Captive Curves

by Christa Wick

  “Yes.”

  I took a deep breath in, let it out with a glacial slowness. “For stripping me naked and tying me to the bed?”

  He swallowed so hard I could hear it. “Yes.”

  “For touching me when I pleaded with you to let me go?”

  “Yes.” His voice cracked at the admission.

  “For letting Manny watch?” Finishing the question, I opened my eyes.

  Dean looked, for a second, like he was going to throw up but then he swallowed and nodded, some of the color returning to his blanched features.

  I tilted my head, my chin angling up in partial denial. I was close to crying again, my nails digging into the palm of my hands as I fought not to. “And for abandoning me to strangers?”

  He sucked a deep breath in. Exhaling, it sounded like my question had punctured his lung. When he spoke again, every word came out raw and bleeding. “You can’t -- you shouldn’t. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

  “That’s for me to decide,” I whispered. I had already forgiven him, long ago. I forgave him during those early months when I waited each day for him to reappear. I forgave him again the week I cried myself to sleep thinking he would stay away and that I meant nothing to him. And what was the hope that had blossomed when I saw him at the library but another manifestation of that forgiveness?

  I stood up, my legs shaking so badly I thought they might give out. “You want forgiveness, I want something, too.”

  “Anything--”

  I raised my hand to silence him. “This isn’t about earning some kind of absolution…”

  Dean rose, took one long step forward and gripped my shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”

  Even now I was incapable of saying the words. He was too damn beautiful -- the depthless green eyes, the sensuous, mobile lips. I was lying to myself if I believed he wanted the same thing -- wanted me.

  Impulse. Desire.

  He had said those words, more than once.

  Impulse…desire…

  Dean pulled me to him, his arms circling me as his mouth dropped to my throat. He murmured something, the words drowned by the thunder of blood in my head. He pressed his lips to the hollow below my ear.

  “This…” He placed another kiss that had my whole face tingling. “This is what you want.”

  In danger of being completely subsumed by my need for him, I tried to extract myself from his embrace.

  “Water…” My throat and mouth had gone suddenly dry, parched by nerves. I pushed weakly at his chest. “Are you thirsty? Do you want a glass?”

  He cinched me tight against his chest, his lips hovering at the corner of mine. “There’s only one cup I want to drink from, little dove.”

  A jolt of need shot through my body. My knees abandoned me. Swooning like some idiot girl-child who had never been fucked, I clutched at his arms. My grip tightened as he gently bit the bottom corner of my mouth and I tried not to grind or moan.

  “Let me take you into the bedroom.” His husky whisper sent a shiver through me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me to him so that his hips molded against my soft lower stomach. “Let me do it right this time.”

  His cock, thick and erect, pressed against my belly. I remembered the slide of it inside me, stretching my pussy as I rode him. The fat head had been like a battering ram gently wielded. I mewled like a hungry kitten at the thought of the merciless pleasure Dean would deliver once unleashed.

  I managed a shallow nod and he scooped me up, overturning one of the dining room chairs. He carried me into the bedroom, placed me on the mattress on my back and covered me with his body. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding my head immobile as he ravaged my mouth.

  His hips wedged my thighs apart, the hard lines of his lower stomach pressed insistently against my mound. A little sound left my throat, twisting and raw.

  Dean froze for an instant and then he pulled back.

  Confused, I looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, the downward cast of his eyes with their heavy black lashes almost demure. His chest rose and fell, almost panting as he breathed through slightly parted lips.

  “Is something wrong?” The slow creep of panic moved through my gut, knotting my stomach.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” His cheeks flashed redder. “There’s just something about you that brings out the caveman in me.”

  Hell yeah! I chewed at my lips, trying to restrain the ridiculous grin that tugged at the corners of my mouth. I rolled my eyes up and to the right, attempting to hide their glint of pleasure. “Well, you haven’t gone completely Neanderthal on me.”

  “No.” A wicked smile surfaced on his face, erasing the blush. “Not yet, at least.”

  His hands pushed down past the scooped neckline of my blouse. The back of his nails raked lightly at my skin as he reached into my bra, palming my breasts for a second before he lifted them from their padded cups. Sinking to his knees, his sucked a nipple into his mouth, both hands squeezing and shaping the fleshy melons.

  His moan vibrated around the sensitive tip, triggering my own soft groan. He nosed the nipple, licked it, his green eyes intense as they stared up at me through their black veil of lashes.

  Dean reached for the hem of my blouse. His hands shaking, he redirected and grabbed my knees. “Top off, baby. I don’t want to shred it.”

  He sucked at his bottom lip, watching me pinch the hem of my top and slowly peel the fabric up. His hands roamed my thighs, roughly kneading the flesh in impatience. When the blouse cleared my bra, I felt his mouth on me again, my erect nipple between his teeth. Tugging the hard tip upwards, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress.

  “That sweet pussy better be soaking, baby.” The top came off just as he shoved my legs apart. “Because you’ve got my cock swollen so big.”

  A little whimper escaped me as I reached behind to unhook my bra.

  “Are you going to whimper like that when I make you come? So soft and needy it makes my dick swell bigger.”

  I groaned, my fingers useless as a hard contraction rolled through my cunt. One hand centered between my breasts, his other reaching behind me, Dean tugged the bra open then pushed me onto my back as he rose up. He kept his hand against my chest, the bra still covering my breasts.

  His free hand palmed my mound, the pressure all that was necessary to drench the fabric and reveal how ready I was. “Damn, baby. You’re going to make me come just watching you squirm.”

  I closed my eyes and tried very, very hard not to squirm. I didn’t want him coming until he was inside me. My ability to stay still lasted all of three seconds. He provoked me with another firm squeeze of my pussy. Pleasure rolled through me, lifting my hips and forcing his name from my lips in a moan.

  Another squeeze and he laughed softly, the sound warm and rich. “I’m going to make you come before I even take your pants off, baby.”

  I shook my head, my eyes still closed as I challenged him.

  “And then I’ll make you come again with just your panties on.” Another squeeze, this one twisting the flesh of my swollen labia. “Then no panties, little dove, just my lips, my tongue, sucking…”

  A tremor hit me, my stomach and thighs quivering as my cunt tightened around an invisible ball, my hips bucking once, twice, three times as I cried out his name.

  “One down, little dove.” He dropped to his knees again, his fingertips slowly walking up over my stomach to the unhooked bra that rested atop my breasts. “So many more to go.”

  Dean flicked the fabric away, his gaze feasting on the flushed skin of my breasts and my puckered nipples. He pinched both nipples, tugging them toward him as his chest pressed rhythmically against my pussy.

  “No pants,” I pleaded, my ass already starting to grind against the bed as another climax welled inside me. “You said no pants this time.”

  Smiling, he stood and unfastened the button and zipper on my pants. “Lift, baby.”

  I obeyed, mewling softly when his knuckl
es brushed against my skin as he pulled the pants from me. Staring down at the dark wet patch on my panties, he licked his top lip. “Still so juicy, little dove.”

  “Very,” I nodded, boldly reaching down to pull the gusset of my panties to one side. I could feel my muscles flexing. My labia jerked, sliding up as the muscled ring gating my cunt opened and closed in invitation.

  “No, no, no, baby.” He shook his head but his gaze stayed locked on my wet slit. “Panties next.”

  “Please.” A needy, horny whine -- it didn’t shame me the least. “You can tease me tomorrow…” I stared into his green eyes, an altogether different plea shaping itself. “Or next week.”

  His eyelids fluttered shut and he nodded, confirming he wasn’t here for one night of fucking before he disappeared out of my life again. He gripped the top button on his jeans, unthreaded it, moved to the next one and down until he was pushing his pants and briefs over his muscled hips. Once freed, his cock pointed at me, every bit as big and mouthwatering as I remembered.

  Stepping out of his bottom clothing, he pulled his shirt up over his head. Angry red lines marked the left side of his chest. Hearing my gasp, he hesitated, his muscles flexing self-consciously before he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.

  “Who hurt you?” I went from sex-crazed to on the verge of crying in a matter of seconds. “What happened?”

  He shook his head, not ready to tell me. “It doesn’t matter, little dove. I’m here.”

  I started to sit up, but he pointed a stern finger at me.

  “No, baby, I want you as you were. Relaxed…” his gaze dropped to my still parted thighs, the crotch of my panties wedged between my wet and swollen labia, “and exposed.”

  My lips opened in protest and his gaze immediately narrowed. “Now, little dove.”

  The hard promise of retribution laced his gentle tone, his fierce gaze so sexy I half-wanted to disobey just so he would punish me. Instead, I pressed my back against the mattress, spread my legs a little wider and drew the fabric against my thigh.

  On his knees once more, his attention focused on my pussy, he sighed. Pinching both labia, he separated them, his head dipping so he could slowly inhale my scent. “I could smother myself between these plump, wet lips and die a happy man, love.”

  My stomach tightened at the last word. I had imagined him saying it a hundred times over the many months since I’d last seen him. Melting into the mattress, I reached for him. My fingers found the short, thick curls of his dark hair.

  “Don’t.” I tugged his mouth closer to my cunt, my whispers of encouragement hot enough to burn my lips. “I still need you to fuck me…to hold me.”

  A slow nod of assent, his lips and nose smoothing over my clit before he took his first lick.

  “Ooh…” My fingers started to tremble in his hair.

  Another lick, harder, his teeth grazing my skin.

  I groaned, a shudder rolling through me as my pussy contracted. The wet tip of his tongue flicked against the opening of my cunt then penetrated me in one long thrust. Slowly, his tongue retreated to slide down the smooth skin of my perineum. Lower still, the tip circled that other small opening, every nerve between my hip bone and my knee firing simultaneously.

  “Fuck me.” I tugged at his hair, urging him to rise up. “Fuck me. Claim me. I can’t go another second without you in me.”

  Dean surged up the bed, his torso surfing over mine, his strong hands pushing my thighs apart as his cock unerringly sank into me. His weight pushing me into the mattress, he tucked his arms against my sides. His feet still on the floor, his knees braced against the edge of the mattress, he started to pump his cock into me. Full length in, full length out.

  “Mine, baby.” His hand found my breast to roughly squeeze and pinch at the nipple.

  “Yes!” I was cresting, my cunt bearing down on him, grinding and rolling along his cock.

  “You won’t accept another.” He kissed me before I could answer, his mouth as rough and demanding as his hands and cock. “You won’t.”

  “No!” Our bodies bounced along the mattress. His merciless thrusts pushed me higher along the arc of my climax.

  He kissed my throat, bruising and biting with his pent up need. “I won’t take another,” he promised, his lips branding my flesh. “Just you -- just us.”

  “Yes,” I sighed. My sheath rolled along his shaft, milking it for the thick building stream of cum.

  His cock rippled inside me, the first jet of his release shooting against my cervix. Groaning, he buried himself deeper, slamming hard into me. I wrapped my legs around him, bucking and squeezing every inch of the way until the last wave of pleasure rolled through our bodies.

  Dean slid onto his side, his hand taking immediate possession of my pussy. He was breathing hard, his gaze dancing as he watched my face. I offered him a sleepy, satisfied smile that he instantly returned.

  “You need a nap, baby.” Giving my throbbing clit one final stroke, he guided me until both our bodies were vertical on the mattress. With the comforter over us, he draped his leg over my thighs and one thick arm across my chest. He nuzzled my ear, his raspy whisper sending fresh shivers racing down my body. “Just a little one because I need to do that again.”

  “And again.” He licked the corner of my jaw, his leg hooking under mine and drawing me closer. “As many times as you’ll let me, love.

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