Page 38 of His Captive

“Now swallow.”

I watch as her throat gulps it down.

“Good girl.” My fist loosens to let her hair free, and I push the robe from her shoulders. The silk falling from her skin, like a feather floating from the sky. Then I run my finger beneath the strap on her bra unhooking it and letting that fall from her too.

My hands curl around her lithe body and take hold of her tits, they fit as though they’ve been made for my palms, and her pert ass rubs deeper into my groin as her nipples slide between my fingers.

“Oh God,” she whispers. The heat coming from her skin sizzling against mine, and I don’t know how I’m managing to be so controlled. Her palms push harder against the glass when my hands explore lower over her stomach, taking the waist of her panties in my hand, and forcing them off her hips.

My cock falls heavily against her back when I pull down the front of my sweatpants. I let it graze the base of her spine, before taking it in my hand and guiding it through the crease of her ass.

She tenses up when it skims over her asshole.

“Don’t worry, little one, not tonight. But, I do intend to own you entirely,” I warn, and she soon relaxes again.

Digging my fingers into her thighs, I spread them apart, then bend my knees, so my cock meets with her entrance.

“Ask me,” I snarl, the tip of my cock already dripping.

“Ask you what?” she asks with a wicked innocence that provokes my dick even more.

“Ask me to fuck you,” I whisper, letting my cock slide forward, teasing between her pussy lips.

“Ask me to take you, and to fucking own you, Lysa.”

Her eyes close, and for a shattering second, I think she might refuse me.

I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a fucking rapist.

“Okay,” she says, her head nodding bravely.

“Not good enough,” I tell her.

“I need to hear the words. You know my name, now fucking use it and ask me to fuck you.” Frustration strains my voice.

“Ethan, please. I want you to fuck me,” she says, making sure to pronounce every single word perfectly.

Placing my palms on the glass beside hers, I press my forehead into the back of her head, and while my cock lines up and hovers against her tight virgin hole, I give myself one more chance to back out. To do the sensible thing and walk away.

“Please, Ethan. Own me too,” she begs, her head starting to turn. I push my head harder against the back of hers, keeping her facing forward. Those words just sealed her fate and although I sense I will be the one who feels the punishment, it doesn't stop me slamming my hands over hers and pinning them to the glass.

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” Her voice shakes nervously, sounding so sweet that I think hell might open up and drag me inside it.

I should kiss her, reassure her, be soft. But I can’t.

And, I won’t.

“Yeah, little one, it’s going to hurt,” I hiss, at the same time, pushing inside her drenched hole. I force myself through her tight channel. Hear her squeal, and her fingernails scrape at the glass, and I pause, giving her a chance to expand around me. The sensation of her unexplored muscles crushing me between them almost cause me to blow my load.

But, I still have to go deeper.

“I…I feel so full,” she whispers, her head falling between her arms. Her words are enough to earn her a few more inches, and straightening up my knees I push up and make sure she takes me all the way. Holding myself inside her, I watch her reaction in the window’s reflection. Her mouth open, eyes staring right back at me, icy blue and so sharp I swear they will cut right through the glass they glare through.

“Mine,” I whisper into her hair, slowly easing out. She resists, seeming to try and hold me inside her and it almost fucking hurts. I’m about to thrust back inside her, but the needy little creature pushes herself back on to me. Taking me all the way again.

It catches me off guard, and I moan at the impact.

This is my new favorite place to be, her hungry cunt sucking me up so greedily. I don’t think I can last much longer.

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