Page 72 of Captured

I moaned and writhed, a tension between my nerves and anger and the sense of feeling relief for being allowed to be me for the first time in my life. Maybe I was as sick and twisted as he was.

Styx pushed my legs out even more, exposing me as no other man had. With the tickling light breeze and the feel of his invading tongue and fingers, I was certain I’d been catapulted into heaven. No, this didn’t mean I would forgive or forget but I wasn’t as enraged as before. I was more curious about the man, his life and his reasoning for doing what he did.

Was it possible he’d plucked me from the certainty of death or even worse?

I knew the answer. I’d felt my father was going to use me to whatever benefit suited him since I was sixteen or so, paraded around in front of his buddies like some champion thoroughbred.

Maybe that’s why I accepted this to some degree.

I cinched my eyes shut, reveling in the pleasure my captor was bringing me, panting and whimpering every time he dragged his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. The pleasure was quickly shifting into uncontrollable ecstasy. The moment a climax reared its ugly head, curling my toes in the sand, I opened my mouth with a silent scream.

He wrapped his arms around my legs, digging his fingers into my skin as he held me down, licking and growling more ferociously than before.

I tossed my head, the explosion of desire and fulfillment also a strange combination.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“My good girl,” he breathed when a second orgasm hit. He pulled away, cracking three fingers against my throbbing pussy. It was painful but shoved me immediately into a full wave of pleasure.

I couldn’t speak or make a single sound. He repeated the action twice more before softening his moment of feasting, soothing me with his rough tongue.

Laughing, all I could do was gasp for air as I started to come down from the cloud, a warm haze that enveloped my entire body like a thick and soft blanket. It was a full minute before I realized I no longer felt his touch. I managed somehow in my near drunken haze to pop up on my elbows, staring up at him as he stood, the man grinning like he was prepared to do something evil.

“What do you see?” he asked, which was a strangely open invitation from a man who had no clue what I’d say.

“Power. Indulgence. Perfection.”

He seemed both pleased and surprised by my answer, sliding his fingers under the elastic of his trunks a few seconds later.

As I’d already suspected, he was an impatient man, not the kind to take his time with foreplay or silly conversations. Today was no exception. Within seconds, he was fully naked, dropping to his knees in the cusp of water, forcing me to straddle him.

His cock was pressed against my still aching pussy, the angle allowing me to see his fully engorged cockhead. It was slightly purple, already dripping with pre-cum. I couldn’t help myself, dragging my little finger through the beads, pulling it to my mouth. The taste was both sweet and tangy.

My captor watched with fascination, the wry smile I’d hated before crossing his face. Now I almost liked it. The crooked look gave him character, as if he needed more than what he already had.

I sucked on my finger until he shook his head, lifting me off his lap, giving me a moment to understand what he was directing me to do. As had happened before, I found myself obeying him, pushing the tip past my pussy lips.

But this time, I wanted all of him.

He rocked his hips forward, impaling me as he’d done before, only his actions weren’t nearly as brutal. I was pulled into another vacuum, my inner voice telling me I could be falling into quicksand. I refused to care, enjoying the electric jolts as they drifted back and forth from one to the other of us.

His eyes were just as mesmerizing as they’d been before, perhaps more so given the sunlight. He rocked us both, his strong thigh muscles flexing as he fucked me. I tossed my arms over his shoulders, trying to catch my breath.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

Little did he know there was nothing perfect about me. Not one thing. Not my personality or my skills, not my grades or what I wanted out of life. I was just… me. A scared girl with a need to be someone else, someone more powerful.

He was giving me that opportunity. He was allowing me to make my own choices.

As the fucking became more intense, he eased me onto the sand once again, planting both his hands on either side of me. He lifted his torso, allowing him to stare me in the eyes. There was something entirely different about him on the beautiful day, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. It could be all about dragging his past back into the forefront. Had that been advisable? Only time would tell. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before, the wave of grief and guilt I’d heard in his strangled breathing.

I pressed my knees against him, wanting to ask so many questions, but I not only knew I wasn’t likely to get any answers, I had no doubt I wouldn’t like them if I did. He was more damaged than I was.

The connection remained strong between us, so much so the rational side of me stepped up to the plate again, wanting to cut it, refusing the tether but I sensed he was ready to erupt deep inside.

So what did I do? Instead of kicking him in the gut or taking this as an opportunity to run away, I squeezed my pussy muscles instead.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

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