Page 8 of Captured Beauty
“Have you been a good girl, Beauty?” the low, gravelly tone growled in my ear. My breathing was heavy. I pulled on the cuffs around my wrist when he pinched my nipple, twisting it, causing my juices to leak between my legs.
“Answer me!” I whimpered when he slapped his hand across my breast. My back arched, pressing against his touch.
“Yes,” I cried.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, between my legs pulsated, begging for relief. My eyes were covered like normal, my hands cuffed to the headboard.
His chuckle was low and taunting.
“I don’t believe you.” He moved his mouth from my ear and I winced when his teeth sank into where my neck and shoulder met.
“Please.” I attempted to squeeze my thighs together to gain release.
A whimper left my mouth when his large hand came down on my thigh and he gripped it tightly.
He chuckled lowly. My stomach quivered. Between my legs throbbed painfully.
“You’re being a bad girl.” His hand traveled up to my center and he brushed his fingers across my sensitive, swollen bud. “Bad girls deserve to get punished.” He slapped my pussy, causing me to moan. My eyes fluttered under the blindfold.
“Such a dirty girl.” His teeth nipped my skin again.
It was amazing to me that someone I had never laid eyes on could have such an impact on me. Whenever I stepped in this room with him, my heart and stomach both fluttered like crazy. Passion rushed up my spine as desire filled my body like a sack of bricks.
I never had someone make my body come alive in the bedroom like this. Sex was typically tame for me. To know something as dark and twisted as being possessed and mistreated by a stranger turned me on like no other was mind blowing to me, but I wasn’t ashamed. Beast unlocked something in me that was hidden deep. Something that had been begging to come alive for a while now.
My whole life I followed the rules. I got good grades in school, did what my parents said, made sure I stayed in the lines all the time. This was the only time I could let loose and dig into the twisted corner of my mind that had been buried for so long.
I swallowed hard. My chest rose and fell quicker when his presence disappeared. I licked my lips, straining to listen to what was going on.
Leather brushed across my skin and I held my breath, knowing my punishment was coming. My moans grew as the pain seared through my body when the leather crop hit theinside of my thighs. Each time the leather connected with my skin, my pussy clenched and my breathing staggered in shallow pants.
“You want to cum?” he asked, brushing the area lightly, moving the crop up my body. He patted the top of my mound. A whimper escaped my mouth. My legs trembled.
Swallowing hard, I inhaled a deep breath when the crop left my skin. Soon I felt Beast looming over me. I groaned when he snatched me by my hair.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth. You don’t get to cum until I do. Open.”
My stomach twisted and knotted with nervousness and anticipation. I widened my mouth and soon felt his heaviness on my tongue. His dick caused my mouth to stretch wide and I gagged when he pushed himself to the back of my throat.
He wasn’t gentle, fucking my mouth roughly. Tears clouded my eyes. Drool dripped from the corner of my mouth. My nose hit his trimmed public hair and made it hard to breathe, but he didn’t let up.
The rougher he got, the more my pussy leaked. My heart pulsated wildly, pounding against my ribcage. My brain fizzled and my blood warmed with a low, pleasant hum.
Not being able to see him only made my feelings more intense. He grunted lowly above me.
He pumped harder. His grip on my hair tightened. It became harder to breathe. My vision blurred. Still, my clit throbbed and my nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds. I tugged at the restraints, making my wrists sting.
Just when I felt myself become lightheaded, barely able to breathe, he released into my mouth.
Beast lived up to his name every time I met with him. Some might have thought I was crazy, allowing a man I never saw tohave so much control and power over me, but I only craved him more each time I left the hotel room.
I made sure my cropped jean jacket covered my wrists so the marks from the handcuffs wouldn’t be seen. Last night things withBeastgot a little crazy. He always fucked me roughly, like I was nothing but a toy, and I loved it oddly, but last night he was in rare form. The way he stroked me was almost as if he was punishing me for something. He left a couple of marks on my neck and collarbone. The inside of my thighs had faint handprints and slight bruising on them. When I looked in the mirror after my shower today, I thought I would be upset or disgusted seeing the results of my night, but instead I was turned on all over again.
With a slight smile on my face, I brushed my hand over my wrist. I had to stop by my parents’ house before heading to class and the last thing I needed was for my parents to see my markings.
Collecting my purse, phone, bookbag, and keys, I headed for my front door. While it was hot out, the sun was hidden behind the clouds today, making it more comfortable out. I looked around once I was on my porch. For the past couple days I could have sworn someone was following me. Not seeing anyone, I turned to stick my key in my top lock when the hairs on the back of my neck rose suddenly.
I went to turn but an arm grabbed me. As I attempted to scream, a hand covered my mouth and held me tightly as I tried to wiggle away.
