Page 76 of Captive Ruin

How aroused I am.

“There we go,” he says in satisfaction, and his hand leaves the back of my neck for the first time since he walked in here. It takes me a moment to realize I’ve lifted my hips, and before I can press them down again, he’s slid a pillow beneath me.

“Cheating bastard.” I reach down to pull it free.

“Hands.” The word snaps out, his tone no longer playfully civil.

I pause in mid-movement, then reluctantly take my grip on the headboard once more. “This isn’t a goddamn game.”

“Yes, it is. And if you let go of those bars again, you lose.”

I know what that means.

“Haven’t you punished me enough?” My ass is sore and bruised, the ache deep into my flesh.

“This was for not taking off your robe and lying on the bed. There’s still the small matter of you trying to shoot me.”

Shit. That’s going to be a million times worse, I know it is.

“Legitimate home defense,” I mutter in protest.

“Legitimately punishing what’s mine to punish,” he replies, picking up the tub of Ben & Jerry’s. There’s a distinctive scrape of cardboard as he peels the lid off.

It takes me a second to realize his intentions. “No! Don’t…”

Cold, wet ice cream lands on my ass, already soft and half-melted, sticky as it trickles over my skin. My body tightens and I close my eyes, hissing in a breath through my teeth.

“Goddamn mess of the sheets,” I mutter. “And my pillow.”

That pulls another chuckle from him. “I was planning to clean it up.” The tub is returned to the nightstand, and his weight dips the mattress.

Then he places a kiss on the top of my ass.

“What are you—”

My words dissolve as his tongue pushes between my cheeks, lapping at the ice cream that’s flowed there. I gasp aloud, unable to control myself, knuckles whitening as I grip the bars to steady myself.

His tongue is warm, his licks slow and insistent. His hands grip my cheeks, spreading me open, and he licks again and again. In moments, I’m moaning, and I can’t help it. Nothing should ever feel like this does.

He feasts on me, taking his time, making soft noises in his throat as he licks me as much as the damn ice cream. A trickle runs down over my labia, cold and sticky, and he chases it with his tongue, pushing his face against me. My hips rise further, and I don’t bother to fight it. So help me, but I want more of what he’s doing to me.

Cleaning up the mess he made of me.

His tongue feels like it’s everywhere: pushing into my pussy, licking up between my cheeks, teasing my clit. Most of the ice cream has gone, but he doesn’t stop. I press my head against the mattress, arching my back, and I don’t want to protest anymore.

“You taste divine,” he murmurs.

His finger pushes inside me, and I’m so aroused that I can’t help but clench around him. He strokes my g-spot with the lightest of touches, teasing me, and places a soft kiss on my bottom.

It’s disconcerting that he’s being so gentle. Why hasn’t he just… pinned me down and fucked me or something?

“Is this my punishment?” I shut my mouth with a snap, but it’s too late. The words are said.

“No, Little Stray, don’t worry.” He rises up over me, his hand sliding around the back of my neck again, holding me down. “This is only the interlude.”

Nineteen

Lukas