Looks like I’ve split a stitch. I rinse off and climb out, sticking a patch over it before flopping on the bed. The last thought I have before I fall asleep is how often is it appropriate to fuck the man you’re holding captive?
Jacob
Chapter LIII
My eyes flutter awake, and I groan. Fuck, my arms ache from being over my head all night. I shuffle to roll over towards the headboard as I unwrap the chains from it. I look down to see my dick still out and covered in dried cum. I smile as I remember all the details of last night. I unwrap my hand from the chain and stretch it fully. I ache but in all the right ways. I slide into the shower, and as I clean myself, I can’t help but touch myself wishing it was her, and I wonder just how often it is appropriate as a captive to like it when your captor fucks you into oblivion because, honestly, I think I’m going to like it every time. I wonder if I will just be her sex slave now, and after last night, fuck, I hope so.
I want to feel her strong hand wrapped around my throat, her strong thighs gripping across my waist while her pussy grips me just as tight, enough to strangle, while she makes me see stars. I cum out over the backof my hand, her name a grunt on my lips as I sag against the wall. If that’s how she made me feel while she was injured, shit, am I going to survive when she’s better? Because fuck, I want to see if I can. I’ve never felt so alive, so desired and turned on, but most of all, I feel ‘owned’, and I like how that feels. I love how that feels, and I feel lightheaded just remembering. My toes curl, and I sigh. How can I piss her off enough today to get that to happen again? Because that has just become my new favourite thing to do.
Vic
Chapter LIV
I make cereal this morning. I can’t be arsed to cook. I push into his room. He’s laid on the bed wrapped in a towel, tucked real low down on his hips. My nostrils flare, and he turns to sit up and stares at me.
“Morning.” He smiles.
I put the food down and turn and walk out. What the fuck is he playing at? Because whatever it is, he won’t win.
Whatever he thinks he wants from me, I’ll assure him he fucking doesn’t. But I will take what I want now, no strings. He’s my toy to play with as I see fit, and when this is all over, we can both go our separate ways. Until then, I’ll enjoy every inch of him. I think I like him at my mercy. I know I like him chained. My needy cunt clenches at the thought of taking him again, and I smile.
“Game on!”
I throw myself down on the sofa and let out a weary breath. I’m going stir-crazy. I need to get out of the house, mainly because when I’m in it, I can’t think of anything else other than fucking him. Tasting him, burying him so deep inside me that I can feel him for days. I don’t just want a taste anymore. I want the whole fucking treat. He will be the death of me; I can feel it. I will burn the world to the ground for him now I’ve felt him, now I’ve tasted him, and now he’s mine. I saw it in his eyes when he came. He gave himself over to me, and that’s a powerful feeling. The downside is that I want more. I want to punish him, to make that smile that he reserves just for me into my own personal logo and brand it into my skin.
“Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic…”
“And so it begins.”
I wonder if I set him free if he’d run or drop to my feet? If things were different, I would release him in the wild and hunt him down. I rest my head against the door, sighing because I never get to do the things I want. I pout for a second before pushing through into the bedroom and crossing my arms, feigning disinterest. He’s naked on the bed, dick hard, and my mouth wants to water, but I school my features and calm my breathing.
“What do you need, Jacob? I’m busy.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“I see that,” I deadpan.
He frowns at my lack of interest.
He stands and steps closer to me. “I seem to have a little problem.”
He grins down at his dick. Is he trying to seduce me? I mean, it’s cute, and he’s naked, and fuck, he’s hot, but I’m not driven by my pussy, I lie to myself mildly. While ever he wants it, it’s not going to come that easy.
I cock my brow. “That does seem like a ‘little’ problem, but it also seems like a you problem, not a me problem.”
Disappointment spreads across his face. I step closer, and a slight grin tweaks the side of his mouth. “I should grab you some clothes. I don’t want your ‘little’ problem getting… littler in the cold, now do we?”
I turn and walk away.
Jacob
Chapter LV
What the fuck was that? She said my dick was small, and I’ve never seen anyone look so disinterested. Maybe I came on a little strong, but fuck, I ache for her.
I’m still standing there when the door opens again. I look up, only to be hit in the face with some clothes before she’s gone again. Well, fuck that stings. So, I get dressed and slip my iPod on. If she wants to be disinterested, then I can be disinterested, too. So, when she comes in with food, I ignore her. I eat when she’s gone, and then if I really stretch, I can just reach the door, so I open it, slide the tray onto the floor, and then shut the door, pushing the tray back out of the room.
Two days later, I’ve had enough. She hasn’t spoken to me, and I haven’t spoken to her. I needsomething more… combative. I need to start an argument, maybe? Really drive that tension. Fuck, what am I thinking, trying to pick a fight with an assassin who’s kidnapped me and has me chained to the wall, all in the hopes that she will fuck me because I’m bored? My skin is crawling to be touched by her. I groan to myself. How do I get back to that again? I want to feel her body pinning me down. I want to be the one she turns that anger on, as fuck, it was delicious. I start to wonder if I actually have a problem.
