Page 50 of Brutal Captivity

“Okay, Princess. Shh. It’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” I break our kiss to reach for the condom. Callisto watches me with wide eyes as I open the packet with my teeth, spitting the tiny piece of foil to the side.

I roll the condom down my length, hissing when I pump my hard dick twice, looking at Callisto’s stretched hole with hungry eyes. I line myself up, and press in. Callisto is incredibly hot and tight. It takes every bit of my willpower to not immediately start bucking my hips to seek more.

“Slowslowslow,” Callisto chants, eyes shut and chin tilted up. I grit my teeth, the head of my dick finally slipping past Callisto’s tight ring of muscle. I slowly push myself inside, inch by excruciating inch, until my hips meet his soft ass. He’s still so tight, I briefly worry he’s going to cut off the circulation to my dick.

“You’re so tight, Princess. It feels so good, but you need to relax. I want this to be good for you.” God, I could be inside him forever. Make a home here, but then I remind myself, his home is somewhere else. I push that thought from my mind and trace my thumb over his plump lips. He puckers them, kissing the pad of my finger. I smile at the soft gesture, leaning down to capture those very same lips in a kiss that’s just as soft.

I slip my tongue inside his mouth, traveling my hands down Callisto’s neck then his collarbones, finally landing on his nipples. Hemoans deep when I tweak one, flicking it with a blunt fingernail a few seconds later. I continue to kiss him, playing with his nipples. It’s wet and sloppy and absolutely perfect. It also does what I intended, Callisto loosening around me with each swipe of my tongue, each movement of my fingers.

“Oh my god. Sh-Leonemove. Please.” Callisto breaks our kiss long enough to get the words out. I almost deny him; I want him to let his walls come down. I want him to succumb to their pleasure and say exactly whathewants without a filter. I decide to save that for later mostly because the idea of not moving actually hurts my dick. I need to move. I need to buck into his waiting heat because being surrounded by him is maddening.

“Holy fucking hell,” I curse with the first shallow thrust. Those words are the only thing my mind can grasp onto, that and the primal need to pound into him. I won’t, though. Not yet. He told me it has been a while, and I’ll respect that. I won’t hurt him. I’ve hurt enough people in my lifetime, but Callisto won’t be counted among them. I don't think I could live with myself if I add the innocent man underneath me to my ever growing list of victims. So, I lean down, kissing him while my hips deliberately move to the rhythm of a slow song neither of us hear but both feel.

“Fu- Faster. Oh, my sh-God.Più veloce, per favore!” Callisto’s eyes are closed in bliss instead of pain. His body has relaxed, finally adjusting to my dick, and each deep moan that is pulled from his kiss-bitten lips is a victory for me. I want to bring pleasure today, to someone worthy of it. I’ve had enough violence, enough sadness, enough fighting to last a lifetime. I want to give pleasure, and get it in return, even though I may not be deserving of it.

“Ride me?” I ask, mid thrust. I glance down, finding Callisto unsure. After a few seconds of deliberation, he nods, cheeks red.

“Are you sure? I’m fine to keep doing this. You feel so fucking good.” I put as much honesty in my voice as possible, trying to convey that it’s the truth. I will take him any way I can get him. He could tell me to stop, and I would.

“Yeah. I’m sure. I’ve just never ridden anyone before.” Callisto’s cheeks flare even brighter, his voice barely above a whisper. I am not at all surprised by the admission or by his obvious embarrassment. Callisto didn’t strike me as the kind of person that experimented with sex, and I doubt he has had that many partners in his life. I nod once, wrapping an arm around his waist. I hoist him up, flipping our positions without slipping out.

“You’re in control. You set the pace and the rhythm. You fuck me however you want,” I tell him, smiling. The words land, the gears visibly grinding behind his eyes as he processes them. He’s going to take every ounce of his frustrationout on me.Fuck, I hope so.He could break my dick while riding me as long as he continues to bounce that perky little ass.

“What if I just wanna tease you?” Callisto asks, bracing himself on his hands and lifting his hips up so that only the head of my dick is left inside. My eyes roll back into my head, and I barely resist the urge to buck up, wanting that tight heat back. I hiss when he leaves himself there, hovering above me. I know I asked for this, but it’s so damn hot I’m burning alive.

“If that’s what the princess wants,” I gasp, seeing if the nickname will make Callisto angry and spur him to move. I grip his hips tightly, marks created beneath the pads of my fingers. I force myself to loosen the grip. Instead, he rubs his hands up and down his copper toned thighs. I trace the tattoo again with the pad of my thumb, still in shock that it’s there.

“What does the monster want?” Callisto asks, and my heart skips a beat at the mention of that word. He looks at me, a challenge twinkling in his green eyes. My mind goes back to the shower stall as I begged him to call me a monster, to call me what I am. He has used that word to describe me before, but in the shower he didn’t. He refused, until now, but there was almost a playfulness to his tone. It's a test. One I didn’t study for.

“This is a tale about the beauty. Not the beast,” I finally respond as he traces the tattoos on my chest. He seems to like the script tattoo, his long fingers ghosting over the letters every few seconds before they start back at the beginning. It would be relaxing if my dick wasn’t throbbing as Callisto continues to hover above me, barely leaving any of me inside him.

“The beast gets a happy ending as well, right?” Callisto asks. The playful tone attached to the end of each letter is a direct contrast to the slow seduction each word is coated in. The letters themselves are sticking to my skin, sweet and thick, like a tattoo with ink made of honey, imprinted into my skin with an enchanted needle.

“I hope.” Sadness is woven throughout my phrase. Callisto smiles down at me, and then I forget every single thing we had just said. Jesus fucking Christ, I even forget my name as he lowers himself on my dick until he’s firmly seated. He pauses, tracing a scar on my left bicep. I have scars all over my body from years of abuse.

“He does. He becomes a man, and he’s happy. Turns out the beast was human all along,” Callisto says, and it feels like more than the recounting of a fairytale, however I barely hear the words. White hot jolts of pleasure rock my system, each one stronger than the last. He isgrinding; it shouldn’t be life changing. It shouldn’t shatter my world, but all I can do is hang on to the scattered pieces as they make their way through the galaxy to become stardust.

“Then that’s what the monster wants. He wants to be human,” I finally respond, through gritted teeth, as pleasure continues to break the bonds of my very DNA, collapsing the structure to nothing but smoldering ashes. Every molecule in my body is on fire, tiny volcanoes taking over on a microscopic level.

Callisto leans down, continuing the slow grind of his hips. His pretty red lips are only inches away from me as he looks deeply into my eyes. The ends of his curls glow in the low light, like I would imagine the halo atop an angel’s head would glow, if I believed in those sorts of things.

“He already is,” Callisto whispers, each word ghosting over my lips like a physical entity. I don't have a moment to think before his lips are crashing down on mine, capturing them in a kiss that adds more heat to the already burning atoms that make up my body.

“Callisto. Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck,” I get out between labored breaths as he continues the grind of his hips, his rhythm much faster now. If he hadn’t admitted this was his first time being on top, I would have never guessed it. his natural body rhythm is made for sex. He knows how to move, and all I can do is hang on and pray that the pieces of my jagged existence somehow land among the stars when all of this is over.

“Not gonna last long,” Callisto warns, and I am right there with him. My dick is seconds from exploding, but I want to get him there first. When I reach between our bodies, he sits up on his haunches, changing his movements. He no longer grinds, instead electing to impale himself on my dick every few seconds. The alteration has my eyes rolling back in my head and my hand forgetting everything it was about to do.

“Just like that, Callisto. Oh fuck. Feels so good on my dick. So good, Princess. Shit,” I ramble, and Callisto screams when my hand finally wraps around his dick. I make quick work of thumbing at the moisture that has gathered at the tip, helping with the glide as I stroke his hard shaft. I match my rhythm to the punishing beat of his hips as he pounds down onto me, taking exactly what he needs. I must be hitting his spot every time because his hole actually tightens around my dick when it happens. It’s bliss.

“Leone, please. Please.Bisogno. Oh god. Fu-Per favore. Right there. Just like that.Non fermarti. Oh my god. Gonna,” Callisto moans, words coming out much faster than I have ever heard. I don’t even care about my previous goal of wanting him to forget himself. My only goal now isto make him come before I do, and I am dangerously close to my own orgasm. The muscles in my thighs twitch in warning.

“Come on, Princess. Come for me. Wanna taste it,” I say, and his eyes widen at that. He comes a moment later. His hips stalling as jet after jet of hot cum lands on my chest and stomach, branding me. I don't care that Callisto has stopped moving because his hole is squeezing my dick with each release, begging me to come, too. I hold off, wanting to see his bliss. His whole body shakes with his orgasm, eyes going wide for a split second before they close in relief.

Callisto’s eyes pop back open when my fingers swipe through his cum. It is warm and sticky, and I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to taste it. He watches with wide eyes as I glide my own fingers into my mouth, licking the cum off of them slowly before pushing them the rest of the way in. It’s a mixture of bitter and sweet, like salt sprinkled on a watermelon during a hot summer day. I moan, closing my eyes for a second. When I open them, his mouth is gaped open in shock, so I do it again.

“Fuck,” Callisto moans, leaning down on his elbows and fucking himself on my dick hard and fast. I don't even think about the fact that he finally cussed. He lost his filter, and I’m not even smiling. I’m too busy coming undone at the seams. Nothing will be able to keep me together after this, and I will never ever be the same. He kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue. We continue our sloppy kisses as his hips bring me closer and closer to the edge.

“Close,” I get out between kisses, one hand tangled in Callisto’s curls while the other is resting on his ass as he impales himself again and again. He must be oversensitive by now, having just come, but he keeps going. My fingers grip him, holding on for dear life as I am finally flung into the universe, sailing into some dark abyss where I hope nothing will find me. Instead, galaxies of long forgotten worlds collide before my eyes as he works me through my orgasm, one shallow thrust at a time.