Page 72 of Captured Fantasy

“Jesus, you sweet, little whore,” he breathed.

His hand returned to my throat. He applied pressure slowly this time and I went limp, giving myself up to him as he thrust into me.

The orgasm burst into my body like a revelation, spreading through me in a wave of heat. I grasped his wrist with both hands, holding on as I shook on his cock. He swore between his teeth, hammering into me so hard the picture next to us fell from the wall and shattered. I didn’t care—I was too lost in the euphoria of pain and pleasure and suffocation throbbing through me like a drum.

All at once, he released me and pulled from my body. “Get on your knees, baby.”

Shaking, I gladly dropped to my knees. He gathered my hair into a ponytail in his fist and pulled my head back. Hard. His hand, the one with the ring on his smallest finger, moved over his cock, jerking himself. There was a second of heavy breathing between us in the dark and he groaned and I felt hot wetness spatter across my face. My eyes instinctively closed as he released, his cum falling across my lips, my eyelids, and down my throat.

There was a long moment of silence. I heard him swear softly and he wiped across my face with a bit of fabric. I opened my eyes tentatively to find him crouched before me, cleaning me off with his shirt.

“Was that too much?” he said, lifting my chin between his forefinger and thumb.

I shook my head, still breathless.

“You’re alright?”

“Yes.” My voice was raspy.

He tapped my chin. “That’s my perfect girl.”

The corner of his mouth turned up and I glowed with pride, smiling back up at him. He was pleased, he was satisfied, and in this moment, in this warm, safe space, that was all that mattered.

“Let’s clean you up and get you something to eat,” he said, lifting me in his arms.

I felt shaky and stupid, but, oh so satisfied as he brought me upstairs. I sat quietly on the edge of the tub and watched while he filled a bath and then he helped me in. He stripped naked, showing off a flash of a new tattoo across his right abdomen as he slipped into the water with me.

He pulled me onto his lap and began gently massaging my hips and lower back.

I leaned back, practically purring. “Why haven’t you fucked me like that before?” I whispered.

“I didn’t think our first time together was the right moment to choke you until you came,” he said.

He had a point.

“Are you satisfied?” He nuzzled my neck, hot breath sending tingles through my body.

I nodded, smiling at the memory of my orgasm. “Yes, it was amazing. Like…really amazing.”

He played with my hair, running it through his fingers. “It’s a pity no one has bothered to satisfy you up until now, Mrs. Russo. You come easy and you’re fucking beautiful when you do.”

Heat flushed over my cheeks and I swallowed, wordless. I’d never felt so safe with any man before and it brought a lump to my throat. I slid a little further down in the water and rested my head on his chest, nestling it against the base of his throat.

“You know,” I said after a while. “I’ve told you everything about my background, but you’ve never told me about yours. You don’t talk about work much either. Tell me something.”

“Well,” he said slowly. “I found out today that everyone at work thinks I’m younger than I am.”

I laughed. “Really? Why?”

“I graduated college late,” he said. “Took a few semesters off. I guess Lucien calculated my age from my graduation. Anyway, I didn’t correct them because it seems more impressive somehow to be doing what I do at twenty-two than twenty-four.”

“Won’t your sister tell Lucien? Surely she knows your age.”

“I doubt it.”

I turned. “What?”

There was a flicker of something in his gaze. “We never celebrated birthdays growing up, never talked about it much. I doubt she knows what my exact age is.”

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