Page 3 of Captured

“No one will come to your rescue, sweet Emily.”

“That’s not true.” Only I wasn’t certain if he was right.

He was so strong, holding me with one arm as he took long strides toward my bed. Even though I continued fighting him, he was too strong, exhaustion settling into my muscles. I heard another sound and it took me a few seconds to realize what he was doing.

Dear God, he was unfastening his belt.

I was stunned, so shocked I couldn’t breathe or think.

“What are you doing?” I managed.

His chuckle was deep and ominous, sending a shower of goosebumps down my arms. “Punishing you, a necessity given your actions.” He tossed me onto the bed as if I was nothing but a rag doll. I could detect no anger in his voice or actions, but when he fisted my hair, maneuvering me until I was on all fours, unable to scramble away, I let off another scream.

It was instantly drowned out by a horrific clap of thunder, the powerful moment provided by Mother Nature allowing this horrible freak to take advantage of me.

I couldn’t stop shaking as he brought the belt done once, twice, three times across the tenderest part of my bottom. But that wasn’t enough, the bastard cracking it across my upper thighs twice. The pain was indescribable, bursting through me like white-hot heat. I sucked in my breath, digging my fingers into the comforter.

In my mind, I was somewhere else, my favorite beach. A concert. Eating ice cream. Yet as he continued the horrific round of discipline, the cracking sound of his wrist and the moment the thick leather reached my skin again and again something I would never forget.

One came right after another, the blur of my thoughts and fear shifting into something more abominable. I was wet, my pussy throbbing as my core heated up to a thousand degrees. The moment was sickening, my stomach churning.

Every sound I made was more of a whimper, every breathless moment dragging me further into a strange and unforgiving abyss. His grip on my hair had a leashing effect, which only added to the agony, but it quickly morphed into a toxic rush of pleasure. Juice trickled down the insides of both thighs, the humiliating feeling horrifying me.

He growled his appreciation, taking a few seconds to drive his fingers between my legs. “My wet little angel. I can tell how much you appreciate my touch.”

Was the bastard kidding me? I was tossed into a whirlwind of emotions as he swirled his finger around my clit. The touch was sensual, far too intimate and I couldn’t escape how damn good it felt. My breathing was more rapid than before, when he thrust his fingers deep inside my tight channel, I bucked hard against him.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take all you want. I assure you there will be more.” His deep growls intensified as he continued finger fucking me, now using his thumb to torment my aching clit. I was rocking, swaying, and perspiring from the overload of sensations. And within seconds, my pussy muscles were clamping and releasing around his fingers.

Oh, dear God, no. I was getting ready to climax. How could I want this? How could it happen? But it was, the sharp whimpers of sheer bliss erupting from my mouth unmistakable.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” God, I would hate myself until the end of time but the rush of ecstasy as the orgasm erupted in my system was incredible, so much so stars in vivid colors floated in front of my eyes. When I started to come down from the rafters, he pulled his hand free. Suddenly, I heard a slurping sound. He was sucking the juice from his fingers.

I shuddered to my core but the attraction for this bastard, this horrible stalker, only continued to increase. He took his time cleaning his fingers before resuming the harsh spanking, methodically bringing the belt down one strike after another.

The pain was constantly morphing into euphoria, which my brain couldn’t seem to process. How could I want this? How was I dragging my tongue across my lips from pleasure? I wasn’t certain how long the round of punishment lasted. My skin was burning from scorching heat, the pain now a dull series of throbbing sensations. I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a long time. But I suddenly didn’t care.

“My good girl. My very good girl.”

Yes, I was his very good girl. I smiled, as if I was accepting my punishment. And when he was finished, he released his hold, allowing me to drop my head, attempting to recapture my breathing.

The sound of his zipper brought me back to reality, the weight as he placed one knee on the bed a telling statement.

He was getting ready to fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. Every sound he made struck me as if the man was more like an animal, every breath he took more exaggerated than the one before. I was torn with another series of emotions, panting as if I was enjoying this.

The sad truth?

Maybe I was just a little bit.

“It’s going to feel so good to be inside of you, my little angel.”

His voice was gruff, dripping with lust, the sound sparking a volcano inside. It was if he’d wrapped me in a cashmere blanket, allowing his desire to become mine. I was torn between anger and terror, hatred, and deep longing.

He gripped one hip, digging his fingers into my skin while pressing the tip of his cock against my aching pussy. When he thrust his entire shaft inside, I issued an audible shudder.

“Yes. Just like I know you’d be. Hot and wet and so very tight.” He pulled out, this time driving it in very slowly.

I clutched the bedding, gasping for air. He was so big, so huge that I was tingling all over. The next two minutes were yet another blur, the wondrous feeling of excitement and heat tearing through every cell and muscle. He gripped both hips, digging his well-manicured nails into my skin, taking me as a man would a possession. I was pitched forward and backward, the force knocking the wind out of me.

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