Page 9 of His Captive

Though, sitting in front of me now, with trembling breathes parting her lips and eyes that resemble a startled deer. I have something of his too.

Seeing her so frightened and helpless sends all the blood rushing to my cock. And I can’t decide if I want to crush the life out of her dainty little soul, or fuck her cunt swollen.

I know being alone with her is a really bad idea, and yet I’ve given my security team their orders and sent them and Mrs. Pritchard home.

She sits timidly in one of my office chairs, and I study her. The frame of her face is a perfect oval, her lips irresistibly quivering with fear. Then there are those eyes, ice blue eyes that reflect every fucking desire I’ve ever had right back at me. She knows the door is unlocked, I haven’t bothered locking it after Tristan left. I almost expect her to bolt, but she stays fixed to her chair as if invisible ropes bind her to it.

My self-restraint is close to snapping, but I still take the time to think about my next move.

When it comes to Sorrento, thinking rashly will get you fucked up, and I can’t think straight with her staring across the desk at me, she’s too much of a distraction.

I don’t want to go down there, the way I see it though, I have little choice. Where else can I keep her that will be both out of my way and secure. So pushing past the fact that being down there chokes me with bitterness. I drag the petrified looking girl down to the basement. I lead her toward the back wall and the way her eyes grow wide with fear when she sees the chains, gives my dick another reason to jolt.

Picking the chain up from the floor, I make sure it’s secure and wrap my hands around the collar attached to it. I make sure the girl was trapped between me and the wall. Nowhere to run too. Helpless prey, cornered by a predator.

Looking down to the collar in my hands, I wonder if the better man will try and resurface and try to stop me. And then before he has the chance, I snap the heavy metal around her slender throat.

“Please don’t do this.” Her pretty blue eyes glass over when she pleads with me.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Her words make me angry, even more so when the softness in her voice has me giving in to temptation and asking her name.

“Lysetta,” she whispers me her answer, and I fist a bunch of her hair between my fingers.

Fuck, the girl looks beautiful like this, petrified, collared and completely at my mercy.

I want to fuck fear into her, almost as much as I want to chase it all away.

“Lysetta,” I repeat her name. It tastes good on my lips, just as I suspect her sweet, little pussy would.

“You always have a choice…Tonight you made a really bad one,”

I watch the fear spread from her eyes, draining all the way down until it masks her pretty little face completely.

“What…what are you going to do with me?” Her lips tremble some more as she speaks, and I raise my other hand to squeeze her cheeks together, and force her mouth to open. Just managing to resist ramming my fingers to the back of her throat to hear how she’d sound gagging around them.

I think of the thousand things I want to do to her, and by the time I’ve leaned in close enough for my lips to touch her ear, I’ve decided that there is only one thing I can do...

“I’m going to keep you,” I warn, just before giving in to the desire to taste her. Biting down on her lobe, but not breaking the skin, even though I want too. She tastes incredible, of something sweet like vanilla. Only much, much better.

I feel her tense, my body close enough to hers to detect the trace of pleasure that shudders down her body and pools into her pussy. It makes her blush when my eyes drop between us, and I let her see my satisfied smirk. I have the girl chained to the goddamn wall of a basement, and this is how her body chooses to react to me.

Remarkable.

I turn my back to her, walking out of the room before I do something that will show my weakness. I can’t forget that she came here for Sorrento and I need a plan in place before I feast at the devil’s table.

Heading back upstairs, I’m surprised, and a little disappointed when she doesn’t call after me. Perhaps she already knows that it would make no difference to her outcome.

I expect to find an empty house when I’m back in the hall, but a rustling noise coming from the kitchen has me moving straight in that direction. I push the door open slowly, preparing to strike on any fucker brave enough to invade my home, for a second time this evening.

Immediately I relax when I realize who’s on the other side of it.

“Bud,” I sigh “Fuck you doin’ creeping around in the middle of the night?”

“Sorry, boss man. I was hungry and theses canapes are the shit.” Buddy looks up at me and smiles, something green sticking from between his front teeth.

“It’s been a long fuckin’ night,” I tell him not even attempting to explain.

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