Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (14 page)

She wanted to cry out but she’d
been given a direct order, so instead she remained quiet, waiting to see what
came next. He pinched harder, to the point of blissful pain, and then he rose
from his chair. With slow, unhurried movements he circled her, and when he
moved behind her, her ass bare to him in her thong, he lightly trailed his
hands over her tender backside, and put his mouth near her ear.

"It’s almost a shame you
weren’t tardy tonight," he whispered, his hot breath doing delicious
things to her senses. "Your ass looks like it could use another spanking."

He dropped to his knees and she
swallowed, the sound carrying in the night as he paid homage to her round cheeks,
touching gently and kissing away the sting that his hand had left behind
earlier. She wanted to move, wiggle, push up against him, but found excitement
in following his rules and remaining quiet and motionless.

He gripped the elastic on her thong
and gave a little tug downward. "Now let me see that pretty cunt of yours.
Let me see if it’s hot and wet for me."

He stood, moved back in front of
her and reclaimed his chair. "Take your panties off," he ordered.

She gripped the scrap of lace, and
slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot then the other, until she was
stark naked and shaking from want.

"Now hand them to me."

His deep voice made her toes curl
as she passed them over and he brought them to his nose to inhale her scent
before tucking them in his pocket. Holding her gaze, he called out for Ester,
and when Rebecca made a move to cover herself, aware that his cook would see
her naked, he gave a slow shake of his head to stop her, the cold warning in
his eyes stilling her hands.

Ester stepped from the shadows. "Please
clear the table, Ester. Then you may take the rest of the night off to do as
you please."

"Your food, sir?" she
asked.

"Chill it for later. There is
only one thing I’m interested in feasting on right now."

"Very well," she said as
Rebecca’s knees quivered in anticipation. With her breasts heavy and her pussy
on display, she watched Ester removed the dishes and carry them back to the
estate at the top of the hill.

Quinn adjusted his chair,
positioning it at the table like he was preparing to eat a meal. "Lay
yourself out for me." He waved his hand over the wood. "Right here."

Blood pumping madly, she shimmied
on to the table and laid back, her pussy merely inches from his face as her
legs dangled over the edge.

"Widen your legs and show me your
cunt."

She did as he commanded, and as she
stared at the mosaic of stars in the night sky, she waited impatiently, waited
for that first sweet touch of his tongue.

A finger moved over her slit. "Have
you been this hot and wet for me all day?"

"Yes," she answered.

She could feel his breath on her
inner thighs, so hot and moist it was all she could do not to cry out. "You
were a very good girl not to touch yourself. Your sweet cunt is mine to play
with not yours. Understand?"

Desperate for him to play with it
now, to lick, suck and fuck her, she murmured, "Yes." Cream dripped
down her leg, and she was sure if he didn’t soon touch her, she would go up in
a burst of flame. She listened for him to speak, to do something, but silence
hovered for a long time.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

She waited for what felt like a
lifetime.

And then it happened.

Like fire on her skin, his tongue
swiped from the bottom to the top, and as heat bombarded her, she felt a soft
quake in the center of her core. Glorious. So damn glorious. He licked her
again, and she spasmed. God, she was close, already so damn close she wasn’t
sure how much more she could take.

He flicked the soft blade of his
tongue over her clit and moaned in pleasure. "I’ve never tasted anything
so sweet," he said from deep between her legs. Passion raced through her
and she shivered under his invasive touch.

He inserted a finger and just kept
it there, not moving, not stroking, simply filling her with its girth. It was
blissful torture designed to let her know he was in charge. Fueled by need she
writhed and moaned in sheer frustration.

"Keep still, Rebecca and you
are not to come until I tell you to."

He put another finger inside her,
and the fit was so snug, so deliciously tight all she wanted to do was move,
force him to pump deep and bring her to climax.

"Such a lovely tight cunt,"
he said, as he drew her clit into his mouth. "My cock is going to fill you
so nicely."

Yes…

He slowly, methodically began to
move his fingers inside her, pressing, pushing, and building a powerful climax.
How would she ever hang on? But she had to. He’d told her to.

She drew a shaky breath and stole a
glance at the amazing man feasting on her. Honestly, until this moment, this
man, she had no idea why her past relationships had all failed. But now she
knew. She didn’t want an easy considerate lover, a man who let her control the
play, take the reins. No. She wanted this. Domination. Total and utter
surrender.

Oh God, she wanted this
…

His fingers stopped moving and he
climbed to his feet. His dark, hungry glance met hers. "Fuck my fingers.
Move your hips and fuck my fingers like a good girl."

Rebecca gripped the sides of the
table and started moving, meeting each thrust as he pumped into her and stroked
her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the points of pleasure, but
then she opened them again, and tossed her head from side to side. Desperate to
come, to give in to the sensations, her breath came in ragged bursts.

"What is it, Rebecca?"

"I’m going to come."

"Not until I say so. You can
hang on."

"Quinn…please…"

"Don’t disobey me, Rebecca,"
he warned.

He stroked harder, applied more
pressure, and her body began tingling, every nerve quivering and on fire. She
breathed against the blinding pressure, letting it build higher and higher
until she hovered on the precipice. Heat whipped through her and her thoughts
fragmented. He leaned over her and drew a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of
his tongue magnificent on her flesh. He sucked hard, and she stifled a cry when
he bit down. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, barely a shred of sanity
left, his gaze met hers.

"Come for me," he
whispered, and just like that she gave herself over to the pleasure. She cried
out in relief, her pussy convulsing and clenching tightly around his fingers,
holding them deep inside her body as her voice rose higher and higher. Waves of
ecstasy lashed her body with the same ferocity as the waves crashing against
the jagged rocks below. She gasped for breath, never having felt anything so
powerful or amazing in her entire life. He held her as she trembled, wrapping
her in his arms, and the possession she caught in his eyes when they moved over
her face filled her with a new kind of need.

When her body stopped spasming,
Quinn unzipped his pants, gripped her hips to pull her to the edge of the
table, and without speaking, drove his cock all the way inside her. His
nostrils flared and his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he pounded into her,
fucking her like a man hell-bent on taking what was his. As he ravaged her, her
heart raced, loving that he wanted her like this, with such passion and
possession. He fucked harder and faster, like he couldn’t get deep enough, like
he was seeking more than just release. It excited her, frightened her, made her
feel wanted and cherished.

"You’re mine, Rebecca,"
he growled.

"Quinn…" she murmured.

"Say it."

"I’m yours."

"This is my cunt, and I’m the
only one who gets to fuck it."

"Yes," she cried out as
his words, and his savage fucking, brought her to the edge again. His fingers
bit deeper into her flesh and she knew he’d leave a bruise. But she wanted to
be marked by him, a token to remember this moment. He shifted for deeper
penetration, and she arched into him. Her entire body broke out in a sweat, and
she moaned as a second climax swept through her.

"Jesus," he cried out, as
she let go, her hot cream coating his cock. A second later he threw his head
back and came on a growl. He depleted himself high inside her, and she
tightened, milking him of every last drop.

He fell over her, his heart
pounding against her body. He stayed like that until his breathing settled,
then he pulled his cock out, and re-zipped his pants. Rebecca remained still,
sprawled out on the table, her mind still not functioning properly.

Quinn gripped her hands and pulled
her until she was sitting upright.

Feeling completely comfortable in
her skin around him, and basking in the new intimacy they now shared, she
glanced at her clothes in the sand, waiting for him to instruct her to dress.

He ran his hand down her arm, the
touch achingly gentle, and the tenderness on his face when his eyes met hers
made her breath catch. "You have a beautiful body and I have decided that
for the duration of your stay here, I want you naked."

Rebecca gulped air. "What
about your staff?"

"What about them?"

"I can’t walk around naked in
front of them."

"You can and you will."

"But Quinn…"

"And I meant what I said,
Rebecca. Your cunt is mine. Mine to do with as I please."

Chapter
Four

Quinn put his arm around Rebecca’s slim waist
and guided her back to the estate. Once inside, he led her to his
suite––specifically to his impressive private bathroom. He turned on one of the
many spray nozzles inside the large, walk-in shower and looked at the
incredible woman who’d made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years.

When he smiled at her, she asked, "What?"

"Still want to run away?"

She returned his smile. "No."
Then she bit her lip and said, "You knew I wouldn’t make the call didn’t
you?"

Quinn stepped into the shower and
held his hand out for her. "Yes, now come here and let me wash you."
He adjusted the spray and put her under it. She moaned in ecstasy and he
grabbed the soap to lather her. He washed her body, taking extra care with her
bruised pussy before teasing the tight rosette between her ass cheeks, gauging
her reaction which was hesitant but positive. He pressed a finger in to test
her and when her eyes widened, his heart leapt, thrilled to know he would be
the first guy to penetrate her anally. His cock twitched in anticipation, but
he banked his desires, knowing they’d have plenty of time for that later. He
gathered her hair, and poured a generous amount of shampoo into his hands
before he began to wash her long curls.

She whimpered in delight. "I
love the way you take care of me."

"You’ve given yourself to me,
Rebecca and it’s my responsibility to take care of you." When she blinked
up at him, he explained. "I take that responsibility very seriously."

Her brow furrowed. "You’ll
always take care of me?"

"Yes. It’s part of the Dom/sub
relationship. I will tell you what you can and cannot do, but I always have
your best interests at heart. You do understand that don’t you?"

She nodded, and he pulled her
close, running his soapy hands over her body to finish cleaning her. He slipped
a hand back between her legs. "Is your pussy sore?"

"A little."

"If I’m ever too rough, you
know you have a safe word, right?"

She shook her head. "I love
how you took what you needed."

He held her tight, his heart
pounding with the understanding that he’d never felt so close to anyone before.
"But I’ll never take without giving. Not with you, Rebecca."

"I love that, too." She
went quiet for a moment, then asked, "How did you know, when I didn’t even
know?"

"It was the way you shied away
from me during proceeding. The sub in you sensed the Dom in me. I knew what you
needed long before you did, and I wanted to be the man to give it to you, which
is why I brought you here, and not to Freedom."

"Oh," she said. "You
remember me from way back then."

"I’ve never forgotten you,
Rebecca."

"I’ve never forgotten you
either," she admitted, then her eyes widened like she was remembering
something else. "Wait, we didn’t use protection."

"You’re on the pill."

"How did you know?"

He smiled. "Because I took
great pain in learning everything about you before I brought you here." He
touched her chin, and angled her face upward. "And don’t worry. I’m clean.
I’m tested monthly."

Her stomach took that moment to
grumble and Quinn laughed. "Come on. Let’s get dried off and have some
dinner and wine on the bedroom patio."

Quinn wrapped her in a big fluffy
towel, knowing the night breeze would be cool up here on the hill. He led her
outside, and she took a seat, contentment written all over her. She glanced at
the ocean, her eyes wide and full of new life.

"So beautiful."

His heart missed a beat and he said
truthfully, "There is no one else I’d rather be sharing this with."

She looked at the towel and her
eyes widened. She made a move to shed it. "Oh…"

He stopped her. "No. Tonight you
will stay wrapped. It’s chilly, and I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. In
the heat of the day, you will be remain uncovered, but for now, keep this on."

Something moved over her face, and
his heart pinched.

"I love the way you take care
of me," she said quietly.

"Good, because I don’t ever
plan to stop."

She exhaled slowly, and he dropped
a kiss onto her mouth. "I’ll go round us up some food and drink. Then once
those needs are taken care of, I do plan to take you again."

He turned and made a quick trip to
the kitchen to reheat the food Ester had prepared for them earlier, then
grabbed a bottle of wine.

When
he went back to his bedroom and saw Rebecca sitting on his patio, like it was
where she always belonged, he knew in an instant that he could never be with
another. She was his sub, he was her Dom and he would spend his life taking
care of her, and pleasing her.

* * *

Rebecca woke to the sound of waves
splashing in the distance. She stretched out her sore limbs and smiled because
it was a good sore. One that reminded her of all the deliciously naughty things
she did with Quinn since arriving on this majestic island.

God, how could she have gotten so
lucky, to be kidnapped and awakened sexually by this magnificent man who took
such care in introducing her to the darker side of pleasure. She might not have
made it to Freedom, but never had she felt so free.

"Good morning."

She looked at Quinn, and was about
to speak when he pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard, then climbed
over her, pinning her beneath him. Their tongues tangled as she widened her
legs for him, granting him access to her body and heart.

When his cock found home, he pumped
into her, their lovemaking hot and passionate and every bit as moving as it was
the last time. Rebecca basked in the sensation, never wanting the feeling, or
this wild weekend, to end. After lovemaking, they showered and Quinn took her
to the beach where they nibbled on fresh fruit and delicious omelets made by
Ester, who was now arranging towels and what looked like a picnic basket on the
sand, close to the surf. As Rebecca sat across from him, stark naked, a warm
breeze on her flesh, they talked quietly, but she didn’t miss the hunger in his
eyes.

Before she realized it, she was in
Quinn’s arms again. "I can’t seem to get enough of you."

"You should probably do
something about that."

His eyes darkened as he led her to
the towels that Ester had arranged for him. Once there he spun Rebecca around,
his hands going to her breasts as he pushed up against her. She could feel his
hard cock press against the small of her back, and feeling naughty, wanting a
spanking, she wiggled up against him.

He slid his hand along her hips,
then cupped her ass cheek. "If you’re going to tease me with your sweet
ass, then I’ll have no choice but to take it."

She gasped, remembering how he
inserted a finger during their shower. Was he really planning on fucking her
anally?

"Quinn…" she murmured
nervously.

"Remember what I said,
Rebecca. I will always take care of you."

Her heart raced as he dropped to
his knees behind her, and when she felt his warm lips on her cheek, her body
quaked.

"Such a pretty, pretty ass,"
he murmured, desire making his voice husky.

Oh God
…

He slid a hand to her pussy, dipped
into her liquid heat, the trailed it over her back opening. She remained still,
curious and frightened as he teased a finger inside. It felt strange,
uncomfortable, but the truth was she wanted this, wanted him to take her in a
way no man had ever taken her before.

"Widen your legs." She did
as he requested, and stood there bared to him looking out over the water as he
prepared her ass, pushing one, then two fingers past her ringed passage. When
she tightened he rubbed her clit, and said, "Relax for me. Let me take
care of you."

She exhaled slowly and let him
stretch her. He stood back up, and slid his hand around her waist. He put his
mouth near her ear and said, "Get down on your hands and knees."

Breathing labored, she dropped to
the towel, wondering how she’d ever accommodate his huge cock, but trusting in
Quinn enough to know he’d never hurt her.

 "Look at you," he
murmured. "Your ass is just craving to be fucked."

She listened to the hiss of his
zipper, then he dropped down behind her. He opened the basket and pulled out a
tube of lube. He squirted it into his hand, and then coated her puckered
rosette.

The liquid felt cool at first, but
then began warming. He worked his fingers back into her ass, and his growl of
longing curled around her. Her nipples tightened, and when she relaxed into his
touch she could feel her body opening.

"That’s it, Rebecca. That’s it
exactly."

A quake moved through her, her body
responding to the pleasure in his voice.

He removed his fingers and she
could feel his crown breach her opening. He moved slowly, offering her only an
inch at a time and allowing her to get used to the feeling before going deeper.
Pain and pleasure hit at the same time, and when he drove deeper, stretching
her unnaturally, her body clenched.

"Easy," he said, running
his hands along her back, his soft whisper covering her like a blanket.

She breathed slowly, wanting this,
wanting to make this good for him. Quinn reached around and rubbed her clit, as
he pushed deeper. Feeling like he was ripping her, she gasped, and even though
she knew she could put a stop to this, use her safe word if she wanted to, she
clamped her mouth shut and let him take full possession of her.

She relaxed again, her muscles
loosening. "That’s a girl." He stroked her back gently. "You’re
doing so good, Rebecca. I wish you could see the way my cock is sliding into
your ass. You are so sexy, so beautiful like this." He jerked his hips and
they both groaned. "Look at that, I’m almost all the way inside you now."

His words, and the pleasure she
heard behind them, was all the encouragement she needed. She pushed back
against him, taking him the rest of the way into her body.

"Fuck," he bit out.

Rebecca began panting and he stayed
still inside her for a long time. Sunlight spilled over their bodies, until
hunger consumed her. She needed him to fuck her, to come inside her and claim
her like this.

She moved her body to let him know
she was ready. Quinn gripped her hips, and began moving. Slowly at first, then
quicker, lust getting the better of him. He bent over her and rubbed her clit,
taking her on the journey to ecstasy right along with him. Everything in what
they were doing was highly erotic, deeply intimate, bringing them closer and
closer together.

Pressure began brewing in her body,
her orgasm approaching rapidly.

"You are mine and mine alone,"
Quinn said.

"Yes, Quinn," she said,
tension growing in her body. "I am yours to take."

"Now come for me."

She gripped the beach towel beneath
her, squeezing the cotton as she climaxed. Her cries carried in the breeze and
when Quinn let go, releasing himself in her ass, emotions brought tears to her
eyes.

He collapsed onto her back, and
wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her tight. He remained inside her
until his cock grew flaccid, then he pulled out. He dropped beside her and
pulled her down, holding her head against his chest. She stayed there,
listening to the pounding of his heart, and knew there was no place she’d
rather be, no man she’d rather be with.

You are mine and mine alone
.

As she thought about what he said,
she wondered if he meant it, or was that just something a Dom said as his
passion peaked.

Quinn climbed to his feet and
pulled her up with him. "How about a swim?" When she caught the
tenderness in his eyes, it had her wondering if it was it possible that he’d
want to continue with this relationship when they returned home. Then again,
what if this weekend was it, and when they returned home they’d both go back to
their lives?

Her stomach tightened because she
had no idea how she could go back to dating nice, kind men, who had no idea
what she wanted in a relationship. She pushed that disheartening thought aside
and decided now was not the time to dwell on it. Now was the time to enjoy
Quinn, and this island, and forget about reality for awhile.

"I’d love to," she said,
hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as her insides.

The rest of the day and night was
spent in each other’s arms, and they woke to a glorious Sunday where they
played in the surf and made love beneath the sun. Before she realized it,
Sunday night was upon them, and it was time to head back to reality.

After their last lovemaking session
a little over an hour ago, Quinn had instructed her to go to her room to pack.
Dressed in a pantsuit not at all unlike the one she’d arrived in, and leaving
the clothes behind that Quinn had purchased for her, her heart felt heavy as
she sealed her suitcase. She swallowed the knot in her throat, her gut warning
that this could very well be the last she was going to see of Quinn,
considering he hadn’t made mention of seeing her or continuing with their
relationship when they left this idyllic island behind.