Page 39 of His Captive
I’m too overcome by the way his rough hands feel on my breasts to respond. He kisses and licks between them while squeezing, caressing, and playing with my nipples. He pinches the right one and I groan some displeasure, but it still makes me quiver. Then his lips move lower… and lower. His tongue circles my belly button and moves even lower. I can barely hold still. If I wasn’t tied to this bed, I’d squirm away because of how sensitive I am. Instead, I tug at my restraints while he kisses my pelvis and runs his fingers along my inner thighs.
“You knew I was going to taste you here, didn’t you,bambina?” he asks, then he kisses right above my clit and beside my folds.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I expected you to start with that.”
“It’s going to be worth the wait, trust me,” he says, kissing my inner thighs down to my knee before shifting to the other leg. “Because I’m going to taste your very first orgasm.”
“I’ve… touched myself before,” I whimper, my breath hitching as his lips move back toward my pelvis.
“Naughty girl,” he chuckles. “But I’m talking about you firstrealorgasm. And your second… and your third.”
I start to respond, but then I feel his breath on my folds. He rubs his finger along them, parting them gently before his tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh. It feels so good I gasp, but when his tongue moves to my entrance, I struggle not to squeal. It feels way different—so different it’s like a completely new sensation. More pleasurable. More breath-stealing. Moreintense.
“Oh, god,” I whimper, my hips bucking toward him.
“Settle down,” he scolds, holding me in place with his hands. “No need to be so eager.”
“I can’t help it,” I gasp, feeling his tongue circle my entrance. “It… it feels good.”
Massimo laughs and his beard scrapes against my skin like a tease. His tongue makes slow sensual circles, then presses inside me, just enough for me to feel the tip. My breathing gets heavier and I struggle not to buck against him again. Just when the sensation causes some pressure to build, he moves away, kissing and sucking my labia as he makes his way higher. I feel his breath on my clit a second before his tongue.
“Ah!” I yelp, caught off guard by how strong the pleasure is.
“Your punishment got you ready for me,” he growls, kissing and sucking on my clit before his tongue begins to make circles.
I’m not sure what part of the punishment got me ready for this, but I can tell I’m a little swollen—more from arousal than pain. His tongue feels like heaven, but I’m so sensitive it makes me squirm. His hands get tighter on my inner thighs in response, then his tongue moves faster, and I pull against the restraints so hard they rub against my wrists and ankles. Now I understand why he tied me. I’d be tempted to push him away or stop him, just so I can breathe instead of gasp.
“Oh, Massimo,” I mewl, shifting my hips against his grip.
The pressure builds and builds in response to his quick circular motions around my sensitive knot. Just when it feels like he’s going to push me over the edge, his tongue slows down, and he glides back to my entrance. I’m wetter now—a lot wetter. He tastes my juices, a low growl of satisfaction rumbling within him. His tongue makes circles around my entrance before penetrating me again with the tip. It wiggles inside me for a moment before he kisses his way back to my clit.
“Oh, god, yes,” I moan, grinding myself against his tongue as soon as I feel it.
The pressure returns with a fury, making my core feel like it is going to explode, but then he slows down. I whimper my disappointment, but his gentle caress feels incredible, too. He repeats the pattern, bringing me close to a frenzy before slowing down. He brings me so close to the edge, it starts to ache, but I’m completely at his mercy. His hands hold me down and press harder every time I try to squirm.
“P-please,” I whine. “I need to come.”
Massimo’s tongue pulls away suddenly, leaving me jarred. “Begging already,bambina?” he chuckles. “I haven’t even tasted your first real orgasm yet. But I’m about to.”
His tongue flicks against my swollen knot a few times before he starts circling it again—slowly. My core clenches with so much pressure I can barely see straight. I whimper and groan as the ache builds along with the speed of his tongue. But this time, he doesn’t slow down once he brings me close to the edge. He keeps a steady rhythm, his tongue bringing so much pleasure I can’t even speak. My words come out like jumbled syllables that make no sense.
The pleasure gets more intense. I dance close to the edge, feeling the pleasure bloom into something incredible. All of the pressure releases and my body convulses beneath his tongue. I gasp for air, finally able to form words that sound coherent.
“Oh god, oh god!” I squeal, my body rocking as the orgasm hits me like a wave.
Beautiful euphoria courses through my veins. Massimo was right. This is my firstrealorgasm. Everything else seems like a tease compared to the bliss Massimo brings to the surface. Instead of peaking and fading, like they normally do, I remain trapped at the peak with his tongue swirling around my clit. I shudder, shake, and writhe on the mattress, still firmly held down by his powerful grip.
Just when the pleasure starts to wane, Massimo’s tongue dips to my entrance, devours my juices, and returns to my clit. Then it starts swirling faster. Too fast. It causes the pressure to build even faster than it did the first time.
“I-I’m gonna…” I mutter, then another wave of euphoria hits me. “Wow! Oh, god!”
My second real orgasm merges with the first and brings me right back to the peak. This is what heaven feels like. It has to be. There’s absolutely no comparison to this pleasure. But Massimo isn’t done. His right hand slides to my pelvis. He maintains his grip, but replaces his tongue with this thumb, grinding it into me while his tongue dips back to my entrance.
And it stays there.
He licks, circles it several times, and then he pushes the tip into me. I’m almost spent, but he won’t let me come down from my high. His thumb grinds my clit while his tongue darts in and out of my tightness. I can already tell I’m going to come again. I don’t have a choice. My hips jerk against him as the pressure builds, then it releases, and I come so hard my eyes roll back in my head.
“Don’t stop!” I gasp.
