Page 30 of Capturing Victory

He stared down at her, his eyes glacial. She could tell that he was affected by her words, even though she was certain he’d been called much worse in his life. She knew that very little affected Ivan, yet it seemed she had a substantial effect on him. Her words were like poison darts. She opened her mouth to keep up her tirade, to threaten him, but he cut her off.

“I may be a monster to most people, but I’m also the man that holds your life in his hands, Jaya,” he said quietly. “I believe that someone placed you in my organization, close to me. Perhaps even conditioned you to hate me. But, sweetheart, the important thing is… I don’t hate you. Because if I did, you would be dead.”

She flung her head away from him, glaring. She didn’t know how he could possibly know the things he did about her. She was positive she hadn’t told him these things, not even when he’d drugged her. It was like every step they took was a chess move. Stalking each other across a board, one move forward, a step to the side and then pounce. How could he know that Father had been spewing venom about Ivan Vogel as long as she’d known him? Somehow Ivan had guessed.

“I don’t think my little Victory hates me as much as she professes,” Ivan said, his voice deepening.

“Don’t call me that!” she snarled, jerking in his arms.

“I’ll call you anything I want,” he said, his voice a deep purr. “You belong to me. My prize, my victory.”

His hand dropped down to the rounded curve of her belly, through the patch of hair at the center of her thighs and into the soft folds. She jerked against him but was forced helpless, knees splayed wide by his hips. She felt a blush steal across her face as his fingers found the wetness he sought. She tried to close her legs, buck him away from her, but he leaned closer, pushed his fingers further down the inviting folds of her dripping pussy. “You are so very wet for me Jaya. Hate me all you want, sweetheart, your body isn’t lying.”

She yelled curses at him but opened her knees wider when he continued to glide his fingers over her, flicking her clitoris with his thumb. He spoke words of endearment to her in different languages, assuring her of his intent to hold and protect her. She alternated her angry tirade with moans of pleasure until she could feel her orgasm begin to build and she abandoned her anger, begging for the peak that seemed just out of reach. Ivan released her wrists.

Jaya immediately reached to shove him away, but Ivan held up the zapper. She glared at him and held her hands up. He tucked the device back in his pocket, took her hands and placed them on the counter. He took her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter with her feet still up. She tried to wiggle back, not liking how exposed she was, but he gripped her by the waist and yanked her back.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

“Or what?” she asked, her voice acidic. “You’ll zap me?”

“No, you’ll miss out on a life-altering orgasm,” he said matter-of-factly, dropping to his knees between her legs. The breath whooshed from her lungs and she tried to look down at him, but the moment she did he went to work. Her eyes rolled back, along with her head and she no longer cared about escape, locator chips or electrocution bracelets.

She felt him slide long fingers inside her vaginal passage. More than she could comfortably take, three at least. It was nearly painful at first, but as soon as she felt his hot, rough tongue glide over her clit she forgot her own name, along with the discomfort of too many fingers inside her body. Her legs began shaking and sounds she was pretty sure she’d never made before erupted from her throat. Just before she could leap off the cliff of her orgasm, he tore it away, like the meanest Santa ever. She shrieked angrily and reached for his head, determined to shove him back between her legs.

A jolt shot up her arm and she immediately slammed her hand back down on the counter, shouting, “You evil bastard!”

He chuckled and continued the pressure within her pussy, rubbing and pressing until she was ready to jump out of her skin. He alternated whatever he was doing with his hand and fingers with his tongue, swirling and gliding it over her clit and sucking at the juices that were flowing freely from her. A part of her brain, still fairly innocent and inexperienced, wanted to cringe in horror at the decadence he was introducing her to. The purely sexually selfish part of her wanted to take hold of this mind-blowing orgasm he was treating her to with both hands and hug it forever.

She approached the peak of wherever he was taking her so many times she was a sobbing mess by the time he allowed her to have the shiny rainbow-coloured super orgasm. He pressed something hard against her g-spot, nearly making her tear a chunk off the counter with her fingernails.

“Now, Jaya,” he commanded and flicked his tongue hard against her clit while pressing into her g-spot.

Jaya came with a shriek, her body bowing off the counter, a rush of fluid soaking the hands and tongue of the man beneath her. He caught her as she fell, supporting her back and head so she wouldn’t get hurt on the way down. He cradled her neck and held her for a moment, their eyes meeting. She expected softness. She was wrong. She met only glacial iciness and determined possession.

“Tell me who you belong to, Jaya,” he demanded.

She opened her mouth to deny him, but her lips were shaking and no sound came out. Every part of her was still shaking. She licked her lips and shook her head. He growled and lifted her off his lap, standing with her. He turned her around and bent her facedown over the counter, holding her with a hand on the middle of the back. He unbuckled his pants and pulled the zipper down. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a face flushed with hunger. She looked up at him and saw another face filled with determination and the need to stamp his dominance. A part of her wanted to deny him, to tell him she belonged to no one. But she knew it wasn’t true. She’d always been a commodity. Besides, every particle of her being was screaming for his possession. She wanted to feel him inside and all over her.

He bent his knees to accommodate her shorter height, lined himself up behind her and pushed into her. She gasped as his thick cock pushed its way deep inside her body, filling her completely. Despite her orgasm and the wetness that coated her pussy and thighs, she still felt the burn of his entry. It felt beyond amazing. She pushed back against him, the plush curves of her ass hitting his carved abdominal muscles. He groaned, gripped her waist and began stroking himself inside her, using her silken passage to find his own pleasure.

“Oh god, yes!” she hissed reaching up to push against the mirror so her ass could press more tightly against him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. He took a fistful of her hair and forced her head up so they were both looking in the mirror. “Look at yourself. So beautiful while you’re fucking me. Who do you belong to?”

Jaya bit her lip and shook her head.

He tightened his fist in her hair until she cried out. The streak of pain somehow heightened the sensations in her pussy until she was sure she was about to come again. She began panting. He twisted her head to the side and slammed harder into her, knocking her belly and hips into the counter. “Whose slave are you?” he grunted.

She couldn’t shake her head, couldn’t move. Just lay with her chest pressed down, the orgasmic sensations flowing through her body. When she still refused to acknowledge his demand he slapped her ass hard. She yelped, absorbing the pain and taking pleasure from it. He picked up the device that would sent a current through her and held it up to the mirror. “Last chance. Speak now.”

She narrowed her eyes and widened her legs, taking his ever more brutal thrusts. She closed her eyes and breathed just as he hit her with a current of electricity. Instead of feeling pain, she felt intense exhilaration. She shrieked as she came, her heart slamming into her ribcage and her legs turning to jelly.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled. He leaned over her, his fist still in her hair and growled in her ear. “Talk, Jaya. Whose slave?”

She opened her eyes to look into his, seeing the stormy possession. “Yours,” she sighed. His face reflected satisfaction. She heard the device hit the floor as Ivan thrust savagely into her. He pulled out and she had seconds to feel the loss before he was turning her and forcing her to her knees. She dropped before him in a daze. He held her hair in one hand while stroking himself with the other. Seconds later he bathed her chin and breasts in hot jets of cum.

“Whose are you?” he demanded, looking down at her.

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