Page 16 of His Captive

“Yes,” I agree, it’s a lie, but I’m not about to admit that it’s him I want touching me.

“Then do it, Lysa. Take your middle finger, and slide it between your slit for me.”

My hand shakes as it moves, doing exactly what he’s ordered, my finger stroking through my wet pussy lips. I find my clit, rubbing it, softly to begin with and then gradually applying more pressure. It brings me relief, and I quickly shut my eyes to avoid the shame of him watching me.

“Eyes, Lysa...I want your eyes on me. Always,” he says. I flick them open, reconnecting myself with his intense stare.

“Good. Move that finger for me. Make small circles and keep them pressed tight. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out husky, as I start to make the rotations against myself just like he’s instructed. My heart quickens, and the throb travels from my clit, spreading right to my center.

“Tell me what you feel now.” His voice sounds strained and when I look at his hands, they were gripping the armrests tight. Like he wants to touch me but is holding back.

“I feel like I need...more. Like I want something here.” I lower my finger to my entrance.

“Then you should do as your body requests. Slide your finger down and tease your tight hole. Circle it, just like you’re doing now…Do not put it inside. Not until I tell you to,” he warns.

I hesitate.

“Do it,” he commands.

My finger slips lower, my clit protesting as soon as I stop tending to it. I find my entrance with the tip of my finger. Drawing tiny circles around it, desperately resisting the urge I feel to dip my finger inside it.

“Lysetta,” he warns roughly, like he can read my mind. “Not until I say.”

“Okay,” I promise. Feeling something unfamiliar building inside me, something that I already know is going to be incredible.

“Use your thumb to pacify that greedy little clit,” he tells me.

I do as I’m told, wondering how the hell he could know exactly what I need. My thumb places pressure back on my clit and edges me even closer to whatever looms just within touching distance.

“Good girl. Now, slowly slip inside your pussy. Not too fast though, I want to watch that tight hole pucker around your finger as it enters you.”

Jesus, his voice and the words that are coming out of his mouth are enough…I drip all over my finger.

My entrance is slippery now, I’m sure my finger will slip in accidentally.

“Remember what I said Lysa, keep it slow,” he reminds me. I focus, edging my finger into my pussy, feeling myself stretch around it.

“That’s a good girl. Push to your knuckle, no farther. I’m going to be the one who breaks you, Lysa,” and whether that’s just a threat or a solid promise, it creates a wave of pleasure that feels like ice melting all over my skin.

“You said you weren’t going to fuck me unless I asked,” I remind him again, despite being breathless.

“That was before I found out you were a virgin, but you are going to ask me…” he promises. “Now, keep going, in and out little one. Fuck that sinless little cunt with your finger for me.”

I keep going, pulling my finger in and out of my soaked hole. At the same time building up the pace with my thumb.

“Do you want to come?” he asks.

“I think so” I nod desperately.

“Ok, I think I might let you, but not until I say. If you come before I tell you Lysa, I won’t feed you. Do you understand?”

I nod so he’ll know that I do, although, inside I’m screaming, crying out for him to be the one touching me. I want to feel his thumbs pressure against my clit, his finger inside me

“Touch me,” I blurt out, regretting the words the moment they leave my mouth.

“No,” he replies. The cruel snarl on his face showing how much he’s enjoying my suffering.

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