Page 64 of Captured
“Open,” he orders through clenched teeth. I can see he’s as aroused as I am, ready to explode in a fury of lust and primitive urges.
I obey and he pushes his fingers inside my mouth. My taste spreads on my tongue as he uses his other hand to fuck me roughly. I pant and suck on his fingers as he invades my needy flesh, inserting one finger, then two and three. I’m stretched to capacity, but still, I want more. Just when I know I’m about to come, to burst into an all-consuming orgasm, he stops.
I growl and hiss, spitting my fury like a beast. I struggle against the restraint, fully intent on throwing myself at him, climbing his hard body and impaling myself on his delicious cock.
Like he expected me to react this way, he smirks. It’s a cruel, hard smirk, devoid of any mercy and I know my torment is far from finished.
He reaches up for the shackles, but he doesn’t free me. Instead, he brings them down, holding them like a leash in front of me. Wordlessly, he leads me to the low wooden bench, the very one that made me so queasy before. There’s no word as I lay on the smooth, cold surface, none needed.
My heart hammers against my ribs and the sound of blood drowns out everything else. I can feel Rakir move behind me, bracing my knees against the side of the bench. My ass is up in the air, my puckered hole exposed to view along with my pussy. Both of them coated with my juices.
I should be humiliated. I should fight against this in the name of my dignity, but I don’t. All I can think of is how much I want Rakir to fuck me as hard and rough as he can.
Soon, restraints hold my legs firmly in place, my knees apart, my ass up in the air. Rakir then moves to my wrists. He takes the shackles off, but there’s no freedom to be expected there. Soon, he binds then behind my back, my chest resting on the wooden bench.
A queer sense of calm invades me as I’m left totally helpless, bound in place at the mercy of this man I have chosen. He can do with me as he pleases and I have no way of stopping him.
There I am, bound and helpless, exposed and ready to be used.
His fingers trail up the round mounds of my cheeks. He swats at them, sharp little blows that sting more than they hurt. Then he moves the little swats lower, between my legs.
I cry out when he spanks my pussy, the wet lips swollen and sensitive. My clit comes to life under the brief, biting touch and I try to wiggle, to increase the contact, but I’m bound too well.
Rakir keeps spanking me, moving from my pussy to my cheeks and my upper thighs, covering every inch of skin with fast, tiny stinging blows until the stings build up and I feel like I’m on fire.
Finally, just when I think I can’t stand it anymore, he stops.
His fingers glide, going to my pussy. He finds wetness there, dripping, coating my pussy with need. He fucks me roughly, long digits going inside and out.
I cry out in relief and pleasure as he finally gives me what I want. Pleasure erupts inside my body, long, deep shivers of pure ecstasy rushing through my body. A long time, the orgasm runs through my body, leaving no corner of my entire being unshattered.
Finally, I can breathe. The air enters my lungs in greedy, long mouthfuls and I open my eyes.
“Good,” Rakir croons over me. “Mine, Juliet. All mine.”
I’m exhausted, my body and mind spent, but I know Rakir isn’t finished with me.
He moves to my front, and all I can see is the long, hard length of his cock. He is fully aroused, precum dripping from the slit at the tip. My mouth waters at the sight of it. I want to taste it, take it inside my mouth and drink it all as he comes down my throat.
He comes to stand right in front of me. His cock points toward my lips, precum glistening at the tip, tempting me.
“Open,” he orders and I obey. My entire body hums with desire as he pushes the entire length of his cock inside my mouth, the tip resting at the back of my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t move. He stays there as I breathe heavily through my nose until I can control my gag reflex.
Then, there’s no restraining him.
Rakir’s hands come to my face, holding it in place. His hold is strangely tender even as he begins to rock his hips, fucking my face without mercy. I concentrate on my breathing as he face-fucks me, his precum dripping down my throat, the taste of him making my core clench.
He’s fully aroused, the beast in him on full display.
The crowd shouts like it’s some sort of victory. Maybe it is, I’m too blinded with lust to care.
When I know he’s going to come, Rakir stops moving. I can feel the length of him on my tongue, the throbbing of the veins around his thick shaft, the taste of his precum strong. But he doesn’t want to come inside my mouth. Rakir pets my face, his fingers wiping a stray tear away.
“Mine,” he says, like the word is all he needs. And maybe it is. “All mine.”
There’s a moment when Rakir and I lock gazes. Something passes between us, some sort of electric current. Not exactly love, but something else. Something deeper, something more primal.
An animal kind of devotion, undying and raw. The kind that links two beings for their entire lives. No looking back, no hesitation.
