Page 4 of His Captor

“I appreciate elaborate storylines,” I said, reiterating some of the things I’d written on the app. “I love a little roleplay, so feel free to break out your most sadistic and dirty characters.”

He laughed quietly, sending prickles across my skin. “I’m willing to go all-in if you are. I have a few toys I’d like to test out as well, if you don’t mind.”

“Toys?” I had to wriggle in the back of the cab so I could hold my ass cheeks together tight enough not to drip. “What kind of toys?”

He paused before answering, “It will work better if you don’t know what they are in advance.”

Holy crap. We couldn’t get to the conference hotel fast enough. As soon as I checked in, I was going up to my room to run a hot shower and pound my slippery ass with the fat dildo I’d brought with me until I was moaning loud enough that the people in the next room complained to the front desk.

“I like the sound of that,” I purred.

He paused again slightly before asking, “How intense do you like your play? What should I be prepared to do and not do?”

“I like it as intense as you can make it,” I said. “This is not my first time with this fantasy. In fact, it’s part of my regular playlist. There isn’t much you could do to shock or unsettle me. In fact, try to shock and unsettle me, please.”

“Got it,” he said. “The usual safewords? Red, yellow, green?”

“Yep.”

“And do you have a second I could talk to? I’ll send you the name and number of mine so the two of you can do a video call before the fantasy starts,” he said.

“Mine is a friend, Ari,” I said. “I’ll send you his info as well. You’ll probably speak to his husband, Samson as well. Samson is an ex-cop.”

“Understood.”

I liked the fact that there was a high level of respect and understanding in his voice. Ace was clearly a professional who wasn’t going to fuck around with the fantasy, even though I was increasingly confident that he would fuck the hell out of me.

“Do you want to do a video call before we start?” Ace asked. “So you know what’s coming?”

“Actually, no,” I said, squirming again as my mind began to switch preemptively into fantasy mode. “I don’t want to know what you look like, other than your pics on the app, when you grab me. I want to be completely taken by surprise.”

“Gotcha,” Ace said. “I know what you look like from your profile pic, but if you could send me a pic right before we start so I know what you’re wearing, that would be great.”

“I’ll do it,” I said, breathless with anticipation.

“A couple other questions,” Ace said. “Are you claustrophobic?”

Just the question had me going hard.

“No,” I answered.

“How do you feel about being bound and gagged?”

“Love it.”

“Blindfolded?”

God, I was going to come in my trousers if he kept on like this.

“Green, green, and green,” I said breathlessly.

“Good.” The way Ace answered had me wishing the conference was already over. “I’ll send over more details of the scenario I have in mind through the app.”

“Perfect.”

I was going to be fucked so hard and so well, I just knew it. My insides pulsed and shivered with the idea, and my womb seemed suddenly warm and noticeable inside of me.

“I’ll see you on Friday night, then,” Ace said.

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