Page 23 of Captured
A hand moves from my ankle to my chin, painfully slow as he massages my flesh.
“Mine.” Rakir repeats again, the word like a promise and a threat all into one. His hand slides up and inside my leg until he cups my dripping, throbbing pussy.
“Mine.”
He slides a thick finger into the wet folds, gathering my juices as he slips up the crack of my ass. I whimper as his fingers slide over my puckered hole, one forcing its way into the tight ring of muscle.
“Mine.” Again. A single word for a single purpose.
He moves at my back and soon, my heart flutters with fear as the blunt tip of his large cock comes to rest at my back entrance. I feel fluid spill out of the tip of his cock, warm and slick. Some sort of lubricant his cock emits, coating the ring of muscles. I fuss, fear shooting through me that he will take me there. I’ve seen his cock, I know how large he is. I know it’ll hurt like a bitch.
“No.” My voice shakes and I try to move away from Rakir’s weight, but I can’t.
“Mine.” He says, like it’s the only word he knows. Like it’s the only word that matters. Like it makes everything okay. And as his fingers move around my hip and rub the throbbing, desperate tiny nub at the apex of my sex, it is. It does make it okay.
Rakir circles my clit with his wicked finger, sending throbs of need all the way to my brain, filling my nerves with anticipation and pleasure.
“Mine.” Rakir says again, his voice impossibly husky, his fingers still torturing my clit as he circles and flicks the over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
I’m crazed with need, but fear still blinds me. I’m afraid of the pain, afraid of the surrender. It’s too total, too complete. What Rakir wants is nothing short of a conquest. The annihilation of my free will.
Maybe it’s worth it, just to feel this much pleasure.
As sensations mount in my clit, my hips undulate of their own accord trying desperately to increase the feeling. I’m so close to a release it hurts.
But Rakir doesn’t make it that easy. Nothing is that easy with him.
Instead, he pushes his cock just inside. Pain shoots as the tight circle of muscles is stretched, sharp and instantaneous, increased by my fear. More of the lubricant spills inside me. I can feel its warmth as it comes inside, easing the passage of his massive cock in the delicate tissues. It’s like he can control it, willfully spilling it to ease his way in.
At the same time, Rakir rubs my clit harder. The pain mixes with the pleasure and my fear, melting them together.
In one great thrust, he impales my back entrance completely, breaching my body with his own. I cry out, the sensations overwhelming my brain.
“Mine.” This time, there’s no mistaking the claim of the conqueror in his tone.
Rakir doesn’t allow me time to adjust. He fucks my asshole mercilessly, pumping in and out with his full weight, ramming into my tender flesh. His fingers rub my clit in a fast, circular motion.
I moan and cry, my entire body threatening to collapse under the onslaught of sensation. I’m so close to a release, I’m not sure I’ll survive if I don’t come in the next minute. I might drop dead before that.
Rakir still fucks my ass like he’s some kind of feral, rabid beast. His cock is impossibly hard and large inside my tiny, puckered hole, going in and out with no mercy, no tenderness.
No, this is a time for conquest. A time for surrender and victory. A time for all the delicious sensations to cover and conquer me. To reduce me to ashes and dust.
I’m a willing victim. A woman with no will or plans. Only desire. A desire that burns through me like a bonfire, leaving nothing behind but a wasteland.
Still, Rakir pounds into me. He grunts and growls at my back, his sweaty, hot body covering mine. He’s as crazed as I am, but still, he doesn’t come.
The sensations build to a dangerous, torturous level. I’m not a person anymore. Just a lump of flesh full of need, yearning for a release that doesn’t come.
Then, when the yearning turns to anguish, when my puckered hole burns and stings from being taken so roughly, Rakir stops his circling.
He pinches my tiny nub, tugging at it in the same movement.
I scream, my mind gone in a blank. The climax works through me, building up in wave after wave until I don’t even remember my name anymore.
At my back, Rakir roars, the sound like nothing I’ve heard before. Power and pride mixed into one, ultimate and male.
My climax morphs and continues, the unstoppable waves of rapture rolling into my body, until my screams become a strangled moan. Only then does Rakir’s roar change.
