Mastered by her Captor (7 page)

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, Sir.” She tried not to sound too eager.

He flicked her clit with his fingertip. Exciting pulses of pleasure rippled through her. His finger glided away, then slid into her. He swirled inside her canal. Her eyes fell closed as she enjoyed his attention.

Then a buzzing sound began and she felt something brush against her clit.

“Oh, God.”

He pressed the tip of the big vibrator against her. Pleasure jolted through her.

His fingers—two now—pulsed inside her. He teased her clit with the powerful buzzing toy. She arched against it, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed.

He swirled inside her, the wet sounds audible even over the buzzing device.

“I want to hear you scream when you come.”

The buzzing increased and she felt faint. God, it was so intense.

She arched, the delightful vibrations thrumming through her. She sucked in air, then... Oh, God, her whole body trembled with rising pleasure. Intense and overwhelming.

Then it flooded through her. Blinding pleasure. She moaned. He pressed the wand tighter to her and she wailed.

The vibrations stopped and she crashed to earth, feeling like she’d lost something.

“Did you come?” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir.” But it had been an aborted orgasm. Leaving her feeling empty.

“Do you want to come again?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His finger stroked over her clit and the pleasure rippled through her again. She arched against him and the orgasm rapidly built inside her. When he brushed the vibrating head against her again, a shrill cry escaped her. Pleasure blasted through her. The vibration increased and she wailed, the orgasm shuddering through her body.

He stopped, his fingers and the vibrator leaving her. Her body still shook in spasms.

Then he pressed the vibrator against her on a higher vibration and an orgasm immediately blossomed inside her. She wailed, her arms tugging against the chains.

The vibrations increased and she found herself screaming in pleasure.

But they stopped once more.

“I’m going to make you come again.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. The vibrating head moved over her again and she immediately wailed, her body already trained to orgasm on demand.

When he finally stopped, she gasped for air, then panted as her heart pounded in her chest.

Then he pressed the vibrator to her again. She arched and twitched as the pleasure consumed her.

This time when he stopped, she knew she needed a rest.

“Please, Sir, no more.”

Her words triggered him to touch her again. This time with his fingers first, stroking her over-sensitized nub, then adding the wand. She flew right back to ecstasy.

He stopped and watched her panting on the bed for a few seconds.

“More?” he asked.

“No, please, Sir. I beg of you.”

“What are you begging for?”

“Please, don’t give me another orgasm.”

He smiled. “I can’t promise that.”

He prowled up the bed and over her body. His cockhead brushed against her clit and she practically came again. Then he thrust deep into her.

“I told you I was going to fuck your pussy.” His lips were right by her ear and his breath caused the fine hairs along her neck to stand upright.

He drew back and glided deep again.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. And you
will
come. Then
I’m
going to come inside you so hard you’ll come all over again.”

He thrust deep and fast, his thick cock stretching her as he pumped into her. He brushed her clit with every stroke and an orgasm washed over her again. She moaned, his thick shaft filling her over and over.

She felt faint as bliss battered her with each thrust.

When her orgasm began to ebb, he brushed her clit with his fingertip and she wailed in new heights of pleasure.

She could barely catch her breath as he filled her over and over.

“I’m going to fucking come,” he grated, then pulsed deep.

She felt his hot semen fill her and that sent her pleasure even higher, until she lost herself in the expanding waves of ecstasy all over again.

Finally, he fell on her body, gasping for air himself. He was heavy, but she didn’t mind. She liked him there. Liked his weight on her.

But he rolled away. He stood up, then grasped her face and turned it toward him. Immediately, his cockhead pushed against her lips and she opened for him.

“Make it hard.”

She sucked on him. As he hardened inside her, he rocked his pelvis, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Soon it was hard and at its full impressive length again.

He grabbed some lube from the table beside the bed and she watched him slather it on his immense cock until it gleamed. Then he lay down beside her. He tipped her away from him and she felt his cockhead push against her. Slowly, he fed it into her anal opening.

It was thick, but the slick lube helped it slide in. He stopped when his cockhead was all the way inside her.

“I love your fucking tight ass,” he said. Then he eased forward again, slowly pushing his thickness deep inside her.

Once he was fully immersed, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to his body. His cock stretched her, but she liked the feeling of fullness with him inside.

His fingers found her clit and he teased it. His touch sent pleasure shimmering through her again.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

He drew back, then glided forward. She shifted, knowing she was already close to orgasm again.

He moved inside her in slow, deep thrusts. Her empty vagina contracted in need. He sped up and the pleasure swelled. Building. Washing through her.

“Oh, God.”

“Are you coming again?”

She nodded as the joy surged through her.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her back against him.

“Tell me.” His cock still pumped into her.

“Yes.” The word came out thin and reedy. “I’m...” She gasped when he thrust deeper. “I’m coming, Sir.”

Her pumped faster and she moaned, riding the ecstatic wave of delight. As he kept filling her, she felt dizzying pleasure pulsing through her. It kept building. Impossibly intense.

Then, in a deluge of joyful sensations, she shattered. Trembling in his arms. Ecstasy exploding in every cell.

He groaned and his hot seed filled her. Their two bodies shuddered together, his cock still hard inside her.

Then he stopped thrusting. He held her tight to him and she leaned against him.

Oh, God, that was so intense.

* * *

Erik lay there holding her close to him, his cock still buried deep inside her, willing himself to get up and walk away. But the warmth of her around his cock, the softness of her body pressed so close…

Fuck, the woman had bewitched him.

He wanted to stay here with her. To roll her back and kiss her, then nestle his cock into her warm pussy and hold her so tight she’d never get away from him. But he’d had a woman once who was willing to be his—gave herself over to him as his slave—and even cared for him in her way. But Sylvia hadn’t loved him. As much as she’d wanted to.

He’d known he and Sylvia could never be happy.

Kalie had consciously convinced herself she didn’t want love—which was clearly something she told herself because she was afraid of falling in love again and being rejected.

He’d seen her eyes glowing when she looked at him, which might be love, or the budding of it, but even if it was, they were both gun shy and afraid of being hurt. Neither of them was ready for more so if they continued in a relationship, one of them would get hurt.

He didn’t want to be hurt again. And God knew he didn’t want to see her hurt.

He drew in a deep breath, then slid away from her. When his cock slipped from her body he felt an immediate ache. But he ignored it and stood up, then turned and walked out of the room.

* * *

Kalie shivered at the loss of Erik’s warmth. As soon as he pulled away, she rolled onto her back and watched him leave. He didn’t look back, even as he closed the door.

She sighed, staring at the ceiling, her limbs still stretched wide by the restraints. She had no covers and lay there total exposed. He probably had a camera so he could observe her. Stare at her naked body. Ensure she was okay.

As much as he’d left her here alone and chained up, she knew he would come back if she needed him.

Time passed as she lay there. She found herself dozing off, then waking again. Wondering when he would return. She wondered if she should thrash at the chains. Do something to draw him back into the room.

But what if he didn’t come back even then?

She sighed. She was his captive. If she thrashed, he probably wouldn’t come back, letting her act out her role.

What she really wanted to know was whether this time together had changed his view on continuing a relationship with her.

* * *

Erik watched her on the webcam. There were several cameras in the room giving different views. He was watching the stream from the one above her on the ceiling.

She looked so uncertain. So lost.

She’d been in there for two hours—having slept for half that time. He knew he should go and bring her out. But he just wanted to watch her.

He heard the timer ding. The premade lasagna he’d put in the oven was ready. He closed the webcam window and pushed himself to his feet.

Although he would prefer to leave her there at a safe distance where he wouldn’t be tempted to touch her... to make love to her again... she would be hungry and thirsty, and she’d need to stretch her legs.

And he needed to move forward.

He pulled the lasagna from the oven and placed it on the hot plate on the table, then walked to the dungeon.

As he stepped into the room, she turned to gaze at him. She said nothing as he walked toward her. He unfastened her wrists first. She sat up and rubbed them as he freed her ankles.

He waited while she stood up. She took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. To coax her tongue into his mouth and suckle it softly. That would lead to him pushing her back on the bed and taking her hard and fast.

Which she would probably love.

He disentangled her arms from around him, then strode from the room. She followed behind him.

When he reached the kitchen and turned to see her about to sit at the table, totally naked, he knew he couldn’t cope with being in the same room with her like that.

“Go put some clothes on.”

Her eyes widened and she hesitated.

“Now!” he commanded with force.

She scurried away, then returned a few minutes later wearing the jeans and T-shirt from earlier.

“Now sit down and eat.”

He’d heaped a large piece of lasagna onto her plate and sat a small bowl of salad beside it before beginning his own meal.

She sank into her chair and took a bite of the lasagna.

“It’s good,” she said.

He said nothing. As they ate, she kept watching him, her eyes uncertain.

“Erik, I wanted to talk about—”

“Silence, captive.  I want a quiet meal.”

Her lips compressed and she stared at her plate. Finally, she took a bite of salad.

He finished his meal before her, and carried his plate to the counter.

“Clean up when you’re done, then go right to bed. We’re leaving early in the morning.”

“What? But I thought we had more time?”

“I’ve decided we’re done.” He turned and walked toward the door.

“But… Erik, please.”

Fuck, he’d intended to walk away, shutting her out tonight, then leaving her once and for all tomorrow. But the anxiety in her voice stopped him.

“What?” he said without turning around.

He felt her behind him. Then her hand rested on his arm and he had to fight two conflicting urges. One to snatch his arm away. The other to pull her into his arms and devour her mouth.

He stood unmoving.

“Has this time together changed your mind about us continuing a relationship?”

He turned to face her. “No. There is no relationship between us and there never will be.”

The pain in her eyes tore at his heart.

She tightened her hand around his arm. “Please,” she murmured. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“Nothing.”

He started to pull away, but she held tight.

“But… I’m in love with you.”

He frowned, his eyes hard on her. “No, you just think you are. Why do you think you’d fall in love with a man who told you right up front that he didn’t want a relationship with you? You were in a relationship before where the man didn’t love you and rejected you in the end. Clearly, you’re setting yourself up for the same pattern of rejection. But with me, you can sink into being my slave. Convince yourself none of this is about you. Then somewhere along the way you’ll finally realize you don’t love me and leave. Or you figure I’ll walk out on you and you can convince yourself again you don’t want love.”