Page 30 of His Captive

“Lysa...I’m gonna come. Take it inside your throat,” I tell her. “Make sure you drink down every last drop of what I give you.”

Her head bounces with such enthusiasm, it triggers my release, I spill deep inside her sweet little mouth, squirting forcefully against the back of her throat. My palms steady me on either side of her, and I groan out loud when her lips suck hard and her throat constricts. Gulping me down, exactly like I’d told her to.

I force myself from her mouth, and stand back far enough to take a proper look at her. Her face is rosy pink where all the blood had rushed to her head, her lips are swollen, and a tiny drop of my cum spills from the corner of her mouth. I swipe it up with my finger and pushed it back inside. Forcing my finger back way farther than I need to, while she sucks it clean.

The girl never fails to surprise me. How much she takes from me, and so willingly. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she got a kick out of pleasing me.

I take Lysa’s chin in the arch of my hand and force her cheeks together between my thumb and fingers. Opening that magic little hole back up to me. I briefly wonder how it would feel to kiss her, to show her how proud I am that she’s pleased me so well. But, the eyes that look up at me, project the same hope and promise that had ruined me. Eyes that made my heart redundant, and could easily break a man if he let them.

I move my mouth over to hers, so close that I almost taste myself on her lips.

The man I’ve become can’t be broken.

And I remind her of that when I spit directly on to her perfect pink tongue.

Shock glazes over her eyes, and a frustrated groan rumbles from her fucked sore throat. She’s pissed. But, that doesn’t stop the needy little bitch from closing her mouth and swallowing it down.

I back away from her, giving her the space to sit up.

“This will be your room now,” I tell her. “The bathroom will be stocked and I have clothes for you that I’ll have sent up. Dinner’s at seven...make sure you wear something pretty.”

I get the fuck out before I give her the chance to see the effect she’s having on me.

Once the door to her room is closed and locked behind me, I rest my head against it. The way the girl is so susceptive to my treatment makes me suspicious. She almost dares me to do worse. There’s every possibility that she’s been trained for this, and the last thing I want is to fall into a trap. But, that doesn’t stop me from wanting to test every single one of her limits until she snaps.

Seven

LYSETTA

I’ve just finished my second shower of the day when Buddy lets himself into my room. His arms laden with fancy looking bags,

“Boss went shopping,” he lets out a long sigh as he dumps them all on the bed.

“There are a few more boxes to bring up, but I thought you could make a start on putting this lot away.”

“All this is for me?” I ask, looking over the mountains of bags. They all look as though they come from somewhere expensive.

None of this makes any sense, waking up locked in a basement, now in a luxurious bedroom being gifted with fancy clothes.

“I can't see anyone else suiting this…” Buddy dips his hand randomly inside one of the bags, lifting out a baby pink, lace bra. His eyes widen and his fingers drop the garment as soon as he realizes what he’s pulled out.

By then I’ve already decided that I liked Buddy, he makes me smile.

“Sorry.” He lowers his head, peeking up shyly.

“Its fine,” I giggle. Enjoying the feeling of freedom as I step toward the bed.

“Stay,” I tell him, noticing him turn to leave. And I’m relieved when he shrugs his shoulders and makes his way back toward me.

I start to root through the bags, finding at least a dozen underwear sets, all lace. A ton of evening dresses that look more elaborate than anything I’ve ever worn, and some casual wear too.

All in the correct size.

How did Ethan know my size?

Buddy looks uncomfortable, like he isn’t quite sure where to place his tall, overstretched body. The way he dithers makes me wonder what’s making him so awkward.

“Sit down, and relax,” I tell him, and he moves across the room to sit in the chair by the balcony.

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