Page 19 of Captured Beauty
“Now, now. Why am I expected to knock inmy house? If I wanted, I’d take the door down completely.” A smile crept on my face. I eyed her in only her bra and panties. Her body faced the side, arms covering her chest as if she could shield herself from me.
“Why are you hiding from me?” I questioned, taking a step toward her.
I grabbed her arm and forced her around to face me. Her chin tilted up in defiance. “Why did you act like that out there? You never told me I couldn’t go into the backyard.”
“I don’t give a damn about you going in the backyard.” She cut her eyes into slits.
“Then why? We were just talking.”
My jaw ticked. Possession swirled through my veins, invading my chest. “Uh,” she groaned when I reached for her hair and gripped it. I yanked her head back. She clenched her jaw.
“You aremine. My toy to play with and use as I please. That means no one, I meanno one,touches you.” Her breathing slowed.
“I’m not your toy.” She clenched her jaw tighter.
“You’re whatever I say you are.” I moved in and ran my nose along her jaw. Her natural scent of vanilla, jasmine, and oranges mixed blended with the scent of outdoors and sweat.
“So even though I’m no longer your hostage, I’m still being held captive in this place.” Pulling back, I stared her in the eyes. “I want to go see my mom. It’s been too long since I laid eyes on her. Plus I need to talk to Dad, make sure he’s okay after your friend cut his finger off!” The last of her speech was spoken through clenched teeth.
“What would you do for it?”
Her face balled and her mouth turned upside down. “What?
“You heard me, if I allow you to go see your parents. What are you willing to give me?” One corner of my mouth rose.
I reached for her hands and yanked them away from her chest. Her eyes shot lasers into me, only making my excitement grow.
“You think this is a joke?” she breathed in an airy tone. “My mother is sick! I should be at her side, instead I’m here!”
“Blame your father for that. Not me. You could have just let me slit his throat and you’d be with Mommy.” I grinned.
“Fuck you!” she spat, droplets hitting my face.
My jaw clenched. She yelled when I held her hair tighter, forcing her to her knees. “If I wanted you to be my little whore and spend the whole time here on your knees you’d do it to keep dear daddy alive, won’t you? But maybe that’s what you want, huh? To be my little whore.”
I brought my hand to her mouth and traced it with my thumb.
“Open.” Her eyes remained hard. I yanked on her hair. “I said open.”
Pushing a heavy breath out through her nose, she opened her mouth. I stuck my thumb inside and pressed the pad on her tongue. Her lips closed and she sucked.
My dick hardened in my slacks as my nostrils flared and my stomach twisted with desire.
I yanked my thumb out of her mouth and shoved her away. My breaths came out heavy. I watched her chest rise and fall as she studied me, waiting for my next move. Her orange bra and panties complemented her caramel skin. The lace top clung to the top of her cleavage.
“Take it off,” I demanded.
Her eyes narrowed. “What?”
“The bra, take it off. Now.”
She swallowed hard but didn’t object. Her eyes never left me as she reached behind herself and unhooked the bra. The straps fell and she pulled it off.
I inhaled a deep breath, feeling yearning invade my veins, eyeing her perky breasts. Her nipples stood at attention like two Hershey kisses. I zeroed in on the marking under the left one.
Teeth marks. My teeth marks.
She sat back, propped up on her elbows, legs partly gaped. I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her thin panties. Her stomach quivered under my watchful eye.
