Page 29 of The Captive's Curse
But he didn’t do anything at all.
As my heart stopped rabbiting quite so frantically, and the sweat cooled on my skin, the haze from spending twice began to clear away.
I couldn’t feel anything but that huge cock buried inside me. My body throbbed around it, desperately trying to adjust to being filled so completely. I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d stay still, Iwould. I wouldnotstart to squirm and clench around his massive cock like his whore.
Enzo didn’t move. The stretch, the fullness, the sensation of simply being impaled overwhelmed me.
I squirmed and clenched.
“That’s good,” Enzo said, voice low—and a little bit breathless. “Do that again.”
Breathless or not, his tone held an authority I couldn’t seem to resist, damn him. I did it again, tightening around him,nudging my ass back until his balls pressed against mine, warm and heavy.
“Gods fucking fuck,” he muttered, and his hips snapped forward, driving his cockhead so deep into me that I yelped and clenched again, and then he was fucking me the way I’d expected: hard and merciless and perfect.
If I’d thought he’d mastered me with his mouth and his fingers, I’d been wrong. So very, very wrong. That had been the opening salvo; this was the overwhelming force pouring over the ramparts. Enzo slammed into me again and again, slowing to use me with every inch he had, speeding up to pound me into jelly, my body compressing and folding in half as my knees slid, the legs of the chaise juddering and thumping across the floor.
He fucked one more pathetic spurt of spend out of me, my cock and balls soft but my whole body turning inside out.
And then he kept fucking me, one hand on my hip to hold me up, the other wrapped around the nape of my neck and pinning me down. I keened as his fingers pressed into the side of my throat. The world dissolved into heat, fullness, pressure, dizziness, the slick, obscene squelch of his cock reaming my hole.
Enzo’s hips stuttered at last, his cock seeming to thicken and his body tensing. His fingers dug in, and I moaned at the wet, deep tickle of even more of his come filling me up.
The instant he loosened his grip on my waist, I collapsed flat, the world spinning down and sideways and around in silvery flashes, my lungs throbbing. I could feel my heartbeat in my eyes.
Done. I was so very fucking done. No one had ever fucked me like that. I hadn’t thought it was possible to be fucked like that. If a man had ever claimed to be able to fuck me like that, I’d have laughed in his face until tears ran down mine.
Enzo shifted his weight, slowly lowering himself down and turning us partially onto our sides. His cock stayed buried inside me, still mostly hard, and I winced as its girth tugged on the tender rim of my hole.
He rustled around, somehow staying inside me, and then a warm and soft cover settled over us like a cloud. His cloak, maybe. How did he always manage to keep me so warm? Did he have magic of his own that allowed him to be able to reach a blanket at any time? Or to make me feel like nothing in the world could hurt me?
Gods, he’d ruined me, hadn’t he? And getting fucked alone wouldn’t be enough to achieve that, even though that had been the most ruinous fucking of my life. It was the way my body had gone limp, and my magic purred along like a contented cat, every trace of that unpleasant edgy feeling completely smoothed away.
I shuddered and tried to curl up, and Enzo curled around me all big and solid, his arm sliding over me and his warm breath ruffling my messy hair where it hung across my forehead.
He’d held me like this last night, and I’d known I was in trouble—but this was so much worse.
The daylight made it worse, for one. And my curse’s total quiescence. I had no excuse for this: not my magic’s demands, not too much wine, not the recklessness brought on by late-night musings about the futility of human life and one’s need for a bright spark of pleasure against the looming darkness of the universe.
Maybe if he said something dreadfully rude I’d be able to snap out of it.
As if the gods had, for once, actually listened to me rather than laughing at me, Enzo finally said, in a tone of deeply smug satisfaction, “Maybe now you’d like to tell me more about how quickly I finished. You know, my once to your three times. Ithink. Or was it four? You definitely spent while I spanked your pretty white ass all red. And then again while I fucked you with my ton—”
“Go find all the vegetables in this castle,” I said through gritted teeth. Fuck, going all tense meant that I’d clamped down on his half-hard cock, a few inches of which still filled me. I felt it twitch as I did. Oh, gods, he couldn’t be getting ready to take me again. I couldn’t possibly bear it. Could I? “The onions, the cucumbers, any zucchini that might be available. Stuff them all up your own ass, Enzo. And then go boil your head and make soup.”
“You don’t cook cucumbers, that’d be disgusting,” Enzo said, completely missing the point like an asshole. “Also, if I boiled my head, I don’t think that would do much to heat up vegetables I’d put in my ass. I’m tall. There’s a lot of distance between my head and—”
“Not really, since your head’s firmly lodged up there too, as far as I can tell!”
“All right, but then I’d just be boiling my ass, wouldn’t I? Along with my head, I suppose. And the vegetables. This is getting too complicated, Lord Gourmand.”
“Gour—I wouldn’t be eating the soup!” I sputtered, and he held me close and started to laugh, a mellow rumble against my ear that I could’ve listened to forever, preferably while I took a pleasant nap enclosed in his muscular arms.
Ruined.
There was only one possible way to retaliate.
I pushed back against him, taking in as much of his thick length as I could, andsqueezed.
