Page 12 of His Captor

I pulled at the clamps holding my wrists and twisted to get a look at them. They were part of the chair. It only looked like a cushy recliner. I had a feeling it had other tricks up its sleeve, too.

“Look at me!” Ace demanded.

His tone was so strong that looking at him was all I could do. My chest heaved with fear…and excitement, lust, and eagerness. I could feel my hole dripping and sweat already pouring down my back.

Of course, the sweat might have had something to do with the fact that the AC seemed to be broken in Ace’s play space, too.

“Where did you hide the codes?” Ace demanded.

I gaped at him, genuinely confused. It was clearly part of the scene, though.

“What—what codes?” I asked, breathing harder.

“You know what codes,” Ace said, narrowing his eyes. “You work for Henderson. You and your entire filthy gang stole top secret military security code.”

He suddenly surged forward, just as I was wrapping my brain around his scenario, slamming his huge hands on the arms of the chair and getting right up in my face.

“I’m the good guy,” he growled, “but I can be very bad to get what I want.”

I sucked in a breath, quivering all over. Yes. This was perfect. Ace was just the right level of intimidating. I loved that he was the good guy, but not afraid to use force to get his way.

I made a decision that I hoped would get us where I wanted us to be. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I gasped.“You’ve got me confused with someone else. I don’t know anything.”

Ace narrowed his eyes. “You think this is a game?” he hissed.

“No! No, I swear!”

Well, yes, actually.

“I have ways of making you talk,” he said, beautifully cliché, but perfect for where the scene needed to go.

He pulled back and went to work tearing at the tape binding my legs. With my arms immobilized over my head, there was nothing I could do to fight back or stop him.

He definitely didn’t stop. Once the tape was gone, he worked through the fastenings of my trousers and yanked them down, pulling them and my underwear straight off, along with my shoes. I squirmed and protested as loudly as I dared, but then he grabbed my legs and hoisted them up over the arms of the chair, leaving my ass completely exposed to his hungry gaze, I was more interested in what he would do next than pretending I didn’t want it.

“Where are the codes?” Ace demanded in a scary voice, leaning forward into me and spreading me wider.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I panted. I peeked down to my exposed ass and my rock-hard cock, which stood up through the tails of my business shirt. I was so hot that I could hardly catch my breath.

“You want me to fuck it out of you?” Ace asked, rocking back so he could undo the fastenings of his trousers. “I would enjoy fucking answers out of a lying, manipulative omega like you, see?”

He shoved his trousers down enough so that his massive, alpha cock sprung free. He even stroked its hardness a few times for show before leaning closer to me.

My hole twitched in hungry response, but there was something more than that. I was so hot now that I thought Imight lose my mind. I couldn’t think to figure out how I should respond for the most entertaining effect. All I could do was lift my hips and pray this alpha would give me what I needed.

“Is that a dare?” Ace asked, still very much in character. “Do you think I won’t do it?”

“I—”

I was spinning out of control really fast. Everything within me was throbbing with visceral need. The AC at the hotel and here in Ace’s apartment weren’t broken. The trunk hadn’t been extra stuffy. Port Lucia wasn’t just abnormally hot for this time of year. It was me. It was all me.

Ace hadn’t caught on to what was happening with me, but he was still very much in the scene.

“You asked for it,” he growled, shifting so that he could press the head of his cock against my gaping, sopping-wet hole. “I’m going to show you who’s boss here, and then you’ll answer my questions the way I want them answered.”

I could only make a desperate, moaning sound.

Ace must have thought that was a protest or cry of panic. He shoved hard into me, and while I hadn’t completely figured out where he was going with his fantasy scenario, I didn’t care. All I wanted was that thick, glorious cock of his jerking deeper and deeper inside me as I lay, sprawled and helpless and partially bound in his chair. I didn’t care about anything else but being fucked and knotted.

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