Page 29 of His Captive

Madam Froine’s brow tightens when I step through the shop door, but she quickly paints on a huge welcoming smile.

“Mr. Shaw, what a pleasure.” She nudges her assistant to life.

“I’m here to make some purchases,” I tell her, not having time for pleasantries. I want to get back to Lysa, see if she still lays where I left her.

“I need some underwear, day wear and lots of evening dresses,” I explain, my eyes roaming over the rails of clothes that will have to do until I find the time to order her something better.

“Yes, of course. We can certainly help you with that, can’t we Daisy?” She looks to her assistant who is far too busy fucking me with her eyes to have taken in what her boss has said.

“Daisy!” Madam Froine raises her voice a few decimals.

“Oh yeah...sure. I’m positive we can find you something. Sir.” Daisy steps closer. Trying to flaunt her body by sticking out her chest and sucking in her waist.

“What exactly are you looking for?” She bats her lashes and bites on her lip, it’s nothing like the unintentional, cock teasing way Lysetta does it. This is provocative, and a desperate attempt for attention.

I glance over her slowly, then smile.

“You see this style you’ve got going on...” I stretch my neck around her body to look at her ass.

“Uh-huh.” She smirks, nodding with satisfaction.

“I want the total opposite.” I lean in. “Something more…classy,” I whisper, watching the smugness fall from her face.

Less than an hour later I leave the boutique with bags and boxes full of clothes for Lysetta.

I just hope I’ll get home and find her where I left her, so that I can reward her with all the treats I have for her.

I wonder if she’ll smile as she sifts through all the clothes I’d bought for her to wear. She’s lucky Mrs. Pritchard and Buddy are around, or she’d have no use for them. I’d demand her to walk around ass naked if we were alone.

The thought just about manages to stir me out of my shit mood as I park back on the drive. I leave all the bags in the trunk, and I head inside.

The house is quiet when I step through the door, and I make straight up the stairs, to the room she is locked in.

Pulling out the key, I place it inside the lock. Hoping again that Lysetta has remained how I told her to. Though I can’t say the thoughts of punishing her aren’t appealing.

I push open the door, and there she is, patiently waiting for my return. Just as I left her.

Her eyes seek me out, and for a second I could swear that I see a look of relief. A pleasure in seeing me that can’t possibly be there.

“Good girl.” I go to her, lean over her body, and feel her breath hitch beneath me. “I think you should be rewarded for pleasing me Lysa,” I tell her, and her head nods back at me enthusiastically.

“Turn around. So your head is at the end of the bed,” I instruct, and she shifts position, turning her petite body around on itself.

“Lie down, and look at the ceiling.”

She seems unsure, and yet she still proceeds to do as I’ve asked.

“Let your head hang over the edge,” I instruct, watching as her eyebrows scrunch together suspiciously.

“Why?” she asks, leaning her head back before I’ve even taken the time to answer her.

“Because...” My thumb trails along her plump bottom lip. “Ever since this provoking little mouth got curious this morning, all I’ve thought about is filling it full and fuckin’ your throat. Now, open up wide for me.”

Taking out my cock, I watch her eyes grow big as she stretches her mouth open. I fed myself into her warm, wet hole. Her mouth is so fucking tight around me, and I hope the way she’s angled will allow her to take me all the way to the back of her throat. Testing that theory, I push deeper so her mouth completely encases my cock, letting her sputter and choke around me before I pull back out again.

I look down at my cock, already soaked with her spit, thin strings of her salvia still attaching me to her mouth. I let myself rest against her chin, just for a second while she catches her breath, and then I plunge back inside. Without any instruction she stretched her head back further, making it easier to take me. Her top lip brushing over my balls with every thrust I push into her. I focus on her stretched out throat, watch how it bulges each time my cock fills it, and can't resist taking it in the arch of my hand, holding her in place, feeling myself inside her at the same time.

The bed sheets crumple inside her fists as I continue to fuck her throat. The little gasps she makes each time I allow her air, edging me closer and closer to finishing. My balls soaked with her spit, and her chokes, combined with the gargling sloshes her throat makes every time I impact it has me brimming.

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