Captive's Desire (8 page)

“I’d like you to answer me, please,” he said, rubbing one wet finger across her lips.

She was only able to make a sound; a small, incoherent sound.

“Now, I think you can do better than that.”

She shook her head with a whispered no.

“Would you like me to dip my fingers inside your pussy and let you taste yourself?” he asked.

She swallowed and it took her a moment. She nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl, and so polite,” he said, tracing her lower lip once before swiping his hand once again across her pussy and returning his fingers to her mouth.

“Open,” he said.

She did; it was just the slightest parting of her lips, but it was enough for him to press his fingers inside.

“Now suck.”

She closed her eyes as her mouth sealed around his fingers. She tasted the slightly sweet, slightly bitter taste of herself.

“Let go, Livvie,” he said, chuckling.

She opened her mouth and released his fingers.

“Do you like how you taste?” he asked, no humor in his question.

“Yes,” she said, having to clear her throat before the sound actually left her mouth with form.

“I’ll give you something else to suck on in a little bit.” He caressed the side of her face and kissed her temple lightly. He then took both nipples into his hands and squeezed harder than she expected, then twisted.

“Ow!” She jumped, grasping his wrists. It had hurt, but it had simultaneously sent a sensation to her clit she couldn’t ignore.

“Clasp your hands behind your back unless you want me to bind them.”

“It hurt,” she said, moving her hands away.

He smiled. “On your knees, Livvie. Keep your legs wide,” he said, pressing on her shoulder.

She sank to her knees, looking up at him, her posture making her very aware of the heat and moisture between her legs. She wondered for a moment what was happening to her, why she was reacting this way to the pain of having her nipples squeezed, the humiliation of being told to kneel naked before this man who was clothed.

He made her stay that way for what seemed like forever, just looking down at her. And after that time, she felt her submission more clearly than she could have understood it in either words or thoughts when he finally moved.

Hayden unbuttoned his jeans and released his cock. Livvie didn’t think. All she could wonder was how he would taste, how she wanted to lick him, to suck him like she had his fingers, but harder.

She watched, enthralled, while he massaged the length of his cock. Impossible though it seemed, it grew even larger, thicker, harder. A shiny drop slickened the very head of it, making her lick her lips.

“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock, Livvie?” he asked.

Embarrassed to the point of no return, she could only stare up at him. It took her an age to reply with a quiet no.

“Would you like to suck my cock?”

“Yes,” she answered more eagerly.

“Then ask. Ask me to put my cock inside your mouth. Ask for permission to suck my cock, Livvie.”

His gaze had darkened with his arousal. Bringing her attention back to his cock, she not only opened her mouth, but was unable to stop herself from flicking her tongue over the tip, cleaning off that droplet. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to taste him. To find out if he tasted like her, if he was sweet or salty.

He pulled back and shook his head. “No, Livvie. It’s rude not to ask permission first.”

“Please let me…” she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t finish.

“Let you what?” he asked, massaging its length again, touching the head of it to her lips, teasing her.

She cleared her throat. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock.”

He smiled a deeply satisfied smile and when she opened her mouth, he slid it inside.

She closed her eyes, savoring the salty, slightly sweaty flavor, the soft, warm skin covering the hardness beneath. She sealed her lips around it, licking with her tongue as she sucked, taking him deeper into her mouth and retreating again and again, tasting that little bit of salty release.

He let out a long moan and put his hands to either side of her head. Fisting handfuls of her hair, he thrust his cock toward the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull free. He allowed her some space, but held her to him.

“It’s ok. That was too fast,” he said. “We’ll go slow. Relax, Olivia, it’s ok. Look at me.”

She turned her face to his, her eyes filled with tears from the physical effect of what he’d done. “I’m sorry,” she said.

He smiled and pulled her to her feet before laying her on the bed. She watched him strip off his jeans and stand naked before her. “Spread your legs,” he said.

Her eyes went wide.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed her legs apart with his. “Take them wide, Livvie,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She shook her head.

“No?” he asked, his voice teasing as he pushed her thighs open. “Are you sure?” he asked, resting his cock between the folds of her pussy. He smiled. “Don’t worry, Olivia,” he said, rubbing the thick shaft all along her slickness there, covering it in her juices. “I won’t fuck you until you beg me to.”

Damp heat slickened her pussy and she opened to him, her sigh a quiet letting go of all thought while she simply felt. She had a deep longing to have him inside her, to fill the emptiness she was suddenly so aware of.

“I have a feeling that won’t be too long now,” he said.

When he pulled away, she made a noise, looking up at him. “Please.” Her voice was weak and in the next moment, all thought was once again lost. His hands were to either side of her pussy, opening her wider.

“Please what?” he teased, looking down at her as she held her legs wide, allowing him the view.

“Please, I…don’t know. I want…”

He buried his face there, making her gasp and clutch at him. He licked and sucked, the softness of his mouth so opposite the hardness of the rest of him. Her pussy was on fire, but still, she could feel the warmth that was his, that was him, separate of her own heat.

Just when she was on the verge of climax, he moved a hand and one finger covered and pressed lightly against her back hole. She gasped at the pressure while he sucked her clit. She should fight him off, she should tell him to stop, she knew it. But she lost all control of herself as her body bucked beneath him, unable to process anything as sensation upon sensation left her both physically and mentally limp.

He didn’t give her time to recover before closing his mouth over hers.

“It’s only the beginning,” he said.

“I want…” she began in a whisper, her voice husky, not sounding at all like herself.

“Yes?” he taunted, climbing to his knees and straddling her chest, trapping her arms beneath his thighs. He massaged his cock as she watched. “Tell me what you want, Olivia.”

She licked her lips. She was still riding the waves of her release and her words were not her own. She opened her mouth, hungry again for the taste of him, the salt, the sweat, the man. She reached her tongue out.

“Tell me first, tell me what you want to do. I like to hear you say it.”

He’d withdrawn his cock just far enough that she could see it, watch him massage it in his big hand, his cock slick with her juices, the tip of it just touching her lips.

“I want…” She looked up at him once more and when she met his eyes, he shifted so he covered her pussy one more time with his free hand. “Oh!” she began, lifting her hips into his hand.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to taste you too,” she said, amazed and ashamed at her words. “I want you to put your cock in my mouth.”

“Christ, Livvie!” he exclaimed, bringing his cock to her lips. She opened eagerly, sucking while he moved his length into her mouth then pulled back, gaining ground slowly, but not reaching for the back of her throat this time. All the while he kept his fingers working over her clit.

“I love how you suck my cock,” he said. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

She obeyed, his words only egging her on, making her want to please him, to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. She stilled when she felt the twitch of his cock and the first spurts hit the back of her throat. She made a sound and would have tried to free herself, but he held her still. She watched his face and realized he must be feeling the ecstasy she’d felt and relaxed, opening for him, wanting to take what he gave. His eyes grew softer, brighter, more blue, more gold. She came a second time herself as she listened to his moan and felt the seemingly interminable flow as he emptied himself into her mouth. When he finished, he pulled slowly out and took his slick fingers from her clit.

“Do I have to tell you to swallow?” he asked, his breath uneven.

She shook her head and he watched her as she did, not wasting a drop of the stuff. “Good girl,” he said. “Very good girl.”

Chapter Six

Livvie scratched another line onto the side of the nightstand, feeling duplicitous as she did. She was marking her days, not wanting to lose track of time. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so confused in her life. She should only be trying to escape, to get back to her city, to her sister. She should rejoin her squadron and alert them to Ouray’s existence. But that thought made her skin prickle. The thought of Jenna, of Hayden being attacked. The thought of escaping the camp left her feeling afraid and alone.

Hayden had left for headquarters not ten minutes ago. He wouldn’t be back until dinner, but he’d said he had to finalize some arrangements and would maybe have a job for her starting tomorrow. She’d been here more than a week now.

The memory of last night was so fresh she’d woken with it on the forefront of her mind. God, what he’d done to her. What she’d done to him! She’d taken—she’d wanted to take—a man’s cock into her mouth. She’d swallowed what he’d given her! She’d let him bury his face between her legs and made her feel like she’d never felt before—barring the last time with him and those few dreams she’d had. She’d never considered that, never knew it was a possibility or that it was something that could feel so good.

She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled his pillow close to her, hugging it. Inhaling deeply, she held the scent of him as she spread her legs and slipped a hand between them. She moaned almost immediately just by the pressure of cupping what seemed to now be her constantly swollen, damp sex.

“No,” she said out loud. She got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. She was lying in her enemy’s bed, letting him do things to her body, teaching her pleasure, while her sister was in danger. She closed her eyes as cold water ran over her body. The only thing wrong with that statement, the only thing that would make things difficult was that she wasn’t sure at all that he
was
the enemy.

* * *

Livvie pushed the window open and climbed out into the garden. She looked around, satisfied with herself. She was free, almost. She was at least out of the house. But now what? She walked around to the back, which was almost flush with a steep, flat face of rock. Looking up, all she saw was mountain and sky. This wasn’t the way out. She turned back and walked around to the other side. This was scalable, she could climb this, but within a few steps, she could already see the top of the fence.

“Crap,” she said, heading back down. Just as she stood wiping dirt from her hands and pants, thinking of her next move, a car turned the corner.
His
car. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat picked up. She’d never make it to the other side of the house without him seeing her. Not from the front yard at least. She turned quickly to squeeze herself through the small space between the back of the house and the side of the mountain. She moved as quickly as she could to the other side. She heard him park the car on the driveway just as she reached the window. He killed the engine and opened the door while she struggled to push the window open. She heard the door slam when she managed to get it up and sling one leg inside.

She would have made it in before him. She might even have had another opportunity to use the window as an exit if she hadn’t panicked and dropped it on her leg, effectively trapping herself half in, half out of the house.

“Ow!” she squeaked, still trying to be silent even though she knew she’d be caught and punished.

In the next moment, the weight of the window was lifted off her trapped thigh and she sat straddling the sill, staring into Hayden’s very amused eyes.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

“I think I can manage,” she said, swinging her other leg inside. Once she was in, she shook off her hands and turned to close the window. “Well,” she said, facing him again. “You should get that lock looked at.”

“Is that so?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I thought I heard something so I figured I’d check the locks. It’s a good thing I did.”

He smiled, obviously amused. “All locks worked before you moved in, Livvie.”

“Or so you thought.”

“Would you prefer to take your spanking upstairs or downstairs?” he asked.

Her body reacted immediately to his words, her nipples hardening, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

“I’d prefer not to take a spanking at all, actually.”

“I bet. Upstairs or downstairs?”

She inhaled and exhaled, looked at his fixed expression, and headed toward the ladder. Once upstairs, she sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He took his time and she wondered what he was doing, whether he was purposely stretching out her wait time. It was a good while before she heard him climbing up and when she did, her heartbeat quickened, not to mention her sudden awareness of the moisture that dampened her panties. It was as if that part of her were anticipating something entirely different from the pain and humiliation her brain expected.

“What was your plan, exactly?” Hayden asked, looking down at her as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.

She looked from his big hands to his powerful forearms to his face. “I’m cooped up in here all day with nothing to do. I didn’t really have a plan. I just…” she didn’t want to let on that she was worried about her sister, although she suspected he had some idea. Admitting it though would tell him with no uncertainty that she believed what he’d said, that Magnus One was corrupt and that they, the resistance fighters, were the good guys. “I just wanted to get some fresh air.”