Page 3 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

Wolfie!He’s not far, just a few hundred feet away. I try to scream, hoping he’ll hear me, but before I get a single sound out, the man has his gloved hand over my face, and I’m inhaling the sweetest smell until darkness takes over.

Chapter Two

Rosie

Owen's gaze lands on mine with intent as his hand glides up the side of my hip. I’m not sure what universe I’ve landed in, but I never want to leave.

He leans in slowly and kisses the lobe of my ear before dragging his lips to my shoulder and up again, covering my neck and collarbone with ease. Chills run through me, followed by a rattling static that sends my clit to full throttle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans deeply in my ear as his fingers dig into the back of my hair.

How did we get here? I can’t well remember now, nor do I know if it matters. I’m with Owen, the man I feel safest with. The man I’ve loved for years. The man that makes everything make sense.

Peace and relaxation wave over me as his hands wander my frame, eventually landing on my thighs. “You’re so soft, Birdie. Damn.” His thick fingers slide over the warm cotton sheathing my crease and he rubs softly, pressing into my wetness until I sigh.

I love the way he listens to my body, the way he holds me close as he touches me, like we’re two halves of a person becoming whole.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says, his voice raspy, and the longer he works, the harder his cock is against my leg.

God, even through his jeans, it’s easy to feel how huge he is.

“Please!” I whine. “I need it. I need you so badly.”

The room is dark, and at this point, I don’t remember how we even got here. The only thing I’m feeling is his body, his sounds, the faint thump of his heart against mine.

He grips me tighter and lands his hand against my breast, pulling my nipple from the dress I’m wearing to suckle as he slides beneath my panties and pushes into me one finger at a time, stretching me wide.

“Damn,” he groans again, “you’re soaked.”

It’s true, I’m dripping wet.

“I need you,” I whine. “I really, really need you.”

Brushing my hair back with his free hand, he kisses my lips again and again as he thrusts his fingers inside of me. “I know, Birdie. Come for me. I want to sink into you when you’re soaking wet. Can you do that for me?”

“I…” I drive my hips into his hand, scrubbing up against his touch as though my life depends on it. I’ve never wanted anything more. “Please, fuck me. I need to feel your cock.”

He groans and pulls his fingers from within me, and slides them into his mouth, licking them clean before tugging down his jeans to stroke his cock at my entrance. “You sure? It’s your first time. I want to make it special.”

My pussy is pulsing, aching, more desperate than it’s ever been. I need this man to fuck me. I need him to set me free. “I’m sure,” I pant, pulling him closer. “Fuck me.”

The tip of his hard dick slips against my seam and slides into the wetness of my waiting hole as I lean back on the couch and stare up at him. He’s so perfect. Thick, juicy biceps, a strong muscular abdomen, pecs that dance when he moves, and a square jaw with a dimple in the center of his chin. The man is undeniably flawless. “You ready?”

My heart slams against my chest and my pussy aches with a desire it’s never felt before. “I’m ready! Give it to me!”

Gripping my hips, he tugs me closer, bringing with him the spicy sweet scent on his skin.

“Don’t move!” he barks harshly and I’m taken aback. This doesn’t sound like Owen. Usually, Owen is soft and sweet, shy even.

My brows narrow. “What?”

“Don’t fuckin’ move!” he repeats, but this time I see a white ghost mask in place of Owen’s face. That, and I’m not bent onto a couch with a cock being drilled into me, I’m being tossed onto an old mattress in a basement within a dog cage.

The van, the masked man, the last scent of sweet nothings before I blacked out.Where the fuck am I? Oh my God! Where the fuck am I? I’m never getting out of here. I’m going to die a virgin. A desperate, pathetic loser. It’ll be all over the news. ‘Virgin missing after trying to sell her innocence online.’ My mother is going to be humiliated. Owen will have churros and watch trash with some other girl, and my friend Jen will talk shit about the town sheriff with some other version of me.

Why the hell would anyone takeme?

I sigh and stare toward the muscular man, whose forearms flex as he locks the door. “What’s going on?”

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