Page 26 of His Captive

Eventually he turns to face me, his thumb tracing over his bottom lip as if deciding what his next move will be.

“Sit on the bed, Lysa,” he tells me.

I do as he asks, bending my knees and perching my ass on the edge of the bed.

This is it...

I wonder if he’ll be rough, or if he’ll find a little compassion and be gentle knowing it’s my first time.

Everything about him seems so controlled, there has to be a chance of him putting his brutality aside just this once.

“Lie back,” he demands, standing in front of me.

Pressing my palms into the mattress, I shimmy backward, then let my back fall against the sheets. My pussy clenches with curiosity, as he forces my knees apart with his, placing himself between them. He reaches forward, and with one hand pulls apart the knot that holds my robe in place, avoiding any contact with my skin as he spreads it open.

I wonder if he can sense how it burns for his touch, and if that is the reason he isn’t giving it to me.

He focuses down on me, as he unbuckles his belt, roughly ripping open the top button of his pants, and tugging himself free. My eyes lower from his dark pupils to the rigid cock that now rests in his hand.

There is no chance of it ever fitting inside me, not a single shred of hope. It’s far too long, not to mention incredibly thick, and just like its master looks intimidatingly angry. I glance back up to his eyes, they peer right through me, watching my reaction play out in front of them and clearly getting off on it.

My body is already letting me down. The ache between my legs becoming hard to sustain. The threat of pain his huge cock would bring as it broke me makes the inside of my thighs sticky.

“Take hold of your ankles, I want you to spread for me,” he orders, the fist he holds around himself, starting to slide from his base all the way to his tip. Long, steady strokes into his palm, that I can’t pull my eyes away from watching.

I do as he asks, gripping my ankles, and spreading my legs wide in front of him. Too captivated by the sight of him pleasuring himself to feel any shame.

He’s so close to my pussy, his knuckles tapping against my thighs with each stroke his hand makes over his shaft. It’s not enough, my hips lift off the mattress, desperate to feel him touch at the empty throb at my entrance.

He shifts back slightly, torturing me as he continues working himself. His hand pumping faster and harder.

I sense he’s close when his eyes narrow, a lengthy growl following the warm spurts that pelt against my skin and decorate my stomach. One final jerk of his hand, lands a thick thread of his cum just above my slit, and I can’t stifle my moan as I feel it seep slowly between my pussy lips, and make contact with my sensitive flesh.

Ethan looks me over, his head tilted thoughtfully, and I see a flicker of satisfaction in his dark eyes as they land to where his cock still stands solid. Its tip still glistening. The opportunity seems impassable. I understand it now, his need to taste me yesterday, because now I’m craving the taste him.

I lean forward without permission, my tongue already poking from my lips. And I slide it over his tip, lapping up the salty taste that lingers there. His body shudders, as I lick a circle around his thick tip.

I’m curious how much of him I can take inside my mouth. I’m about to find out, but before I have the chance, he fists my hair and forces me back.

When I look up, he seems far from impressed, as he uses his free hand to tuck his still hard cock away.

“I have to leave for a while,” he tells me, with a little of the control missing from his voice.

“You, stay like this until I get back. Do you understand?”

I look down at the mess he’s made of my stomach.

“But, I’ve just showered and….”

“And now you’re a different kind of dirty” he interrupts the start of my protest. His hand tightening in my hair and forcing me to lie back down, He places his hands each side of my head.

“And this is just the start of how dirty things are going to get,” he warns, his breath licking at my skin, and spreading heat all the way down to my toes.

Sliding the belt from the robe beneath me, he pushes himself off the bed. Holding the rope in his hands, his eyes flick between it and me, the same way they had with the collar. I know what comes next, he’s going to tie me with it, ensure I stay, just like he’s ordered me to.

“I mean it little one, I want you in this exact position when I come back. Not a flinch out of place. Do you understand?” He stretches out the soft belt between his hands,

I nod to show him that I do, and his lips lift up into a smirk.

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