Page 44 of Capture
“No,” she snapped ruthlessly and pressed her abdomen into my crotch as she tried to get away from me, but she was a contradiction. Her face and body were melting in desire and enjoyment, but her words spat venomously. The body spoke the truth, while her mouth lied.
My hips rolled as I gyrated into her shimmering body while continuing to nibble the curve of her neck. Her right leg lifted and curled around the back of my thighs as I pressed harder into her as she wriggled and sighed beneath me.
“I hate you,” she whined as if in pain, which made me gleeful and hornier
“Good,” I spoke into her skin, dripping in warm water.
I quickly released my grip on her wrists, and before she had a chance to do anything, I flipped around, so her breasts were pressed against the shower wall and her perky was available and all mine.
“Oh, you’re a butt man,” she breathed as I unbuttoned and unzipped my fly, unleashed my hungry cock, standing up like a rod.
Seizing her wrists again, I held them above her head, and she wriggled her butt cheeks as if desperate for me to fill her up. Shower water dribbled down my face as my white shirt stuck to my skin, practically transparent.
My cock wanted to penetrate her tight hole, but I didn’t have lube, and even though I usually wouldn’t care, with her, something inside of me didn’t want to hurt her. Pushing boundaries was fun, until I inflicted pain where the light vanished from her eyes. I didn’t want that for her.
Even though I created seething hatred in my mind of the girl who betrayed the Kaiser family and would lie on my thin prison mattress, imagining hunting her down and destroying her. One thing that kept me going night after night was the thought of one day, wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing the lifeblood from her deceitful body.
But that was before I met her in the flesh and listened to the sweet tone of her voice, inhaled the scent of her hair, and grazed my hand across her cheek. Back then, I viewed the little liar as subhuman, a thing that must be destroyed. Now, I see life behind her eyes that I’d find impossible to extinguish.
Clamping my forearm over her wrists, I could free one hand so that I could run my fingers along her butt crack. Sighs and moans filled the air under the sound of falling water, as I whispered, “little liar, you fucking little liar,” into her ear.
“I’m sorry,” she cried.
“How sorry?” I asked, as I reached the front of her, found her clit, and massaged it.
“Very sorry, Mr. Kaiser.” Her tone was naughty, and I loved it as I could feel her body weakening under my touch.
“How sorry?” I tormented her. She couldn’t see my face, but it was impossible to wipe this smirk off my face. The little liar had no idea what she did to me.
“So sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?” she breathed heavily as her cheek was squashed against the shower wall, slightly stifling her voice.
“This,” I slipped my cock inside her wet pussy and began pounding hard, showing no mercy. “This…”pump, pump, pump,“this is how you make it up to me. Understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, pushing her butt against me.
“Will…you…obey…me?” I asked in between thrusts, then began pummeling her faster.
She hesitated as she was too busy gasping with each thrust. “No,” she finally replied.
My hand immediately found her butt cheek, and I squeezed, digging my fingers as my hips kept up the pace. My finger then wormed into her tight hole, warming it up for another time, where I will claim it with my cock. I moved my finger in and out before aggressively shaking it within the firm anal walls, then pulled it out as her sighs and gasps began to become higher-pitched and more frantic as she propelled toward climaxing.
“No?” I questioned, even though I could tell she was teasing me. No one said no to Mikael Kaiser. No one.
I pressed both hands against the shower wall, still caging the little liar in, not that she was in a hurry to leave, since we were attached and bound. Adjusted my position slightly as she poked her butt out a little to align with my cock.
Then I finished her off by whacking her hard, hammering as she tipped her head back and wailed, joining in with the surrounding sex noises in the other rooms.
I came inside her as her body clamped down on my cock and then kept moving as her climax died down. My body pressed against her, arms wrapped around her vulnerable, wet frame, then pulled away when I realized what I was doing.
“I didn’t think being affectionate was your thing,” she teased as I pulled out of her and stepped out of the shower.
“I wasn’t being affectionate,” I argued, turning away so she couldn’t see the smug look on my face. “I tripped and you cushioned my fall.”
She snorted in laughter. “Tripped? What did you trip over? Your big penis.”
I swallowed back laughter and picked up her towel, unfolding it. “Hurry up and get out.”
“I haven’t finished washing my hair,” she told me, but I didn’t believe her. I suspect she was trying to be defiant again.
