Page 55 of His Captive

“I feel pretty when you’re inside me,” I confess because it’s was the only time when I really do feel pretty. The way he looks at me, even when he’s being rough, it’s like he’s giving me his own fucked up version of worship.

His mouth moves to my ear and his chest presses hard into mine, keeping me pinned to the wall.

“You feel pretty when I fuck you, Lysa?” He checks he’s heard me in a low whisper that travels over my skin, right to where he rests inside me.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“Then ask me to fuck you pretty,” he says, his cock growing even harder inside me.

“Fuck me pretty, Ethan... Please,” I don’t ask, I beg. Shamelessly.

“Yes, pretty girl.” He strokes my hair, pulling halfway out and then slamming forcefully back into me. My fingers grasp at the shirt on his shoulders, clinging tightly as he pounds his cock into me with long hard thrusts that make my head feel light. I open my eyes to find his focused on my mouth, his lips rubbing together as if they want to connect with mine. I smile at him when he notices me looking.

He disappoints me with the faintest shake of his head, before dropping his lips to my neck, taking my collarbone in his mouth and clamping his teeth around it.

I scream loudly as the sharp pain of his bite merges with the deep impacts he fucks into me.

He feels enormous inside me, my sensitive walls squeezing him tight, as I jitter and came around him.

“Fuck, Lysa,” he moans, his pace becoming wilder. His rhythm so frantic I think he might break through the wall he’s holding me against.

“I’m gonna come, get on your fucking knees,” tearing himself out of me, he uses a fist of my hair to force me eye level with his dripping wet cock. My own arousal already coating every bump and ridge.

He takes himself in his fist, knocking out two sharp pumps that send hot white jets streaming onto my face, then he trails his tip across my lips, making sure that I taste him, before he pushes deep inside my mouth.

“Take it all,” he growls.

“Just keep taking everything I fucking give you, Lysa.” He sounds exhausted, his change in tone making me wonder if he’s still talking about his cock.

He stands over me, one hand holding my head in place, while his other props him against the wall behind me. With his salty taste infusing my mouth, I suck him until his cock stops throbbing against my tongue.

My hair becomes loose in his fist as he catches his breath. His head low and his hand slapping hard into the wall above me.

It’s always like this after. Ethan fucks me like he needs me as much as I need him, and yet he always seems like he’s disappointed in himself after.

His breathing is sharp and harsh, almost like he’s cursing himself under it. Eventually he straightens himself out, puts his cock back into his pants, and crouches in front of me.

His finger lift my chin until our eyes are level.

“I’ll see you at breakfast,” he tells me, ignoring the mess he’s made on my face, and rising to walk out of his office. Leaving me with the taste of him in my mouth, and my body feeling whole again.

Things change for me when we’re together. During that time I’m not his prisoner, and he isn’t my captor. Ethan gives me the kind of attention that no one has ever offered me before. The kind that makes my heart beat wildly and my toes curl. He’s the man who has taken my dull mundane life and turned it into an adventure.

Just knowing he’s ordered me to be at breakfast, gives me the night’s sleep I need.

Finally after three days of being ignored things were going to get back to normal.

Normal… what the fuck is normal for me now?

Fourteen

ETHAN

My plan worked. I’d been on the front cover of the local paper the next morning with Lysetta looking ecstatically happy beside me. We are all over social media too. There is no doubt that Sorrento will have seen us together.

I’m not feeling all that smug about it now though.

I can’t get away from her. If it’s not enough that she’s been embedded in every one of my thoughts, now she was showing up at my office door to taunt me too.

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