Page 19 of Gladiator's Captive
He allowed me this movement, but I knew he would forbid me more. My brain was devoid of any thought as I breathed in the sensations, my entire body consumed like a brazier, until I couldn’t take any more. But I had no power to stop it. A desperate sob passed my lips. I needed to come so hard it hurt.
“That’s it, now you can come for me.”
One final, tiny tug on my small bundle of nerves was all it took to send me into the void. The climax hit me like a brick wall.
Hard. Total. Devastating.
I screamed with no restraint, the sound loud and as wild as the pleasure that wrecked my body, all that pent-up energy just gushing out wave after wave until I collapsed on the stone, my mind in a blank, my breathing shallow and fast.
Rager removed his hands and the loss of the contact almost made me scream in frustration.
“Turn around.” That same commanding tone, impossible to ignore, under total control.
I obeyed, turning around to face Rager. I was shocked by the sight of him in the dim light of the moon. His arousal had darkened the animal markings on his skin, the stripes vivid along his ribcage, around his muscular arms and highlighting his sharp features. His eyes shone with a feverish glow, a ravenous and very male hunger plain on them as he studied my nakedness. Then my breath caught when my eyes latched onto his erection.
He was long and thick, the girth of his cock as wide as my wrist, the tip round and bulbous, shining with a steady drip of white pre-cum. I had never seen a male sex before and fear pulsed in my body as I stared at it.
“Show yourself to me,” Rager ordered, his eyes latching on my pussy like a starving man at a feast. “Hold onto your knees and spread your legs.”
I obeyed, not even realizing I did so. The compulsion to obey was too strong, I would not even know how to refuse him despite my fear of the large, hard cock pointing straight at me.
Rager bent, grabbed my knees to spread them even further, pushing toward my belly. His head lowered and he inhaled my scent, heady after my climax. I could feel my juices coating the lips of my pussy, dripping down my inner thighs and the crack of my ass.
“You smell so good. So female and sated.” His voice was less controlled, more male and possessive than ever. “I’m going to feast on you, my precious. And I’m going to hear you scream my name again.”
“Oh, Gods!” I moaned as Rager’s tongue made contact with my swollen pussy. His tongue was slightly raspy, the texture making my flesh quiver with each long, deep lick.
Rager lost no time. He flicked at my tiny nerve bundle, ultra-sensitive after my climax, then went to my hole, fucking me with his tongue. And again.
I lost any notion of time and space as my head pushed against the stone and my eyes shut to the world. My body was there for the taking, for whatever Rager wanted of me. I would not shy away from anything, as long as those hands were on me, as long as that pulse ran through my body, famished for more. Once more, Rager filled my pussy with his fingers, two at a time, pressing against the inside of my walls all the while attacking my clit from the outside with his devious, delicious tongue.
The second climax washed over me with all the wrath of a summer storm. Pure, undiluted power, reducing my body to quivers and shakes.
In total surrender.
Rager drank my juices, growling against my pussy as I screamed mindlessly. When my screams finally died down and I blinked, not even seeing the glorious full moon high in the sky, Rager lifted his head. His large body moved above mine, his hands running over my stomach, pulling my legs down. Finally, I was able to shake myself from my pleasure-induced trance to lock my gaze with the two most amazing eyes I had ever seen. Rager’s green irises were brimming with fire, with a desire that matched my own. It took my breath away, made my already sated body sing anew.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” Rager’s voice was a gravelly rumble, more like an animal’s growl than a man’s voice. But then again, Rager was more animal than man.
“I’m afraid,” I managed to say as Rager positioned his large cock near my entrance, pulling my hips up on his lap.
A savage grin spread his lips, exposing his two sharp white fangs. “You should be. You should fear my lust even more than my rage.”
Fear spread at the speed of adrenaline in my body, lighting up my skin, made me breathless. This was not just a man, this was a predator who had found his prey and was ready to devour me, alive and screaming for mercy.
More wetness gushed from my pussy and I fell back on the stone. A small part of me whispered that I should fight this, should run while I could. But it was useless. The time for escaping was long gone.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew there was more. More pleasure, more rapture. More delicious, ravenous surrender.
And surrender I did. I surrendered everything and all I was to that moment, to those hands on my body and that cock ready to possess me like no other before.
