Page 42 of My Captive's Heart
Then I make love to my Sleeping Beauty.
Deliberately slow as I drive in and out of her pussy.
Her tits begin to sway, drawing me to them. I latch onto her nipple, swallowing half of her tit and licking the soft flesh. Heat travels up my shaft, bringing immense pleasure at the taboo desire I’m fulfilling with my woman.
She’s here to serve me, conscious or not.
We’re a twisted match made in heaven.
My thrusts stutter in the final moments before I slam to the hilt and spurt every drop of my semen inside her.
I stay buried, slide one arm under her, and switch our positions. She burrows herself against my chest, sighing in contentment.
Satisfaction is nowhere close.
A depraved hunger awakens inside me.
I climb down from the bed with her cradled against my body. Outside in the hall, I walk toward the dungeon I custom-designed for her fantasy. Somehow, it became mine too. I carry her straight into the cage.
She stirs from all the movement. I don’t soothe her. It’s time for her to wake up.
Dropping down, I lay her on the mattress. One by one, I raise her arms over her head and cuff her wrists to the bars. Crawling down her body until I’m straddling her waist, I lean over and kiss her hard on the lips.
I’m coaxing and animalistic as I ravage her lush mouth. Squeezing her cheeks, I push my tongue in and suck on her bottom lip, biting and pulling. She moans, writhing as I move down the column of her throat, kissing and nipping along the way.
“A-Alex…” she cries softly. “Daddy!”
Her back bows as she starts to regain full consciousness. Long eyelashes fling open, clashing with mine. They soften at the sight of me hovering over her. Without paying attention to the change of scenery, she reaches for me.
When she can’t, she snaps her confused gaze over her shoulder. Her lips form a stunned O at her bound wrists. Any lingering haziness vanishes in a blink.
I flip her over onto her stomach, making her arms crisscross.
“Ahh.” A yelp leaves her throat. “Alex?”
“I can’t wait.” I maneuver her onto her knees, parting her ass cheeks. “I need to claim every part of you right now.”
Without waiting for her answer, I circle her puckered hole with my tongue. She lurches away, moaning shamefully. I snatch her back, spit on her entrance, and thrust my tongue in.
“Oh god!” cries Molly.
She’s loose from all the toys I made her wear, giving me easy entry. I groan at her taste. The illicitness. The thrill of being the first man to fuck her little ass. “Daddy’s going to enjoy claiming you here, little bird. I’m going to pound you so good that you’ll be an anal slut in no time.”
“Yess… Make me your slut, Daddy. Please fuck my ass with your tongue. I want it.”
“Such a filthy mouth you have, brat.”
“Less talking, more fucking, Daddy.”
Smack.“Is this how you talk to me?”
“I-I’m sorry.” Her husky tone is the opposite. Yet she begs, “Please lick me, Alex. Please. I crave your mouth.”
I press my lips to her hole before she even finishes the sentence. Lewd little noises spill from her as I eat her out from her clit to her virgin ass. She shamelessly rides my face. The minute she’s close to coming, I release her.
“Don’t move,” I command.
I grab what I need from the bedside table and return to her. She’s gone perfectly still, her head lowered to the ground.
