Page 65 of Captured
This is a possession of the mind and soul and the link goes both ways. I’m his, his eyes say. And he’s mine.
But as much as he has proclaimed his ownership, Rakir is not done. His cock slips out of my mouth. His hand trails along my skin, first my shoulder, down my spine, up the round arch of my back. I can’t see him anymore as he goes to stand right behind me.
He still has more of me to possess, more of me to tame and brand.
His hands come to rest on my butt cheeks, the pain of the contact easing into heat as he massages the flesh he just punished.
“Beautiful.” Rakir says again, his tone dreamy, his voice too low for anyone but me to hear. “Juliet.”
He says my name like a caress, like it flows on his tongue. My body is already screaming for more, the devastating orgasm from before nothing but a tease. I want more of him, not just the pleasure. I want the possession of his flesh, to feel him come inside me.
His weight shifts as he presses his thighs against mine. I’m fully restrained, I can’t look back at him, no matter how hard I try. His fingers circle my thighs, resting in front of my throbbing pussy. Wetness spills out, covers his fingers as he teases, his touch feather light, running up and down the swollen, bare lips.
Then he doesn’t tease anymore.
In one harsh, powerful push, he impales me. His cock slips into my core stretching me without giving me time to adjust.
I scream as sensations ripple across my body.
He doesn’t stop. Rakir fucks me roughly, his hand running along my spine up to my hair. He grabs the intricate, elegant braid and pulls, hard, forcing my head back. He keeps hammering into me like the beast he is. His balls, tight and large, come swinging, hitting my clit with every powerful thrust.
This is no lovemaking. There is no tenderness, no mercy. There’s only a male and a female, two parts of the same whole.
I howl under the domination of him, under the weight of his dominion. The raw pleasure of it. My core clenches around his cock, begging for more as it begins to quiver. I know I’ll come again and soon.
Then it happens. The climax comes like a dam breaking, deep within me. I scream mindlessly as pleasure rolls into me, more powerful than anything I can imagine. Still, that wonderful, hard cock keeps coming.
Then he slips out of me before the orgasm is over and I growl, the sound more feral and vicious than I ever thought possible coming out of me. The growl turns into a whimper as his long, thick, hard cock shoves right into my tiny puckered hole.
Rakir fucks me there with rage. Like a war of the flesh, like a battle.
His hand comes to my front and he rubs on my clit hard and direct. My orgasm, interrupted a second ago, comes back with a vengeance and I just scream. My throat burns and my body shakes in the restraints. Still, it keeps coming. At my back, I can feel Rakir unraveling, his own pleasure so close he’s lost control.
Then he roars, impaling himself deep into my flesh, his seed spilling into me. The last of my rapture rolls alongside his until we’re not two people anymore, but a single organism made of flesh and blood, with two hearts beating together at the same rhythm.
I collapse as Rakir slips out of me and darkness blankets the world. I’m vaguely aware of the crowd cheering, their voices inflating in the domed room.
All that matters is Rakir. Rakir always. Rakir untying me and cradling my body against him like I’m the most precious treasure in the world.
Then, there’s only darkness and the remnants of pleasure, still on my tongue.
