Page 8 of My Captive's Heart
Straddling my hips with his knees on either side, his index finger skims down the slope of my neck, trailing along my collarbone, and hooking into the thin strap of my top.
“No!” Goosebumps erupt on my skin as he lowers it. “Please, don’t. You can still let me go.”
My other breast comes free for his sizzling gaze. Circling the hard tip, he toys with me, making me shiver. Cupping the underside, his fingers form a V around my nipple and squeeze harshly.
“I said I’m sorry for calling you an asshole,” I whimper even though it’s from the wicked sensation. “Why are you doing this? Don’t touch me.”
I buck underneath him, turning side to side.
His palm scrapes from one neglected breast to the other, torturing it the same way. I swear my nipples have never been this engorged.
“Sto—” He shoves two fingers between my lips, cutting me off. Pushing them deeper, he gags me on purpose.
I breathe through my nose, trying not to retch. He pulls back out just as abruptly and uses my saliva to wet my tight nipples. Finally bestowing them the attention I’ve been secretly wishing for, he rubs and rolls them around one by one.
Pretending to be disgusted, I yell angrily, “I’m going to tell the cops, you bastard. I’ll have you arrested.”
His chest vibrates like he’s silently laughing.
I narrow my gaze. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Gripping my shirt in the middle as it bunches underneath my breasts, he rips the satin in half with a sharp yank. The sound of tearing fabric pierces the wind. Throwing the ruined top somewhere behind me, he leers at my naked upper body.
Trailing his hand down my soft stomach, he deftly unbuttons my jeans and unzips to reveal the edges of my transparent lace panties.
He pauses at the sight for half a breath, like it’s throwing him off balance.
Like he’s seeing between my thighs for the first time.
Once again using his distraction against him, I yank my wrists free and flip onto my stomach to crawl away. I shiver as he grasps my ankle. Kicking back, I rise onto my knees to run from him.
A heavy weight lands on my back, crushing me to the unforgiving earth. My mouth yells, “No! Let me go! Let go! Let me go!”
While my mind chants… Fuck me! Take me! Ravage me!
With a fist in my hair, he turns my face to the side and presses it against the ground. Pushing one hand between our bodies, my jeans and panties are tugged down my ass.
The scent of my arousal drifts between us, bringing heat to my cheeks.
A normal girl wouldn’t be turned on by this.
Yet I can’t help but hunger for more.
To be dominated to the extreme.
“Oh my god! No… no… no,” I cry as rough hands drag my jeans and panties past my knees. A hot palm cups my mound possessively, earning a satisfied sigh from my lips. I quickly change my tune. “D-don’t touch me there.”
Dipping two fingers in my slit, my predator swirls them through my wetness. The ultimate proof of how much I’m enjoying this.
“Whyyy? Sto— Oohhh.” He thrusts them into my pussy savagely.
Jeez. Why do his fingers feel so much bigger and calloused?
Curving them in a perfect angle, he pulls out and pumps them back inside just as roughly. Right against my hidden spot that blasts stars behind my eyes. Making it so much difficult to play pretend.
Held down and finger fucked in the middle of nowhere, I’ve never felt more alive.
“Y-you won’t—”Thrust.“—g-get away—”Thrust.“—with—”Thrust.“—t-this-s.”
