Page 49 of Capturing Victory

He bent his head and took her lips in a desperate, passionate kiss that she returned full measure. She dug her fingers in his hair and anchored herself against him, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust. She was surprised when she tasted salt and then realized that she was crying, sobbing into his mouth. She didn’t care and she didn’t stop, she continued kissing him with everything she had, using her body to show him how much she loved him.

She felt his hands fumbling at the back of her neck and shrieked, “No!” into his mouth just as he took her dress in both hands and shredded it right down the back. She reared back in his arms, only a few inches since he wasn’t willing to let her go far and glared up at him. “This was a $3,400 dress!”

“Tell the princess she has excellent taste,” he said, yanking the dress right down her body. He lifted her from the puddle of badly torn material and swung her around to face the bed. “My god,” he growled with appreciation, taking in the black thong, thigh highs and demi-cup bra set. “Excellent taste in everything. She can definitely stay.”

Jaya looked at him over her shoulder and bit her lip then smiled. She couldn’t help herself, the look of sheer lust on his face as he stared at her nearly bare ass, the release of tension from moments before, she simply had to say it. “You like what you see, Daddy?” she drawled in a husky voice, trying to sound sexy. Then she ruined it by giggling and clapping a hand over her mouth.

He growled at her and shoved her forward, face first. He caught her by the hips before she could do a complete faceplant and urged her onto her hands and knees. Excitement went zinging through her, pooling in her belly and sizzling outward until she was panting, waiting breathlessly for his next move. She didn’t have long to wait. He tugged the ends of her hair in one hand and wrapped it around and around his fist until her head was forced back. He leaned over her, his eyes glinting with purpose. He reached into her bra and cupped her breast, squeezing the supple globe with just enough strength to leave her gasping but unhurt.

“You want to play with me, do you, baby?” he asked, growling in her ear.

Jaya tilted her head in a tiny nod. “Yes, please,” she moaned, licking her lips and staring up at him, begging him with her eyes. She’d never known Ivan in this kind of mood. Had never really seen him any other way except serious. She knew deep in her heart that only she could bring out these facets of his character. It warmed her and made her want to push the beast, push him until he broke and showed her everything he was capable of; good and bad. It all belonged to her.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groaned, and then brought his hand down on her ass, spanking her. Jaya jumped and then automatically lunged forward trying to get away from the unexpected pain. His wrapped his hands around her waist and held her still until she stopped struggling. “Don’t move.”

She held still and after a moment, when her brain was able to separate from the heat of the spanking she could feel the sizzle and spikes of heat streaking outward from her ass and lighting her blood on fire. She dug her fingers into the bed and held on as he lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass several more times in quick succession, spanking each cheek alternately. She jumped with each strike, unable to supress the instinct, but pain turned to pleasure and bloomed within her. Her pussy quickly became wet and felt unbearably empty. She wiggled beneath him as he ran a broad hand over the heated globes of her ass.

In one swift move he gripped the waist of her thong and dragged it down her legs, stretching it over her spread thighs and yanking it off her legs. Jaya lifted herself, helping. As soon as her knees were back on the bed he slapped her again, sending her heart and her libido soaring. She shrieked and tossed her hair back but dug her hands into the bedding, refusing to move under his harsh treatment.

“Such a good, obedient girl,” he snarled over her.

She groaned, his words making her even wetter, even wilder to have him inside her. It was everything she could do not to shove herself back into him and beg him to fuck her. She wanted him worse than she ever wanted anything.

She tossed her hair back again and glanced back to see what he was doing, why his hands weren’t on her, in her, fucking her. He was busy pulling his tie off and wrenching his shirt open, his smouldering eyes caressing every inch of her body, lingering on her upraised ass. He kneeled on the bed next to her and drew his hands gently down from her shoulders, to her arms, circling her wrists. The silk of his tie caressed her arm as it slid down her skin and she shivered at the sensation after the beating her ass had just taken.

He pulled her hands behind her back, pushing her forward until her shoulders were resting on the mattress and tied her wrists with his tie. She immediately tested the bond to find out if it was secure. She whimpered as it tightened around her, digging into her flesh a little. He placed a hand over her wrists and squeezed his warning. She stopped struggling.

“You said you wanted to play,” he said, his voice deep and thick with passion. He moved back behind her and used his thigh to push her legs further apart. She moaned as another rush of heat hit her belly, sending more fluid to her already dripping pussy.

Her breath caught and then scattered as he ran two long fingers through the folds, dragging them from front to back, over and over, around and around, before pushing them inside her. He did this with slow laziness, as though exploring her, but with confidence. Like he knew exactly where to touch, how to touch and with how much pressure. She closed her eyes, feeling the slow build-up of another exquisite orgasm at the hands of her captor.

Then he pulled his fingers from her body, wrapped his arm around her waist, and dragging her closer, placed his fingers at the entrance of her ass. Her eyes flew open and she tried to wiggle out of his grip. But with her arms tied behind her back and his grip on her waist, she was helpless. She opened her mouth to deny him access to the most private part of her body, when he used the lubrication from her pussy to push forward, breaching the virginal ring of her ass, slowly filling her.

Jaya cried out, her voice a strangled moan, muffled by the bedding beneath her head and the hair that had fallen into her face. Was he trying to punish her? Maybe he really was angry with her still. But, while the burn hurt, it wasn’t unbearable. She felt full, too full and the sensation was foreign. She felt as though she needed to push back against him. He kept forcing his fingers in, pushing them deeper and then twisting them within her. She yelped and dropped her bottom onto her heels, trying to escape him, but he released her waist long enough to give her ass cheek a sharp slap, the hardest one yet.

“Back up on your knees,” he snapped.

She lifted her ass again and realized the pressure in her anal passage was much more bearable now. In fact, it almost felt good. He continued to work her ass, using more wetness from her slick pussy to ease his way, while she moaned and whimpered underneath him. After a few minutes, the burn morphed into a sizzling heat that merged with the warmth that’d been building in her pussy. A different kind of orgasm began to build, one she never expected, never thought to experience.

He leaned over her and said in a low voice, “We’re going to play a different sort of game now, my love.”

She stiffened, hearing the dark intent and the anger in his voice, still simmering from when they first entered the room. “What kind of game?” she gasped.

“The game where you tell me what tomorrow is really about,” he growled against the side of her head. “And I don’t punish this ass even more than I want to right now.” He twisted his fingers to the side, pushing them deeper. Jaya lunged against him, caught in his steely grip. She tried to catch her breath, but it was a losing endeavor.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” she moaned, her voice thready.

“You know exactly what I mean!” he shouted, losing his cool. He jerked back from her, his hands leaving her body.

Jaya flinched and closed her eyes, afraid of what he was going to do to her. She could feel the heat of his anger rolling off him. She knew it wasn’t directed entirely at her. That it was their circumstances, it was Father, Ivan’s own feelings, both their pasts, everything that brought them to this moment. He slapped her ass so hard she screamed. She felt no pleasure in the strike and knew he’d done it to hurt her. Knew he’d probably done it so he wouldn’t do worse. Ivan was losing control.

She felt his hand on her pussy and flinched, afraid he would hit her again. But he only ran his fingers through her pussy, collecting the fluid and smearing it over her ass. She twisted around on her shoulders to look at him. He scooped more of her juices and, unzipping his pants, he pulled his hard, thick penis out and used her own wetness to lubricate himself. Her mouth began watering as she watched him stroke his hardness, his hand wrapped around his cock, using her vaginal fluid to glide back and forth, his smouldering, angry gaze chained to hers.

He moved to her, lining himself up with her. She stiffened when she felt the velvety head of his penis caress her anus. Tears pricked her eyes and she pleaded with him silently, begging him to reconsider. His jaw stiffened and he took her bound wrists in one hand and her hip in the other. Then he began pressing himself into her, forcing his thick cockhead into her virgin anal passage.

Jaya let out a yell and buried her face into the bedding as unbearable blazing heat tore through her ass. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head up. “You will look at me,” he growled. Through clenched teeth.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she did as she was told. She looked back at him as he took her ass, sliding relentlessly forward until he was buried deep inside her. She shook beneath him, feeling as though she was being torn in two. Her heart beat so frantically she was positive she was having a heart attack. He stayed that way for long minutes, leaving her in agony until finally her body began to stretch and relent, accepting his invasion.

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