Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) (5 page)

Lady

I awoke nude and viewing the most beautiful man that I have ever laid eyes on standing at my bedside. His dark skin hair and eyes immediately drew me in. It was Akmal and suddenly all of the anger and rage that I had experienced with him was gone. Now he was just this beautiful brown skinned angel that I wanted to ‘take’ me.

He stood beside the bed in nothing but jeans with the top button unbuttoned. I eyed his smooth chest and let my eyes roam down to the thin trail of hair running its way past the button of his jeans and down into the groin of a man who
m I was convinced—was the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen.

I licked my lips and looked at him with eyes that I knew were glazed over with lust.

I felt so deliciously euphoric.

It wasn’t until he spoke, that the apprehension set in.

      “You have that come and fuck me look.”

I was taken aback by his blunt demeanor and tried to rise.

Akmal calmly removed the cuffs from his back pocket and secured my wrists over my head to the wood framed bed. I noted that there was black rod iron hook that had been secured into the wood and I knew that it was there for occasions such as this. That simple hook held my arms back, up, and over my head—basically rendering me helpless and at Akmal’s disposal.

“What the fuck,” I shrieked.

I quickly went from mesmerized, to pissed off.

Akmal began tweaking a nipple. Little did I know—that it would cause the aphrodisiac in my system to kick in. Already he was playing my emotions from one extreme to another. In a matter of seconds he had taken m
e from anger at being subdued—to pure lust. I wanted him to fuck me—to violently and viciously fuck me.

I felt as if every nerve in my body was on high alert. I spread my legs raising my bottom half off of the bed and moaning as if in agony. There was no
embarrassment, nor inhibition—only hunger. I wanted what only Akmal could give me.

Akmal

       I ran my tongue over my teeth making a sucking noise with my mouth, it’s a habit I have. I usually do it when I come to the conclusion of a thing or when I’m irritated. This time it was due to coming to a conclusion.

“There it is. That’s it.”

    I slowly ran my finger up and down her sweet little pink pussy and watched her eyes roll back in her head. Seeing her in distress and knowing that I was the one who put her there had my cock so hard that it hurt.

I leaned down sucking on a pink nipple. She was so different than the women in my part of the world. She was definitely my type. I loved American women, blonde haired, light eyed, American women. Her defiance and knowing that I would systematically break h
er down was a drug to me. It only made her that much more alluring.

I leaned down in her ear and whispered, “I bet you want to cum don’t you?”

I had every intention of tormenting her—playing with her like she was my little fuck toy.

“Oh hell yes,” she cried out.

“Oh girl that aphrodisiac is really working on your little system. I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve for you. I have access to things that you have never before encountered. We deal with our women differently where I come from, but you will learn; oh will you ever learn.”

I straddled her leaving my jeans on but unzipping them.

I began running my cock up and down her slit, over and over, bringing her right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.

I stroked my cock as I spoke to her. Watching her moan and writhe was turning me on.

      “I so enjoy taking a woman and bending her to my will, especially a defiant, disrespectful little entitled brat, such as yourself—you deliberately disobeyed me”

        She started begging, pleading, apologizing, her whole body danced as she moane
d. She was so compliant now.

“Oh please, I need your cock in me. I’m begging, I’m pleading, I’ll do anything! I need you to fuck me, Akmal.”

I tossed my head back groaning as the explosion of cum shot out of my loins and all over her abdomen.

Her cries of defeat as she screamed “Nooooooooo, fuck you!” when she realized that she
would not be receiving release were absolutely delicious.

Akmal

          Akmal stood arrogantly looking down on her as he applied a mentholated cream to her labia and clit, the cream and the aphrodisiac would insure her torment.

The Sadist in him learned a long time ago that leaving a woman seething in he
r juices with no way of release was a torment that went much further than a strap to the back.

There were many ways for a man to make his point and finding out new ways of putting
someone in a state of distress was half of the fun of being sadistic. This would be a lesson that she would not easily forget.

He viciously grabbe
d a handful of hair, “Fuck me? Fuck me?” he repeated, “No fuck you!”

He yelled in his native tongue,
“Cage this bitch and cuff her so she can’t pleasure herself. If either of you so much as touches her I will kill one of your family members.”

Ther
e would be no touching of her—she was now property—Akmal’s property!

Akmal

Akmal made his way to the dungeon and eyed the American beauty. He tightened his cufflinks as he stared down at the juices that flowed freely from her neglected cunt. It was not her moistened inner thighs and sex that caused his cock to harden—it was her crying out to him.

“Akmal, please I beg of you, anything, oh please Akmal, I
will do anything that you want—anything that you ask of me.”

Oh the vulnerability that this woman exuded right now was absolutely delicious.

The way she was begging with her eyes—her body—everything in her cried out in desperation and it cried out in desperation to him. The pure power of it all was fucking delicious. He lived for moments like these.

Her green eyes were glazed over with lust and just a bit of dampness bathed her
beautiful white, creamy flesh—flesh which was such a contrast to his Middle Eastern brown skin.

Memories of the night
before flashed across his mind as if it were a movie playing. The pleading in her eyes had now turned to anguish due to the herbs that he had subjected her to. Yes, being from the Middle East definitely had it perks.

Her head hung to the side and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She now begged more desperately than she had the previous evening.
This time black mascara ran down her face and the sight of her being unkempt and completely at his mercy was delightful.

Akmal knew that he was kinky when it came to sex. He enjoyed power, control, pain
, and bondage. He couldn’t have scripted a scene this to his liking if he had planned it. That was what made his little captive different, she had all the makings of meeting his sexual deviance without even trying—she was perfect for him.

Once she noted that she had Akmal’s attention she shamelessly
cried out to him for release—release not only from the cage but from the torment of the herbs in her system.

Akmal shifted his arm and brushed the arm of his tailored suit off, “I rather like the way that you loo
k from up here. Looking down on you as you beg is very pleasing to me.”

She tried to rise up towards him
desperately shaking her head—agreeing to what—she did not know.

Akmal’s cock was so hard
that the imprint of it could be seen through the tailored pants that he wore.

“I am a reasonable man,” he waved his hand. “You may be released from your cage
. I have made my point and disciplined you for your insolence, and you see—discipline need not always be corporal in order to prove a point.”

Akmal bent down and twirled a piece of Lady’s hair as he seductively whispered,
“Assure me that you are staying without trying to escape again and I will pleasure you right now.”

Lady turned her face in Akmal’s direction and opened her mouth breathing heavy.
Akmal took his finger and ran it around the inside walls of Lady’s mouth and just that act made her feel as if she were coming unglued.

He continued to taunt her as he spoke,
“My slave. My little fuck toy. Here to please my deepest, darkest, sexual tendencies. Why you would think that it was ok to leave the grounds after I specifically mandated that you not do so is beyond me. I can assure you that I am not pleased with having to repeat myself.”

Lady intently listened to the gorgeous man who whispe
red her secret fantasies to her as if he were reading her like a book.

Every pore of her bo
dy oozed need—she needed what he was describing to her and before she realized it, she had screamed out the word “Yes, I agree!” At this point she would have agreed to anything that Akmal mandated, so agreeing to not try to escape again was more than feasible.

Akmal

Akmal unlocked the cage and loosed Lady by wrapping his hand in her hair and jerking her from the cage in one swift movement. He slung her onto the dungeon bed dropping his pants and commanding her to position herself on all fours.

He began taunting her by slathering the juices that ran down her leg into her skin and making his way back up to her slit but never making contact. He watched as her hands wrung at the sheets, clinching until her knuckles were white. He began running the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her cries of anguish fueled his sadistic te
ndencies. “I want to hurt you—oh fuck—I want to hurt you.”

He wrapped
a hand in her hair and twisted using it as a type of rein. He jerked her head back and slowly slid into her groaning. She was so tight and she felt like a furnace due to the herbs that he had subjected her to. His thrusts became more aggressive as orgasms coursed through her. With each orgasm she clamped down on him more aggressively until it felt like she was milking his cock.

He fell down over her back and growled into her ear, “There is no time for pillow talk. I have business to take c
are of. If you disobey me again I’m going to take a horse whip to you!”