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But I found myself obeying him. The man was irresistible, and I was incapable of ignoring him.
As he loomed over me, I licked my lips, which caused another sly smile to cross his face. He pushed me onto my back, pinning me down with the weight of his body. The feel of his cock positioned between my legs kept my body shivering. I didn’t fight him as he pulled one arm over my head then the other, giving me his usual dominating stare. He didn’t need to provide any reminders. I knew what was expected of me. Full submission.
I wasn’t certain I had the capability. I’d never been that kind of girl. Then I reminded myself that I’d already done that on several occasions.
He tied my arms as expected without tethering me to the bed. Obviously satisfied, he kissed me as if he’d never done so before, hungrily and without remorse. I found it difficult not to lower my arms in order to touch him. I was powerless underneath him, his massive body easily able to crush mine if that’s what he wanted.
When he pulled away, he continued to tease my mouth, nipping my lower lip then pulling it partially between his teeth. He raked the back of his fingers down my arms, creating wave after wave of shivers, finally releasing his hold on my mouth then biting down on my chin. I was flooded with vibrations that sent a series of electric shocks through me. He continued taunting me, crawling between my legs and leaning over.
His smile was almost evil as he tweaked my nipple, twisting first one then the other. I was ashamed that the glorious moment of pain further excited me, and he knew it, his eyes reflecting he heard the sound of my scattered moans.
He was never going to allow me to go anywhere. Right now, with the glorious moments of bliss tearing through me, it didn’t seem so bad.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
“Never.” Just like when he’d asked the question before, he always knew the answer. He was toying with me as he’d done before, proving that my body couldn’t ignore the intensity of our connection or the electricity soaring through me like bottle rockets.
Ignoring him was tough but denying him would never be possible.
“Hmmm… Then I can see I have my work cut out for me.” His words were barely more than a breathless whisper, the velvety tone like gentle caresses of a light breeze. I was already on fire when he crawled his hand down between my legs, cupping my bare mound. “You’re not a very good liar, my little rebel. Soon, I’ll teach you that the consequences of lying to me aren’t in your best interest.”
While there was no malice in his words, I knew he meant them. He’d punish me for any infraction, ensuring I follow his damn rules. I had no further chance to ponder his statement. Still keeping his palm in the same position, he used a single finger, swirling it around my clit. Seconds turned into two full minutes. He remained quiet as my body started to writhe, the sensitivity so intense that I jumped several times.
Maybe I’d been a good enough girl because he rolled his thumb up and down, grazing the tip between my swollen and aching folds, yet refusing to thrust it inside.
“You’re torturing me,” I threw out, my breath so ragged I couldn’t think clearly. I was shocked the simple touch had provided so much pleasure, bringing me to the edge of a climax. But he was a damn expert, shifting his actions just as I was almost ready to succumb to the bliss.
“This is torture?” he growled. “Then I need to continue fucking you long and hard so you can understand the difference.”
Minutes went by. I was desperate to climax and he knew it. Stars were floating in front of my eyes, wiggles and other shapes tumbling back and forth. I couldn’t believe this simple gesture had made me so lightheaded. He was in total control of every aspect of my pleasure, and I was exactly where he wanted me to be.
“Are you ready to come for me, my beautiful rebel?”
Was he kidding me? Panting, I realized I could no longer focus when I glanced down. “Yes. Please.”
“Please. I like that, but you’re going to need to convince me. And I’m not convinced easily.”
When I lowered my arms out of desperation, he pulled his hand away.
“Remain in position, Candy. You need to learn restraint.”
I obeyed him, shoving my hands over my head, wrapping my fingers around two of the metal bed posts.
“Now, convince me.” He resumed what he was doing, this time flicking his finger from one swollen pussy lip to the other.
“Please. Finger fuck me. Allow me to come.” Nothing changed. I glared down at him, shifting my hips. He pinched my clit as a response, driving me up from the bed. “Oh, God. Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
“Then come for me, Candy. Come.”
Even in my haze, I could tell he was finally pleased with my answer. He continued to roll his thumb around my clit as he thrust two fingers inside. Two fingers. That was all he needed to instantly drive me into an intense orgasm.
“Yes. Yes!” My scream floated away toward the high ceilings, the sensations one incredible rush of vibrations after the other. I was tossed high in the sky, pushed all the way into a moment of ecstasy. He continued pumping several times, waiting until I floated down like a soft petal from the air above us.
As he crawled over me, he shoved his slickened fingers into his mouth, his guttural sounds becoming a perfect orchestration.
Yet the moment was unnerving.
I was his captive, his prisoner.
I should hate him and all he stood for, but that wasn’t the case.
Not only had the man captured my body, but he’d taken something else as well.
And the terror of admitting it had already gutted me.
