Page 51 of Keeping My Captive

The thought of him tying me up and taking what he wants causes my thighs to clench together. Oh my god, why does that turn me on? It definitely should not.

“Stand by the edge of the bed and bend over,” he demands as he slips his belt out of the loops.

Thinking I’m about to get the beating of my life, I put my hands up in protest. “No, please, Mateo. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He stares at me and then down to his belt before he tosses it to the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you,corazón. I’m going to give you pleasure, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

“B-but dinner,” I protest weakly, stammering as every nerve ending in my body lights up from his dirty words.

“Fuck dinner. We’ll be late.” He stalks across the room over to me. Swiftly, he grabs my arm, twists me around and pushes my chest down on the bed. I’m dizzy from the sudden movement, not even realizing what’s happening until the skirt of my dress is lifted up, and I feel a rush of cool air against my backside.

I squirm under his palm on my back that’s pressing me into the mattress. “Mateo,” I breathe out. I know I gave him my virginity, but I wasn’t planning on having sex with him so soon after — or ever again, if I had it my way. I need time to think. I need time to somehow get away from him; not give myself to him again.

But then he drops to his knees behind me, pulls my thong to the side; and the moment his tongue finds my clit, common sense flies right out of my thoughts. I moan, loudly, all rational thoughts and prior protests dying in my throat as he licks me into oblivion.

“I’m fucking addicted to you,mi pequeña cautiva,” he breathes against my sex.

“Oh god,” I sob against the bed, my hands fisting the sheets as his tongue flicks over my clit in torturous circles. His mouth is sinful, creating pleasure that should be considered illegal. I never knew something could ever feel so good.

My thighs begin to quake with my pending orgasm, but then his tongue suddenly disappears, abruptly stopping my pleasure-filled ride. I then feel him teasing my entrance with one of his fingers, dipping it into my wet channel and fucking me slowly. All too soon he adds another thick digit, completely filling me, stretching me. His fingers curl and stroke the front wall of my pussy, and I unashamedly grind against his hand, wanting more, needing more.

He withdraws his fingers, and then his mouth is back on my center. His talented tongue laps furiously between my legs, and I cry out as pleasure begins to wash over me, my core tightening to the point of it almost being painful. I’m so close to coming, but then he stops again, making me cry out from the sudden loss. He keeps taking me to the edge but is forcing me to stay there, not letting me topple over, and it’s frustrating the hell out of me.

“I want you to come on my cock. Do you want that too,corazón?” Mateo asks, his voice strained.

I bite my lip and nod emphatically against the mattress. My mind is screaming no, but my body…my body wants him and everything he’s going to give me. It’s almost like I crave his touch and the pleasure only he can give me so much so that I’m like an addict looking for their next hit.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me inside of you.” When I don’t answer him, he grips my hair, wrapping it around his fist and twisting my neck back to pull my mouth to his. “Tell me, Aria,” he orders roughly, his breath on my lips.

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Mateo,” I shamefully beg. I can’t deny him anything when I’m this needy, and I hate that and love it all at the same time. It feels like I’m constantly being torn in two — my sanity and dignity on one side and my libido and irrationality on the other. And it seems like the latter is always winning the fight.

My words seem to please him, and he places a rough kiss on my mouth before releasing me. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps. And then I feel his cock notched at my entrance. A surge of heat rushes to my core in anticipation of what’s to come. I know this is wrong, but I need him. The bliss he gives me takes me to another place; one where I’m not his captive and he’s not my captor. One where I’m not being held against my will with the possibility of never going home. In this subliminal place, all of the bad things seem to disappear until there is only mindless pleasure.

He enters me slowly, stretching me to the point of it being painful. I groan out loud as my body attempts to adjust to his thick, hard cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Aria,” he praises me as he drives his steel length inside of me. “You took all of me before. You will take me again.”

My wetness coats him, allowing him to ease inside until he finally reaches the hilt; and we both moan in unison when he reaches that point. I feel full. So damn full.

“That’s it,” he says, rocking in and out of me. “Your greedy cunt is gripping me so tightly,” he growls. “Doesn’t want to let me go.”

His fingers reach under me and find my clit. The combined sensations have him bringing me to the brink once more. My thighs begin to quake right before he pulls his hand away and stills behind me. This time, I groan out loud in frustration, and that earns me a deep chuckle.

“So impatient,mi pequeña cautiva,” he says. Then, I feel his fingers prodding at my lips. “Make them wet for me, Aria,” he commands.

I suck on his fingers, moaning around them as he begins to fuck me again. He pulls his hand away from my mouth after a minute, and then I feel pressure at my back hole. Instantly, my body locks up, and I attempt to crawl away from him. But Mateo pushes his hand firmly down on my back, holding me down, not allowing me to escape. “Don’t fight me, Aria. I promise it will feel good.” And then he whispers, “Just trust me.”

I whimper as he touches the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks, and then I feel an intense amount of pressure as he pushes one of his fingers inside of me to the first knuckle. A tortured cry escapes my lips as I fist the sheets.

“Touch yourself for me,corazón,” he demands as he continues to drive his cock into me.

My hand snakes under me until I find my aching clit. I rub the swollen little nub, moaning from all the different sensations. I feel like my brain is short-circuiting, trying to keep up with everything I’m feeling simultaneously. My clit throbs as I rub it, my pussy and ass are stretched and full. Every muscle inside of me is clenching with desire until it all becomes too much.

“That’s it. Feel me, Aria. All of me,” Mateo growls.

His thick cock pumps in and out of me, my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm unfolds in a rush. I sob into the sheets as I suddenly let go, allowing the liquid pleasure to flood my veins and devour me from the inside out.

My name is a rough exhale on his lips as Mateo pulls his finger out of my ass, grasps my hips and begins to fuck me deep and hard. His cock slams into me again and again, hitting that sweet spot inside of me, and I can feel my channel spasming as I suddenly shatter around him with no warning.

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