Captivated_Kobo

by Steph

She takes several seconds to answer and I force myself not to hold my breath, to breathe as naturally as I can.

  “I’m not leaving without the file.”

  Her voice isn’t as strong as it was earlier but the resolution is still there. The breathy quality of her voice makes my balls tighten and my cock throbs against my zipper so hard, it’s going to bear the imprint.

  Triumph floods me with heat and I let the lust have free rein.

  Chapter Five

  Olivia

  The lust in his eyes lights an answering fire deep in my gut.

  I’ve never had a reaction to any other man like I’m having to this one. A man holding me against my will— But that’s not true, is it?

  I agreed to stay and allow him to do whatever he wants to me so I can leave with that file. He says he won’t hurt me and, for some insane reason, I believe him.

  Something about the way he stares at my hair as it hangs over my shoulder. I can’t explain it. I just know he won’t hit me. Yes, he may bite but it would be with my consent. And that’s shocking because I’ve never been the kind of person who wanted that.

  With this man, I feel like I’m allowed to let loose. I mean, I’m at his mercy and I’ve put myself there deliberately.

  It’s almost as if I’m in control. Which is foolish. I know that. I still—

  He leans forward, brushing my hair away from my breast, and puts his lips over my nipple.

  Shock runs through me like an electric charge. I grab the edge of the desk to hold myself steady, I’m already so close to the edge of orgasm.

  Between the adrenaline rush and the fear and the carnality of the situation, I’m surprised I haven’t dissolved into a pile of shaking bones.

  But I am my father’s daughter. Trained by the best. Untouchable.

  Until now.

  And even though he’s only touching me with his lips, he’s drowning my ability to think clearly under a flood of sensation.

  His lips are soft but the suction on my breast is strong. My back arches involuntarily, trying to make him take more of me, or suck harder, or do something. I don’t really know what I want him to do.

  He has his own agenda, however.

  His lips work my nipple as if he’s been starved and can’t get enough. The desk is high enough that he doesn’t have to bend much but I can tell it’s still a strain. If I lie back, he’d have an easier time. And much more access.

  But I know that’s not what I should be thinking. I should be divorcing myself from the situation. Not enjoying it.

  And yet…

  After the past two weeks, I have to admit I’m fascinated by him. Maybe a little obsessed.

  Maybe a lot obsessed.

  Yes, he holds my fate in his hands but those hands are huge and I’ve dreamed about him putting them on me. Dreamed about him using them to stroke me and pet me—

  His teeth scrape across the sensitive tip of my breast and I gasp. He pauses, as if he wants to ask if I’m okay. But then he sucks me in again and I bite back a moan.

  My hands tighten, my nails making indents in the wood.

  If this were in any way a normal situation, I’d be sinking my hands into that dark mess of hair and pulling him even closer. My pussy clenches at the thought of how that hair will feel trailing over my skin.

  Is it coarse or silky or somewhere in between?

  His lips are lulling me into a state between dreams and reality, where the fact that I’m a thief and he’s forcing me—

  But he isn’t using force. I had a choice. I could have left.

  Instead, I’m naked, on his desk.

  Some tidbit of information keeps trying to rise to the surface of my brain. Some fact that I can feel just out of my reach but my brain is so muddled right now, I can’t focus.

  He alternates between caresses and soft bites that make it even harder for me to breathe. He seems to be having no trouble at all.

  Except… I feel his breath against my skin, a hard rush of air that raises goosebumps.

  My pussy aches, already wet and throbbing, and my heart pounds.

  I want to give myself over to the sensation, so new and amazing.

  No other man has ever made me feel like this. Not one. My experience isn’t huge. I’ve only ever been with three men in my life. And the first two don’t count because one was a teenager who had even less of a clue than me and the other—

  I shut off that train of thought when it threatens to open memories better left untouched. The third hadn’t had a tenth of the skill this man possesses.

  As if he senses my thoughts fragmenting, he lifts his head and stares into my eyes. I swallow hard, because that look demands more than I should be willing to give.

  Except I am. Willing. And now I need to know.

  “What’s your name?”

  The words come out barely above a whisper but I know he hears me. His expression doesn’t change but his laser focus intensifies until I want to look away. But I don’t.

  “You rob my home but you don’t know my name?”

  Since the information meant nothing, I say, “I was only told what I needed was here. I have no idea who you are.”

  “And you want to know the name of the man who’s going to make you come.”

  The way he says that word makes heat burst through my belly.

  “I want to know your name.”

  His eyebrows rise slightly. “Sometimes we’re doomed to disappointment, sweetheart.”

  The way he speaks makes that itch in the back of my brain start up again until finally I know what I need to ask.

  “How do you know my name?”

  He doesn’t answer right away, just continues to stare at me until I can barely breathe.

  “That’s not the question you want answered, now, is it?”

  I open my mouth to ask another question but he beats me to the punch.

  “Lie back.”

  The lust that had been fading as questions rose roars back with a vengeance, but I refuse to give him anything more until I get something in return. I know it’s stupid, considering the situation. I know I have absolutely no leverage. But I want his name.

  “Tell me your name.”

  His eyes narrow and I hold my breath, waiting for him to kick me out, without that file.

  He doesn’t. He stares at me with hooded eyes, as if he’s trying to decide how to handle me.

  “I’ll tell you my name and then I want to hear you scream it when you lie on your back and I lick you until you come.”

  Oh my god. I can’t breathe. Air freezes in my lungs and I force myself to make them work. My breasts rise as I inhale and his gaze drops to watch them. The nipples tighten even more and the ache in the pit of my stomach intensifies. Moisture seeps from my pussy to slick my thighs.

  His nostrils flare, as if he can smell my arousal. I watch his throat convulse as he swallows and he moves an inch closer.

  I involuntarily move backward an inch and his lips curl slightly.

  He stays silent for another thirty seconds. “You can call me Aiden.”

  Whether that’s his real name or not, I have no idea. But I like it.

  Which is ridiculous. This whole situation is ridiculous.

  But I’m following through because I have to. Some things are more important than what he wants from me.

  He only wants my body. I can give him that. As long as I get what I need in return.

  Aiden leans forward again and, this time, I don’t retreat.

  “Now that we’ve been introduced… Lie back, Olivia.”

  The desk is wide enough that my head doesn’t fall off the other end. My body is so hot, the cool desk feels good against my back.

  My gaze trained on that beautiful ceiling, I attempt to breathe normally. But anticipation beats in my blood. I can’t see him but I know he hasn’t moved away. The heat of his body singes my shins and my body tenses for his touch.

  Just when I think he must have changed his mind, I feel a brief shift
in the air before his hands land on my thighs.

  I jerk, every muscle in my body tensing before I relax. But I can’t control my breathing and hyperventilation becomes a distinct possibility.

  “Frightened?”

  His voice is so deep and raspy, I can’t help but shiver.

  “No.”

  “Then why are you shaking? You can walk out the door at any time.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  His hands tighten almost imperceptibly on my thighs, as if I’d surprised him. Maybe I have. Maybe he expected me to leave. Is he trying to scare me off?

  Hell, I should’ve run for the window and taken my chances. He probably would’ve caught me but at least I would’ve made a token effort.

  What does he think of me?

  Why do I even care?

  His hands begin to exert pressure on my thighs to move them apart and now I resist, more out of stubbornness than anything.

  I hear him huff, the sound amused, and my jaw tightens.

  Damn him for making me want this, even though I shouldn’t.

  “Are you going to deny me now?”

  His hands still and I want him to continue. Conflicting desires tear at me and my brain runs at breakneck pace, urging me to give him what he wants.

  “No.”

  I make a conscious effort to relax my thighs but they continue to quiver as he slowly pushes them apart.

  Cooler air brushes against the inside of my thighs and against the heated lips of my sex. The ache that’s been growing inside me begins to spread. And when he speaks, I’m afraid I might embarrass myself completely and orgasm just from the sound.

  “So pretty. Are you wet for me, or are you thinking of someone else right now, Olivia?”

  I don’t answer because I’m not sure I would make sense.

  In my mind, I can see this totally surreal scene. Me spread on his desk, him staring down at me like a hawk.

  I want to make him hurry, to get this over with. But another part of me wants him to drag this out all night. I want him to make me come over and over until I can’t scream anymore and he’s exhausted.

  I should want him to fuck me fast so I can leave.

  But no, I want everything.

  “I’m going to put my fingers in your pussy and that’s going to be your first orgasm.” He sounds like he’s having an everyday conversation. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on you and that’ll be your second. Then I’m going to fuck you with my cock and play with your clit and make you come again. And then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you from behind so I can see that gorgeous ass.”

  The images he’s creating in my brain are so erotic I gasp, but when his fingers finally touch me, I moan.

  He moves closer until his hips are between my thighs, holding me open, as his fingers play along my folds. My sheath clenches and I want him to use those fingers to fill me, to fuck me. To give me some relief from this aching desire.

  My back arches slightly as he slides in just the tips of two fingers then retreats. The touch is only enough to make me want more.

  The next time, his fingers slide a little farther, coating them with my wetness. As they sink deeper each time, he scissors them, working my tight muscles open, playing with me.

  “So tight.” His voice is barely audible in the silent room. “Christ, you’re going to feel amazing around my cock.”

  I bite my bottom lip against the urge to encourage him to go harder and deeper. I shouldn’t be enjoying this but I am and he knows it. But I don’t have to feed his ego by begging.

  On the next invasion, his fingers slide in as far as they’ll go and everything goes black as I close my eyes. I’m trying not to hyperventilate but sensation riots through my body. I want to wrap my legs around his hips and bring him closer but I force them to remain down.

  When he twists his hand and his fingers rub against my sensitive inner walls, I swallow a moan.

  But he won’t let me hold back. He withdraws then sinks his fingers deeper again. And when he flexes his hand, the tips of his fingers stroke me high inside, hitting a spot that makes me detonate.

  I bite my lip to keep from crying out but I know he feels my contractions around his fingers.

  He says something I don’t hear because I’m breathing so hard and the blood is rushing in my ears. It takes me at least a minute to be able to breathe somewhat normally and to realize his fingers are still inside me, still stroking me. My body continues to respond, my pussy clenching around him, as if to keep him there.

  Rational thought is no longer an option. He’s replaced reality with dream.

  I want him to continue. I need him to continue, to give me everything he promised.

  I part my lips to breathe more deeply and I swear I can smell his arousal in the air. It’s intoxicating. I want to put my mouth on his body and lick his skin.

  Oh my god. There really must be something wrong with me.

  Then again, he’s played me perfectly. He’s known exactly how to make my body do what he wants, how to steal my breath and my sanity.

  I struggle to rise out of the haze he’s laid over my mind. Shake my head and attempt to control my breathing.

  And then he plants his free hand on the desk beside my hip and leans over me.

  Chapter Six

  Aiden

  I can see Olivia trying to come back to her senses, and that’s the last thing I want.

  Now, I want to see her break apart as many times as possible before I have to tear my jeans open and shove my cock inside her so I can get off.

  Every breath, every move, every sound she makes lights an answering spark in my blood. At the moment, I’m barely holding myself back from fucking her hard and fast on the damn desk.

  I’ve had weeks to think about this night, weeks to plan. But I never expected this.

  I want her so badly I can barely breathe. Every breath gets caught in my damn throat as I watch her struggle against the drugging eroticism that surrounds us both.

  My skin is tight and hot and damp with sweat. My throat is dry and the way she contracts around my fingers in her pussy makes me want to growl.

  If this were one of the women I’d hired, I’d simply pull her to the edge of the desk and fuck her until I came. I wouldn’t care if she did. That isn’t why I pay them.

  This woman… Olivia. Every one of her orgasms is another notch on my revenge scorecard. Another fuck-you to the man who nearly ruined my family.

  Except Olivia isn’t that man.

  I quickly shove the thought away. This is the plan. At least, it was the start of the plan. The first step.

  And if I enjoy it… Well, no one will know. Olivia might suspect but when I send her out of the house later today, I’ll never see her again.

  And she’ll never want to see me again.

  Which will be fine. That’s what I want.

  But first…

  Her eyes finally focus on mine. With the fingers of one hand still inside her, curling and uncurling against the delicate inner tissue of her sex, I stare down at her, schooling my features into a blank mask.

  At least, I hope she can’t read me. If she could, she’d see just how much I want her and that’s not part of the plan.

  “Did you enjoy that?”

  Her lips part, as if I’ve shocked her, then they firm and she gets that stubborn look I’ve grown accustomed to already.

  She doesn’t answer my question but I didn’t really expect her to. I just wanted to see that look.

  “Because we’re not finished.”

  Now I drop to my knees and I hear her gasp. Her knuckles are white from the death grip she has on the desk but she doesn’t try to close her legs. I think she might actually try to open them farther.

  Her aroused scent fills my lungs and my mouth waters. I swallow hard and withdraw my fingers. Her moan when they finally slide free is music to my ears.

  I grin, and it’s probably a good thing she can’t see because I’m sure I loo
k like a hungry animal. Which I am.

  The tender folds between her legs are so damn pretty, glistening and puffy with lust. She’s shaved off all the hair but a small patch on her mound and her lips are smooth. And tempting.

  Shaking my head to move the hair out of my eyes, I crowd even closer. She must be able to feel my breath on her thighs because her back arches just slightly, lifting her mound and putting her pussy at the exact right angle.

  I refuse to deny myself anymore and lean forward to put my mouth over her.

  Her taste shoots straight to my groin, making my already aching cock painfully stiff. I want to release it but I don’t want to make my focus away from licking her.

  I swipe my tongue up her slit, with only enough pressure to let her know I’m there, then slick the tip of my tongue against her clit. My hands press high against the inside of her thighs, opening her more so I can put my lips around her clit and suck on the tiny knot.

  Now she moans and arches even more, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth. I push back, teasing her with my tongue, not allowing her to get the pressure she wants. I alternate between using the flat of my tongue to lick at her folds and the tip to play with her clit.

  The more I taste her, the more I want. I could stay here on my knees for the rest of the night, eating at her. Her hips shimmy and her breath rushes in and out of her body as I tease her, stoking my own desire at the same time.

  She’s almost ready to come again but it’s too soon. Too easy. I want her to want it even more.

  I pull back a few inches, knead her thighs with my hands then use my teeth to bite at the soft flesh below my thumb. She’s so pale, her skin practically glows, and she’s so soft I’m afraid I’m going to leave marks.

  Maybe I want to leave marks. A visible reminder of tonight.

  So every time she sees them… What?

  She remembers what an absolute prick you are?

  I shove the thought out of my head. I don’t give a shit what she thinks of me. This isn’t about feelings. At least, not her feelings.

  Still, I can’t help but want her to feel. I want her to respond. I want her to drown and then I want her to leave, broken, a message to her father.

  The effort it takes to gentle my bite comes with a cost. For her.