Page 39 of His Captive

My balls are coated with her pleasure, sweat dripping over my torso as our bodies slide against one another’s. And Lysa moans with every thrust I give her.

I slam her body onto the glass, gripping at her thighs, and lifting her from her feet, feeding myself into her over and over again. If my cock is what she wants she can feast until her little heart’s content.

With her body wedged between me and the glass, my thrusts keeping her up, I crush one of her tits in my fist, flicking at her nipple, and forcing a painful scream to rip from the back of her throat. I claw at her skin, my hand scraping over her stomach and cupping her pussy. The heel of my palm rubbing more pleasure from her wound up clit. I spread my index and middle finger wide, so my cock slips between them as I enter her.

“Ethan, I’m coming.” Her head rolls back, and her hair tickles my stomach.

“Not yet,” I warn. “Wait for me.”

“I don’t think I can. I’m so...oh God please...hurry.”

I can feel myself getting close. The spasms her pussy make around me, edging me closer.

“Fuck, Ethan. Please, don’t make me be bad.”

Her words were my undoing.

“Let me fuckin’ have it,” I growl, my balls turning rigid.

“Fuck,” she screams, pleasure suddenly turning to panic. Her body stops the synchronized rhythm it’s been making against mine.

“Wait. You can't come in me. I’m not….”

It’s too late, she must forget what she wants to say because her words turn to moans and her pussy detonates around me. Her body pulses as I pump hot threads of cum deep into her unprotected pussy, shocking myself at how much that thought turns me on.

Lysetta’s breathless, her body shaking from pleasure? Shock? Fear? I don’t think she even knows.

I wait until she’s stopped shaking and my cocks finished jerking before I reluctantly pull out of her, placing her back to her feet and looking down onto my red stained cock with a sick sense of satisfaction. I’ve been her first, and I’ve already decided that I’ll be making damned sure I’ll be her last.

No fucker will be getting within touching distance of my pussy, not now that I’ve shaped it so perfectly.

I carry her tired body over to the bed, pulling back the covers and placing her inside.

“Thank you.” Her tiny voice whispers lazily, and I wonder what exactly it is she’s thanking me for. Keeping her prisoner, stealing her innocence from her, or carrying her to the bed because I’d been so rough in doing it that I doubted she could walk?

“Does it still hurt?” I ask, trying to hide the concern in my voice and block it from my mind at the same time. Ethan Shaw doesn’t give a shit about anyone...remember.

“Yeah. I’m a little sore. It feels like you’re still inside me,” she admits, scrunching up her face ashamed.

The girl is gonna kill me.

“Good,” I tell her, pushing myself off the bed and making my way to the door.

“Ethan,” she calls out after me, desperation lacing her tone, and I cuss myself for how quickly my head whips around for her.

“I think I might like being yours,” she smiles at me sweetly, just before exhaustion takes over and her eyes close.

I close her door softly and made my way back to my room, jumping straight into the shower to clean myself up.

Judging from the condition of my cock, she’s bled quite badly and it makes me feel bad for being so brutal with her the first time around.

But, I couldn’t be anything other.

I still have no idea what I’d been thinking when I’d offloaded inside her.

That was a lie to myself, because of course I fucking knew. The thought of having the ultimate empowerment over her body was too much to pass up on. I’d claimed it, and now I owned it, if I wanted to fuck my cum inside her and knock her up that’s my choice to make. And as bad ideas go, that’s probably the worst of them.

I’m a sick man. Plagued by hate, with vengeance slowly rotting away at my soul.

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