Page 44 of Held Captive

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “They get punished.”

I can see the outline of his huge cock from here.

He catches me looking, a satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. He slowly undoes his blood-red tie, holding it loosely in one hand. Then he points to the floor in front of him. “Come.”

On my hands and knees, I crawl across the floor to kneel in front of his feet.

He holds a hand out, which I take, and pulls me to my feet. He spins me to face the massive wooden desk and steps behind me. His breath brushes across my skin. “Is that tight little pussy of yours sore from taking my cock?”

“Yes, sir.” It’s true. I’ve never been with a man that came close to his size. It was like losing my virginity all over again.

Sean kisses the patch of skin behind my ear. “Good.” He presses the center of my back, and I lie down over the desktop, the cool surface shocking to my burning skin. He positions my hands stretched forward, holding onto the opposite edge.

“I’m going to punish you, naughty girl. Then I’m going to fuck that sore, swollen cunt with my cock until you beg to come. Do you understand?”

I nod. My entire body is trembling.

Behind me, Sean starts to rub my cheeks, the skin warming under his touch. His bare hand comes down on me, alternating cheeks in a flurry of brisk spanks. None of them have been particularly hard, which confuses me. I’d been so distracted I’d forgotten about the belt, even though it was clearly in my line of sight lying on the desk.

Until I see him grab it. I let out a small squeak.He’s not really going to spank me with a belt.I realize I’m quite mistaken when I feel the soft, smooth leather trailing down my back.

And then nothing. No belt, no hand, just the cool air on my warmed skin.

There is no warning. No sounds. Just suddenly the searing pain across my cheek as the belt lands its first strike.

I shriek.

The belt connects across my other cheek. I start to stand up, but Sean’s firm hand presses down between my shoulder blades.

“Oh, no, little one, we’re nowhere near done.”

I whimper. He rains down a rapid volley of strikes across both cheeks, the fiery pain dancing from side to side with each one. I’m crying, my tears dropping onto the shiny desktop. I feel him step back, and suddenly a white-hot band of pain crosses both cheeks and wraps around the edge of my hip. I scream, my hands flying back to protect my ass. I can feel the hot, raised welts crisscrossing my skin.

“Put your hands back and keep them there, or I will make you spread your legs while I whip your cunt.” The matter-of-fact way he says it makes me believe him. I stretch my arms back over the desk.

“Good girl.” Then he unleashes a rapid series of strikes on my throbbing ass and down the sensitive parts of my upper thighs. I don’t immediately notice when it stops. Everything feels so far away, like I’m floating.

I hear the belt hit the floor. Sean is moving behind me. I startle when I feel his hot, wet tongue against my swollen folds.

Oh. My. God. I moan, and spread my legs just a little wider. Sean O’Connell, head of the Irish mob, is eating my pussy from behind. He thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance, while I moan his name.

“You taste fucking amazing, baby,” he says, swiping a finger through my arousal, and begins slowly circling my clit. His tongue dives back inside of me, fucking me with it.

“Oh, god. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” I beg.

He increases the pressure and speed on my clit. Wave after wave of tingling pleasure spreads across my body. I can feel my orgasm building.

Sean replaces his tongue with a finger, and then another, twisting them back and forth. The third finger stretches my sore pussy, but the twinge of pain only adds to the overwhelming sensations running through my body. He finger fucks me furiously, alternating between thrusting them in and out and twisting them around inside me, exploring me, looking for the spots that make me moan like an auditioning porn star. I’m seeing stars in my vision when I feel his tongue circle around my sensitive anus.

He starts pumping his fingers faster, and his circling tongue starts to press against the tight ring of muscle. My orgasm builds higher and higher and I forget to breathe, my lips tingling. Just as the first wave of pleasure washes over my body, I feel his tongue push inside of my virgin ass. He finger and tongue fucks me through wave after wave of orgasm.

I’m still having pleasurable aftershocks when I feel his thick cock pressing against my core. The stretching and slight burn as my body struggles to accommodate him is replaced by feeling so overwhelmingly full of his hard cock that it’s hard to breathe.

Sean groans, his cock seated fully inside of my cunt. I can feel his body pressing against the punished skin of my ass, the residual pain making every other sensation so much stronger. He starts to fuck me hard and fast. His heavy balls are slapping against my swollen clit, his body hitting my tender ass on every thrust.

The only thoughts in my mind are of the blissful overwhelming sensations spreading through my body. I can’t think, the pressure building inside my body as my orgasm approaches. I realize the voice I’ve been hearing is mine, begging ‘please, please’ on endless loop.

“Come for me, Roxanne,” Sean orders, his breath ragged. I can feel his cock swelling inside of me with his own release.

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