Page 63 of Captured
“Good,” he purrs the word as both his hands close on my nipples, rubbing the sensitive flesh way past the point of agony. My entire body is writhing with pleasure, with this longing for release that only he can provide.
“Now, stay.”
The order is given with a soft voice, but my entire body reacts to it, arousal like ants burrowing under my skin. I keep completely still as Rakir moves from my front to my back. His body radiates heat as he comes behind me. A large hand flattens on my stomach and I wobble at the contact. Rakir pulls me to him, my entire back molded to his hard, hot flesh. I can feel all of him, his cock free from the constraint of the scales, long and hard against my backside. His chest heaves in deep, fast breaths and I lean into him. His breath fans my neck and I pant.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. I don’t think he’s ever going to need words with me again.
I don’t resist when he gently lifts my arms above my head and close the shackles around my wrists. The sound of the shackles closing is dry and impossibly loud in the vast room. My heart beats fast, too fast. So fast it hurts. I pull on the restraints instinctively, testing their strength. A single tug tells me what I already know. I’m not getting out of those shackles unless Rakir allows me to.
I have never felt more vulnerable or more turned on in my life.
Like it’s nothing to shackle me to a post, fully naked in front of hundreds of strangers, Rakir molds my back to him, his hand flattening on my stomach. My skin quivers and my pussy throbs as he breathes on my neck.
“Mine.” His word is almost lost to the growl as his hand travels up to cup my left breast.
His other hand goes down in a slow torture, long fingers running on my skin, spreading a devious kind of madness. He pushes my thighs open, exposing my shaved, wet pussy for all to see. Shame burns up my face, making my skin feel like it’s melting from my bones, but I’m too aroused to protest.
Too aroused and too helpless.
His fingers dip into my folds and I brace myself against him, unable to stand still anymore. He rubs into the wet, glistening juices and brings his fingers out, showing everyone how well he owns me.
How hot and ready I am for him. How readily I will accept all he’s going to do to me. I won’t shy away from anything. His cock rubs on my back, the wetness of his precum spreading on my spine, making my mouth water. I’m so ready for him, I don’t even see the crowd anymore. I don’t care. All I care about is Rakir and his hands on me, his body on mine. His cock, long and hard, pounding inside my needy flesh.
Rakir takes a step back, the heat from his body deserting mine, making me want to turn around, demand he keep touching me. I don’t. I remain silent and motionless, just like he ordered me to, dangling from the shackles, naked and wet for everyone to see.
I can feel him, hovering behind me. His power surrounds me, filtering through the air, coating my skin like beads of lust.
Wetness spills from me, sliding down my thighs unattended.
Rakir’s fingers trace my spine, the gesture both teasing and incredibly possessive.
I’m his to toy with. His to please and tease, his to shackle and his to set free.
I have no control over my own body. Maybe I never did, I’m not sure of anything, anymore.
Then he’s touching me again, his body along my back. I mold my body to his, my softness to his hardness, my need to his lust. We’re two halves of one being. One cannot exist without the other.
It terrifies me more than words can say.
Rakir’s fingers run from the small of my back to the skin of my ass cheeks, then to the sensitive skin of my hip bone and delve below to the hungry wetness within. I moan as he touches me where I so desperately need him to, bracing my head in the small of his neck. His fingers dip deeper into my pussy, entering my core before slipping out, spreading my juices around my clit. He circles it deftly, just flicking over the sensitive bud before fucking me with his thick digit. The sensations build and build like water behind a dam until I’m desperate for more.
I move boldly, pushing my hips against his finger as he rubs it just over my clit. The sensation blindsides me, pure ecstasy coursing up from my nerves all the way to my brain. Just a little more and I’m going to come.
Then a flash of pain shoots through my backside as the delicious sensation from Rakir’s finger deserts me. I whimper and growl, the two sounds mixing together as frustration and fear compete for attention.
Frustration wins easily. Frustration and lust. I’m no longer a person, I’m a chained animal lunging at my captor. I strain against the restraints, pulling hard despite the pain in my arms as I do so.
Rakir’s face twists until he’s no longer my lover, but a cruel monster, perfectly carved from the stones of Hell. He reaches for my nape, long fingers closing around my delicate neck.
“No.” Rakir growls just next to my face, then a flurry of punishing, fast swats cover the entire surface of my cheeks and upper thighs. I pant at the biting, sharp pain. He adds something in his strange, growly language, something I can’t understand.
Still, I’m pretty sure it means I’m not allowed to move. Not allowed to come until he permits it.
He comes in front of me, gloriously naked, his body covered in the black scales, his cock long and hard, pointing right at me. I stare at it, juices dripping down my inner thighs, my mouth watering.
I want his cock so bad it hurts, but I know he’s not done toying with me.
He moves over to my side, reaching with one hand down my inner thigh, running up slowly from my knees to my wet pussy lips. I shiver when he makes contact with my pussy, his finger gliding inside easily. He gathers my juices on his fingers, then brings it up to my face.
