Page 47 of Captivated By Him

“How do good girls ask, Nicole? Get it right, or you won’t get to come. And if you come without permission, you’ll be punished before I let you down from your binds.”

If his threat was meant to scare me, he got it all wrong. More than ever, my body is on fire for him.

“Please, Jakub. Please, can I come for you? Please?” His pupils have taken over his irises completely, and his cock jerks inside of me.

I got it right, I think.

“Such a good girl.” He bites down on his lower lip and thrusts upward into me, grinding his hips until my clit feels as good as the rest of my body with his movements. I roll my eyes then close them, riding the wave of sweet torment as he continues to fuck me against the post.

“Please, please,” I gasp out my pleas.

“Yes, Nicole. Come for me.” He jerks my chin down, my eyes fly open just before his mouth crashes down over mine taking away the last breath I held onto. Again, he swivels his hips, plows his fingers harder into my asshole while fucking me harder with his cock.

It’s too much, it’s not enough, but it’s plenty. My mind spirals out of control. I kiss him back as though my very next heartbeat depends on his touch.

“Good girl, Nicole. Good girl,” he growls against my mouth.

He bites down on my bottom lip and the pinch of it, the smallest bit of pain sends my body rocketing out of itself.

I scream as the storm within me unleashes. I yell his name. I cry out for God. I beg for more, and he delivers.

It’s only after long moments pass that my brain clears, and I can look at him while registering where and who I am.

And there’s his arrogant smile again.

“There you are.” He brushes his lips across mine, slipping his finger from my ass. “Are you ready?” he asks, while grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his hips.

“Yes, Jakub. Fuck me,” I whisper, stretching my neck until I’m able to kiss him with as much fever as he did me. When my teeth scrape over his lip, he growls.

He’s a man possessed. I’m sure my back will be bruised and scraped from the way he’s pounding into me, but I don’t care. Watching this. Watching him lose his composure this way because of me leaves me only wanting to see more of it.

He catches my gaze and holds it in a fierce grip. One thrust, then another before he stills. Releasing an animalistic roar, he finds his own release. His cock pulsates inside my pussy, and his hot cum fills me.

It’s a long moment before his head falls forward, his forehead presses against mine. Our heavy breathing mingles between us. The scent of sex and sweat fills the space.

He presses a kiss to my forehead and gently puts my feet back on the floor. As soon as his cock slips from my body, his seed spills onto my thighs.

“Hold still,” he orders in a tired voice. With expertise he unbinds me and brings my hands in front of me. He tosses the cuffs to the floor and rubs my wrists. “Your hands are a little red, are they okay? You feel them all right?” he asks, concern wrinkles his brow.

“I’m fine, Jakub. I’m perfect.” I kiss his cheek.

He brings his gaze up to mine, surprise in his eyes. “Then get in bed,” he orders me, stepping back. “I’m gonna get a towel.” And with that, he disappears into the attached bathroom.

When he returns, he’s not holding anything.

“Did you forget the towel?” I ask him while I climb into bed. It’s not even very late, but my body is worn out. It’s been a long day and going to sleep isn’t such a bad idea.

“No. I washed up.”

“But.” I wave my hand over my body beneath the blankets.

He’s put on his boxers when he climbs onto the bed beside me.

On top of the covers.

“Never wash away my cum.” He kisses my cheek then climbs back off.

I roll my eyes.

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