Page 44 of Captured Pawn
Her struggle was my kryptonite.
Christ, I wanted to fuck her—over and over and over. But knowing we had limited time together, I also wanted to make tonight last as long as possible—to make as many memories as I could since memories would be all I’d have after I let her go.
Finally releasing her body, I walked back to the bed where I’d laid down the toys I planned on using on my stolen captive. As much as I’d love to have introduced Sophie to the wooden paddle, I knew it was too harsh for my little kitten. I picked up my flogger instead, returning to her side so I could hold out the implement for her to see.
“You are not going to touch me with that thing,” she ground out as she shied as far away from me as she could.
“Baby, this flogger is going to kiss you all over and trust me… you’re going to love every single minute of it.”
“I highly doubt that,” she moaned, her eyes wide as saucers.
“Would you rather I use a wooden paddle or maybe my belt?”
“Why do you have to use anything at all?” she asked innocently.
Honestly, it was a fair question.
“Pleasure and pain… dominance and submission… it’s what makes me tick.” When she looked skeptical, I realized how important it was for me to show her firsthand how amazing I could make it for her—for us.
Moving closer so I could hold her body in my arms, I spoke softly against her ear. “Close your eyes for me, kitten.” I waited until she complied before adding, “Don’t overthink this. I’ve got you. Let me show you how good I can make it. And if I’m wrong and you really do want me to stop, you have the power. Just say red.”
Her eyes opened and our gaze connected in the mirror. The trust I saw shining back at me was like a treasure I didn’t even know I needed, but now that I had her trust, I knew I never wanted to lose it.
“Close your eyes,” I repeated.
I missed her violet eyes when she complied, but I didn’t waste any time in stepping back and introducing my flogger to her rounded ass. Keeping my first half-dozen strikes soft, I showed great restraint, letting Sophie grow accustomed to the feel of the leather strips on her skin.
As a pink hue spread across her ass, I added more strength, pulling new mews and sounds from the beautiful woman hanging from my ceiling. I then amped up the scene by widening my target zone, laying stripes across her back and then the back of her thighs, which brought the first whimper from my beautiful captive.
Her skin was the recipient of the punishing strikes, but my own cock was paying the price. It ached with need—the craving to bury myself deep in her pussy or even better, her tight ass, was my own punishing torture.
Despite the room being a bit chilly from the air conditioning, a sheen of perspiration made her body glisten in the low lighting. It pushed me past my point of restraint, and I threw the flogger to the floor.
As much as I’d have loved to spend another hour building up to claiming her once and for all, I knew I wouldn’t last that long. The only other thing I had enough patience for was to grab the clover-style nipple clamps from the bed.
Lunging forward, I sucked one of her tits into my mouth, nipping and sucking with very little finesse as she cried out my name. I clipped the metal onto her nipple. Her shout told me she was struggling with the bite of pain I’d delivered. I hesitated as she took several fast, deep breaths, waiting to see if she’d use her safeword. When it didn’t come, I moved on to her other peak—licking, nipping, biting, and clamping.
“Oh, my God!” she cried, bucking her hips forward, forcing her body to swing from her restrained wrists.
I almost came from watching Sophie come unglued as she struggled to accept the bite of pain, proving what I already knew—I was a true sadist.
Watching her writhing as she dangled from the hook was my undoing. This time when I hugged her from behind, I lifted her bottom half, my arms at the back of her flogged thighs. She was petite, and I easily lifted her high enough to put the tip of my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy.
I held her there until her violet eyes met mine in the mirror. We haven’t known each other long, but there was so much emotion in her gaze. Lust and desire I’d expected. It was her trust that I treasured the most, and in that moment, I silently prayed I never did anything to lose that trust.
“Sophie…” I barely recognized my own voice.
I didn’t know what I was waiting for until she answered with a simple, “Show me.”
It was a bastard move, but I let gravity pull her body down as I thrust forward, impaling her in one drive. We both cried out, the passion of the moment bringing an intimacy I wasn’t prepared for. My hips pistoned hard and fast as I lifted and dropped her body onto my pole again and again. As if the physical pleasure wasn’t earth-shattering enough, the rhythmic slapping of our bodies filled the room and tore my gaze from her face down to watch myself fuck her in our reflection.
Her pussy clamped around my cock as she threw her head back on my shoulder with a loud growl of satisfaction as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
On a different day, I might have complained that she’d come without permission, but having the privilege of watching Sophie was worth it. It put more pressure on me to hold my own release off until I could get her ready to come again—and the next time would be as I shot my cum inside her.
A sliver of guilt for not discussing birth control with her tried to ruin the moment, but I pushed it away, knowing that if tonight was our only night together, I didn’t want anything to come between us—not even a thin layer of latex.
Leaving my shaft buried inside her, I instructed, “Lift your arms, baby. I’m taking you down from the hook.”
