Page 104 of Captured Fantasy

I played with the idea of lying to protect her, but decided against it.

“We played Russian Roulette and Rico made it to the second round before he walked away. I won you fairly and Lucien told me I was free to marry you.”

Her lips parted and her pupils widened. I felt her body tense through my grip and her breathing grew heavy.

“You risked all that for me?” she whispered.

“I’d do it again.”

Her slender fingers slid around my torso and seized, her nails digging into my ribs. She leaned forward, her violet gaze burning beneath her heavy lashes, and her mouth just skimmed mine. Fire and heat surged through me. It took everything I had to keep still, to allow her to touch me the way she wanted.

“You are a fucking insane man,” she whispered into my mouth.

“Only for you.”

My cock was hard, fighting against the zipper of my pants. Her lips parted and her tongue slid from between her teeth. I tasted her for the barest second. She took my jaw in her fingers and turned it to the side and pressed a kiss below my ear. Electricity crackled and I closed my eyes as she kissed down to my neck.

Her lips drew back and she bit me, pain shooting through my body.

“Jesus—fuck,” I hissed, pulling her back.

“I just want you to know who you belong to,” she said, her lids heavy with desire.

I gathered her wrists in one hand, pulling her to her feet and flipping her until she was bent over the counter. Her dress hitched up, revealing her ass and her lace panties. A cry burst from her as I brought my hand down and her thighs clenched, working against the counter edge.

“Oh, you’ve had this coming for a while, Enza,” I said.

The temptation to spank her was driving me wild. She moaned, whimpering, and I took that as permission. She gasped as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the pillows.

She scrambled up as I stripped off my shoes and shirt and moved across the bed toward her. Her eyes were wide and her breasts heaved as I advanced on her. Stalking her like she was prey.

“Tell me your colors, Mrs. Russo,” I breathed.

She swallowed. “Red for stop. Yellow for approaching my limit.”

“And green?”

“Green for…fuck me harder, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

In a single movement, I flipped her onto her stomach and secured her wrists to the restraints. She locked her ankles, but I forced my hand between her knees and parted her legs. She whimpered like an animal when I ripped down her panties.

I pulled her naked lower body across my lap. Her whimper turned into a yelp as my palm contacted her ass, the soft flesh shaking beneath the blow. Her body writhed, but I kept her still. The second strike made her scream and her knees dug into the bed, her spine arcing.

“Do you need your colors?”

She shook her head, moaning from between her teeth. The next strike made her perfect skin turn a deep red, my handprint burned onto her ass. The next and the next made her body go limp and a quiet whimper burst from her lips. She clung to my forearm, her beautiful body draped across my thigh, laid out like a sacrifice across my bed.

When she was a sweet, submissive mess in my arms, I stopped and flipped her onto her back. There were tear streaks down her face, but her expression was euphoric.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

She nodded. “I need you to fuck me,” she begged.

I slid my palm down her thigh and delved between her thighs. Jesus Christ, she was soaked. I pushed my fingers inside her and her hot pussy clenched around them.

“I’m not going to let you come yet,” I said gently.

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