Page 30 of Hook

This man has taken me captive for God’s sake. I’m losing my mind if I want anything from him.

One hand travels under me to cup my breast, his fingers ripping at the fabric as he frees them, playing with my nipples one by one.

I moan, eyes clamping shut. The sensations he’s making me feel are intense. Catching myself, I shake my head. “Stop this.”

He licks my earlobe. “I told you to call me captain.”

“What is with you and wanting to be called captain?” I ask, infusing my tone with sarcasm.

He chuckles. “If you don’t like captain, how about sir?”

I shudder, as this man clearly has a superiority complex. “No thanks.”

He growls and spanks my already red ass again. “Call me, sir.”

I realize in that moment that I brought this upon myself. Breathing deeply, I mutter, “Sir.”

He bites the lobe of my ear. “Like you mean it, Gwendolyne.”

“Stop what you’re doing, sir,” I say, trying to keep the sarcasm from creeping into my tone.

“It’ll do,” he says, his other hand sliding lower to part my thighs. And then he pushes two thick digits inside, making me moan again. “You don’t sound like a woman who wants me to stop, though.”

I grind my teeth together, trying not to moan again as he slides his fingers in and out, driving me closer to the edge with each movement.

“Time for a taste.” He releases me, forcing me face first onto the bed, and drops to his knees behind me.

That’s when I feel it, the warmth of his breath grazing my clit as he moves closer. His tongue flicks out, swirling around me in a tantalizing motion before pushing against me. His fingers join in, massaging me and pressing against the sensitive spot deep within. His tongue and lips teasing me and almost pushing me over the edge, only for him to stop abruptly and yank me upright.

I whimper in response, wanting to come so damn badly that I forget everything else. “Please, sir.”

“Hmm, try, captain.”

“Please, captain,” I say, so far gone it’s humiliating.

He shakes his head. “No, it’s part of your punishment. No orgasm for you. But I intend to come down your pretty little throat.”

I tense in fear as he yanks me upright and positions me on the edge of the bed, my eyes in line with his waist. He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, revealing a huge bulge in a pair of tight briefs. My body heats as I notice the wetness where he’s leaking.

“Take it out for me, princess.”

I clench my fists and glare at him in defiance.

“Are you sure you want to be defiant right now? I do control whether you get to orgasm.”

A part of me wavers as he’s using my desperate need for release to manipulate me. Swallowing my pride, I slide my fingers into his briefs and wrap my hand around the velvety steel rod in his pants, pulling it out.

It’s huge and veiny and the sight of it makes me want to lie back, spread my legs and beg him to fuck me. A ridiculous notion, considering I’m a virgin and have zero experience.

“Open wide,” he orders.

I unhinge my jaw, my fingers still wrapped around the thick length of him. And then he slams his cock into my throat without warning, making me lose grip of him. I gag, thinking I’m going to puke on his cock, but he doesn’t relent.

As I gaze at him, he’s like an angry and tortured God, taking what he wants from me. His chestnut eyes flash with dangerous intent. “Fuck, Gwen. That throat feels like heaven,” he breathes, his hips moving in and out at an unbelievable pace.

He fucks my throat hard and mercilessly, restricting the oxygen in my lungs and making me panic that he’ll suffocate me with his dick. I’m sure I look ridiculous, gasping for air between each thrust, but he’s barely giving me a chance to breathe. And that restricted oxygen coupled with his dominance gives me what I’d been craving.

I moan around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes inside me, forcing me over the cliff edge.

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