Mastered by her Captor (3 page)

The device sped up and she bit her lip, pleasure taunting her. She would not succumb.

She didn’t know how long the drive lasted—she’d lost all track of time while riding the vibrations pulsing through her—but they finally slowed and the car pulled up in front of a beach house facing the ocean.

The driver opened her door and helped her from the car. Thankfully, the vibrator inside her had stopped. Erik walked with her up the stone walk to the front door, then unlocked it. He pushed it open and gestured her in ahead of him.

She sucked in a breath at the luxurious surroundings. The furniture was all clean, contemporary lines in neutral tones, but the artwork was bright and colorful. Huge windows overlooked a large terrace, complete with infinity pool, and a stunning view of a sandy white beach and the turquoise water of the ocean beyond.

The driver carried the luggage inside, then closed the door behind him.

She turned to Erik. “This is lovely—”

But his mouth stopped her words, his hands tight around her waist, holding her hard against him. Then he backed her up, his tongue driving into her mouth. She felt the wall at her back and his hand pushed under her sarong and found her slick flesh. He stroked her soft petals, then ground his pelvis against her. His cock was thick and hard.

He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her across the room, then down a hallway. He swung open a door and a quick glance around told her this was different than any other room in the house. It had
things
in it. Unusual things. Like floggers and riding crops. Chains on the wall. Odd furniture she could only guess at the uses for.

He pushed her against the wall and chained her wrists above her head. The metal cuffs held her arms suspended at a forty-five degree angle upward.

Erik backed up to inspect his handiwork. He stripped off her sarong and let it drop to the floor, then he stroked her intimate flesh again. He unclasped her bikini top, then pulled the strap, which connected behind her neck, over her head and tossed away the scrap of fabric.

His hand covered her breasts, stroking them roughly, then pinching the nipples until they were as hard as beads.

“Do you like me touching you like this?” he murmured.

His hands, although rough and aggressive, fueled a flame inside her, setting her need ablaze.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice deep with yearning.

He stepped back and she almost whimpered at the loss.

He sat down in a comfortable chair facing her, then pulled out his phone. He tapped and the vibrator buzzed inside her. She arched her hips forward. She was intensely needy from his touching on the long flight, then the vibrations he’d tortured her with in the car.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

The vibration increased and she moaned louder.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

She nodded, caught up in the tumultuous pleasure.

“Answer me,” he commanded sternly.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Listen to me. You are not to come.”

Her eyes widened. “But…”

“Are you defying me?” he demanded.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Call me Sir.”

“No, Sir, I am not defying you.” The words came out in gasps.

“Good.”

The vibrator switched to a pulsing motion, driving her wild.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked.

She opened her eyes and realized his hand was wrapped around his thick cock. The sight almost sent her over the edge.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood up, his hand still gripping his cock, and walked toward her. He stroked over her slick flesh, then pulled on the cord attached to the device inside her and tossed it aside. It bounced on the floor and continued buzzing as it rolled away.

Then the hot tip of his cock pressed against her. She gasped as he drove into her in one deep thrust.

“Oh, God.” She couldn’t stop the groundswell. “I’m sorry, I…”

His cock twitched inside her and she felt the orgasm wash over her.

Watching her face, he drew back and drove deep into her again and again, driving her pleasure higher. He was so thick… stretching her impossibly wide…

“Say my name,” he urged in a whisper against her ear as he kept thrusting fast and hard.

“Erik,” she moaned. Another wave of pleasure washed over her. “Oh, God, you’re making me come again.”

As he pumped, she shattered around him, her insides quivering in ecstatic spasms.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he drove deep into her, pinning her hard to the wall.

His cock erupted inside her and she catapulted to a new level of bliss, wailing at the intense ecstasy claiming her body.

Finally, he drew back, his cock slipping from her. Silently, he released her wrists, then led her to a bed in the corner, and clamped a thick collar around her neck. Attached to the collar was a chain about ten feet long.

Then he turned and left the room.

He was leaving her here.

She had to go to the bathroom, but she found that the chain was long enough to allow her access to a small bathroom right near the bed.

When she returned to the bed, she sat down, wondering when her captor would return.

* * *

Erik unpacked his bags, then stretched out on a lounge chair to enjoy the sea air and sunshine. He set his tablet on the glass table in front of him, propped up so he could see Kalie in the app tied in to the security camera in the dungeon room.

She was sitting on the bed patiently awaiting his return.

His cock ached as he remembered plowing into her, her hot, wet body clamping around him as he’d fucked her. He’d been so turned on after hours of sitting beside her on the plane, gazing at her naked body, touching her slick folds, but denying himself release. Then knowing she could barely stop herself from coming as he controlled the vibrator inside her… Fuck!

He wanted her again.

But he’d give her time to cool off. And maybe become a little nervous at her surroundings.

He wanted to keep her off balance.

In about an hour, he’d bring her outside for some fresh air.

* * *

The door opened and Erik stepped inside. Kalie stood up as he approached.

He unfastened the chain from her collar.

“Strip off your shoes and stockings. The garter belt, too,” he instructed.

She sat on the bed and unfastened the garters. He sat down beside her and stroked her breast as she glided one stocking down her leg, then pulled it off. As she pulled down the other stocking, his fingers glided between her legs, then pushed into her opening. She finished pulling off the stocking, trying to ignore his intimate touch.

But the heat blazing through her made it difficult.

“I’m going to take you out for a walk. Stand up.”

Panic surged through her. All she wore was the leather collar.

“Please, Sir, will you give me more to wear than this?” She didn’t want to go out in public totally naked.

“Yes, I have another little something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like small clamps on a chain.

He opened one and fastened it to her nipple. It squeezed painfully. He attached the other one and she blinked back tears at the pressure on her sensitive nubs. She realized there was a third clamp and—

“Oh,” she cried at the pinching on her clit. She stared down at the little metal clamp attached to her most sensitive bud.

He hooked a leash to the metal ring on her leather collar.

“Let’s go.”

He led her from the room, through the beach house to the terrace. When he opened the door and led her outside, she cringed, but soon realized that there was no one around. There were no other dwellings in sight and the beach appeared to be totally private.

The chain tugged on the collar as he walked across the terrace toward the beach. She kept up with him and soon felt the fine, warm sand between her naked toes. He led her toward the water and soon they were walking along, ankle deep in the warm, salt water.

She began to enjoy the sun on her body and even the pinch of the clamps had become a pleasant sensation.

After about twenty minutes, she saw green foliage ahead. Soon she realized it was a thick hedge. Definitely trimmed. Erik lead her around the bushes to a stone path. She froze, hearing voices nearby.

He glanced at her frozen form. Then he tugged on the thin chain attached to the clamps and her nipples ached. Another tug and her clit burned with painful pleasure.

She shook her head. “I can’t go where there are people who’ll see me like this.”

“But you forget. You don’t have a say. You are my prisoner and you do what I tell you.”

He coiled the leash around one hand and clamped his other hand around the length of chain right beside her collar and tugged, jarring her forward. She followed, her heart thumping wildly.

They stepped into what looked like a resort, with villas overlooking the ocean, a pool, lounge chairs, and a lot of people.

But this was clearly no ordinary resort. There were other women on leashes, some on all fours like a dog. One woman was leaning down drinking from a bowl of water, her naked ass exposing everything she had.

In fact, almost all the women were totally naked. And many of the men.

“What is this place?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“Let’s just say it’s a place where a man can take his slave or captive and share, sell, or trade her.”

Her eyes widened as her gaze shot to his. Oh, God, he wasn’t going to… to sell her? Kalie had heard a rumor from her other friends that Sylvia had been sold during her pursuit of her fantasy. In fact… it had been Erik who had bought her.

Did that mean he’d have no qualms about selling Kalie now?

Maybe he wouldn’t go that far, but trading her temporarily? Or sharing her? He’d already said he’d do the latter.

A man approached Erik, his gaze on Kalie. He had a tall brunette on a chain. He spoke to Erik in hushed tones and Erik listened, but then shook his head. Erik grabbed the chain near her collar again and led her past the pool and through another set of bushes. Beyond those bushes was a grassy clearing encircled with lovely gardens. There were also several people sitting on a small set of bleachers. Despite the rampant nudity, Kalie was embarrassed and kept her gaze to the ground. Erik led her to the bleachers and tugged her to a sitting position beside him. Only then did she realize what everyone was watching.

There was a woman, naked and chained over a bench. Her backside faced the audience. A man stood beside her, flogging her back. At each blow, she groaned. At the same time, another man, sitting on her other side, stroked between her legs. Her back was striped red. Her ass arched as the man stroking her slid his fingers inside.

Another flick of the lash and she groaned again.

The man tossed aside the flogger. Kalie watched as the man unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His cock was long and thin. He walked behind her and, as everyone watched, he pressed his rod against her slick opening and pushed inside. Soon he was thrusting deep and hard, smacking her bottom with his hand as he fucked her.

She moaned.

“Do you like this, bitch?” the man demanded. When she didn’t immediately answer, he swatted her ass harder.

“Answer me!”

“Yes. Please fuck me.”

He groaned as he jerked inside her, clearly finding his release. Then he stepped away. Immediately, the other man drove inside her. He pumped hard and fast, also smacking her ass with his hand with every thrust. Soon he groaned his release, too.

The first man turned to the audience. “This bitch is still in heat. Anyone else want a turn?”

Two men surged from the audience. One had his pants off before he reached her. His cock drove into her and she moaned. The other man shed his pants, then wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped as he watched the first man fuck the woman.

She moaned and threw her head back as she came. The man pulled out, then the fourth man shoved his cock into her and fucked her hard. She wailed again, then collapsed on the bench when he was done.

The man who seemed to be in charge—the first one who’d fucked her—released her bonds. One of the other men led her away.

“Now, would any of you like your slaves punished?” the host asked.

Erik turned to her, his gaze speculative. Horror shot through her and she shook her head.

No
, she mouthed, pleading with him.

But he wrapped his hand tight around her leash right beside her collar and she feared he was going to drag her up there. Her breath caught.

“I see we have another disobedient slave in need of punishment,” the host said.

Oh, God, no.

Erik tugged on her collar, but pulled her onto the bench in front of him, so she was cradled between his thighs.

It was another man who led his woman forward.