“I love you, boss.”I search his eyes.Does he know how much?How empty my life would be without him in it?
He leans in and kisses me.
“If you want to watch, I could fuck her again.”He turns to grin at Drew and Finn.His cock is still hard inside me and he thrusts.My moan fills the space.
Lifting my head off the couch, I nip his ear.“You’ll just have to find me again, boss.”
His smile softens, and he kisses me long and thoroughly before pulling out.“Don’t worry, pip.I always find you.”
He stands and offers me a hand.“Found!”
My knees shake like a newborn foal’s, but I manage to stay upright.
“Thirty seconds, pip.”
Chapter23
Captured
Sara
I stumble away from the three of them, fully aware they aren’t exactly closing their eyes.When I duck behind some furniture, I turn my flashlight on, covering it with my hand so I have just enough light to see.
Circling around where I left them, I head back into a darker area.A little alcove that even the light from the windows doesn’t reach.I turn off my flashlight and blackness surrounds me.Every now and then I hear the count, not nearby though.
Back here, I’m alone and it’s more than a little spooky.A shiver slides through me as wetness cools against my inner thigh.A hand closes over my mouth and an arm bands around my waist, lifting me off my feet.I squeal, but it’s muffled.
“Ready or not,” Finn yells in the distance.
For a second, panic floods me.My back is to his front as I struggle against the iron band across my middle and try to grab the wrist of the hand covering my mouth.His fingers are warm and I smell my cum on them, combined with the scent of leather.Wyatt.
Instead of putting me at ease, it winds me up.When I dig my nails into his wrist and arm, he drops me suddenly.Before I can catch my breath and run, he shoves me back against the wall, holding my neck tight.I can still breathe, but he flexes his fingers like he could cut off my air at any moment.
My pussy throbs, empty and needy, even as my pulse races and panic floods my blood.
His heat surrounds me as he closes in on me.His breath brushes against my mouth.I part my lips, desperate for his all-consuming kiss, but he doesn’t close the distance.
He doesn’t say anything as his hand lifts my t-shirt.Fuck.I bat at his hand, trying to keep him from lifting it.He doesn’t just get to claim me.That’s not how this game goes.The others, yes, but Wyatt?Fuck no.
I let those years of frustrated longing claw at my insides as we struggle with my t-shirt.He leans in toward my neck, cutting off my breath just a little, and bites my shoulder.Hard.I gasp at the pain.
What the hell?I kick out at him.He chuckles when I hit his shins with my bare feet.If he wants pain, I’ll give him pain.I lift my knee, but his hand blocks me before my knee reaches his balls.That probably wouldn’t have helped either of us.
His chuckle is dark and he squeezes my throat.
It startles me, and my hands reach up to grab his wrists, but I can still breathe.
He grabs the front of my t-shirt and jerks me against him, throwing me off balance, before pressing me back against the wall, trapping me.
It’s so quiet except for our breaths.Releasing my throat, he curls his hand around the back of my neck.He lowers his head beside mine.For the moment, there’s no struggle.His breath is next to my ear.My breath catches, waiting for him to say something, but he just holds me there.Caught in anticipation.
Aware of every inch of him pressed to every inch of me.My nose buried in his bare chest, breathing in those pheromones I’m not immune to.My body softens, accepting his dominance over me.
I’ll always give in to him.He trails his hands down my arms, leaving sparks in their wake.He captures both my hands and pulls them up, holding them against the wall beside my head.
His nose brushes against mine, a tease of a touch, before he takes my mouth.I should fight, but fuck, my lips part for him.He wedges his knee between my legs.
When his thigh rubs against my bare pussy, I whimper.I forget to struggle, wanting whatever he’s willing to give me.Craving the release he holds over me.What this man can do to my body.My body won’t ever forget.It will always give him what he wants.What he takes.My hips rock my pussy against his bare thigh, sending sweet friction through me.
