Page 50 of His Captive

The grip he holds on my thighs tightens as he spreads me wider, wide enough that both my knees touch either side of his desk. I’m so open to him, completely exposed, and he holds me like that, kissing my pussy as though he’s kissing my mouth. It’s so intimate, him sucking me between his lips, flicking me with his tongue. And when he takes my clit between his teeth and clamps down the thrill hits me everywhere. My nipples stand taut and a hot rod of pleasure stokes my insides.

“You,” lick.

“Are,” lick.

“Gonna,” nip.

“Come,” lick.

“On my tongue,” he commands as he finds my opening. His tongue dipping inside me making sure I obey his order. My hips arch for more as he explores, I tremble uncontrollably, and my pussy drenches his tongue. I hear him growl, and he’s up and on me before I have chance to calm myself back down.

His belt clinks, and I cry out as his cock slams hard inside me. I’m not ready, completely unprepared, and it hurts like hell, but I like Ethan’s pain... In fact I crave it.

Looking between us, I watch his huge cock disappear inside of me, fascinated by how something so large and solid can fit.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me.

“Watch me fuck you, Lysa, see how your pretty cunt stretches for me.” His filthy words and the way his voice sounds as he speaks them, makes me clutch his thick cock tighter.

The pressure of his hands is heavy, pushing my thighs tightly into his desk, but the pleasure of his deep thrusts far outweigh the pain of being held so roughly.

“Come for me,” he demands, his hand lifting, and striking down hard against my pussy. I flinch, the sharp sting instantly conjuring another orgasm from me, one that makes my toes curl and my nails imbed into my palms.

As my pussy spasms, his fist lands fiercely on his desk.

“Fuck,” he growls, pumping three hard blows into me that I know will bring him his own release. He pulls out quickly, letting lengthy ropes of cum land forcefully against my stomach.

I take a chance, knowing this is when he’s at his weakest. Arms caging me in, his head hanging over mine, while his body tries to draw in breath from the savage fucking he’s just given me. I need answers.

“Why is the butterfly so precious to you Ethan?” I ask.

He stares at me curiously, and for so long that I don’t think he’ll answer.

“That butterfly…” He sucks more air into his lungs.

“Symbolizes hope.”

I think he’s done, but he surprises me when he continues...

“There was a time in my life when I had hope Lysa, and then just like that butterfly, I lost the fight. The butterfly is a reminder that I’m free from disappointment.” He looks defeated as he drops his eyes from mine.

“Forbid desire, and you conquer failure,” he tells me eventually looking back up at me. I nod, because as sad as his words are, they make sense.

“So why do you want it back so badly?” I push for more.

“Now, I need it more than ever… Because it seems that hope keeps on fucking finding me...” He shocks me when his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch so delicate, as his dark pupils hold firm to mine.

“And it’s becoming harder and harder to resist it,” he admits, his voice still rough, but much weaker than I’ve ever heard it before.

It feels like we’re having a moment, and I’m about to lift my hand to his face, to draw him in closer, but he pulls away and sits back in his chair.

“You should go back to your room,” he tells me, twisting his chair toward the window to prevent me from seeing the emotion in his eyes.

“But, I...” I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. Tonight has been beyond any expectations. I’ve seen a side of Ethan that I really like and I’m not ready to say goodbye to him yet.

“Leave,” he orders in an icy tone that confirms that version of Ethan has already left us.

I sit up, letting my dress fall over my sticky stomach, as I slide off his desk.

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