Page 44 of Captured Innocence
“Never.”
“You’re such a bad liar.” His chuckle was dark and unforgiving, setting another wave of electric jolts dancing down my spine. I kneaded his chest before struggling to unfasten a button, allowing me better access to his carved chest.
“Remember, bellissima principessa, you will never be in control.”
The words should be a turn-off, but they were just the opposite, pushing my thoughts into a blissful fog.
Before I realized it, he’d moved me to the edge of the bed, using his upper body strength to gently ease me down ever so slowly. Then he backed away, yanking off his shirt within seconds.
I remained trembling as I watched him undress, this time taking his time as if there was no one else around but the two of us. The fact everything about him remained intoxicating was no longer a surprise. He was always in complete control of his actions, his emotions and everything and everyone around him.
In truth, I could learn something from him, studying his methodologies in handling people. For now, I was allowing myself another gift, basking in his stunning physique. When he was fully undressed, I licked my lips involuntarily in appreciation. I leaned back on the bed, my mouth watering at the sight of his purple cockhead, his shaft throbbing. Even the veins on both sides were attractive, just like the slight curve I hadn’t noticed before.
Maybe that’s why I’d orgasmed so quickly.
“No woman has ever looked at me with such intense desire.”
“I doubt that.”
“It’s true, baby girl.” When he approached, I didn’t tense, instead reaching out, using the tip of my index finger, sliding it ever so slowly down the vein on his cock to his balls. Then I glanced into his hooded eyes, caught up in the shimmering darkness as he offered a glimpse of his soul.
While brief, I was stunned by the depth, something I hadn’t expected. Yet as soon as I allowed myself to be mesmerized it was gone. He placed his knee onto the bed, quickly removing my dress. Then he cupped both breasts as he slowly lowered me to the bed.
“The filthy things I want to do to you. And I will in time.” He straddled my thighs, lowering his head and swirling his tongue around one nipple then the other. “Hands over your head.”
His voice was dark, barely a whisper and for some crazy reason, I obeyed him without hesitation. I couldn’t blink, refused to take a deep breath as I watched him caressing me, biting then licking my hardened buds, taking his time.
Seconds later, I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. He felt the weight change and when he pressed his lips between my breasts, I arched my back.
“Oh…”
“My good girl. Don’t move.” He laughed softly and continued kissing and licking my overheated skin, tickling sensations following.
I took several scattered breaths, fighting to get enough air into my lungs as he continued his exploration. The need for him only increased as he eased down, dragging his tongue down my stomach, rolling the tip around my bellybutton. When he slipped his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming.
I didn’t want to risk the chance of anyone interrupting us, the private moment something I would keep secret.
Just like the one from before.
Admonishing myself wasn’t on the menu and I shoved it aside. I was a big girl. I could make my own decisions. Beseechingly slowly, he eased my panties down my legs, freeing me of the hindrance only a few seconds later.
Blinking rapidly, a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me as he lifted and pushed my knees against the comforter. Yet if he noticed it wasn’t obvious, or maybe he was far too thirsty, dropping his head and burying his face into my wetness.
“Oh. God. Oh. My. God.” I laughed nervously, tossing my head from side to side. Tonight, there would be no tender touch, no gentleness as I’d experienced the night before. On this night, he was commanding my body to become his, refusing to accept that I was the innocent flower as he’d called me before.
And I certainly didn’t want to be, preferring to bask in the wave of filth and sin as he claimed every inch of me. I kept my back arched, struggling to hold my arms in place as required, forced to clasp my fingers together or my obedience would fail.
He issued a series of guttural sounds as he swirled his tongue around my clit several times. Then he pulled the tender tissue into his mouth as he wrapped both his arms around my thighs, keeping me wide open. I’d never felt so exposed or vulnerable, yet it was freeing, which wasn’t something I’d expected.
“Oh… that feels so… good.” I was almost incoherent, tossing my head back and forth as he licked all the way down the length of my pussy before burying his tongue into my aching channel. Then he licked me as if a man who’d spent a year in the desert, so thirsty he couldn’t stop.
With every animalistic sound he made, every swipe of his rough tongue, I was pulled closer to nirvana. When he dared add a single finger, pumping in and out slowly, I bucked my hips, now gasping for air greedily. I heard my scattered moans and didn’t care, the bliss the man was providing something I’d fantasized about, trying to achieve with my cheap vibrator.
It had never worked.
The man’s tongue was lethal. The moment he added two additional fingers, flexing them open as he thrust hard and fast, I was pushed to the point of no return.
“Oh. Oh. Oh! I’m going to…” I couldn’t make out the single word before the orgasm shattered through me like glass pummeled by a hammer. I jerked up from the bed, no sound coming from my throat. I couldn’t see, couldn’t think clearly, and if this was what ecstasy was like, I never wanted it to end.