Mastered by her Captor (15 page)

She longed for his thick, hard cock, which was pressed hard against her belly, to glide into her. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked, in hopes of coaxing him. She flattened her hand on his shoulder and pressed him back until he rolled onto his back, then she climbed over him. She smiled and leaned forward, fluttering kisses along his collar bone, then pressing her tongue into the hollow, feeling his pulse thumping.

She nibbled his raspy flesh, then nuzzled under his chin.

He cupped her breasts, pulsing his fingers around them. She arched upward, pushing them into his palms. He chuckled, then leaned forward and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, then raised her body and pressed him to her wet opening. Slowly... her gaze locked on his simmering blue eyes... she lowered herself onto him. Feeling his marble-hard cock stretching her passage delightfully wide.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

She smiled, loving that she was giving him pleasure. Once he was all the way inside her body, she leaned forward and kissed him. He met her kiss with passion and enthusiasm, driving his tongue deep into her.

She drew back and arched her body. The feel of his cock inside her set her blood ablaze. He moaned as she pivoted her hips forward and backward in a slow, pulsing rhythm, driving her pleasure higher. She undulated her body, feeling his cock rocking inside her.

He groaned, then wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted, guiding her to move up and down. She lifted, then glided downward. Then did it again. On the next pump, she added a shift to the left, then on the next stroke to the right. She could see the affect on his face... his eyes darkening... his jaw tightening.

She dipped down and kissed his chest, then lapped her tongue over his nipple, to his groan. Then she sat up and began pumping in earnest. Taking him
deep
inside. His hard cock gliding along her sensitive flesh... out... in... filling her over and over.

She squeezed him and... on his groan... felt the world tumble around her as he rolled her back. Now his big body was over hers. His cock pressed deep into her, driving her need to new heights. He captured her mouth and drove his tongue inside, sweeping it deep. Claiming her.

“Oh, please. Fuck me, Erik,” she whimpered, as soon as he released her mouth.

His eyes glittered like embers. Then he drove deep. She gasped.

He drew back and thrust deep again. She grasped his shoulders, her gaze locked with his.

He pumped into her. Moving faster. Thrusting harder. The whole world spun around her as pleasure expanded, bombarding her with delightful rippling sensations. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched upward, taking him deeper still.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close.”

“Oh, yes. Please come inside me.”

He rumbled from deep in his chest as he pumped faster. She squeezed around his thick cock, feeling her own pleasure skyrocket.

“Oh, God.” She arched hard against him. “Oh, yessss!”

He groaned, his cock filling her with hot semen, just as she catapulted over the edge of forever. She clung to him, his body tight against hers as she trilled.

His lips caressed her neck. “Are you coming, baby?” he murmured against her ear.

She nodded. “Yes,” she finally breathed. “Erik, you...”

He drove deep again and she gasped. “You’re making me come.”

The words were barely audible as she rode the wave of intense pleasure.

Just as her orgasm began to wane, he found her clit and teased it. She moaned, tumbling over the edge again. Swooping through the clouds of ecstasy as he flicked and pumped.

It went on and on... her body pulsing with exhilarating joy.

Finally, the blazing passion turned to burning embers, leaving her glowing with happiness as she slumped back on the bed. He smiled down at her.

His fingertips glided along her cheek in a tender caress.

“Your face is absolutely radiant.” His fingers glided under her chin and he tipped it up, then kissed her. Sweetly. “You are incredibly beautiful.”

The glittering warmth in his eyes warmed her.

Then he hugged her close. She rested her face against his chest, feeling warm and cherished in his embrace.

Then she fell asleep.

In the morning, Kalie woke up naked in Erik’s arms, listening to his heartbeat against her ear. She smiled, knowing they had made a real connection last night. Not only had she experienced her deepest sexual fantasy these past few days, she’d found a man she fully believed could be the one.

She stroked her hand over his solid, muscular chest. She could hardly wait to get to know him better. To start building their relationship.

She couldn’t stop smiling.

She glided her hand downward, toward his already hard cock.

But his hand clamped over hers and he drew it back.

“So my captive wants another fuck, does she?”

He pushed her onto her back and his big body moved over her.

He pressed his hot tip to her slick opening and pressed inside her. Just a few inches. She trembled with need. He pulsed the tip in and out. Driving her desire to full-fledged desperation.

Then he pulled out.

“No, please. Fuck me,” she cried.

He drove deep, making her gasp. Then he started to thrust. Deep and hard. The steady rhythm building the heat inside her until pleasure rippled through her entire body.

“Oh, God.” She clung tight to his body. “Oh, yes!”

She moaned as the orgasm crashed around her, sizzling across every nerve ending. He pumped faster and she wailed.

The door opened and Carl stood rubbing his eyes.

“You two are loud enough to wake the dead.”

Erik’s cock still filled her. Fast and hard. Then he released inside her.

He slowed as her orgasm faded. She lay there, his body still resting on hers, feeling the glow in her cheeks.

Then Carl’s rigid cock brushed her cheek. “I said you woke the dead,” he teased.

She turned and licked his hard cockhead, then took the tip in her mouth.

Erik slipped away, leaving her naked and sprawled wide on his bed. Carl stepped back, his cock pulling from her mouth and he prowled over her.

“My turn.” He pressed his cock to her opening, then teased her slick slit with a few strokes.

She arched against him.

He pushed into her in one steady stroke, filling her all the way.

“Fuck me, Carl,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Make me come like Erik just did.”

He grinned. “My pleasure.”

He drew back, then drove deep again. Then he began to thrust. With her wafting in the afterglow of her orgasm, his steady strokes ignited the embers of pleasure still burning inside her. Passion flared and pleasure built inside her. Rising. Blazing hotly.

“Oh, God. I’m coming.” She wailed as another orgasm washed through her. Tumultuous and delightful. She rode the wave of joy as Carl kept driving into her.

Then he groaned and erupted inside her.

Finally, she slumped back again.

Oh, God, she would have to send Becca the biggest arrangement of flowers she could find, because that woman had made her deepest desires an intense, absolutely incredible, reality.

That day the men continued her fantasy, using her and delighting her over and over again. By dinner time, they were all exhausted. She made dinner... naked again... and they touched and stroked her as she tried to get things done. Finally, when she was able to serve the meal, they all ate.

Afterward, when they returned to the living room, Erik surprised her by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. With passion and tenderness. He left her breathless and staring into his somber blue eyes.

“I’ve enjoyed this time with you, Kalie. You’ll never know how much.”

She nodded. She could feel her face glowing from his words. “I did, too, and I hope—”

But he covered her lips with his. Then he drew back.

“I just wanted to thank you. Right now, I’m going out for a walk.”

She watched him cross the room and exit the front door. She turned to Carl.

“Come on,” he said. “We need to get you packed up. You’re going home tonight.”

She gathered her clothes, including the new bustier, and dressed. Carl hadn’t returned the thong and she thought about asking for it, but then smiled at the thought he might want to keep it as a souvenir.

Finally, she returned to the living room carrying her purse and the small gift bag holding her new garment. Carl stood by the door, a duffel bag by his feet.

“I already have the van packed up except for this,” Carl said, then grabbed the handle of the bag and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

She followed him outside, glancing around. “Where’s Erik?” she wanted to talk to him about seeing each other again.

“He’s not coming with us.”

Alarm raced through her. “But...” Her heart ached as she realized Erik was giving her the brush-off. She bit her lip. “I don’t understand. After last night... I was sure that we made a connection.”

“Kalie, I’m sorry but Erik was afraid you might suggest seeing him again and he wanted to make it clear that it wouldn’t happen.”

She shook her head, tears glazing her eyes. “Why?”

“A lot of reasons I guess. The fantasy was pretty intense. He might believe your feelings are superficial based on the intensity of our bringing your fantasy to life. He didn’t really tell me.”

“But he did tell you he felt nothing for me?”

Carl gazed at her kindly. “He didn’t say that. But I do know he’s struggling to get over Sylvia.”

She shook her head. “Then isn’t it a good idea to move on?”

“What you and I believe isn’t the issue here. Erik is strong-willed, and if he’s made up his mind, then that’s it. There’s no way to change it.”

She frowned. Carl might believe that, but Kalie knew what she’d seen in Erik’s eyes last night. She’d seen a need that was deeper and more intense than just lust. He cared for her, she was sure of it, and she would never give up. She swore to herself, right here and now, that she would make it her mission to convince Erik King it was worth giving them a chance!