Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (3 page)

Angelica tipped her head and stared
at him, totally confused. She'd never seen him laugh and it only made him more
devastatingly handsome.

"Now, I absolutely must punish
you for that," he declared.

Chapter
Four

Angelica stiffened as his strong hands
encircled her wrists and he pulled her to her feet.

"But … I don't understand,"
Angelica protested as he dragged her into another room.

Heaps of cushions in luxurious
textures lay scattered around the room. He dragged her past them to the wall,
then pulled aside silky, draped fabric revealing chains on the wall.

Her eyes widened and she gasped.

"No," she wailed as he
clamped first one wrist, then the other into the heavy iron bands.

Although the metal was cold and
uncompromising, the inside was cushioned with soft velvet. He grasped one of
her ankles and pulled it sideways, clamped a band around it, then did the same
with her other ankle. Now she stood, spread-eagled and naked in front of him.

His hands on his hips, he stood and
stared at her, a half-smile on his lips. His gaze traveled down her body, then
circled her breasts, watching the nipples pucker and push forward. Damn them
for reacting that way!

His gaze slipped downward and he
stared at her dark curls. It was sheer torture standing there while he gazed at
her so intently. She felt her insides melt and liquid heat pool inside her.

Oh, God, what would he do now?

He stepped toward her and she
pressed herself tight against the cool stone of the wall. He raised his hand to
her cheek, then stroked lightly. His touch sent tremors through her. She could
imagine those big, masculine hands traveling over her body, cupping her
breasts, stroking between her legs to find the slippery, welcoming moisture
waiting for him.

She felt faint. He eased forward,
until his face, and his lips, were a mere inch from her own.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to
rush this. I intend a little … torture … before pleasure."

Torture? She trembled.

He smiled and turned around, then
strode from the room. She collapsed against the wall, fearful of what he had
planned. He returned five minutes later, a smile lighting his face. He sat on a
pile of cushions a few feet away and watched her. Three women entered the room,
wrapped in shimmering veils, one in crimson, one in turquoise, the last in
iridescent violet.

Music filled the room, wafting in
through the doorway. The women began to dance, twirling around the room. They
shimmied and swayed, spinning in circles, while slowly loosening their veils
until they swirled in beautiful trails of color. The dancers wore intricately
beaded bras and belts with circular skirts that twirled high when they spun
around. The sound of the beaded fringe, edged with tiny bells, tinkled
melodically, like the laughter of fairies. The delightful veils caressed the
air as they responded to the dancers arm movements, then they fluttered to the
floor as the women released them.

The music slowed and the women's
hips swayed from side to side. The woman in crimson slowed and sank to her
knees, her arms undulating in front of her. She arched backward, her head
brushing the ground behind her, her breasts curving upward. The woman in
turquoise sank to her knees beside Crimson and stroked her back.

No, she wasn't stroking Crimson,
Angelica realized, as the bra came free and Turquoise removed it from her
companion. Crimson began a shoulder shimmy and her breasts, full and round,
quivered. The nipples tightened, thrusting upward. Angelica couldn't pry her
gaze from them.

"They are beautiful, Azima's
breasts, don't you agree?" Kadin said.

Angelica glanced toward him. Her
gaze locked with his, then veered away. Involuntarily, she nodded.

She became acutely aware of the
beaded fringe still draped around her neck. The fringe danced across the top of
her breasts, teasing, making her long for a lover's hands. For Kadin's hands.

The other two dancers sank to the
floor beside Crimson and began stroking her quivering belly. Their hands
fluttered melodically to the music as they progressed upward, toward her
breasts. Angelica's breath held as the women cupped Crimson's full breasts in
their delicate hands. Crimson stopped her shoulder shimmy and started a belly
roll, her abdomen undulating up and down as her friends stroked the tips of her
breasts. In unison, the two women arched over her and drew her nipples into
their mouths. Angelica felt her own nipples ache with need. She glanced down at
them. They were hard and distended. Her gaze flicked to Kadin and she glanced
away quickly when she saw he was watching her.

Despite the erotic scene playing
out in front of them, she could see in her peripheral vision that his gaze
remained locked on her. Both Turquoise and Violet removed their bras and cast
them aside, then raised their hands high and shimmied their hips. Their
breasts, just as full and round as Crimson's, quivered with the movement. Still
on their knees, they each shifted to their left, Turquoise positioning herself
at Crimson's head and Violet at Crimson's knees.

Turquoise leaned over Crimson and
took one hard nipple into her mouth again. Crimson's hands, with snake-like
movements, curled around Turquoise, stroking her back, then gliding around to
her front and cupping the breasts dangling over her.

Violet slid her hands along
Crimson's thigh, parting the red, translucent fabric as she did. A moment
later, the skirt fell to the floor and she slid the beaded fringe upward,
baring Crimson's dark curls. Angelica felt Kadin's gaze on her like molten lava.

"What a beautiful pussy she
has, don't you think?" Kadin said.

Angelica said nothing, but she
couldn't take her eyes from it. Soft, dark curls with a little tongue of pink
showing through.

Violet slid her hands up Crimson's
thighs, then parted the furry folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh
beneath.

Was Kadin going to take these woman
right in front of her? If he did, would he leave her alone? But it seemed they
were enjoying each other. Violet leaned forward and licked Crimson's pussy.
Crimson moaned, her body undulating. Angelica could see Turquoise's mouth on
Crimson's breasts, moving from one to the other. Crimson arched, and moaned
loudly. She must be close to an orgasm.

Instead of pushing her to release,
Violet swirled away and Turquoise prowled over Crimson. Violet pulled away
Turquoise's skirt and Turquoise kneeled over Crimson as she stretched Crimson's
legs out, splaying them wide. Turquoise lowered her body as she leaned down and
licked Crimson's pussy. In turn, Crimson lapped at the woman above her.

Violet disappeared from the room
and returned an instant later with a burgundy velvet drawstring bag in her
hand. She shed her own skirt and lowered herself beside the other women. From
inside the bag she drew a long, purple cylinder. Angelica gasped as she
realized the cylinder looked like a man's penis. Actually, like two penises
lying end to end. The thing was twelve to fourteen inches long!

As Violet watched the other women,
her manicured fingertips danced along her nipples, from one to the other, until
they thrust sharply outward. One hand slid to her pussy and stroked it. Her
head fell back as she moaned. She opened her legs wider and plunged her fingers
in and out, then brushed them over the opening again. Against the clitoris,
Angelica realized.

Her own pussy ached, and liquid
pooled at her opening.

Crimson and Turquoise began to
undulate as one. Periodically, one or the other would come up for air and moan
in pleasure. Violet stroked her nipples with one hand and her clit with the
other. Kadin's gaze shifted back and forth now, from Angelica to the other
women. The two women pleasuring each other started to moan, the sound muffled
by the fact their mouths were each buried deep on the other's pussy. Frantic
sounds signaled their oncoming climax.

Violet grabbed the long penis and
drove it inside her pussy. Angelica watched in fascination as she thrust it in
and out, her hips arching upward, then a long, strangled moan blossomed from
her throat and her eyes fluttered wildly as she rode the device to orgasm.

All the women collapsed on the
floor. Angelica glanced at Kadin and his lips turned up in a devilish smile.
Her body ached for his touch.

The women shifted. Violet pushed
herself forward, the long penis still dangling from her, making her look like
some strange female-man. She fiddled with her beaded belt, pulling down two
short straps which she wrapped around the penis then fastened together.
Angelica realized Violet had essentially strapped the penis on so it would stay
inside her.

Violet stood up and approached the
other two women. Turquoise saw her and shifted to her knees, then leaned
forward. In amazement, Angelica watched Violet part Turquoise's buttock cheeks
and lick her anus. Then she pressed the purple penis against the asterisk shaped
opening and began to push forward. Angelica thought it would hurt the woman,
but she moaned in pleasure.

Crimson reached for the velvet bag
and pulled out another long, plastic penis, this one blue. She fed one end into
herself, smiling wantonly. Once she had only seven inches dangling outside, she
fastened it as Violet had. She approached her friends and crouched in front of
them. Turquoise grabbed the dangling blue penis and nudged it against her
pussy. Violet pushed forward until the device disappeared inside Turquoise.
Turquoise now had two plastic penises inside her.

Angelica's pussy ached for
attention. She wanted a long, hard penis inside her like she never had before.
It became a tortuous ache.

Violet lay down and Turquoise sat
down on her, taking the penis deep into her ass, her legs spread wide. Crimson
thrust into Turquoise and she moaned. So did Violet. Angelica realized that
Crimson's thrusts would push the plastic cock deeper into Violet.

Crimson thrust into Turquoise with
long, sharp movements. Soon all three of them were moaning, then Turquoise
started to scream, clearly in pleasure. The other two quickly followed suit.
Finally, they all collapsed on the floor again. Their breasts bounced with
their laughter. Angelica's pussy ached with need.

The dancers discarded the plastic
penises and stood up. They glanced at Kadin and he smiled, then nodded. They
giggled and bounced toward Angelica.

Were they going to release her?

Their soft hands began to stroke
her overheated body. Violet's fingertip glided down the beaded fringe into the
crevice between Angelica's breasts, then swirled around her aureole. Turquoise
cupped Angelica's other breast and the nipple peaked into her hand.

The feel of both breasts being
stimulated left Angelica gasping for air.

Crimson, stroked Angelica's
stomach, then down her thighs while Violet and Turquoise licked the tips of
Angelica's nipples. She wanted to protest, but it felt so good.

Her breathing quaked at the
exquisite torture and she gasped as she felt Crimson's tongue lick her slit.
The women at her breasts sucked them deep into their mouths, sending sharp
pleasure spiking from her nipples through her body to her pussy. Crimson nudged
Angelica's clit with her tongue, then sucked on it and Angelica moaned out
loud. Between the blissful play on her nipples and the intense pleasure
screaming through her clitoris, she gasped again and felt a tremendous wave of
pleasure wash over her. She moaned long and loud as ecstasy swept her away. The
women's mouths moved on her, kissing her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, then
their hands grazed over her skin with soothing strokes as the orgasm passed.

She found herself hanging from the
chains, stroked lovingly by feminine hands. Finally, they drew away, each
kissing her cheek before they withdrew totally. They gathered their things and
left the room.

Angelica tipped her gaze to the
ground, unable to meet Kadin's scrutiny.

Oh, God, what must he think of her
now?

He pushed himself to his feet. As
he approached, panic scurried through her. When he stood in front of her, she
managed to glance at his face, and did not see a sly smirk as she'd feared.
Instead, the black embers of his eyes burned hot.

He leaned close to her and she was
sure he was going to kiss her. His face hovered an inch from her own and she
stiffened, fearing he was going to kiss her, but at the same time wanting him
to kiss her. At the heat of his body so close to hers, her nipples hardened
once again and tremors rippled through her body.

She felt so ready. She wanted to
feel a man's touch, to experience a lover's invasion.

Chapter
Five

"You must be hungry." The breath
carrying Kadin's words brushed across Angelica's cheek in a gentle caress.

Oh, God, she wanted him. But she
shouldn't. To him, her surrender would be payment of a debt, nothing more. A
debt she didn't even owe!

His fingers curled around her waist
and he eased her back to her feet, steadying her until her legs took her own
weight. As she felt his fingers work at her wrists, unlocking the metal bonds,
she knew she could not give in to the demands of her over-stimulated body. This
need would pass. The attentions of the women had sent her brain into
hibernation. She still couldn't believe the scene they had played out before,
and how much it had turned her on. Then when they'd touched her … she shouldn't
have enjoyed it.

But she had.

Kadin crouched in front of her and
Angelica stiffened, but he simply released her left ankle, then the right.

He stood up. Her limbs had been
freed, but she stood frozen against the wall, unable to pass because he stood
in front of her.

"If you have learned your
lesson," he said, a half smile tracing his lips, "then I will provide
you with something to wear other than the blanket."

"Lesson?"

His smile broadened.

"Will you promise not to tear
off the clothing I provide?"

She nodded. "As long as you
promise the same thing."

He roared in laughter and stepped
aside to let her pass.

"It will be as you wish."

He stretched out his right arm,
signaling her to go ahead. She wasn't comfortable knowing he would be behind
her, watching her naked butt as she walked, so she hesitated, her gaze
downcast. He leaned down and a second later, she felt smooth silk slip over her
skin as he wrapped a yellow coverlet around her shoulders. It was from the pile
of cushions a few feet from the chains that had held her prisoner. It had
covered a thin, flat pad to provide comfort from the hard, wooden floor.

Her fingers clamped around the
fabric and pulled it close. He gestured her forward again and this time she
went. Once in the other room, she saw another harem costume laid out on one of
the couches, this one in lavender and rich purple, with iridescent beads.

"Although I have seen you
totally naked, you probably wish that I turn around while you dress, yes?"

"Yes."

Why was he being so cooperative all
of a sudden?

He turned and she quickly pulled on
the skimpy thong and skirt, then fastened the belt around her hips. When she
tried to fasten the bra, however, she ran into problems. She could not manage
the strange hooks on the heavily beaded, snug fitting garment. She struggled
and struggled.

"Is there some problem?"
he asked.

"I … can't seem to … get this
… uh … top fastened."

He chuckled. "May I be of
assistance?"

"Uh … Maybe one of the women
..."

"Nonsense."

He turned around and she clamped
her hands tighter on the bra, which currently hid her breasts but she had an
irrational fear that it would fall off. Irrational mostly because he'd already
seen all she had.

He stepped toward her. She stared
up at him and he stared down at her.

"Well?" His eyebrow
arched upward.

"What?"

He made a circular motion with his
finger and she realized he wanted her to turn around. Duh. Her brain really had
come unhinged.

She turned around and his large,
masculine fingers touched her skin and a quivering sensation shimmered down her
back. Within two seconds, he had the bra fastened. Then his fingers stroked
along the band, lightly, caressing her skin, sending her common sense fleeing
as she longed for him to slide his hands around her and cup her breasts. She
tugged on the sides of the bra to ensure it was secure and stepped forward,
putting an end to the sensuous spell of his touch.

"Now, let me look at you."

"Are you really giving me a
choice?"

He touched her shoulder lightly,
sending shivers of awareness through her.

"I want your permission."

She hesitated. She could refuse,
but where would that get her? On the other hand, if she gave her permission,
would he take it as something more?

She sighed and gave a single nod.

His gaze caressed the length of her
body, sending heat burning along her skin. As his gaze settled on the curve of
her breasts, pushing out the top of the bra, she could barely stand still.

"You've already seen me naked,"
she snapped.

"Yes, and that was very …
arousing, but a garment such as this adds a different level of allure. The way
it pushes your bosom up. The way the cascade of beads caresses the delicate
skin of your abdomen. The way your long, shapely thighs peek out from the
flowing fabric of the skirt.

Her cheeks flushed at his words.
They made her feel sexy and attractive, despite embarrassing her. She wasn't
used to feeling sexy. As his gaze began to travel again, she realized she
wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to find her attractive.

This was crazy. Here she stood,
enduring … no, luxuriating … in his perusal and the way it made her feel.
Silently, she prayed he would sit down first so she could pick a seat far away
from him. Finally, he placed his hand on the small of her back, sending more
tremors through her, and guided her forward.

"Sit here, Angelica."

She sat on the couch he indicated,
then he sat beside her. He clapped his hands together and an array of servants
appeared carrying a multitude of covered dishes. They set up a low table in
front of Kadin and her, and one of the servants placed a tall candelabra on the
table. The lights dimmed as the woman lit the candles, filling the room with a
warm glow. Soon the table was filled with serving platters full of spicy,
colorful foods. Angelica didn't recognize any of them, but the lovely aromas
set her mouth watering. Someone poured wine from an ornate, glass decanter into
tall, crystal goblets. Finally, all the servants left. One covered dish
remained and she glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that," he said. "I
wasn't sure if you would enjoy our cuisine so I had this brought in." He
lifted the lid and, underneath, was a McDonald's Big Mac, fries, and a
milkshake.

It looked so out of place among the
elaborate feast he'd set out. She covered her mouth with one hand, stifling a
giggle.

"They have such … restaurants
… at the airport." He tipped his head and his expression grew taut as he
noticed tears escaping her eyes. "Have I displeased you?"

"No." She wiped a tear of
suppressed laughter from her eye. She hadn't meant to insult him, but so much
had happened to her in the past twelve hours that the thought of some sultan,
or whatever he was, buying her fast food at the airport and placing it amongst
this scrumptious feast, all while punishing her, had just sent her over the
edge.

In fact, she found the gesture
rather sweet.

"It was very kind of you, but
I would far prefer the other dishes that I'm sure your … staff has spent a lot
of time preparing."

There. Maybe that would make up for
her potentially insulting behavior.

He nodded his head and smiled. She
seemed to have pleased him. Why did she find that thought pleased her?

He smiled. "Good."

Approval lit his charcoal eyes,
unnerving her a little. She reached for the goblet of wine and took a sip. Red
wine wasn't her favorite, but this one was superb, and it warmed her stomach
and relaxed her frazzled nerves. She took another sip.

He helped her select foods,
recommending various dishes. She sipped wine and ate, enjoying everything he
offered. Finally, her stomach sated, the warmth of the wine talking the edge
off her nervousness, she sat back and sighed.

"Ah, but you have left room
for something sweet, have you not?"

He smiled and lifted a bunch of red
grapes from one of the platters. He pulled one from its stem and lifted it to
her mouth. He stroked it across her lips, sending a delicious tingling along
the sensitive skin. She parted her lips, and he eased the grape into her mouth.
She bit through the skin and the sweet nectar burst into her mouth.

Gently, he grasped her hand,
surrounding it in warmth, and guided it toward him. She stiffened, wondering
what he was going to do, and relaxed as he placed a grape between her fingers
then drew her hand to his mouth. As he guided her to stroke the small globe
against his lips, the tip of his tongue slipped out and teased her fingertips
for a second before he grasped the grape in his teeth and drew it into his
mouth. He freed her hand and plucked another grape, then touched it to his
tongue, moistening it. He brought it to her mouth and stroked it across her
lips. She imagined it was his mouth touching hers. She flicked out her tongue
and touched the grape, wishing she was touching his tongue.

Encouraged, he lifted her hand and
grazed his tongue across her palm. She sighed at the exquisite feel of him. He
kissed along her forearm, then nuzzled the inside of her elbow. She melted back
against the cushions. A moment later, he progressed to her shoulder and kissed
her neck, sending her senses into a spiraling tornado of need.

She wanted him to kiss her, wanted
his lips to ravage hers.

How could she allow this? How could
her body want this unreasonable man?