A Rebel Captive

by Thompson, J. D.

  After dinner, he moved them to the living room. The wine made her a little unsteady on her feet. He sprawled across the couch then pulled her down between his legs and rested her back against his chest. Her head fit perfectly against his shoulder. Reaching for the remote control, Cole pressed a button and a wall panel pulled back revealing a TV.

  “After a soul sucking day of sessions, I like to sit back and do something mindless like watch a movie, does that sound good?” He started flipping through TV channels.

  “Yes, my lord,” she said, holding herself stiffly against him.

  Bide you time, make him happy, and always look for a way to escape, she thought, but too much of his body was in contact with hers. He rested his hand and remote against her hip, still channel surfing. His other hand went to her stomach, pressing her further against him. She wanted to scamper away, curl up on the other end of the couch, keeping herself away from his touch. But she was tired and feeling sluggish after two helpings of stew, her body growing heavy. He was hard and muscular, but warm and she felt herself unintentionally sinking into him.

  Settling on a ‘who done it’ thriller, Cole tossed the remote on the coffee table, but not before pressing a button to turn off the lights and another that caused the fireplace to roar to life. She would’ve been happy to watch anything. For one, TVs were a luxury in her District, a luxury she couldn’t afford and second it meant he’d leave her be. There’d be no stripping away clothing, no violation of her most private parts, and no forced orgasms, hopefully.

  The darkness was like a blanket, shielding her from her circumstances. After a while, her body slowly began to relax against his, she even shifted a little, getting comfortable and snuggling deeper against him. She liked the movie and wanted to pay closer attention to it, but Cole’s hands started to softly stroke her hip, her stomach, her arms. She felt like he was everywhere, engulfing her. He lightly pressed his face against the top of her head and breathed her in. The light, playful, touch of his fingers felt like such a perversion of intimacy. Her body hummed with sensation and she knew she should pull away, stiffen and reject his subtle exploration of her body, but instead, she melted deeper against him.

  She turned, so her chest was against his, her head rested just below his chin, and she pressed her hand to his chest, her thumb absently brushing back and forth across him. He continued to gently touch her, stroking her back, making her want to arch and moan in delight, but he made no further move. At one point the movie made her jump, she’d always been jumpy when it came to scary movies. She startled and clung to him, burying her face in his chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. There was something about the way his chest rumbled when he laughed that made her blush.

  He kept his arms around her, holding her to his chest. With her curled up against him so open and soft, Cole wished the movie would go on for hours. He found her jumpy reaction so cute and vulnerable, it made him playful. So when he felt her tense slightly as the movie’s suspense grew again he couldn’t help himself. He jerked his arms, making her yelp and press into him again. She stayed like that for a moment before looking up at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

  “What a little scaredy cat,” he laughed as she made an indignant sound and lightly smacked him on the chest.

  Cole couldn’t help, but laugh even louder and gently pressed her head back down to rest against him. This was how he wished it could be between them all the time. After a while, the warmth of the fire and Cole’s soft stroking lulled her to sleep. She tried to stay awake, but she was emotionally exhausted and utterly satiated. He continued to touch her, enjoying the softness of her skin and the gentle pressure of her body against his. The movie ended and he didn’t hesitate to put another one on, not that he was paying any real attention, it was an excuse to stay like that a little longer. About half way through the movie Olivia started to mew. She shifted against him, her hand curling into his shirt.

  “No,” she moaned, shaking her head. Her breathing became heavy and frantic. “No,” her voice grew louder, more terrified.

  Cole wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her, but she started to shake even more. “Don’t let them,” she begged into his chest.

  “Wake up.” He shook her. “Livie, wake up. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” She jerked awake, gasping.

  She looked at him, her face a mask of confusion and fright. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked her.

  Shaking her head, Olivia seemed to be whipping away the dream itself. “Nothing.”

  His arms tightened around her. “Olivia.”

  She pressed her forehead against his chest, refusing to look at him. “I dreamt you gave me to the soldiers. They were beating me.”

  There was silence for a few moments. “Is this the same dream you had the other night?”

  She nodded into his chest. His arms tightened around her, he was lifting her up off the couch and carrying her into the bedroom. The quick movement caught her off-guard and she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. With the skirt of her dress lifted up and her legs around him, she was open, her hot center pressed against him and he knew this was it, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He lowered her onto the bed and yanked her dress up over her head, trapping her hands in the fabric. Olivia started to struggle against him, tried to pull her hands free, but he just pushed her hands over her head and pressed them to the mattress. She was stretched out underneath him in nothing more than her black bra and panties.

  “Don’t do this,” she cried squirming.

  She started to beg him to stop, but he stifled her protests with his lips. His free hand stroked her naked flesh. Her lips stayed clamped shut and she tried to move her head away, but she was trapped.

  “What? You don’t want to open up for me again?” he asked against her lips before moving to her neck, licking and biting against her skin.

  He wanted to show her all that he couldn’t tell her, demonstrate just how much he wanted her. His tongue was causing her skin to burn and she jerked her shoulders, trying to get him off of her. She stilled when she felt his fingers hook into her panties and pull them down. He slid his fingers between her lower lips and she cried out, trying to move away from him.

  “If you keep struggling, I’ll bind your hands and feet and once I’m done fucking you - I’ll leave you that way all night.”

  She stopped moving, hating the idea of being bound for even a moment let alone hours. Cole slipped a finger inside her and Olivia whimpered, desperately wanting to dislodge him. His lips returned to her neck, shoulders, and collarbone while his finger began to slowly thrust in and out of her. He released her hands, but warned her.

  “If you move your hands, you’ll deeply regret it.” He emphasized the word ‘deeply.’

  His now free hand went to unclasp her bra and pulled it up her arms, trapping it in her dress. He took a nipple between his lips and bit down softly. She moaned while using all of her self-control to stay still. Pleasure pulsed through her as he alternated between nipping and sucking at her breasts. He inserted a second finger into her. With his thumb pressed against her clit and his fingers stroking inside her, he was hitting all of her nerve centers and she couldn’t hold back her rising pleasure.

  “You’ll cum for me, Livie,” he growled against her nipple.

  He was right; she could feel her orgasm building. She bit her lip, hard, trying to focus on a different sensation, but he started flicking her nub and the fight was over. Her body trembled as she came, her muscles contracting around his fingers, and she couldn’t hold back a loud moan.

  “That was fast, my little pet,” he chuckled.

  Taking advantage of her distracted state, Cole quickly undressed. He returned to her, spreading her legs, and smiled as he felt her body start to tremble at his touch. It was the first time she was able to see him completely naked. He was still built like a soldier; muscular, broad shoulders framed a well-defined stomach and trim waist. She wanted to
run her fingers along his stomach. He pulled her legs farther apart and moved to press his erection against her opening. Feeling him stroke his member up and down her folds, Olivia couldn’t help, but react. She jerked her hands up, wanting to push him away. He expected it and pressed her back down, using the motion to slowly push the tip of his cock into her.

  “No, please stop,” she cried, but her protesting quickly changed to panting as he entered her.

  “Olivia. You’re so tight. So fucking good,” he said between gritted teeth.

  He grunted, struggling to be gentle with her. Inch by inch, he pushed into her, loving the way she squirmed trying to accommodate him. When he was fully inside her he stopped, giving her a moment to adjust to his large size and taking the time to enjoy the feel of finally being buried deep in her pussy. When he started to slowly pull out of her, she released a soft cry, his hot, incredibly hard member had her feeling so very full that his retreat felt like a substantial loss. He pulled all the way out and again slowly pushed back into her. She was so slick he moved in her with ease. Her body throbbed with tension and licks of pleasure.

  She gasped as he came to rest again, fully sheathed inside her. He dipped his head to catch her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Picking up the pace, Cole started to thrust in and out of her, his tongue matching the motions of his cock. One of his hands grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her face closer to his, deepening his kiss until he was on the verge of bruising her lips. His other hand went under one of her knees, pulling it up closer to her chest. The adjustment allowed him to pump deeper into her and on the next thrust he bumped against her cervix. She moaned against his lips with a mix of immense desire and pain.

  The sound made his control slip and he started pumping into her faster, harder. She quivered against him, as his groin pressed her clit every time he bottomed out. He pulled away from her lips and watched her face as he quickened his pace. Her eyes were shut tight, but her face contorted in pleasure. His cock grew impossibly hard as he watched her tongue dart out, licking her lips.

  “No, no, no,” she cried, but this time, she was talking to herself.

  “I’m not going to stop until I feel you cum on my cock.” He warned her and he moved one of his hands, pressing his fingers against her clit.

  She screamed and struggled against the cloth trapping her wrists. He didn’t try to stop her; Cole could sense these struggles were different. Her hands came free and she reached for him, pulling him down to her rather than pushing him away. Her touch broke any restraint he had left and he pounded into her while pinching her clit.

  She screamed again and he felt her walls contracting around him. Her muscles gripping him drove Cole crazy and after a few more strokes he was spurting his seed into her with a loud guttural moan. His orgasm shook him to the core and he collapsed on her, completely spent.

  “Oh, fuck,” he panted against her.

  Cole couldn’t wait to do that again. She was soft and tender, still wrapped up in the aftermath of her orgasm, but after her breathing slowed and she came down from the pleasure she started to stiffen in disgust and humiliation. He rolled off of her, but pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her.

  “How… how could you,” she said softly.

  He wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself. She tried to pull away from him, but he locked his arms around her, keeping her pressed up against him.

  “Shhhh, Livie.” He stroked her hair and held her tight against him, making her calm herself while still touching him.

  “I’m not on anything… no protection.” She was near tears and desperately wanted to pull away, but his hold wouldn’t allow it.

  “Well, that’s the point,” he snapped, disappointed by her reaction. “We take slaves to show our dominance over the enemy, what better way than to fuck and impregnate their women.”

  She started to cry. He eased his hold on her, but didn’t entirely let her go. He wasn’t sure why he was so upset by her response, why he said such terrible things, it made him feel foolish. Did he really expect she’d affectionately curl up in his arms and fall asleep? Cole knew he shouldn’t have been so cruel to her, that his words were malicious, but in the moment he wanted to hurt her. Neither of them slept well.

  CHAPTER 9

  Olivia woke up exhausted. She was naked and pressed against Cole, her arm across his chest. Her lips curled and she tried to pull away from him. He was already awake, already annoyed. He yanked her back against him, not letting her get away.

  “No,” he barked.

  Something in Olivia broke and she fought against him, desperate to get away.

  “Let me go, you fucking bastard,” she screamed and tried to kick at him.

  He grabbed her and twisted her around him. They struggled for a few moments before he managed to subdue her, holding her by the arms. He ended up sitting up with her straddling him. The blankets fell in a pile around them. Caught up in her anger, Olivia didn’t seem to notice her nakedness.

  “I know you’re confused and upset, but that doesn’t mean you can act like a little brat,” he hissed at her, letting go of her arms.

  She snarled and her hand snapped back, before she could get control of her anger she slapped him across the face. He was stunned for a second before his lips twitched into a nasty smirk.

  “You want to hit me? Go ahead, but you better make use of it, you won’t get this chance again. My. Little. Pet.”

  His last words made her see red and she started striking him. He deflected all of her attempts to slap him in the face again, but allowed her to work out her aggression. She thrashed against him, pounding his chest, shoulders, and arms. Every now and then, he’d grunt in pain, but let her continue hitting him. She didn’t realize how her naked body rocked against his, her breasts bouncing and brushing against his chest. He noticed and hardened.

  Her body jerked as she hit him again and her snatch brushed against his erection. She stilled. His smile deepened. Olivia tried to move away, but he grabbed her hips and thrust her down on his cock. He entered her rough and hard, ramming all the way into her in a single quick thrust. She cried out in pain and surprise. She struggled, but he used her movements against her. Every time she tried to pull away from him, off of him, he thrust her back down on his raging erection. She pushed against his shoulders trying to dislodge him, but his hold was too strong. He let out guttural, virile, sounds as he moved her up and down his shaft. She grew sopping wet as she struggled and he forced her to ride him.

  As soon as she stopped trying to get away, realizing the futility of her actions, he flipped them. He had her on her back, holding her wrists down on either side of her head. She thrashed underneath him, her legs kicking out around his hips, but he ignored her movements and continued to thrust into her. Cole pulled all the way out of her, taking satisfaction and pleasure in burying himself completely. Her struggling slowed, her arousal grew. His cock seemed to drive out her anger and replace it with mind numbing pleasure.

  “That’s right, Olivia,” he growled. “You’re mine.”

  She tried to tell him off, but he covered her lips with his and took hold of her hips again, lifting them so he could slide deeper into her. The further intrusion caused her to moan out loud.

  “This pussy is mine.” He bit her lip, hard. “I’ll fuck it when and how I want.”

  She squirmed under him as she felt a familiar tightness start to build.

  “Say it, Olivia.”

  She shook her head and put her hands on his shoulders, not sure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He slowed his thrusts, letting her feel every inch of him moving in and out of her as he kept her orgasm at bay. She startled herself by mewing in protest. The soft cry almost broke his restraint.

  “I’m in control of you and your body, so, you need to fucking say it.” He strained against his own desire.

  Her fingers dug into his skin as pleasure radiated through her body, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly
enough. She needed more, just a little more. His hand went to her throat as a gentle warning.

  “I’m yours,” she said in response, wanting his hand away from her windpipe and fast. He held her there and pumped into her in sharp little thrusts that made her cry out softly with each stroke.

  “That’s not what I said.” Cole tightened his hold around her throat just slightly. He gritted his teeth, his control of his own release slipping. Her little sounds were driving him nuts.

  “This pussy is yours.” She was rewarded with quick, powerful, thrusts that sent ripples of pleasure down her spine.

  “Finish it,” he demanded.

  She groaned, torn between wanting to cum and wanting to defy him.

  “Olivia.” His voice was full of threat.

  “You’ll fuck it when and how you want,” she whispered in defeat.

  He growled, releasing her throat and covering her lips in a hard kiss. Her words sparked something in them both and their coupling became violent. His fingers dug into her hips, bruising them as he pounded into her. Her fingers racked down his shoulders, scratching them. They came together, their cries of pleasure mingling as their orgasms rocked through them.

  Cole rolled them over, making sure to keep his cock still deep inside her. Olivia was lying on top of him. He held her long after he felt her last spasms of orgasm, long after her heart stopped pounding violently. She rested her head against his chest, refusing to look at him. He gave her time to collect herself.

  “Go get cleaned up and I’ll get you some clothes.”

  She moved off of him, wincing as the movement caused him to slide out of her. Without a word, without protest, she went to the bathroom and did what she was told. He called the kitchen and had breakfast brought up. Dressing quickly, Cole paused a moment to run a finger over the scratches on his shoulder and chuckled. By the time Olivia was out of the shower, dried off, and dressed Cole had finished his breakfast. She stepped out of the bathroom and gingerly walked to the living room. The twenty minutes in the hot shower, scrubbing away any trace of him, had also helped with her growing soreness, but she could feel it creeping back into her body, a deeper reminder of what they’d done. She went to sit down across from him at the table, but he stopped her.