Page 32 of Capture
Slamming my body back down, so his cock prods the back of my canal, crying out as the impending orgasm traveled up and down my inner thighs. I was so close. So close.
Then Ronan’s dripping, hungry gaze changed. He spotted something over my shoulder and stopped moving. I twisted my neck behind us to find an imposing dark figure standing there watching. Arms folded across his broad chest, severity all over his face. He didn’t look pleased.
“Mikky?” Ronan panted a little embarrassed.
“We’ve got a meeting,” he reminded him sternly.
“Okay,” he stated as he encouraged me to climb off him. “I thought I had time.”
“No,” Mikky spat bluntly. “Finish.”
“Huh?” Ronan seemed confused, yet I knew exactly what Mikael wanted. That look on his face told me everything I needed to know.
“Keep going until you’re finished,” Mikael demanded, then relaxed back against the closed door, expecting us to follow through.
I had no problem fucking Ronan in front of Mikael, especially since my back was to him, but Ronan might feel a little embarrassed, after all, he was his boss. It might seem weird.
I placed my hands on Ronan’s shoulders and hammered my body several times over his cock, wanting to please both men in different ways. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt his stare rake over my butt cheeks, which was the only part of my body that was naked. To fix that, I pulled my sweater off, unhooked my bra, and continued to ride Ronan into the sunset.
My breasts wiggled as I bounced up and down, and just before I was about to cum, I turned to look him in the eye. He stood motionless, narrowed eyes filled with both bitterness and lust. Ronan was right. It might take more of this for Mikael to forgive me, but I’ll do whatever it takes.
Something had changed in me. I wanted to live and wanted these three men to be the leading actors in my life, if they wanted it too. If only they could find it in themselves to forgive me. Forgiveness was a choice; therefore, they could choose it if they wanted it.
I came full circle back into the cocoon of the Kaisers, and this was where I wanted to be. But it was the man staring at me with heat in his eyes that had the key to their hearts. It was he whom I had to convince of my self-worth and genuine desire to stay with them.
The orgasm struck me hard, and I tipped my head back as my body was dripping in luscious desire, so turned on by this situation, but curious as to why he preferred to watch rather than join in. Maybe he will next time.
A loud, gut-wrenching moan escaped my lips as the orgasm rippled through my body, leaving no muscle untouched. I kept riding him until I was done and felt his warm cum empty into me.
When I turned back, searching for that handsome, sinister face, he was gone. I didn’t hear him go, and a sense of disappointment invaded me because I wanted to see the satisfaction in his face. I wanted to see the corners of his mouth turn upwards and the bulge at the front of his black pants grow at the sight of me being pleasured. I wanted to ask him if he liked watching me naked, unabashed, begin fucked by Ronan, his righthand man.
“I better go,” Ronan stated hastily as if he was in trouble, and lifted me off him.
Dribbles of cum and sex juice traveled down my legs as I reached for my panties, discovering that they’re wet and I couldn’t bear to put them on.
“How long are you going to keep me here?” I hissed at Ronan as he quickly put his cock away and zipped up.
“We’ve had this conversation before, Annika,” he told me as he watched me dress.
“I’ve got dirty clothes that need washing,” I pointed to the pile in the corner. “And maybe you could bring a TV in here, so I can watch Netflix, because it’s getting damn boring. And I need some exercise to stretch my limbs.”
“Try yoga. You don’t need to go outside for that. And I’ll sort out your washing,” he informed me, bundling up the pile of dirty clothes from the floor.
“And a TV?” I pressed.
“I’ll do my best,” he grinned, then stepped to the bed, leaned down and kissed my lips, once, twice, three times as if he was reluctant to leave.
“I hope you don’t get in trouble,” I said as he left.
He scoffed. “Nah, it’ll be fine.”
He bustled out of my room in a hurry for the meeting, carrying my dirty underwear. The door shut behind him, and silence fell. I immediately wondered what had happened to Betty and the key, as it’s been a while since she discovered me. Because maybe I’d changed my mind about leaving. Perhaps I want to stay so I can maintain my relationship with Gunner and Mikael. Besides, there was no safer place that I could be than where I was locked in the room of the Kaiser’s club.
It was a curiosity, though, because even if Betty were unable to find the spare key, she’d still return to tell me, if she cared. Or call the police or fire department to have me rescued. I wondered then if she returned while Mikael was fucking me, and she decided that maybe I was that keen to leave. Or perhaps she was disgusted by what she heard and decided to let me suffer in silence.
Except, I wasn’t suffering at all. I mean…Yes, I wanted my freedom, but that came at a price. Escape and have the Kaisers on my back, hunting me down to make me pay twice over, orstay and face them head-on, where we can bravely work on our relationships.
I chose to stay.
