Page 19 of His Captor

Instead, he reached for his phone and tapped it.

My ankles and wrists were suddenly free, but instead of being relieved, I moaned in disappointment.

Another second later, I gasped and bristled with expectation again as Ace hoisted me up and flipped me to face the bed. He tapped his phone again before discarding it, then pulled my arms up toward the diagonal strips of metal connecting the bedposts to the canopy. My wrist cuffs slammed against them, pinning my arms spread above me. Ace then kicked my ankles apart, and like magic, the magnets around my ankles were pulled wider and snapped into place against the baseboard.

Ace stepped back as if to check his work. I helped him along by tugging and squirming, but his fancy toys had me helplessly spread, like a heat-drippy star.

It was incredibly hot. A-plus for ingenuity and design. If I had the sort of money it would inevitably cost for this kind of kinky set-up, I’d plop it down in a hurry.

“Don’t even try to get away from me,” Ace growled as he moved into place behind me, his hands running up and down my sides, then around front to fondle my cock and balls.

He was checking his toys. I understood what he wanted and tried to break free.

That wasn’t going to happen, of course.

“I…I can’t,” I panted, moaning like I thought it was a bad thing. “The magnets are too powerful. I can’t….”

I couldn’t think was what I couldn’t do. The way Ace’s hands roved my body, tweaking my nipples and teasing the head of my dripping cock, told me he was satisfied enough with his inventions that he could enjoy this wave. He even nuzzled my neck, breathing in my scent, then nibbled my shoulder.

I loved it. God, I loved it so much. Helpless and stretched out, far enough into my heat wave that I was delirious and needy. I loved every second of it. Best. Fantasy. Ever.

And when Ace adjusted himself and pushed inside my desperate hole, one arm clamped around my middle so he could thrust fiercely without pushing my body away from him, I loved it even more. I tipped my head back to him and just howled as he pounded my ass, sending drops of slick splattering all over both our thighs, and probably the floor, too, I was so wet.

His body pistoned in and out of me like a machine, like another piece of his tech, and I adored it. More than that, as he started to come and his seed jetted against the closed opening of my womb, I felt a warmth and stirring in my center that I’d never had before while in heat. It was like something inside me trying to crack open and blossom.

Along with the physical urge to be as open as possible and to end the wave not only with Ace’s knot in my ass, but his cockhead punching through into my womb came the emotional urge to submit entirely. I wasn’t submissive, like Simon, but the shudder of surrender that went through me had me wanting togive everything I was and had to the alpha filling me with his seed.

That glimpse of a feeling flickered out as Ace’s knot formed. We both grunted with the crude, carnal sensations of our bodies locking together. I felt so full and pleasured, so right. I hadn’t really stopped coming after my initial bursts of orgasm, and I didn’t stop when he did.

“Do you want me to take you down?” Ace asked, out of character again. His arms were wrapped firmly around me, holding my limp body up.

I shook my head. “This feels so good,” I gasped. “Just give me?—”

I was going to say give me another minute, but he must have thought I wanted something else. He jerked deeper into me, moving both his cock and his knot over all the sensitive parts inside me.

That caused another full minute of post-wave orgasms that left me feeling like a worn-out rag…and his bed looking like a pond full of cum.

Okay, that was an exaggeration. But that’s what I felt had come out of me.

I didn’t care about the mess, though. I was having the time of my life, and if things kept up as they normally did, I would have two more days of this raunchy bliss.

CHAPTER SIX

Mason

The magnetic cuffs were a hit. I’d suspected they would be, but the way Billy and I used them over the next two days proved that they were effective and versatile. I had them rigged to adhere to the bed, but any metal surface could be adjusted to act as an anchor. I could think of a list of clients a mile long who would love them.

Billy had thought of some, too.

“These would be such a hit at kink parties,” he’d said, panting, on the second day of his heat when I used the cuffs to restrain him in an elaborate spread up against the headboard so I could eat his delicious ass out.

“Kink parties?” I asked stickily, leaning back, then shifting to let the excess slick streaming down his legs gather on my balls.

“Yeah,” Billy had managed to puff out through desperate breaths, his plump ass quivering inches from my face. “I mean, you might want to find a way to pad the insides, since my wristsand ankles are getting pretty banged up, but it’s a small price to pay.”

I winced and considered ditching the cuffs. It wasn’t my intent to hurt the omega I was playing with. Criminals and other people being restrained for questioning wouldn’t be wearing them for long enough to worry about bruises, but maybe Billy had a point about kinksters wanting something like this.

He’d made a comment about the electrode area restraints I’d attached to his cock and balls being an effective chastity device during that lull between waves, too. He’d even asked if there were an electrified sounding rod that went with them. I hadn’t thought of that either. Those restraints were so early in their development that I wasn’t even certain I would continue with the project.

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