Mastered by her Captor (11 page)

When she refused to answer again, he grasped her hair and tugged it back.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He smiled in satisfaction and released her hair. Then he pulled out a jack-knife and opened it, the light flashing on the blade. He cut away her panties and shoved them in his pocket.

He dipped down and his mouth covered her again. He licked her several times, then pushed his tongue deep inside her and swirled it around. When she felt two big fingers glide inside her, she moaned.

Carl watched her, stroking his cock.

She longed for it in her mouth again. She wanted to suck something hard and hot.

Erik’s tongue found her clit and pleasure rippled through her. She arched, wanting more.

He swirled and suckled, his fingers pulsing inside her.

“Oh, God. I’m so close.”

He stroked faster as he licked and teased her sensitive bud.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, please,” she whimpered.

Then it happened. A rush of intense pleasure... washing over her... until she moaned with abandon. She arched against his face and he kept finger-fucking her, hard and fast.

The orgasm blasted through her, shattering her hold on reality, until she was floating on ecstatic bliss.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed, his fingers still deep inside her.

Her gaze caught on his and she saw a flicker of satisfaction before his eyes went deadpan again.

“I think our little captive needs to be fucked,” Erik said.

Her breath caught. Oh, yes, she wanted to see Erik’s big cock. To feel it glide inside her. To know what it would be like to be possessed by such a dominating man.

But Erik stepped away from the bed and Carl approached.

His cock was hard as rock now, his hand still wrapped tightly around it. He prowled over her, but he didn’t just push inside her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips brushed against hers gently, then his tongue teased with a delicate persuasion. It pulsed into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. She found herself responding to him.

Carl was tender and persuasive, drawing forth a deep need inside her.

When she felt his hot cockhead brush against her slick folds, she groaned, wanting him inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Carl said, but his gaze locked on hers, searching for permission.

She nodded imperceptibly, wanting him inside her. Needing it with indescribable intensity.

His hardness pressed into her yielding flesh. Pushing in slowly. The wide cockhead stretched her as it moved inside. Filling her. Then he kept going, his thick shaft gliding deep into her. Once he was all the way in, he gazed down at her, his big body covering hers.

The need in his eyes filled her with satisfaction.

He drew back, the big shaft dragging along her flesh, sending heat pulsing through her.

Then he glided forward again. She squeezed him tight and he groaned.

He picked up speed. Gliding forward. Drawing back. His big cock thrusting in and out of her body.

She was still stoked from her previous orgasm and the pleasure built rapidly. She was panting for air, needing his cock inside her. Filling her. She wanted to beg him to make her come, but she stopped herself, not wanting to ruin her role.

“Fuck, I’m going to come any minute.”

He drove into her harder and she arched against him. Pleasure flashed through her, exploding along her nerve endings. He pounded deep and fast and she arched, then a guttural moan burst from her as she catapulted over the edge. He slammed hard into her again and groaned his release as his cock erupted inside her. She moaned, flying into freefall as ecstasy claimed her.

Finally, Carl slumped on top of her. She felt his lips brush against her temple in a soft kiss.

Then he pushed himself away.

She lay on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide.

Her gaze shifted to Erik, ready for him to take his turn. But despite the flickering need in his eyes, he turned and left the room.

Disappointment washed through her.

Carl unbound her ankles, then released the handcuffs and led her to the bathroom so she could clean up. Still naked, she returned to the room and he handcuffed her again.

“I’m going to be sleeping in the chair, so you won’t be alone,” he said.

He didn’t give her any covers before he turned out the light and moved to the chair and sat down. She lay there, her body totally exposed, her arms bound over her head. It was warm enough in the room, but she felt vulnerable.

Soon, she could hear Carl’s deep, slow breathing. Now all she had to do was find a way to fall asleep, even though all she could think of was how she desperately wanted to feel Erik’s thick cock deep inside her. To experience being fucked by that domineering, distant man who had her so hot she could burst into flames right now.

Sunlight flickered in Kalie’s eyes and her eyelids opened. Carl was standing over her.

“Time to get up.” He uncuffed her wrists. “Go shower and whatnot and meet me back here.”

She followed his instructions and returned to the bedroom ten minutes later wearing only a towel, her hair still damp. She glanced around, hoping to see her dress or bra. Her panties, she knew, were gone for good.

Carl cuffed her again, then with a sudden movement, pulled the towel away. She shivered as she stood before him naked, then followed him down the hall.

Erik sat in the kitchen sipping a mug of coffee. His unsettling blue eyes turned to her as she walked in. Her skin prickled with goose bumps.

“Come here,” he said.

She walked toward Erik and stood in front of him. His gaze traveled over her naked body, sending heat blazing through every part of her.

“I know you’re not stupid enough to try and run away, so I’m going to take off the handcuffs and you’re going to cook us some breakfast.”

He released her and, totally naked, she started to prepare omelets. When she placed a plate in front of Erik, he pulled her onto his lap and cupped her breast as he pushed his fork into the omelet and took a bite. Her heart raced.

“That’s good.”

“Are you going to let me eat?” she asked, her stomach rumbling.

He squeezed her breast again, then pursed his lips.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you eat an omelet... if you eat something else first.”

He lifted her from his lap and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Then he unzipped his jeans, still facing the table.

She knew what he wanted.

And she wanted it, too.

She ducked under the table and slipped her hand inside his jeans. Her eyes widened when her fingers brushed over his hot flesh and she realized how big around he was.

She pulled him out and stared at his huge erection. The tip as big as a Clementine and the shaft thick enough she couldn’t quite get her fingers all the way around it. Her insides quivered at the thought of taking that giant cock inside her.

She pressed her lips to the tip. It was hot and hard. She opened and stretched her mouth around the wide corona.

It was so big it filled her mouth.

She could hear the sound of his fork on the plate above her on the table. He was still eating.

She slid deeper, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She squeezed the exposed shaft in her hand, then began to stroke it as she glided up and down on him. His thick meat in her mouth made her hunger for more. She wanted to feel him inside her. Driving deep into her pussy.

As she sucked and stroked him, she moved one hand down her stomach to her folds. She stroked, feeling the dampness. She pushed her fingers inside, then pulsed in the same rhythm as her mouth.

Oh, God she wanted him to fuck her. Her pleasure rose as she pumped him in her mouth, her fingers still stroking her intimate flesh. Satisfaction rocketed through her when she heard him groan. She moved faster, taking his cock deeper inside. Her fingers stroking her own flesh faster. Suddenly, he erupted inside her and she groaned around him as his release triggered her own orgasm.

She was still riding the wave as he pulled her from under the table.

“Did you come?” he asked fiercely.

“I... uh...”

He pushed her against the wall.

“Tell me.”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“Fuck, I didn’t say you could come.”

He pulled her back to the table and swept the dishes onto the floor then pushed her face onto the table top, his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her cheek tight to the hard surface.

His cock, which was still hard despite just being emptied, pressed against her slick opening. He pushed forward, filling her in one fast, impossibly deep stroke. She gasped at the intense, yet exquisite, sensation. She was stretched around his huge cock, the long member deep inside her.

She moaned, even though he hadn’t moved. He twitched inside her.

“You like that? My big cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He rocked his hips and she gasped at the feel of his gigantic cock moving even that small amount inside her.

He rocked again, then stopped.

“Oh, please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

He glided back. Painfully slowly. His cockhead caressing her inner passage. Goose bumps danced the length of her body.

When he reached the end, his cockhead hovering on the edge of slipping completely free of her body... he suddenly drove deep again.

She cried out at the intense pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

She saw Carl sitting back in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched. The big bulbous head gliding up and down within his hand.

Erik drew back, slowly.

Then he drove deep again.

She felt tears swelling from her eyes at the potent sensations.

He started to thrust. Filling her in a steady, increasing rhythm. She arched her back, wanting him deeper still. Pleasure rose and she was very close, moaning out loud.

Suddenly, he pulled free and she cried out in disappointment. But he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, then crushed her to the wall. His cock drove into her again. His lips found hers and he ground them against hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth just as his cock did into her pussy.

He pounded her against the wall, his mouth claiming her as completely as did his cock.

Pleasure spiraled inside her, swirling to a tumultuous peak, then spinning completely out of control as it exploded in an intense, earth shattering orgasm. She clung to his shoulders, her earsplitting moans filling the room.

He pumped harder and faster, then his lips broke from hers as he groaned. His pelvis ground hard against her. His liquid heat filled her, driving her pleasure higher still. She cried out, then wailed loud and long as bliss claimed her.

Finally, she slumped against the wall. His big cock still embedded inside her, twitched. He held her tight to him, her head against his chest. She could hear his frantically beating heart.

She glanced up at him and saw a maelstrom of emotions in his eyes, but included in that mess was a tenderness. And a need that tore at her heart.

He stepped back and turned away, then strode from the room, leaving her standing against the wall, naked and panting.