Page 215 of Captive Ruin

All I know is that I’m vulnerable, cuffed and held, and my hips come up. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want these games to hurt him, but it’s not the truth. The truth is I’m offering myself to him, because he’s vanquished me.

There’s no version of this where I’d want it any other way.

“Beautiful,” he says, almost to himself.

The bed shifts with his weight and his hands grip my hips, pulling me higher. I draw my knees beneath me, spreading them wide, holding myself open for him. He’s kneeling behind me, and I’m anticipating his cock pushing into me. But it’s not. It’s his tongue.

He spears into my pussy, then licks up through my folds, and I cry out at the intensity of it. He holds me tight so I can’t squirm away and licks again.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “So fucking delicious. So fucking mine.”

His tongue slides inside me, teasing my entrance, and his fingers find my clit. I buck, gasping, wanting to be more full than this will allow. He’s toying with me when I’m already so aroused. I moan my need, and the bastard stops playing with my clit, circling it instead.

And his tongue slides up between my ass cheeks, probing at my other hole.

“Not there,” I whimper. “Please, not there.”

“Do you think you get a choice?”

His mouth returns, his tongue pushing inside my ass, warm, wet and slippery, and I jerk at the sensation. God, I can’t stop him doing whatever he wants. Which is the point. I gave him this.

“Do you want my cock, Little Stray?”

“Yes, damn it. You know I do.”

“Where?”

It’s a trick question. Whichever answer I give, he’s enough of a sadist to choose the other. Instead, I give him the honest one.

“Anywhere,” I breathe. “Everywhere.” It’ll happen anyway, in time. I can’t complain when I get what I want. His cock in my body, his seed splashing inside me. Or on me.

He chuckles softly. “Good answer.”

The head of him rubs through my folds, pressing against my entrance and slipping away. He’s still teasing me, making himself wet with a combination of my arousal and his. It doesn’t mean anything; he could still have my ass in mind. I fight to relax, to prepare myself. Last time, he used coconut oil. This time, there hasn’t been anything save his tongue and our own fluids. I can feel the wetness he left. Is it enough?

His cock returns to my pussy, slapping against my clit. I hiss in a breath, the flesh so sensitive after he spanked me there, too. The pain is mild, only enough to spur on the pleasure.

He pushes into me, stretching my pussy with one sharp thrust of his hips, and I cry out in relief and need, pain and pleasure. He’s not all the way in, despite how ready I am, and he pulls back and thrusts again.

This time, he slides into the hilt, hips pressed to my ass. I’m so deliciously full, clenching down on him before I can even think of it, and I almost come right then.

God, how I’ve missed this.

“So fucking tight,” he breathes. “So heavenly. You’re perfect, Little Stray.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

His hand slaps down on my ass. “Shall I make you ask me nicely? Shall I make you beg?”

“I’m already begging, you bastard.” I push my hips into him, but the aggravating man just pulls back. “God, fuck me already.”

“Lukas,” he growls. “That’s the only name I want to hear.”

“I love you, Lukas,” I cry. “Fuck me, Van Wyk.”

He grunts in response, fingers digging into my hips, and it’s the only warning I get. He slams into me, pulling me against him as he does, and I cry out again with the bliss of it. He doesn’t stop but continues with a punishing rhythm, using that amazing physique of his to its best possible purpose. My ass rises to meet him, and I have to lock my arms and brace myself against his onslaught.

This is what I want. This is what I’ve craved, every day since he pinned me over a table on a terrace and did just this to me. His cock penetrates me so perfectly, stretching and filling me, every stroke rubbing over my g-spot. He’s doing it deliberately, I know he is, and my arousal climbs and climbs. I’m pressing back against him, whimpering uncontrollably, my orgasm building low and intense inside me.