Capture Me

He slowly made his way down my body, pausing at my stomach and peppering it with kisses.

He made his way even lower, coming to a stop just above my vagina. He looked up at me and smiled.

“You say you don’t want me, but you are already dripping wet for me,” he gently blew on my pussy, making me shiver.

“Just stop. Please, I beg you,” I pleaded.

He only made a ‘hmm’ sound instead and started licking my pussy. I shivered from the intense feeling. I hated it, but at the same time, I loved it.

As he licked my lower lips again, I tried to pull my body away. I couldn’t have him think that I liked it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back.

“Uh-uh, now where do you think you are going?” he laughed, and I could see that he was enjoying this.

“Please just stop!” I yelled at him.

He just continued. He picked up his pace, licking my pussy faster, and I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. A moan slipped from my lips—fuck, he probably heard that—and I closed my eyes shut.

He quickened his pace further, adding a finger in as well, pumping it in and out, and I couldn’t stop my body from cumming.

“Oh god!” I yelled out as I came. I was breathing heavily, and my legs felt heavy.

“Oh god, huh?” he smiled, unbuttoning his shirt.

I started to panic. “Please don’t. What do you want? Please tell me.”

“Darling, I won’t stop. But we could postpone this punishment if you do as you are told,” he said.

If I do as I am told? Never. That only meant that he would have more power over me and that I wouldn’t have a chance to get rid of him. “No. Never, you son of a bitch!”

“Suit yourself.” He had already removed his shirt, and now he took off his pants, followed by his boxers.

He had a sculpted body like a Greek god, a fuckable body. His right hand had a sleeve tattoo, and he looked amazing. His penis was big, with thick veins running along its length.

At that moment, I wanted him to fuck me, but then I remembered that he was the enemy. I needed to get my shit together.

He got back on the bed and positioned his hard dick at my entrance.

I started thrashing around again. I didn’t want this—at least, not like this.

“Oh, no. You will like it, trust me. But I will not be gentle. You have provoked me enough this week,” he said.

I wanted to run, but I couldn’t as my limbs were still secured to the bedposts. He entered me in a swift motion, sliding in easily as I was already wet from my previous orgasm.

Then he started fucking me roughly. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. He bit me and left his marks all over my body. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I started to cry.

As he was approaching his orgasm, he wrapped his hand around my neck and started squeezing. My pussy hurt and burned from his rough thrusts. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, stop! It hurts!” I yelled, begging him to stop this torture.

“You will take it as a good girl, and you will do as I say,” he replied.

He started moving even faster until he finally came inside me. Groaning, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.

“Wait, you aren’t wearing a condom!” I remembered.

“No, and I won’t ever wear a condom with you. I know you are on the pill, love,” he said, assuring me.

How could he possibly know I was on the pill?

He untied my legs and turned me around. My hands were still tied to the bedposts, and in this new position, my forearms crossed over each other.

He grabbed my hips and lifted them. He started massaging me, dragging his fingers from my pussy to my asshole and using my juices and his cum as a lubricant for my ass.

“No, stop!” I screamed. Nobody had ever touched my ass, and he was not going to be the first!

I started pulling at the ropes, but to no avail. I couldn’t move. I was trapped.

“Don’t worry. It will hurt at the beginning, but after a few minutes, you will start loving it,” he said.

I thrashed around even more, yanking at the ropes, but it was all for nothing. I could feel him moving behind me.

“No, get off me! Now! You son of a bitch!” I kept screaming.

He grabbed my hips and steadied me before entering my asshole with so much force that I felt as if I was being torn in half. He fucked my ass till he came over and over again.

Then he got off the bed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But my happiness was short-lived.

He untied my hands. My body hurt, and everything was blurry, but I still jumped off the bed and tried to make a run for the door. I had almost reached the doorknob when he grabbed me and pulled me back.

He slapped me across the face so hard that I lost my footing, crumpling to the floor.

“You think you can run?” he yelled, grabbing my hair.

Then he forced my mouth open and pushed his dick in.

“Suck it, or there will be a worse punishment!” he threatened.

I did as he commanded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed my head and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. My jaw hurt from the powerful thrusts.

When he was close to cumming, he said, “You will swallow every drop. If you don’t, I will make you wish you had.”

He came in my mouth, his cum hot and thick. I had trouble swallowing it all, but I did it because I was scared of what would happen if I didn’t.

“Good girl” he praised me. “You did good today, and now I think you deserve a little reward.”

Before I could object, he lifted me off the floor and dumped me on the bed.

He got a pair of handcuffs and snapped them around my wrists. Opening my legs, he pushed me back on the bed so that I was lying flat on the mattress.

Then he started eating me out, licking my pussy over and over before adding a finger. He thrust that finger in and out as his tongue played with my pussy lips.

“Oh, mmm…” I was a moaning mess. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

“Yes, Kat, moan for me. You like it, don’t you? You like that I am eating your sweet pussy, and you thrive on it. Cum for me, love,” he commanded, and I loved his dirty words.

I had never liked it when somebody talked dirty during sex, but his words only turned me on more, making me wetter.

I came just after he said that. It was like my body responded to his command.

None of my previous boyfriends had ever gone down on me. I had wanted them to, but they had always said that going down on a girl was not something they did. Then I had stopped asking.

Xavier looked up at me. “You liked that, didn’t you, doll?” he asked.

I just turned my head away, not bothering to respond.

But he moved up my body and started choking me again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I liked it,” I gasped out.

He then let go of my neck and unlocked the handcuffs. I felt exhausted, barely able to move a muscle.

He got up, and I heard him turn the bath on. As it was filling with water, he came back and lifted me off the bed. My body was sore, and everything hurt.

“You raped me!” I accused him.

“I didn’t rape you. You orgasmed, and you liked it when I ate you out,” he pointed out.

He took me to the bathroom and slowly lowered me into the tub. Then he got in behind me and pulled me to him. My back was against his chest.

“You kidnapped me, and you raped me! I don’t care if I came. That was my body responding, but my mind did not want this,” I argued.

“Well, I don’t care. You can say I raped you or you don’t. All I care about is that I have you, no matter how,” he replied.

I stayed quiet after that. He washed my body and my hair. I felt clean.

He got out and dried himself before lifting me out of the bath and toweling me dry as well. He gave me one of his shirts and carried me back to his bed.

I turned on my side, away from him, but he got in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back to him.

“Go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow.” He kissed my cheek and closed his eyes.

I couldn’t fall asleep for hours, but when my body was finally drained of all the energy I had, I drifted off.

I didn’t know how, but I needed to get out of here.

I didn’t want to move again, but if there was no other choice, I would leave London just so I could get away from this man.