Mastered by her Captor (13 page)

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

He smiled. “Okay, good.”

He brought his hand from behind his back, revealing the small gift bag she’d been carrying when he’d nabbed her. The one that Becca had asked her to pick up. He tossed it on the couch beside her, his face serious.

“It was very convenient you had this with you when we kidnapped you. Now put it on.”

She looked in the bag and saw he’d unwrapped the gift from its tissue paper nest. She pulled out a satiny fawn-colored bustier and a tiny matching satin thong with lace edging.

“Turn around and I’ll unzip you,” he instructed.

“I can manage,” she said.

“Turn around.” The commanding edge to his words had her on her feet and spinning around, her heart pounding with excitement.

She felt his fingers on her back, then the zipper glide down, sending tingles along her spine. He pushed the dress from her shoulders and it slid to the floor. Then she felt the hook of her bra release.

She turned around, holding the bra to her body, wearing only that and the black lace panties.

Heat washed through her as he sat down on the chair, watching.

She sucked in a breath and drew the bra away, releasing her naked breasts. Carl’s attention fell to her taut nipples. She pushed the panties down, intensely conscious of his wandering gaze.

She pulled on the thong, then picked up the bustier and wrapped it around her body. It had a long row of tiny hooks down the front. She started fastening them, one-by-one.

“Come over here,” Carl commanded.

She moved to him. He helped her fasten the hooks, starting from the bottom while she descended from the top. The feel of his fingers moving on her skin set her insides quivering.

Once they were finished, he stepped back and smiled.

“Very nice.”

He took her hand and led her to one of the bedrooms. In the center of the room, standing totally on its own with no headboard or footboard, near no walls, was a single bed. It was covered by a simple white sheet, with no other coverings. Cleary, it was there for one purpose.

Sex.

In the corner of the room were a couple of armchairs. Great for viewing what was taking place on the bed.

“Strip off those panties and sit on the bed,” he instructed.

Exhilaration quivered through her as she tucked her thumbs under the panties and pushed them down. He held out his hand and she placed them in his palm. As she sat on the side of the bed facing him, he breathed in her scent from the tiny garment, then closed his hand around it and shoved it in his pocket. He sat down on one of the chairs.

“Open your legs and show me your pretty pussy.”

She opened, feeling a little embarrassed at exposing herself this way.

“Touch it.”

A quiver rippled through her. She pressed her fingers to her lower stomach, then glided downward. As she stroked over the soft petals of flesh, slickness coated her fingertips.

“It looks like you’re wet,” he observed, his hazel eyes darkening.

“I am.”

“Fuck.”

He stood up and dropped his pants to the floor, then walked toward her. He shed his shirt as he approached and she watched his growing cock bob up and down. The sight drove her need higher.

“Lie across the bed.”

She lay back and found her head resting on the very edge of the bed. He walked around it until he was near her face.

“Drop your head over the side,” he instructed.

She shifted until her head hung over the edge, coming face-to-face with his rigid cock.

“This way you can take me deep down your throat,” he murmured.

Adrenaline pulsed through Erik as he strode toward the house. He’d heard Kalie and Carl when they’d come out to the lake, laughing and talking. Then they’d swam out to the floating sundeck. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see that Kalie was naked, and he could see when Carl rolled on top of her. Her moans of pleasure had echoed across the lake, filling Erik with a growing need. Finally, he’d jumped to his feet and started the trek around the lake again, his body tight with need.

The sun was now setting, shades of purple and orange staining the lake with a glimmering intensity. He glanced around and didn’t see them by the lake, so he marched to the front door and pulled it open. There was no sign of them in the living room or kitchen, so he strode down the hallway to the bedrooms.

He heard murmurings from the second room on the right, so he headed straight there. The door was open and the sight of Kalie draped over the bed sideways, her legs open and her pussy exposed and glistening, took his breath away. On the other side of the bed, Carl stood facing her, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth.

Fuck! His cock swelled impossibly hard and he surged into the room and knelt in front of her. His lips brushed her wet folds and she gasped. He squeezed her thighs, reassuring her, then drove his tongue into her slick sweetness.

Kalie jumped at the feel of a mouth brushing against her intimate folds. But she knew instantly it was Erik.

Carl’s big cock kept gliding down her throat, stroking in and out. The feel of Erik’s tongue licking her... swirling inside her... made her ache with need. Then she felt his fingertips on her as he explored her delicate petals of flesh. When two of his thick fingers slid inside her, she arched against him, moaning around Carl’s cock.

Erik found her clit and lapped at it. She gasped at the intense sensation. He began to fuck her with his fingers, his thick digits thrusting inside her. Paired with the shockingly intense sensation of his suckling her clit, she felt pleasure rising, then... totally unexpected, she plummeted over the edge. She moaned loudly, barely aware Carl had pulled his cock from her mouth and was watching her face as she shot to orgasm, arching and twisting in blissful spasms.

“Carl, come and fuck her,” Erik commanded.

Carl moved around the bed and she quivered as his hard cockhead rested against her slick flesh. As Carl slowly pushed into her, Erik pressed his cockhead to her lips. She opened immediately.

The feel of Erik’s thick, rock-hard cock gliding into her mouth sent her pulse skyrocketing. It was thicker than Carl’s. And longer. She opened her throat, determined to take him all the way in. He pushed deeper, moving slowly, allowing her to adjust to him.

Carl continued forward, filling her slick channel.

Oh, God, it was so intense having both these men inside her. One big cock filling her throat and the other her vagina.

Carl moved slowly, gliding his long pole back, dragging out of her body, then easing forward again. Erik moved inside her mouth, drawing out, then slowly filling her throat again. But as Carl picked up speed, fucking her faster, Erik watched intently. Pleasure welled inside her at Carl’s thrusts.

Erik drew his cock from her mouth and pressed one of his balls to her lips. She drew it inside and suckled it softly, driving his need to desperate heights. He groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock as she alternated between squeezing his ball gently in her mouth and suckling it.

Erik pumped his cock as he watched Carl pound into her, his face a mask of desperate need. Watching Carl fuck her, his cock driving into her again and again, paired with the feel of her velvety mouth around his balls, was too much for him. His cock erupted in a potent release, his seed spewing onto her chest in a fountain of white foam.

She moaned, Carl’s cock pounding into her hard now. Erik unfastened several of the top hooks on the satin bustier until he could access her breasts, then he ran his fingers through the semen which had pooled in her crevasse. He stroked it over her breasts, glazing them with the white liquid. Her nipples peaked under his touch, spearing into his palms as he caressed them.

All the while, her moans increased as Carl continued to fuck her.

Then it happened. She sucked in a breath, then moaned, her face glowing in ecstasy. Erik couldn’t help staring at the beauty of her in her blissful state. A deep longing to be the one who made her feel that way... always... pulsed through him.

She moaned and moaned as her pleasure continued, Carl pumping deep and hard. Then Carl jerked forward, groaning his own release.

Finally, Carl pulled out. As much as Erik would love to push inside her right now... to feel the velvety warmth of her body encasing him... he wasn’t ready. His cock was drained and soft.

But it wouldn’t be that way for long.

He lifted her from the bed and carried her into the hallway.

Kalie clung to Erik’s neck as he carried her to the living room. He slumped down on the couch and arranged her over his body so she was lying on top of him in a sort of spoon position. He stretched his legs out on the ottoman and drew her thighs apart until her legs were sprawled wide around his.

Carl sat beside them and turned on a movie. She relaxed against Erik’s semi-reclining form, her head resting on his shoulder.

For a little while they watched the movie, but Kalie’s attention was more on the cool air against the hot, slick flesh between her legs and the fact her breasts were mostly exposed with the bustier gaping open. And the feel of both men’s hot gazes gliding over her periodically.

One of Erik’s hands was resting on her stomach, but the other moved to her breast and he cupped it. The warmth of his hand around her... the memory of him rubbing his hot semen into her flesh... sent heat pulsing through her.

Carl’s hand covered her other breast and both of them stroked her, squeezing and caressing until her nipples were aching and her insides thrummed with need.