Page 14 of His Captive

Do I feel completely humiliated?

Yes.

Do I care?

Not anymore.

I’ve just crawled my way across a dining room table for goodness sake.

I roll my skirt over my thighs, then my hips, leaving it to sit on my waist.

“Good,” he nods me his approval analyzing the sight in front of him. “And now your panties.”

This time I don’t hesitate, or question, I just do.

I’m hungry, and he will only end up forcing me to do it eventually anyway. At least this way I get to eat.

I step out of my panties, then wait nervously for my next instruction. Standing over him, naked from the waist down. His eyes look up, his head assessing me from side to side while he does nothing to hide the fact that his dick likes what it sees.

“You have a pretty pussy Lysetta,” he comments, tapping his hand on the table and motioning for me to sit down. My tummy flutters pathetically at his approval as I position myself where he wants me.

He becomes tenser, his cock stretching his pants as I unwrap my legs, letting them dangle from the table, and settle between his.

“Open them wide. I want to see you spread,” he instructs.

Heat creeps up my neck and my eyes widen. The fact I can see him getting off on my reaction seems to spur me on, as I stretch my thighs open a little wider for him.

“Don’t be shy Lysa. I need you spread wide, so I can see how many fingers you can take inside you.”

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me,” I remind him, although I’m starting to think that if he did it would be sensational.

“I said I wouldn’t force you. And I won’t. You’ll ask me too.” The words roll off his tongue with such confidence, filling me with a desperation my body doesn’t recognize.

“Are you going to put your fingers in me?” I blurt out, sounding way needier than intended.

“Was that another question?” His eyes raise from between my legs up to mine.

“Sorr—”

Smack.

His hand moves so fast, I don’t see it coming, his palm stinging as it makes contact against the exposed sensitive flesh between my legs.

“Fuck,” I hiss, more distracted by how good the sharp bite of his fingertips felt against me than the fact he’s just spanked my pussy.

“Watch your fucking mouth, and stop asking questions…Wider for me Lysa!” He commands.

Without thought I do as he asks, spreading my legs open so wide that I have to lean back on my hands to balance myself.

“Good girl,” he encourages. Wetting his lips as his eyes focus back between my legs.

“Now tell me honestly Lysa, how many men have you taken inside your cunt?” his mouth rubs together like he wants to devour it himself. I drop my head back to avoid answering the question.

“Lysetta. Look at me,” he growls.

I lift my head back up to him.

“I asked you a question. How many?”

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