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Captive, Mine

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by Natasha Knight


  “Your cock.” Her voice grew stronger. “You want to fuck me.”

  He looked down, smiling. “To be honest, I was thinking of whipping this plump little bottom of yours again. And thinking about that makes my cock hard, Lily.”

  “Why? I did… what you told me to do.”

  Another small, but definite, movement of her hips against him.

  “There doesn’t need to be a reason, girl.” A shudder passed through her body, and he pressed himself to her harder, his lips moving against the wisps of her hair. “That bothers you, doesn’t it? That I’d punish you just because I wanted to? Or does it confuse you? Do you wonder why your cunt is dripping at the idea?”

  “I’ll never want you, Lake. Never.”

  “If I reach down to feel that pussy of yours, I’m going to find it soaking wet, aren’t I? What do you think that says? I think it terrifies you to know your body wants what it wants.” His finger tapped the back of her skull. “No matter what the mind says.”

  “Chemistry isn’t love. It means… nothing.”

  “Doesn’t it?” He grasped a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back, making her hiss with the pain. He tasted her trembling lips, felt the heat of her rapid breaths, as he kissed her harder. He explored her mouth possessively. That mouth, those soft, swollen lips were his, just as the rest of her was. He pressed quick soft kisses to the corners of her mouth, the tip of her nose, even a long, gentle one over her moist eye. He’d tried to fight this before, the passion rising within him, and barely succeeded, but now he gave in to it, kissing her savagely again, her lost moan swallowed up by his ravenous lips. Her tongue met his, tentatively at first, then she gave way, kissing him back, surrendering to his control, to his lust.

  Running his hand down her body, he plunged it between her cheeks, seeking the wet heat of her sex. He could already smell her on the air in the small, still room, the scent of her arousal unmistakable, something he knew he’d never tire of. His fingers slipped between those bare, swollen lips, plunging deep, testing her, confirming what her words denied.

  “So wet,” he breathed against her lips, pressing a hard kiss to her once more, triumphant, catching her lip between his teeth, making her whine even as her bottom pressed urgently against him now.

  “No,” she said. “I don’t…”

  “Don’t fight it, Lily. It doesn’t matter anymore. Just let go.” His fingertips slid over her hard clit, circling it gently then more insistently at her hard gasp, her thighs squeezing his hand. “There’s no right or wrong in this. Let go.”

  “Lake… I can’t. Please.”

  “You can, Lily.” He brought his sopping fingers up to her lips, forcing them into her mouth for her to suck. He pulled them away, kissing her again, tasting her upon her lips, his mouth watering at the clean scent of her. “This says it. This is the real you. Stop fighting it. Stop pretending and be who you really are.”

  “I don’t know… who that is anymore.” She jerked up onto her toes, panting as his fingers worked her clit even harder, the little bundle of nerves growing bigger by the second. “I don’t…”

  “You do know, Lily.” He leaned his forehead against her temple, his lips caressing the curve of her ear. “You’re mine. Accept it.”

  He curled his fingers into her cunt, the shocking wetness making him growl with animal lust. She reared up, groaning as he alternated stroking within her heated sex and worrying the hard bud of her clit.

  “Let go, Lily. Give me this. Surrender to it.”

  He worked at her cunt harder, the curling strokes of his fingers coming faster and faster, her hips bucking up and down as his hand thrust into her.

  “Lake! Ah God, that’s… oh fuck!”

  He smiled at the urgent need he heard in her voice, her swollen pink lips locked in an O, her eyes squeezed shut, that gorgeous hair wild around her blushing cheeks.

  “Please! Oh God, please!”

  “Let go,” he said against her ear. “Just let go, Lily girl.”

  One last, hard curl of his fingers within her and she let go a harsh, almost surprised scream, her body convulsing, her head thrown back against his shoulder, teeth clenched. He made her ride his fingers all through those gushing convulsions, her juices bathing his hand and wrist, dripping to the floorboards between her feet.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

  “Yes, let it come, girl. Let it come. I want all of it.”

  He swirled a fingertip over the hard, swollen clit, and she screamed louder, her entire body stiffening, her hips rotating against his painful erection in a halting, bucking rhythm.

  Lake kept at her, the wet sounds if his fingers plundering her cunt, not letting her rest, the dripping, molten sex widening around not one but three fingers now as he forced them deep, pushing her up onto her toes once more, her head, the dark curls sodden with sweat, falling forward between her outstretched arms.

  “No… God, I can’t… again.”

  “Yes, you can, girl. You’ll come for me again.”

  Twice more, his relentless fingers stirred her up again, mercilessly working the hard and no doubt sore little clit until he brought her to climax, and twice more, she screamed out her release, her voice growing ragged as she pleaded though her final orgasm, sweat running down the sweet trough of her spine, her entire body trembling, legs shaking as he let her back down to her feet with a gentle, wet slap of his hand against her soft buttocks. She let go of the ring, sagging to her knees, leaning against the wall as he let her go, tears streaming down her face, words tumbling from her lips, almost unintelligible.

  “No… more, so… much. God, Lake…”

  But he wasn’t done.

  He dropped to one knee behind her, one hand working at his fly, the other catching up her hands in his, pulling her to her feet with ridiculous ease, marveling again at how small she was, how light she felt in his hands.

  “Put those arms against the wall, girl. Move your feet back.”

  His throat felt constricted, the effort to form words becoming more difficult as he looked down at the blushing, bruised buttocks, jiggling as she haltingly obeyed.

  “Lake…”

  “Farther, Lily. Stick that bottom out now.”

  She looked back at him, her eyes glazed over.

  “Face forward,” he barked, giving her ass a harsh slap. “And keep that head down.”

  Her curls flew as she obeyed instantly, dropping her head between her arms, her fingers working against the rough surface of the wall above her, her forearms braced against the wood.

  He had to crouch down some, the differences in their heights stark in this position, his hand clamped to her hip, steadying her swaying bottom. His cock jutted before him, bouncing as he adjusted position. He slapped it against her soft buttocks, taking firm hold of her sore cheeks and yawning them apart, exposing her cleft to his gaze. He touched the broad, weeping head of his cock to her tight little bottom hole, smiling as it tightened further in fear. He wiped the pre-come onto the silky smooth, vulnerable flesh of her anus, her breath coming in harsh gusts.

  “Please. Not there, Lake,” she said, desperation, and something else, in her tone. Her voice had gone husky, almost rough, from her screaming, and he found he liked the sound of it very much.

  He swirled a thumb over her cringing bottom hole, spreading the liquid over it until it shone with slickness, then he tapped the broad head of his cock against the wet, vulnerable anus. “Relax, Lily girl. I’m not taking this ass — yet. Just something for you to think about for the future.”

  He placed his cock against the slickened labia, luxuriating in the feeling of anticipation, noting the way Lily’s thighs tensed, but her hips canted back subtly, opening herself ever so slightly, her body betraying her yet again. He thumbed the soft, wet labia wide, the vision of the bright pink of her inner flesh making his mouth go dry, the slickened lips of her sex catching the light.

  No going back from here, Lake.

  He stood at the Rubicon
now. This really was it, and no amount of rationalization or equivocation would change the truth of things. But as he looked down upon her, caressing the round bottom spread before him, the scent of her cunt making his mouth water, he knew what would be done. Right or wrong, there was no longer any doubt.

  “Try to relax, girl. Stay still. Very quiet now.”

  He slid into her in one long, firm stroke, forcing a yelp from her lips as he made her take the full length of him. She shuddered, and he threw his head back, his eyes closing at the feel of her pussy clamping him in that heated embrace, one he knew he’d never tire of. He sighed, letting her buttocks close one more, transferring his grip to her slim waist, using it to pull her tight to him as he took up slow, deep thrusts, reveling in the whimpers and gasps he wrung from her as his cock plundered her depths. She surprised him. She was a slight woman, and he was a big man, yet she took every inch, even as it made her pant and groan on every deep thrust.

  “Lake, oh fuck…”

  “Tell me, Lily. Tell me.”

  He gave her harder, more punishing thrusts, her curls bouncing as she braced against the wall.

  “Feels… so good.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she shook her head as if to fight the words themselves. “God, so… good.”

  He took her even harder then, his need to be inside her overtaking all sense or reason. He was embarrassingly close to coming already, but he couldn’t stop. There’d have to be another time for relishing the clench and squeeze of her soft pussy as he fucked her. Now there was only his blind animal lust. She cried out as he rammed into her even harder, the head of his cock striking her cervix.

  She moaned, reaching down between the wall and her body, pinching her own nipple.

  “More. Oh fuck… more!”

  Reaching under her, he closed a hand over hers, making her pinch harder, slapping her bouncing breasts then helping her squeeze those nipples again until she whimpered with the pain.

  He smacked her ass, hard, taking a handful of her hair and pulling on it as he brought her completely off her feet, staked upon his cock. He crushed her against the wall, her cheek against the wood, her moans rising with each ever-harder drive into her depths.

  “Fuck! So hard… so hard!”

  “That’s right, slut.” he ground out, pinning her to the wall, his hips pistoning against her, driving the breath from her. “Almost there. Fuck, your cunt… so tight.”

  He looked down, loving the way his thick shaft spread her little pussy wide as he pushed as deep as he could, the feel of his pubic hair rasping against her hot, soft buttocks, the slap of his flesh against her. Her juices were so copious, he could feel them dripping from his swinging balls.

  Reluctant she may have been, but her body had completely surrendered to lust.

  “I’m going to.” She grew more frantic in her movements, her hand clamping onto his forearm the nails digging into his flesh with a flash of hot pain. “Coming… Lake”

  His hand slipped down and found her sensitive clit again. If anything, it was even harder, more prominent than it had been before. As his fingertips stroked around it, then over it in quick circles, she cried out, her nails digging into his forearm even deeper.

  “Oh God. Hurts, Lake! Too much!”

  “This little clit’s sensitive, isn’t it?” He gave it a tweak, and she let out a lost shriek. “You’re going to come one more time, slut. Once more. I’m not done fucking you until you come.”

  And come she did, as his fingers worked that clit mercilessly, as she pleaded with him to stop, to never stop, that she was going to die. Then she exploded, thrashing between him and the wall, her writhing hips bouncing him away before he caught his balance, pinning her again as he whispered promises and threats in her ear. He gently squeezing her mons in his palm as he brought her down, his cock pounding away within the tight, wet clutch of her cunt the entire time. He brought them down to their knees, then, and he pressed her head to the floor, her hands at the base of the wall.

  He stroked her sweat-soaked hair as he switched to slow, steady thrusts, his cock now screaming for a release that he was just barely able to stave off.

  “Very still,” he said in a low, strained voice. “Very quiet now, Lily. I’m gonna fuck this cunt now.”

  He plunged then as far as he could, slowly, slowly until she’d taken all of him again, and she moaned at the incredibly tight fit, her buttocks twitching under the grip of his palms. Holding himself still inside her, he reveled anew at the way she writhed beneath him, her head turning left then right, her moans almost continuous.

  Incredibly, her cunt squeezed him then, hard, and it set off the chain reaction of his climax. He slammed into her over and over, each thrust driving a cry from her, his hands clamped onto her hips bruisingly hard. Then his orgasm boiled up from behind his testicles, his eyes rolling back as incredible sensation blanked out every sense in the white explosion of pleasure. His come poured forth, filling her to overflowing as the last spurts subsided. He braced himself on his hands over her, his sweat dripping from his chin onto her upper back. She stayed crouched as she was, her bottom high, as he breathed above her like a great bellows.

  “Lake… I. I don’t…”

  “Shh, now. Just relax, girl.”

  He stroked her hair again and patted her bottom, his cock still deep within her, and only now starting to soften. Her pussy still gave his cock little spasmodic squeezes that made him groan, his teeth clenched. He tightened a hand in her hair, pulling her up until she lay back against his chest, his cock not yet released from the jealous clutch of her wet cunt. He clamped an arm under her breasts and drew her up with him as he stood, the little woman as light as a doll in his arms. She hissed under the stricture of his fist in her hair, and he let it go, the long, sodden curls swinging around her head as it lolled forward, Lily muttering a curse under her breath.

  Then he laid her down upon the mattress, pulling her tight to him, his wet cock nestled in the cleft of her bottom, his hand taking firm hold of her breast as he settled her back against his chest.

  She murmured something, and he squeezed her closer, giving her soft breast a little slap.

  “Sleep, Lily.”

  Chapter 10

  The blanket was tucked up under my chin when I woke some time later. The room was dark but for the light that streamed in from the one small window. The memory of what had passed between Lake and I projected its image onto my mind. I closed my eyes against it but it was quickly replaced by another and then another. What had I done? Had I even tried to make him stop? And if I had said no, would he have stopped?

  The room smelled of sex, of him and of me. My entire body ached, my pussy was sore and when I sat up, the pain on my bottom reminded me of what would happen when I disobeyed.

  I pushed the blanket off altogether. Even though it was cold in the room, I didn’t want it on me. I wanted a shower and I wanted not to think about what had just happened. This didn’t make any sense. The things I was feeling didn’t make any sense.

  Shivering, I switched on the lamp beside the bed and really took in my surroundings for the first time. The room wasn’t very large and looked like a work/guest room. Maybe it had been intended as the former and he’d converted it into the latter when he had decided to kidnap me. But when had he decided to kidnap me?

  But did it matter anymore? I was here now.

  I tried the door first, knowing it would be locked, and it was. The high window was too small for me to fit through, but at least I could see out if I stood on tiptoe. It must have been early because a low mist covered the ground, the droplets making the grass sparkle in the sun. All I could see—for as far as I could see—were trees. It was beautiful and very different from the city I was used to waking up in. The only sound here was that of birds and nothing else; even the air seemed more still.

  News flash, Lily: you’re not on a fucking vacation.

  Shaking my head, I turned back around to find that the floor in the farthest co
rner was tiled. It looked like he had been building a bathroom but had stopped partway through. I went on to the boxes stacked against a corner and opened the one on top to find it full of books. I lifted it off and looked inside the next one. Same thing, more books, and the last one was the same. I dusted off my hands and stood then decided to restack the boxes so he wouldn’t know I’d looked inside them. Part of me rebelled against that last little act, not liking the fact that it was a sign of my fear of him, of what he could and would do to me, but I pushed it aside and continued my search.

  The closet was next. There was no lock on the door and I opened it to find snowshoes and two pair of cross-country skis. I even picked up one of the poles but put it back down. What was I going to do, swing it at him? Then what? Get punished again, that’s what. If I was going to physically attack Lake, I’d have to make sure I killed him this time. Or at least knocked him out long enough to get out before he could grab me. I would never be able to overpower him otherwise.

  A suitcase was stored on the top shelf and I pulled it down, sneezing with the dust it brought with it. It was heavier than I’d expected and landed with a thud on the bare floor. Laying it on its side, I unzipped it and pushed back the top then sank back to sit on my heels, goose bumps raising every hair on my body.

  Neatly folded clothing and several pairs of shoes filled the case. From the smell of it, it hadn’t been opened in a very long time. I lifted out a sweater from the top. It was soft, angora, the color a pretty blush making me think of ashes of roses. I set it aside and picked up another. This one still had a tag on it. It was brand new and in my size. Digging deeper, I found pants, jeans and skirts, several nighties and more sweaters. All of them were the same size, and the shoes were close enough to my own size that I could wear them. I wondered how long he’d had these things, if he’d kidnapped others before me. A new urgency would have sent me into a panic but I heard the key slip into the lock, and, as quickly as I could, I shoved the suitcase back into the closet and closed the door, running to sit on the bed, hoping he wouldn’t find out what I’d been doing.

 

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