Page 66 of The Captive
"I need to come," she admitted, abandoning pride. "Please make me come. I'm so close, so fucking close."
"Such a good girl, begging so sweetly," I praised, increasing my pace. "Come for me now, beautiful. Show me how perfect you are when you fall apart."
The combination of my fingers, tongue, and constant praise was devastating. She came with a scream that echoed off the walls, inner walls clenching around my fingers as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Gorgeous," I murmured, working her through the aftershocks. "So fucking gorgeous when you come. My perfect girl."
I moved up to claim her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her arousal, then quickly shed my own clothes. When I positioned myself at her entrance, she was already looking at me with desperate eyes.
"Ready for me, princess?" I asked, running the head of my cock through her wetness. "Ready to take every inch of me?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Please, I need you inside me."
I pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. We both groaned at the sensation—her tight heat enveloping me, stretching to accommodate my size.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I breathed against her lips. "So tight, so flawless. Made for my cock, weren't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed, the praise making her clench around me. "Only for you."
I began to move, setting a rhythm that was both claiming and worshipful. Each thrust was designed to remind her she was alive, safe, mine.
"That's it, take it all," I growled, increasing my pace. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so perfectly. You were made for this. Made to be fucked by me."
"Harder," she demanded, voice rough with need. "Please, I need to feel you."
I obliged, driving into her with the force she craved. The bed frame creaked under our movements, the silk bonds holding her wrists taut as she pulled against them.
"Is this what you need?" I asked, angling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. "To be taken, used, claimed by me? To remember you're mine?"
"Yes," she sobbed, pleasure and relief warring in her voice. "God, yes. I'm yours, only yours."
"That's right, beautiful. You're mine," I continued, feeling her climbing toward another peak. "Taking my cock so well, too. You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"
I could see her body tensing, inner walls beginning to flutter around me. I was close myself, but I needed to see her fall apart again.
"Come for me," I commanded, sliding one hand between our bodies to find her clit. "You belong to me. Show me how you come on my cock."
The additional stimulation combined with my relentless praise was all she needed. She came with a scream, her body convulsing beneath mine as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
"Beautiful," I groaned, the sight and sensation of her release triggering my own. "So fucking amazing."
I buried myself to the hilt and came with a roar, spilling myself deep inside her as she continued to clench around me.
We lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard, her wrists still bound above her head. I traced idle patterns on her sweat-dampened skin.
"Thank you," she whispered, voice hoarse.
"For what?"
"For giving me what I needed. For making me feel?—"
The sound of vehicles approaching at high speed shattered the quiet night. Multiple engines, moving fast—too fast for a social call.
My phone rang before I could reach for it.
"Boss," Coyne's voice was tight with tension. "We have a problem. Patrick O'Brien is here. Three cars, armed escort."
I was already moving, untying Aoife's bonds with swift efficiency. "How many men?"
