Page 39 of Mafia and Captive


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The white body wash contrasted perfectly with her dark nipples and dark pussy hair. I moved my hands around the tops of her thighs, parting her legs a little and stroking the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

Her eyes were shut now, and I watched her face as my fingers finally glided over her outer labia before parting her inner lips and finding her clit swollen, erect and soaked with her arousal.

She gave a small cry as my fingers touched that bundle of nerves. By now her eyes were tightly shut.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes, her cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

This was the first time her pussy had been touched by a man, but I wasn’t going to go easy on her. “Keep your eyes on mine, otherwise I’ll stop. I want to watch you.”

After a pause, when I was sure that she wasn’t going to close her eyes again, I carried on exploring her clit, working it with my fingers before running my fingertips back to the entrance of her pussy.

By now the body wash had rinsed off under the spray of the shower. I alternated between playing with her pussy lips and rubbing her clit in small circles. As the tension coiled in her body and her folds became more slippery, she closed her eyes.

“No. Look at me,” I ordered, my voice hard with need, and I stopped my fingers from moving until she fixed her gaze back on me.

As she approached her climax, her breaths came in quick pants, and she had her palms pressed up against my muscled thighs behind her.

She was struggling to keep her legs standing and I wrapped my other arm tightly above her belly, feeling her heavy, naked breasts resting on my forearm.

I felt her muscles tense and, as she clung desperately to my forearm wrapped around her, she screamed out while I worked my fingers relentlessly on her clit, not stopping when she tried to push my hand away. I sharply inhaled, feeling her pussy entrance flood with moisture as she came at my hands.

I continued to massage her clit until I had wrung out every last bit of her cries and spread her pussy’s juices over her entire labia.

Her legs had buckled, and I was holding her up against my body with my strong arms. Her eyes were closed now and, as her breaths started to return to normal, she froze as if realizing what had just happened.

She spun around and opened her eyes, tearing herself from my embrace and backing up against the glass wall.

“You said it would just be a shower,” she hissed at me, pushing past me and running out of the shower. She nearly slipped on the wet floor but managed to right herself, grabbing a towel as she escaped to the bedroom.

I let her go. She needed a few minutes to calm down, and I needed to take care of my aching cock. I grabbed some more body wash and soaped my throbbing erection, leaning back against the cool tiled wall as I imagined that it was her juicy pussy that was gripping my cock hard and replaying in my mind the sound of her screaming as she came.

It didn’t take me long to climax like this, and I sighed heavily as I spurted my thick, white cum onto the tiled wall before watching the shower water wash it away.

Satisfied for now, I turned off the water and dried myself off. I threw the towel onto the counter and walked back naked into the bedroom, where I found Juliana already in my bed.

JULIANA

After barely drying myself, I grabbed some new nightclothes and dressed as quickly as possible with my shaking hands.

Once I was dressed, I leapt under the covers and lay there, a quivering wreck.

What had he just done in there? What had I just let him do? My cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment—I had orgasmed at the hands of my captor.

My mind and body had betrayed me, allowing him to do that to me. I was horrified by the effect he’d had on my body and how easily he’s manipulated me.

A few minutes later, while still trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, I heard him come back into the bedroom.

He put on a clean pair of boxer briefs and got into bed. My back was turned to him so I didn’t have to watch him, and I lay on the edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible, just as I had on my first night here.

Lying down, he slung his arm around my torso and pulled me back toward the center of the bed into his embrace, just as he did each night now.

“Let me go,” I rasped, struggling against him and trying to free myself from his hold.

“No. You are mine. When will you understand that?”

“You said it would just be a shower. I never agreed to…to that, to what you did in there.”

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