Page 34 of Keeping My Captive

“Does this feel good, Aria?” he asks me, his voice a guttural whisper.

Again, I refuse to answer. Instead, I moan loudly, my eyes rolling back in my head as his tongue swirls around my throbbing clit.

A sudden slap on my pussy has me coming back to reality. “I need your words, Aria,” he demands. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You hold all the power here.”

I hold all the power? I’ve never felt more powerless in my entire life. But then I realize I can tell him to stop, and all of this would end. I open my mouth to say it, but the words won’t come out. A frustrated sob escapes my lips instead. I don’t want this to feel good. I don’t want him to make me feel good. And yet I don’t tell him to stop. I can’t.

There’s a fine line between wanting to keep my dignity and wanting to continue taking all the pleasure he’s giving me. Slowly, I feel myself falling over the edge of the line until I’m begging him for more. “Don’t…don’t stop,” I plead shamelessly.

He hums in approval, and I can feel the vibration against my flesh. And then his tongue assaults my clit as his thick finger teases my entrance, causing every nerve in my body to awaken at his adept ministrations.

“If anyone would look up right now, they would see your dripping, wet cunt,” he breathes against my thigh.

My head falls forward, and my lungs suddenly seize as I stare down at the crowd below us. Anyone could glance up here at any moment and see us; see what Mateo is doing to me. That should be enough to turn me off and tell him to stop all of this. But why does it seem to have the opposite effect? Why is it turning me on?

Before I can even question that…or my sanity, Mateo groans, “Fuck, I’m addicted to your sweet nectar,cariño.” He dips his finger into my entrance, testing me, teasing me. “Tell me, Aria. Have you ever done this? Has anyone ever tasted you before?” he asks.

I know I should lie. I know I should tell him that it’s happened at least once or multiple times. But for some reason, I end up telling him the truth. “No,” I admit.

His tongue slides against my clit, a low, possessive growl slipping past his lips and vibrating against my center as he licks me, making me groan loudly. I no longer care about hiding my pleasure from him. I’m too far gone.

“I’m going to be tasting you on my tongue for weeks,” he confesses.

I shudder at his dirty words and moan in desperation. I can feel my pending orgasm curling low in my stomach, but I’m scared to go over the edge. I’m scared for what it means for me, for him, for us.

My legs begin trembling uncontrollably as I reach the precipice. A hazy wave of lust courses through my veins as his tongue flicks back and forth over my clit.

“Please!” I beg, not even knowing what I’m truly asking for.

“Come for me, Aria,” Mateo demands before he presses his mouth on my exposed sex and tortures my clit with rhythmic circles.

I cry out my captor’s name as the orgasm is ripped from my body, shattering me and leaving me completely and utterly destroyed. Mateo’s strong hands hold me up when my knees give out, and he continues to lick me until I’m a quivering mess in his arms.

I feel like I’ve just gone to space and touched the surface of the sun. I’m burning up and struggling to find enough oxygen to fill my lungs. I cling to the railing, trying to catch my breath. Mateo’s tongue gives my clit a few lazy licks, causing me to shudder, before he finally stands. Then, he surprises me by carefully fixing my thong and the back of my dress. I wouldn’t think he’d care about that considering he just made me flash my vagina to a few hundred people below us.

I can hear his cell phone buzzing, and then he informs me, “We need to go,corazón.”

I take an unsteady step and clutch the rail. My legs feel like jelly. “I don’t know if I can walk,” I confess as a blush creeps up my neck.

“I could always carry you,” he offers with a smirk.

Shaking my head, I straighten my back and glare at him.

“Ah, so you’re back to hating me,” Mateo says with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I’ll be waiting downstairs for you then,” he tells me before turning and walking away.

Reluctantly, I follow him down the stairs, the music growing louder with every step I take. Only, this time, I don’t feel the panic trying to snake its way inside of my chest with every drop of the bass. I guess Mateo’s little stunt upstairs did work even though I hate him a little more because of it.

My first orgasm was given to me by my captor, a man who bought me at an auction. And it was in a public place. But even more than that, what if this completely changes the dynamic of our relationship?

No, I won’t let it, I decide right then and there.

If Mateo thinks I’ll give in to him so easily again, he’s got another thing coming. I won’t let my body override my brain next time. I need to keep a safe distance from him and not let his talented fingers…or tongue near me again.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I glance back up to the VIP room where we just were. I see the glass encased room we were in, but then I realize the glass is reflective and not see-through. There was never a threat of anyone looking up and seeing me even though Mateo led me to believe there was.

He protected me. Once again.

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