Page 8 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

I tilt my head to the side. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No.” He shakes his head and leans forward. “Why would you want to sell yourself online?”

I laugh under my breath and pick up my fork again, stabbing at the piece of meat. This would be a great spot for some sarcastic comment, but I resist in the hopes that we can have a real conversation. “Have you ever been broke?”

“Plenty of times. I have morals, though.”

“Morals?”I laugh and feather through my hair, no longer biting back mockery. “You’re in a ski mask holding me captive over a steak and potato dinner. We’re a far cry from morals, sir.”

“This wasn’t my idea.”

“So, if it wasn’t your idea, your morals remain intact?”

He takes a deep breath and stares at me with those dark blue eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“I’m curious about something. In your mind, how does morality work? I thought you had to do the right thing all the time. I didn’t realize it didn’t apply to other people’s ideas. I mean, I kind of likeyourdefinition. I wish I’d have been living by it all along. Life would’ve been much more interesting.”

The man exhales loudly and leans forward further, resting his elbows against his knees. “I believe this is a just cause. So, eat your food and be quiet. It’s been a long day.”

I have no idea what it is about this man that makes me want to run away and throw myself on him all at once, but he’s triggering some kind of primitive feminine urge in me. Maybe it’s the nonchalant way he’s running his mouth. Maybe it’s the wide shoulders and the intense stare. Maybe it’s the complete lack of fucks he seems to have about everything.

I stand from the table, heart pounding as I make my way toward him. “Why don’t you just admit it. You want me.”What am I doing?“You want my tiny, tight, little virgin pussy. Just like your friends.”

“Really?”He laughs under his breath as though I’m ridiculous.

“Yeah,” my heart pounds as I drop to my knees in front of his chair and run my hands over the rough denim, “prove me otherwise.” I’m truly not sure where I’m going with this or what I’m going to do when I get there, but my hands keep moving until they’re on the buckle of his jeans and his massive cock is staring me straight in the face.

This escalated quickly.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. I’m not sure I’d believe he was breathing if his eyes weren’t so fixated on my every move.

I stroke his hard, thick cock in my hand, my eyes never leaving his gaze. Part of me wants to ask him where his morals are now, but the other part of me is enjoying the power that’s coursing through me. I’ve subdued this giant man. I’ve made him weak. I’ve got him sitting in a chair, moans trapped in his throat, desperation in his stare. I’m pretty sure I’ve done the impossible.

Damn, this whole virgin thing has more influence than I thought it did.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue up from his balls, over his shaft, and onto the head of his cock. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen enough pornographic blowjobs to know how it works… sort of.

When I’m at the tip, I open my mouth and slide him in, closing my eyes as his cock slides so deep into my throat that I gag.

He seems to like this, at least I gather he does by the growl that finally releases. “Ah, fuck.”

My clit throbs.Why is it throbbing? Why am I soaking wet? Why do I go down on him again and again? Why do I stroke him hard and enjoy the sounds he makes as I do it? Why am I craving his hot come all over my face, in my throat, on my chest, against my skin like a prize? Why am I not giving a fuck that he’s not wearing a condom? I guess that’s the least of my worries right now.

“Damn it!” he groans and pulls back before standing his massive frame from the chair, tucking his hard cock back into his jeans as he casts a shadow over me. “Fuck!”

I bite back a smile. “That’s a lot of fucks.”

“Little girl,” he groans and bends forward, standing me on my feet before leaning me up against the wall. His arm rests above me and his gaze is stuck on mine. “That’s enough.”

Little girl?

“Oh, yeah?” I smile wide. “Did you like it a bit too much?”

Captor or not, this man’s body is impressive. He’s not the gym rat type of muscular, looking all evenly built. Instead, he’s chiseled by hard work with strong shoulders, biceps, and legs. I’d bet if I reached out, though, he’d have a furry tummy for me to snuggle into.

“I don’t like games, and I’m not impressed by the virgin thing. So… keep your hands to yourself.” His voice is so deep that it rumbles straight through me, comforting me in ways I didn’t think I could be comforted. I’m not sure why. He’s not saying anything particularly reassuring.

“I think you’re a liar.” I grip his rough hand in mine and land it on my breast, never losing contact with his gaze. “I think you’d bend me over on that bed right now if you thought your friends wouldn’t find out.”

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