Page 18 of Gladiator's Captive
Chapter Ten
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Serena
A rough hand closed on my nape, long fingers wrapping all the way around my neck, the tips just at the frenzied beating of my jugular. My mind was lost in a thick haze of lust, fear fluttering along the edges of my body like a cloud. It shouldn’t have made me more aroused, but it did. My breathing was ragged and my skin was on fire, every minute touch of Rager’s hands amplified a thousand-fold.
Still, I wanted more.
Rager held me down on the boulder, flat on my stomach, my legs hanging down the side and in the sand. My head rested on the stone, my cheek against its soothing coolness. The hold on my nape was of steel, hard fingers preventing me from moving, restraining me with a pitiless power, withholding nothing of his savage nature.
“Don’t move.” It was a command given by a man who knew how to order others, a man who expected to be obeyed. Rager’s hand lifted from my skin, leaving a mark on my neck that almost throbbed with cold.
He moved behind me, and his leather pants fell to the ground just at the corner of my vision. I couldn’t see, but I knew he was a sculpture of a man, thighs thick and strong, long muscles wrapping around his bones.
His cock was sure to be as thick and long. The thought of Rager’s sex sent a shiver of fear and arousal alongside my nerves and more wetness pooled between my legs. My cheeks burned with shame as the smell of my pussy grew stronger against the smell of the desert.
Rager moved behind me, his hand returning to hold me down by the neck like some small, vicious animal he intended to tame. His other hand traced the arch of my spine, the contact hot and rough, callused fingers kneading the plump, soft flesh of my hips before going lower. I inhaled sharply as Rager ran his palm over my sensitive bottom, but didn’t move.
“So beautiful.” There was a dreamy tone in Rager’s voice. An appreciation that made me want to beg and crawl in front of him. “So sweet.”
His fingers closed around the inside of one thigh, then braced it up against my stomach, the other one soon following. I stayed there, my knees pushed up against my chest, my ass and pussy on full display.
I had no way to be sure, but somehow I knew my pussy and the inside of my thighs glistened with my juices in the silver moonlight.
Rager’s hand went down the inside of my leg and to the folds of my sex, then withdrew. I heard him inhale deeply, knew he was taking in the scent of my arousal in some kind of primitive, animal way. It turned me on even more.
“You’re so wet for me, so innocent. I can feel you’ve never had a male fuck you before.”
There was a heaviness in the way Rager spoke, some primal, dark and feral instinct that terrified and electrified me at the same time. I shivered in anticipation, my back arched, my pussy and asshole on full display. A tiny part of me was ashamed, knew I should be rebelling, but the lure of pleasure was too great. I was too far gone and there was no walking back that line.
I was a willing prisoner and pleasure lined the bars of my cell.
Rager’s hands were on me, covering my ass cheeks, then spreading them even wider. His thumb trailed inside, pausing to rub on the tiny, puckered hole, then pushing just inside, forcing his way in despite the tight ring of muscle. I whined, fear suppressing my senses for one moment.
“No.” I heard the plea in my voice, knew there was no mercy to be expected but had to ask for it anyway.
“Yes.” Rager’s answer was merciless as he pushed his thumb all the way inside, invading my previously unviolated hole. It was big and filling, strange and uncomfortable, but not painful. “I will take all I want from you. There is no holding back, no choice left. All you can do now is surrender to me.”
Rager’s thumb withdrew, and he moved behind me, his big, muscular body like a cloud of heat at my back, radiating through the air. His other hand circled around my hip, moving down toward my drenched pussy. As his finger found my throbbing, painfully aroused clit, I cried out under the assault of sensation. My entire body had been starving for him to touch me there and I wanted more of it. I arched my back even more, pushing my hips against Rager’s finger, the increased contact almost enough to send me over into the abyss and under a raging sea of pleasure I might never crawl out of.
Rager’s finger withdrew and a single blow covered both my ass cheeks, fire spreading straight to my pussy, wrapping around my throbbing, desperate clit like a kiss from a ghost. I cried out, both from pain and frustration at the loss of his touch.
“No.” His voice wasn’t the voice of a man. It was the voice of an animal, feral and low, full of primal need and authority, echoing in every one of my cells. “You won’t come until I allow it. Say you understand me.”
“Yes.” My voice was thread thin, but I obeyed anyway. There was an erotic pleasure in the obedience, a fulfillment that was freeing in a way I would have never imagined. In a way I might never admit, even to myself. “I understand.”
Rager resumed his touch, his finger brushing over my clit, circling it then flicking it. The motion was a slow torture, the pleasure mounting inside my body, reaching dangerous levels. The sensations were like the water behind a dam, moving up and up, threatening the limits of my sanity. Then Rager inserted one thick, long finger inside me, my walls convulsively closing around it. Then another. The virgin seal stretched, pain shooting like an arrow, but there was too much pleasure to notice.
Rager began fucking me with his fingers, always faster, always harder. I was so wet, so ready, I began moving my hips in tandem with his motion.
