lips. “My mouth,” I tell her. “My eyes. I only want you to look at me.”

  “I could never look at another man,” she says.

  I smile and move back to my prize. I almost come just looking at it. I spread her legs wiser and lick the length of her pussy. I let out an animal growl, and go back for more, licking and sucking her pussy and her clit. She begins to buck up toward my mouth, but I hold her hips down so she can’t claim more than I want to give her.

  “This, baby, this is all mine. No one has been in here, and no one else will. This is where my cock belongs. This is where I belong. You have given it to me, and it’s mine. You understand.”

  “Yes, Zane, I understand. My cunt belongs to you. I am yours to control, to own. I want you to own me. I want you to use it, because it’s yours. Only yours. It will only ever be for you.”

  I bring my mouth down on her again, but it’s hard to focus, because I need to bury myself. I need to feel her. I give in to the lust, although I tell myself I will learn more control, and make it last longer in the future.

  I press my cock against her entrance, which is flooded, waiting for me. I can feel the heat from her, and I want to slide in, but I wait until she looks me in the eye.

  “You will not come, until I instruct you. I want you to hold your orgasm. Or I will not allow you to finish tonight.”

  She nods, but as soon as I enter her, I feel the telltale clenching of her pussy. She will never be able to hold out, but I want to keep my word.

  “Think of something else, Nichole, because if you start to come, I will leave, and you will sleep alone tonight.”

  Her

  …

  When he enters me, I try not to come. I try to quell the rising ecstasy brewing, but he is right. He belongs inside me. It’s a homecoming, and I need him. I can’t control it. As he thrusts deeper, and I feel his body arch above mine, it happens almost instantaneously. I was already so wet, so turned on from his belt and his words, and now… I can’t stop. The tingles explode on each nerve ending, and I feel it starting.

  “Yes,” I cry, but then, he’s gone. He’s left me empty, needing. The orgasm is right there. I can feel it, but it won’t come. It’s on pause and Zane stands from the bed.

  “I warned you. Perhaps tomorrow, we can try again.”

  And he leaves, to sleep on the couch. I want to follow, but I know he won’t care. He won’t give me what I want.

  The ache in my pussy is agonizing. I look around the room, hoping for something, anything, to take his place, but there is nothing. I reach between my legs and touch myself, pulling the orgasm out, but it’s dissatisfying. I come, but it’s only a hint of what he could have given me, and I want to cry.

  “Zane,” I call, over and over, but he doesn’t come back. I almost get up, go to him, but I can’t handle his rejection. Instead, I roll over, and fall asleep, trying to forget the yearning my body feels.

  …

  I wake to Zane behind me, rubbing his hands along my hip, and pressing his erection against me, between my legs, the head of his cock slipped just slightly between my folds. I jerk myself back toward him, but he anticipates and matches the movement, so only the head remains in position.

  “Are you ready to do what I ask?”

  I nod.

  “I can’t hear you, baby.”

  “Yes, Zane. I will hold the orgasm. I will only come when you tell me to. Please, please, fuck me.”

  He bites my neck and growls into my ear. “No. I don’t want to hear that language. What do you want?”

  “I want you to take what’s yours,” I say.

  “Yes, this is mine. Mine. Say it, Nichole. Say that it’s mine, as I fuck you so hard you scream. I want you to know what it means to be fucked. You continue to use that language, and so I’m going to fuck you. I am going to show you the difference between what we have done, and fucking. Roll over, onto your back.”

  I do and he spreads my legs wide, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He moves back to slide the head of himself into me and looks at me, his eyes dark.

  “Say it,” he commands.

  “Take what’s yours. I am yours.”

  “Mine,” he groans, and then he plunges into me with force I could never have imagined. He holds my feet on his shoulders and pushes hard, deep, with everything he has, repeating the word, “mine.”

  “Yours. My cunt is yours,” I say.

  He fucks me. It’s hard and rough, and as I start to come, he freezes and growls, “did I tell you you could come yet?”

  “No.”

  “Stop.”

  I do, somehow controlling it, somehow slowing my breathing, as he fucks me harder and rougher. I feel like my pussy has been stretched as far as it can go, but he keeps thrusting. He makes noises like an animal, grunting as he clutches my ankles and uses them to lift my ass to him. He goes so deep that all I can feel is his cock.

  “Fuck, baby, I am so lucky. Why am I lucky?”

  “Because I am all yours.”

  “That’s right. And now, you can come. I want you to scream my name so loud that everyone knows what you are, that everyone knows who owns you, that everyone knows that this cunt it mine.”

  At the word, I let go, and the orgasm that has been building since last night is like a dam collapsing. I tighten and feel his cock throbbing through the entirety of my pussy. I can’t take it and I just let this insane bliss take me, into a world of absolute pleasure. I lose reality, and all there is is Zane, and his movements on top of me, and inside of me. He kisses me everywhere, and whispers my name.

  “You are so beautiful when you come,” he says.

  I feel beautiful. I feel powerful. I don’t know how or why, because what brought me here is beyond crazy, but I don’t feel like a young college girl in Zane’s arms. I feel like a woman, a goddess. I have all the control, and although he plays these games with me, I realize that I own him just as much. He loves me.

  “I love you, Zane,” I whisper, as the last tremors of orgasm take me away into semi consciousness, and he brings his mouth down on mine. He doesn’t say it back, but I know. I can feel it in his lips, his tongue, the muscles in his back, and in his thrusting. He. Loves. Me.

  HIM

  …

  She rides her orgasm to completion, and I know it surpasses not only the time before, but also all that she imagined it could be. M
y own has been building and once I feel her fall limp, her body useless after the absolute pleasure she just experienced, I let her legs go and she pushes her thighs tight, guiding me to my own.

  Love. I told myself it was a fantasy. This is lust. There is nothing else. I don’t love. There’s no love left in me. But as I look at her eyes, glazed over from coming, and see her lips turn up into a satisfied smile, it’s for sure. I am a fool. I love her. I will die to protect her. I just might die to protect her, actually.

  The knowledge of it does something else to me. It brings my orgasm to heights I have never experienced. With Bella, she was my first, and I didn’t know sex. Not like this. But since Bella, sex has been carnal, lust, no connection. Now, as I stare into Nichole’s eyes, it’s clear. We belong to one another.

  The orgasm takes over and thought fades. It is just our bodies, giving and taking, and Nichole takes me to places I thought I would take her. I sit up and push deeper, feeling myself reach the end of her, and she tightens. She holds me inside, and it is a rush, both physically and emotionally. I’m sated after I fill her with the warm cum, but it’s not just my body.

  “Baby,” I moan, and fall against her, still inside of her. I want to remain inside of her until I’m ready for more.

  The night is perfect. She is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until someone kicks in the bedroom door.

  …

  I don’t recognize him. I don’t recognize this place. He’s huge, covered in tattoos, his head shaved. He knows me, though.

  “Tell me, Zane. What could you possibly have been thinking? First, you kill a client. That could have been covered up for you. Things could have been okay. But then you took an asset. Not just any asset either, but Willow, the most valuable asset that particular house possessed. As if we would not find you. As if you wouldn’t pay.”

  “Do what you need to do. Just leave her alone.”

  He laughs, a frightening laugh, the sort of laugh people laugh in movies before they stab you. “Oh, no, Zane. We will do what we need to do. But she will not be left alone. In fact, she looks like she’s something special to you. I am going to enjoy myself with her. She will earn back what we paid for her – and you will watch. After that’s done, I will personally be honored to kill you both.”

  I’m not afraid of him. I’m not afraid of dying. I am afraid for her, though. I watch him. I may have to bide my time, but I will stop him from touching her. Somehow.

  “What do you want from me now?”

  “I want you to explain what you were thinking. And I want you to come up with a plan to earn back the money you lost us.”

  “There are other girls. They can-”

  He cuts me off. “No. The other girls cannot. She has outstanding bids. She will return, and she will honor them.”

  “Fine. But allow me to return with her.”

  He looks at me warily. “And why would I allow that?”

  “She trusts me. If there is any way to get her to go back, to get her to do what you want, you need me. When she pays her debt, you can keep her there to earn back what she owes. And kill me. But let me go with her.”

  He considers. I have to hope I was convincing. Fortunately, it really doesn’t matter, because although they could force her, I’m right. It will be easier if I help. She isn’t going to want to do it, but she will fight back without me there. And that could end with her dead.

  He’s not happy, but he leads me to the room where they have her. She’s chained to the bed, metal restraints in the walls holding her arms, and the chains linked to the bed frame for her feet. They have her naked and spread eagle, and I worry that they’ve touched her.

  The other man pushes me into the room. “We’ll come for you eventually. We still have questions. Convince her. I don’t care how. After you’re done, feel free to fuck her. That’s a sweet pussy. I can see why she cost so much. I’m looking forward to it myself.”

  He slams the metal door behind me. Rage tightens my muscles, but there is nothing I can do right now, and Nichole needs me.

  I sit beside her. She turns to me, her face bruised. Those fucking assholes. I will kill them all. I can’t believe they hit her. She’s not going to be much use to them, if they think they’re bringing her back to earn her bids, since she’s already sporting a black eye.

  Tears spill down her face. “I’m sorry,” she says.

  “Shhh, baby,” I whisper, and do my best to hold her, even with the restraints. “Why?”

  “They touched me, Zane. That’s all, but I’m yours. I don’t want their hands there.”

  My conviction that they need to die grows. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll get out of here.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t know, but I’ll protect you. I promise.”

  Her

  …

  I’m happy he’s here. This time, I saw where they brought us, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in an abandoned warehouse outside the city that they’ve renovated as some kind of, ironically, safe house. I don’t think they care that I could identify them, as I’m pretty sure I’m not expected to live very long.

  “They’re going to kill us,” I say to Zane.

  “No. Well, not yet. They want us to go back. They want you to earn back what you should have brought in. After that… well, they’ll kill me first. I don’t know what they plan to do with you, but it won’t be good. It doesn’t matter, though, because I will get you out of here, baby.”

  “I don’t want to do it. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”

  “I know,” he says. “I don’t want that, either. But we will figure it out. I told you, you belong to me. All of this.” He runs his fingers lightly over my entire body. I can’t believe it feels good, in this situation, but it does.

  “Zane, I’m scared. I was scared when you took me, but you were kind. They’re not kind.”

  He kisses me, brushing my hair away from my face, which is nice, since I can’t move my hands. “Shhh,” he whispers. He’s trying to distract me, and it works. I want to forget. I just want to feel him.

  “Please touch me,” I beg. “Help me disappear.”

  He nods and slides down my body, until his face is between my legs. I don’t want to die, and I’m scared, but chained to this bed, there is nothing I can do. At least Zane can make me feel something else for a while.

  His tongue slips between my folds, and as soon as it’s inside, I focus on nothing but him. If we got out of here, I don’t know what my life would be. However, he is my life now. College is something a different girl wanted, a girl from a different world. Now, all I want is Zane. Inside of me, with me, just us. I won’t go back, though. No one will touch me. I swore to him that every part of me was his – and it will remain that way, even if it kills me. I won’t let him die, but no other man will be where he belongs.

  He makes me come with his mouth, and I wish I could touch him, could do anything for him in return, but I can’t. I can’t even move my body except to twist my hips, but I tell him through my sounds and gasps of pleasure just how good he is.

  When I’ve come, he lies across me and kisses me, so that I can taste myself on him. It would normally bother me, but he relishes my body so much that I feel excited, grateful.

  “Nichole, when we get out of here, when this is done, do you want to go home?”

  I shake my head. “You’re my home, Zane.”

  He smiles. “Well, to Atlanta.”

  I think about it. I’m not that girl anymore. Could I just go back to school, act like none of this happened? Could I listen to my mom tell me that she knew this would happen, that this is how men are? Since my dad walked out when I was a kid, she’s always been angry. If she knew, she would tell me that it figured, that men will always ruin a woman.

  And Zane. Could he be worked into my life? What would he do all day while I was in classes? My mother would hate him, because he perpetuated everything she always warned me about. But I don’t see that in him. I see a man who was as angry
as my mother is, a man who made a bad choice, and never saw a reason to make a good one.

  “I want to go where you are,” I reply. “There’s nothing left there. There was never anything. I guess it’s why I didn’t fight more. I had so little to lose.”

  “But now you do?”

  I nod. “Now I have everything to lose.”

  He runs his hands over my stomach, my hips, my breasts. I wish I could touch him.

  “What about you, Zane?”

  “I never had anything. When I was young, and naïve, there was Bella. And I thought she was all women. So it wasn’t that I had nothing to lose, but that I just didn’t care. But you’re different. You remind of the man I was, the man I could have been. With you, Nichole, everything’s at stake, because with you, I can be a better man.”