Page 18 of His Captor

My attention shifted to the way Ace looked for a second. His feet were bare and he wore only a robe, which he untied and let fall loose, almost like a subconscious gesture. That gave me a full view of his sculpted, alpha body, his strong pecs and six-pack, his powerful thighs, his monster balls, and his thick, protruding cock.

“Please, please,” I whimpered, adding a little genuine desperation into my playacting. “I’m not the man you want.”

I served that banter up to him like a tennis ball, and as if the whole thing were scripted, Ace said, “Oh, you’re exactly the omega I want.”

I laughed out loud, except the sound came out as more of a cry for mercy.

Ace continued over to me, grabbing my bound wrists and pulling me back toward the bed. Immediately, the electric pain in my cock and balls subsided. But that only left me gasping and dripping for another sort of relief.

“I told you I had ways of making you talk,” Ace said, his bad acting eclipsed by the real need in his tone. “And I told you not to move.”

“I can’t tell you what you want to know,” I cried as he turned me and sat me on the end of the bed. I served him up another cheesy line by adding, “I can’t give you what you want.”

“Yes, you can,” Ace said in a growl as he towered over me.

He could have come up with a snappier reply, but I’d take that one if it came with something like his cock in my mouth, or even a vigorous finger-fucking.

Instead, he surprised me by taking his phone from the pocket of his robe and tapping it a few times. Immediately, the tension of my wrists and ankles being held together eased as the magnets released.

I was too stunned by that cool trick to make a break for it. If I’d been in a real kidnap situation, I should have tried to run. Three seconds later, my window of opportunity closed.

Ace tapped his phone again, set it on the bed, then quickly crouched and pushed my ankles apart. Within a second, the magnets were pulled toward points on the bed’s metal baseboard, trapping me once again, wide open.

“What the?—”

Ace reached for his phone and tapped it again as he stood, then grabbed my wrists and brought them around behind myback. The magnets engaged again, and my wrists slammed together firmly.

“What are you doing?” I panted, struggling a little.

I actually genuinely wanted to know. The magnetic restraints were super-cool, like something out of a high-tech spy movie. The diodes on my junk that kept me from leaving the room were diabolical genius. It was like one of those dog invisible fences for balls.

It actually had me wondering if, in his real life, Ace was some sort of crazy inventor of sex toys.

Yeah, that had to be it. The entire bedroom was a giant, sci-fi sex toy.

“Didn’t it hurt?” Ace asked as he crouched again, examining the diodes on my cock and balls like a scientist would. “The current is supposed to increase as you get closer to the door.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, it hurt alright,” I panted. “But not as much as the need to have you fuck me until I can’t remember my name.”

Whoops. That wasn’t in character for our scene.

Ace shifted his gaze from studying my cock and balls to grinning at me. He then did the sexiest damn alpha thing he could have done in the situation.

He leaned close to my spread thighs and breathed in, long and deep. Then he rumbled, “Your heat scent is so strong it’s making me crazy.”

I made some sort of wild sound of desperation.

That turned into a loud cry when Ace leaned in even farther and stroked his tongue across my slippery taint.

He didn’t stop there. He practically buried his face in my ass, nudging and licking. The slurping sounds he made as he lapped at my slick and fucked me with his tongue had me whimpering and weeping as much as the sensations themselves.

My body twitched and jerked. I tried to pull at my legs, but the magnetic cuffs had my ankles securely fastened to the side of the bed. It was pure luck that the way my wrists were trapped under the small of my back elevated my hole a little. I bucked and squirmed as much as I could to create more sensation while Ace tongue-fucked me and drank the slick that came pouring out of me.

I started coming in the middle of that feast. For about half a second, I wondered if it would ruin Ace’s equipment if I got cum all over it. Then I didn’t worry about anything as pleasure turned my brain off and my omega mating instinct took over.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please, Please!” I gasped, thrashing. “I need it. I?—”

Ace pulled back from my hole. For one, ecstatic moment, I thought he was going to just stick his fat cock in me and go to town.

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