Page 36 of Capturing Victory

Her breath caught and her system flooded with sexy signals, urging her to do exactly as he commanded because the treats would be so worth the effort. She sank to her knees, his hand still wrapped in her hair, guiding her down. When her knees touched the floor, she placed her palms next to them too steady herself and looked up at him for his next instruction.

“Good girl,” he growled and sifted his fingers through the ends of her ponytail. “Now take my cock out.”

Jaya reached up eagerly. The bracelets jingled on her wrists, reminding her of her current incarceration. Instead of feeling anger though, she felt warm stimulation flood her system. Though she wanted to despise her captor, he was getting to her. The way he looked at her, touched her, protected her. Even the way he commanded her.

He wore sweat pants for his morning workout so she was able to easily roll the top down a few inches, reach inside and grasp his already rigid cock and pull it over top of the grey material. It bounced against his flat abs before she could properly grasp the hard flesh. The moment her fingers touched his penis, wrapping around him, he gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“Now what?” she whispered.

He cupped the back of her head and urged her gently forward. “Now lick, sweetheart.”

She happily complied, leaning forward on her knees, pressing her toes into the stone tiles beneath her for balance. She placed one hand on his thigh to steady herself while the other one remained firmly wrapped around his cock. First she licked her lips, anticipating licking, tasting, fucking him with her mouth. The thought made her mouth water.

She licked around the top edge, savouring the salty, masculine taste. She breathed him as she did it, wondering what kind of Ivan aphrodisiac seeped from his pores to drive her so wildly crazy. She could feel herself growing wet, her heartbeat pattering within her chest, picking up speed as her excitement grew. She flicked her eyes up and watched the heavy-lidded predatory enjoyment on his face. His granite jaw knotted and relaxed with each lick and swipe of her tongue. The hand at the back of her head just rested there, touching, not guiding or forcing her. She loved the comforting feel of his touch against her hair as she pleasured him in the most intimate way possible.

“Fuck, not going to last long like this,” he grunted.

She glanced up and grinned around her mouthful of hardened cock. She could feel his gradual loss of control in the tightening of his stomach muscles, thighs and ass. In the way his nails scratched against her scalp around her ponytail as though he was holding himself back from grabbing her and forcing her down his length until she gagged and choked.

She slid her hand away from the base of his cock, giving herself more room to take him into her mouth. She choked a little, saliva pooling in her mouth and spilling out. He grunted as she bobbed up and down, further and further, using her now lubricated hand to explore his testicles. They were big, hairy and tight to his body. She felt them pulse as she raked her nails gently down them, sliding her forefinger along the seam.

“So fucking good, baby,” he groaned, widening his legs.

“Mmmm,” she murmured around him, vibrating him in her mouth. She lapped luxuriously at his cock and smiled again when it grew bigger, hardening further in her mouth. She loved the velvety feel of it gliding along her tongue and touching her lips. She loved playing with him, experimenting, sucking in her cheeks and seeing how he would react. Licking the ridges and then pretend swallowing while watching the ecstasy on his face.

“Going to come, can’t stop.” His gripped the back of her head in both hands and held her, but still he didn’t force her.

She rolled her eyes up to watch him. He was staring down at her through half-closed eyelids, his eyes a stormy cauldron of heat. The look on his face was savage and beautiful, completely untamed. It was stunning. It stole her heart.

The first salty jets of liquid hit her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, savouring the taste. Then she opened her eyes, moved her head back a little, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, taking the next hit across her lips and tongue. She licked her lips and swallowed the rest.

Ivan dropped next to her, dragged her onto his lap and took her mouth in a devouring kiss. She was surprised at first, but quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and accepted him into her mouth, enjoying the glide of his tongue over hers, rough compared to his cock. When he finally released her lips, she sighed happily and smiled.

He swiped a thumb over her slightly swollen lips and murmured, “Thank you, Jaya. That was a gift I won’t soon forget.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispered. “I hope it was good. I don’t have a lot of experience.”

His arms tightened around her and for a moment she thought he might get upset. He was such a possessive man when it came to her, she wouldn’t put it past him not to get jealous over the two times she’d given blowjobs years ago and demand the men’s names and current addresses.

“It was incredible, sweetheart,” he told her. “But I must confess, it was my first time.” She stared up at him in shock, speechless. Sheknewshe was inexperienced, but she never in a million years would have thought Ivan lacked experience. He was just so… powerful and sure of himself. It didn’t seem possible. He smiled grimly and continued to smooth his thumb over her lips and chin. “I’ve had plenty of opportunity, maybe a little desire. But women have always been a nuisance, a commodity, easily disposed. I haven’t fucked the same one twice in years, I don’t care if they get off, and I don’t stay much longer than it takes to ejaculate into a condom.”

Disgust began to replace the harmony that had filled Jaya. This was the man Father had warned her of, the Ivan that used people and discarded them, murdered them. She tried to push him away, but his arms locked around her, forcing her to stay on his lap.

“I’ve never trusted a woman enough to allow her to touch me with her mouth,” he growled down at her, his steel grey eyes penetrating. “Never wanted that kind of vulnerability or loss of control. Only with you, Jaya.”

“But you can’t trust me,” she blurted out, wanting to set him straight.

He smiled, his face hardening into its usual mask. But his eyes… they remained a heated liquid. They told her that she was wrong and that she belonged to him.

Chapter Twenty-Two

One of the worst things about Jaya’s plan was tricking Ndari. She’d spent almost a full week in Ndari’s company and she absolutely adored the psycho Malaysian woman. She was full of funny anecdotes, great advice and she loved Haty almost as much as Jaya did. And that was the second part of Jaya’s plan that nearly tore a hole through her heart. She wouldn’t be able to take Haty without causing suspicion. If she left without the kitten then Ivan would believe she legitimately planned to come back.

“What has your panties in a twist?” Ndari said from her upside-down position on the floor. She was laying on her back with her legs straight up against the side of the bed, her bare feet in the air. She was tossing Haty up above her head and catching her like she was a human toddler. The weird thing was every time the kitten landed or Ndari let her go, Haty came scrambling back for more.

Jaya turned on her toes and paced back across the room, glancing down at the strange pair as she passed. “Nothing, I just hate being cooped up like this all day, every day,” she said, carefully controlled impatience leaking into her voice. “She’s going to claw you in the face one of these times.”

“I always wanted a nose piercing,” Ndari said, tossing the kitten straight up. Haty twisted in the air, stretching her paws out in all four directions like she could fly, before allowing the woman underneath to catch her.

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