Page 57 of Captured

“I don’t want you here,” she whispered, but did the unthinkable by dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

“You don’t have a say in the matter, my sweet. But I can tell you’re lying.”

“I never lie.” She shored her shoulders, nibbling on her inner cheek.

I lowered my head, the water now splashing over both of us. “You will never lie to me, Emily. Whether or not you’ve done so in the past is none of my concern. We are the future. Your future.”

She tried to turn her head away, but I gripped her jaw with my thumb and index finger, pinching her chin and keeping her eyes locked on mine. “What do you want from me?” she had the nerve to ask.

“That’s easy, my little sparrow. Everything.” I crushed my mouth over hers, enjoying the way she pressed both hands against my chest, acting as if she was going to do anything in her power to wiggle away from me. But it wasn’t long until she moaned into the kiss, which I captured as I’d already done to her luscious body.

My sweet angel still undulated beneath me, but it was easy to tell her excitement and arousal was building by the wafting scent of her sweet pussy. I pushed the full weight of my body against her, shifting my hand to the back of her neck. As I squeezed, she shivered in my hold, brushing the tips of her long fingers down my chest.

I was on fire, the steam building in the oversized bathroom only adding to the joy of being under the cascading water. I was shocked I hadn’t done this before, the streams pulsing against both our bodies sensual.

The moment of intimacy was raw and powerful yet also gentler than I was used to providing. The joy of sweeping my tongue from one side of her mouth to the other was one of the most pleasurable things I’d been through in a long time. I could do this for hours, doing what I could to quench my thirst.

As her tongue darted out tentatively, I rubbed my hips back and forth, allowing her to know how aroused she made me. And perhaps I was giving her affirmation that she was allowed to explore. Her hesitation was adorable, but she finally seemed to relax, the tension in her muscles leaving. The way she twisted her hand back and forth on my abdomen was sweet, even touching. I doubted she’d ever had a real man given her age.

I hadn’t thought about the age gap between us. Something like that had never fazed me before. I’d had selected arm candy based on the time, event and aspects of my needs. Every woman, younger or older had been someone who could handle my dark proclivities.

With Emily, I wanted to teach her how to please me, allowing her to discover the joys that pain mixed with pleasure could bring.

As long as she continued obeying me.

Every sound I made was guttural, confirming her beliefs about me, but I couldn’t seem to control my needs around her. She was far too tempting. I fisted her hair at the scalp, pulling her even closer.

Her moans continued even as I broke the kiss. I bit down on my lower lip, growling as I did. Why not add to the myth that I was nothing but a monster? She raked her nails down my chest before doing her best to straighten her arms.

I allowed my heated gaze to fall to her toes all over again, my chest puffing up from how labored my breathing had become. When she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, she locked eyes with mine, darting them back and forth. How sweet. She was looking for another moment of affirmation from me.

Smiling, I had no issue giving that to her, even allowing her a few minutes to twist her hand as she stroked, creating the kind of friction most men would say was painful. Not this man. She had no idea how much anguish affected me, pushing me into pure ecstasy.

Whether or not she realized didn’t matter. With her other hand, she traced my bellybutton with a single finger, constantly darting her eyes from what she was doing to my eyes. When she finally slipped her hand between my legs, cupping and squeezing my balls, I planted my palms on the shower wall once again, throwing back my head.

The rush of adrenaline tearing through me was powerful, as if I’d been locked in an electric chair. Even the beads of sweat trickling down both sides of my face were fantastic, making me feel more alive than I had in years. It was fascinating how over-sensitized I’d become, every muscle tense and every joint aching.

I was panting like some freaking dog, the bead of pre-cum slipping past my sensitive slit just the start of the volcano effect. As I slowly lowered my head, I curled my upper lip. “One. Bad. Girl.”

“Yes, I am. That’s something you should never forget.”

Goddamn it. She was even cooing. My heart was suddenly thudding, the need for her increasing. After another full minute of playing while I stared at her lush mouth, I couldn’t take it any longer, pushing her down to her knees. In another surprise, she didn’t fight me. She had no idea how much she was pleasing me today.

I didn’t need to instruct her on what to do. As she’d been doing before, she held and lifted my shaft with one hand, rolling my testicles between the fingers of her other.

“Yes, such a bad girl.” Now my whisper was harsh, exasperated.

Giggling, Emily blew across my cockhead, darting her tongue out to collect the beads of pre-cum before the shower drained them away. “Yummy.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked.

“Yes. You taste divine.”

All I could do was chuckle. “That is a new one, my little sparrow.”

“Do you call me your little sparrow because you’ve locked me in a gilded cage?”

Her question seemed rhetorical but somehow, I knew it wasn’t. Perhaps she was proving a point of some kind, if only to herself. “Yes. Very good, my sweet girl.”

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