Page 6 of Entrapped
“I love when you say my name,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
I stared up at the ceiling, my heart heavy. He might love hearing his name on my lips, but he had no idea what it cost me each time. This was the bed I had made, and now I had to lie in it, no matter how much it hurt.
Colson let me sleep, pulling the covers over me with surprising tenderness. When I woke, I found him sitting next to me, clad only in boxers. His hand was wrapped around his erection, anda laptop rested on his thighs, the soft moans from the screen filling the otherwise quiet cabin.
I watched, my curiosity piqued despite myself. My body core tightened, the soreness from last night a dull reminder rather than a deterrent.
He glanced over at me, catching my gaze. “I see you’re up. Have you been watching?”
I hesitated, my eyes flitting between him and the screen. “Why are you watching porn?” I asked, confusion lacing my words. He had me now—what need did he have for this?
Colson licked his lips, his gaze dark and intense. “What do you think I did while I was waiting for you? Three long months, Josephine.”
He pushed the laptop to the side, his eyes never leaving mine as he slid his boxers down, exposing his hips and his erection, glistening with precum. He stroked himself a few more times, the sight sending a pulse of need through me despite the lingering soreness. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for relief.
My hand began to slide down my belly, but Colson was faster. He ripped the covers back and lifted me onto his lap. My body tensed, the memory of last night’s pain still fresh.
He cupped my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I know I was rough with you last night, but you can control this, Joey. I want you to ride me.”
I frowned, unsure. I wasn’t familiar with sex positions beyond what we’d done, and the idea of taking control was bothfrightening and intriguing. Colson turned my head to the screen, where the woman was straddling the man, moving her hips with a rhythm that seemed both powerful and sensual.
“Colson?” My voice wavered with uncertainty.
“Up on your knees, sweetheart,” he instructed, his tone coaxing but firm.
I obeyed, lifting myself slightly as he guided his tip inside me. He let go once he breached my opening, leaving the rest to me. The power shift was subtle but unmistakable. I could control how we did this.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, looking down at the screen to mimic the woman’s movements. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his shaft, and he sucked in a breath, his eyes fluttering closed as I took him in. The discomfort from last night was absent, replaced by a slow-building pleasure that I hadn’t expected.
“That’s it, my bride. You’re doing so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.
I leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as his hands found my ass, guiding me as we moved together. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of power, even as I lost myself in the rhythm we created.
As we rocked together, our bodies moving in sync, I realized that maybe this was the key. Maybe this was how I would survive—by finding small victories, like this one, where I could. We found our release together and I panted into his mouth before I tore it away. The devil made me feel so damn good.
Colson’s breathing slowed, and I collapsed against him, feeling both exhilarated and drained. He held me close, his hands warm against my back as our heartbeats synchronized. I was still straddling him, our bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, I let myself relax, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. It was a moment of peace, but it was fleeting.
“We’ll be landing soon,” Colson murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my spine. There was a softness to his tone that made me uneasy.
“Will we be staying in France?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I lifted my head to meet his gaze.
“Yes, in Nice,” he replied, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “We’ll spend the night there, and tomorrow we’ll board the yacht.”
The thought of being confined on a yacht with him for weeks filled me with dread. The Mediterranean might be beautiful, but the idea of being trapped on a boat, far from anyone who could help me, was suffocating. I needed to keep him satisfied, to avoid provoking him, but I also needed to find a way to protect myself.
Colson brushed a lock of hair away from my face, his touch almost tender. “You’ll love it, Joey. The sea, the sun… it’s paradise.”
Paradise. The word felt like a cruel joke. I forced a smile, nodding as if the idea thrilled me. “It sounds perfect.”
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering longer than I liked. “I’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of it.”
I pulled back slightly, slipping off his lap, my legs shaky from exertion and the soreness that had returned. “I should get dressed,” I said, reaching for the sheet to cover myself.
He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t be in such a rush. We still have time.” His eyes darkened with desire again, and I knew that the rest I had hoped for wouldn’t come easily.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. “I just need a moment, Colson,” I said softly, hoping he would grant me this small mercy.
He studied me for a moment, then released my wrist. “Fine. But don’t be too long. I want you ready when we land.”
