Page 62 of Captured Solace

“You have the fucking weirdest family,” he said, once the door was shut.

“I know,” I said. “Believe me.”

We showered together and it felt incredibly intimate to be pressed into the small, steamy space with him. Feeling his hands roam over my body and his mouth moving over mine. I teased him, getting him hard and then allowing him to soften again before taking him in my hand. At the end of the shower, he was desperate, pushing his hips against my ass and grinding on me. He followed me into the bedroom and tossed me naked onto the bed.

He climbed atop me, pushing me up onto the pillows. My heart moved faster as I realized what he wanted. He wanted to fuck my mouth, to have total control over how he took my throat. For a moment, I considered saying no, intimidated by the fluttering in my stomach, but the relentless heat and slickness between my thighs urged me to keep quiet.

His pale eyes searched me, his chest heaving with desire. There were still droplets of water on the ridges of his stomach from our shower. I shifted beneath him, slipping my hands behind my back to show him he was in control.

“I want to tie your wrists, baby,” he breathed.

I gazed up at him, mouth dry, and nodded.

He took one of his ties out and secured my hands behind my back. Then he tied another around my eyes, leaving me in total darkness. I felt him shift my body on the bed and then my head dropped over the edge. My heartbeat dropped between my thighs at the thought of what he was going to do.

“Open your mouth.” His disembodied voice was gentle. I felt his fingertip skim my breast and I obeyed as his fingers found my mouth. “Open up so you can take my cock for me, baby.”

Surrounded by nothingness, I took a leap of faith and opened my mouth. Above me, I heard him spit and felt it on my tongue. My throat bobbed as I swallowed and he cupped my jaw with firm fingers.

“I didn’t say you could swallow,” he said. “You hold whatever I give you in your mouth until I allow you to swallow it. Understood?”

I nodded. Between my thighs, my clit pulsed almost painfully.

He spat into my mouth again and I forced myself to hold it. Then I felt him shift, move away from me, and then a hot, wet mouth pressed to my pussy. I moaned, almost swallowing his saliva, but he pinched my right nipple hard in warning. Then he leaned over me, his chest brushing my breasts, and spat into my mouth twice more.

“Now spread that over your lips,” he ordered.

I felt his weight lift from the bed and then something soft and hot and hard all over skimmed over my face. Fuck, his cock felt so good I couldn’t keep back a moan of desperation. My pussy contracted, working desperately to grip around thin air, needing to be filled. I dug my fingers into the sheets and used my tongue to force his saliva to the front of my mouth and wet my lips, feeling it run down my cheek.

“So obedient, baby,” he murmured. “Such a perfect girl.”

Then his cock pressed against my mouth, sliding over my tongue, and filling my throat. I forced myself to keep still and try to relax even though every time he thrust, it cut off my air. Instead, I focused on letting him use my throat until I could feel the wetness, all slick between my thighs.

He pressed in, his stroke deep enough I felt it slip past the bend in my throat. My whole body wanted to gag, to whimper, as he pulled back, but I forced myself to keep calm. My ears roared and in the distance I could hear him whispering words of praise, his voice husky with desire.

“Such a good slut, getting her throat fucked like a whore. Taking it so fucking well,” he murmured. “Is this what you needed? To have me treat you like a dirty, little fucktoy, baby?”

The way he cradled my head in his big, lean hands as he teased my mouth with the tip of his cock. I moaned as he pressed it in, pushing with agonizing slowness until he couldn’t fit another inch into my throat. He was already so deep in me I struggled to breathe, but as he pressed in this time, I swallowed him and he slid so deep I thought I might come from the sensations pounding through me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he whispered, pausing. I felt his fingertip slide down my throat and up again, tracing where his cock was buried in me. “You perfect, beautiful slut, taking every inch of me into your throat.”

He pulled out slowly, just enough so I could take a breath. Then he began fucking my mouth with tempered strokes and felt my body relax, my throat opening to take him fully. It was strange, almost like meditation. The breath between each stroke, the tingling in my body, all culminating between my thighs.

Then I heard the faint buzzing of a vibrator. Without missing a stroke, he pressed it to my clit, resting it between my legs. My body jerked as pleasure surged, making its way like a storm through my body. He had his hand on my throat, steadying me, as he took my mouth.

I came, my body spasming and jerking as hot pleasure burst in my hips. My pussy pulsed hard, hot ecstasy pumping through me in waves. He made a harsh sound and pulled from my mouth, leaving me gasping. Warm wetness spilled over me, hitting my breasts and throat in ropes. My God, he was coming all over me and I loved it.

Before my first orgasm was over, another one began, this time intense to the point of pain. I was distantly aware of him over me, of his cum dripping from my body, but I couldn’t move or speak as pleasure hit me so hard I cried out, my body arcing off the bed. Then it was over and I lay tingling, my legs jerking and my pussy pulsing and raw.

He tugged the blindfold from me as I lay there, completely spent.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asked.

I nodded, still wordless as I looked up at him. He picked me up and carried me into the shower and for the second time that evening, he washed my body clean with gentle fingers. When he was done, my legs were steady and I was able to stand on my own.

He put on his suit in the bedroom as I did my makeup in my underwear. When he returned, warmth filled my chest at the sight of him. God, he was so handsome in his blue suit.If he hadn’t already fucked everything out of me, I’d take him right here. Instead, I stood on my toes and kissed him briefly before turning back to the mirror to put the finishing touches on my makeup.

“How’d I do?” I asked lightly.

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