Page 42 of Captured

Women were like fine wine, meant to be savored, the rich taste explored and paid attention to. However, I wasn’t a patient man under any circumstances. When I wanted something, I never waited. I hadn’t needed to since taking my life back from my father. I was rich, powerful, and had more than three dozen employees at my beck and call if needed. The sky was the limit.

If those not under my employ didn’t comply without hesitation, I simply took something precious from them until they realized thwarting my needs wasn’t in their best interest.

That meant I was a merciless, cruel, and always dangerous man.

But with my sweet virtuoso, I wanted to take my time. She was beautiful, her skin flawless, her eyes constantly piercing mine as if searching for a soul that didn’t exist. That had been stripped from me as a child. I could remember a few of the wondrous moments when I thought life was amazing, every act of nature and every animal something I wanted to explore. Then I was forced to realize that almost all pretty things left or hurt, including Mother Nature.

That’s why keeping my sweet little sparrow in a gilded cage was important. If she flew away, I would be devastated. She had no understanding of the dangers of our world. I’d hunt her down no matter who came to her assistance or how far she ran.

Then things would get ugly. Savagery. I didn’t want that for her. For us. She was far too special, too innocent and fragile. I was determined to take care of her in every way.

That started tonight.

Fucking her wasn’t an option. She needed to learn that it was useless to fight. I owned her, my most dazzling possession, the finest work of art in my collection. I allowed myself a full two minutes of continued exploration, tracing the voluptuous curves of her body, allowing the tip of my index finger to slide down her knotted spine. Everything about her was perfection from her scrumptious mouth perfect for fucking and her rounded hips and full buttocks, to her breasts that fit in my hands as if made for me alone.

Her nipples were a deep shade of rose, elongated by a desire she hated herself for experiencing. The fact she’d shaved for me, for her master wasn’t lost on me. Her shorn pussy allowed her nether lips to glisten in the moonlight. Yes, God had created the alluring Eve, only centuries later than told in various stories.

A smirk crossed my face as I brushed two fingers down the crack of her ass. Taking her tight asshole would be an utter gift from the beautiful woman. But I would wait until the end, until after I’d tasted every inch of her. I squeezed her welted and heated bottom with one hand until she moaned, undulating on my desk.

With my other hand, I thrust four fingers into her tight channel, instantly closing my eyes as a rush of adrenaline and raging desire coursed through me like rocket fuel. I couldn’t remember a single woman in my life that I’d had this kind of powerful reaction to. There was no doubt Emily had been created for me, waiting for me. And I would show her how good my filthy acts could make her feel.

Now that she belonged to a brutal man, she’d surrender in every way. Time and time again. The thought brought a series of vivid and filthy images into my mind. Shackling her, fucking her outside, watching as she writhed in the mud, crawling toward me, her breasts bouncing as she did. Studying her sweet face as she opened her mouth wide to suck on my cock and balls until I spewed cum down the back of her throat.

Or all over her luscious body.

Dear God, my balls were rock hard, my shaft throbbing from the kind of need that couldn’t be denied but for so long. Yet, I had to admit that I was enjoying my kind of foreplay, plunging my fingers deep inside. She was so wet and hot, her juice likely staining my desk. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every sound she made, strangled or otherwise electrified the moment, awakening the sleeping beast. Usually that wasn’t a good thing for anyone, the heinous thing living inside of me needing blood to survive, but this was entirely different. Perhaps she was the single entity that had the capability of soothing the savage.

We would see.

I pumped hard and fast as she writhed, digging her perfectly manicured nails into the exotic wood of my desk. I wanted those same fingernails to create divots in my back, adding to the number of scars on my body. I needed her to cry out my name in the throes of passion while I fucked her like a wild animal.

Dear God, I wanted to breed her, creating a dozen amazing, virtuoso children that would eventually take over the world. That’s exactly what I would do. And they’d all answer to me.

I was a sick man, but that no longer mattered. I was intoxicated not only by the scent of her desire and lingering perfume, but also the hint of sex we’d already engaged in and the raging fragrance of my own testosterone. And it was an incredible feeling, as if I was the exalted one, the most powerful being on earth.

With every thrust of my fingers, her moans became louder, her body shifting back and forth. Her skin glistened in the dim lighting, her heart beating as rapidly as mine. She even tossed her head back and forth for me, maybe doing nothing more than teasing me.

Chuckling darkly, I planted my other hand on the side of her, leaning over until I was able to nip her earlobe, whispering in my harsh voice promises of things to come. “I can’t wait to be inside of you all over again, filling you. Fucking you. Using every inch of you. But you will never taunt me. You belong to me.” With that, I jammed my thumb into her tight asshole, plunging with enough force she cried out.

But her body accepted the invasion, her breath skipping as she purred, her body twisting.

“Good girl. Come for me. Come on my fingers.” My command was not to be denied and I was certain she knew that.

Without seconds, the sweet reward of her release was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I was the one throwing back my head, roaring to the heavens above. I’d found my perfect woman, the woman who would keep me sane.

And I would enjoy feasting on her for hours.

I continued pumping deep inside her, curling the tips of my flexed fingers until one climax slammed into another and my sweet Emily pushed up from the desk, panting like the animal I was turning her into. I so adored the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her shimmering cheeks, the way her mouth pursed as ecstasy rolled through her.

And I loved that she was accepting the moment while still clinging to the girl she’d once been. I’d yet to break her. That would take time, something that I would enjoy immensely.

Only when the moment of sheer rapture began to fade did I remove my fingers, wrapping one hand around her hair and lifting her head. “Open your tight little mouth, my sweet Emily.”

She kept her lips pursed and I twisted my hand until she cried out in slight pain. “No. Stop.”

“Then do as I tell you.”

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