Captor, p.15
Captor, page 15
With an alien.
I could only imagine how he was spinning my claims I’d never had sex before. The thought was revolting.
I tried to force the words to remain in the forefront of my mind, allowing the hate to continue, but he had touched me. He’d awakened me. Because of that, I couldn’t throw away the memory or the twinge of need still burning in my system.
He wrinkled his brow, the sound continuing as he rubbed the palm of his hand along the inside of my thigh. I shuddered as he touched my wetness. When his fingers brushed across the surface of my skin, the scent of my body’s betrayal floated up to my nostrils. He kept his eyes on me as he rolled the tip of one around my clit. What the hell was he doing? Teasing me? I was ready to beg him to finish the round of punishment when he pulled away, cracking the strap across the curve of my buttocks then my upper thighs.
“Oh…” The single word escaped my mouth and I hated myself for it. “Don’t do this,” I managed.
“You deserve it.”
There was no arguing or explaining myself. And there would be no begging. I threw my head back, biting my tongue as the spanking continued. I lost count of how many he delivered. I was also able to ignore the pain because of the tickling as my nipples hardened, aching to be licked and sucked.
He touched me again, only allowing himself to slide his fingers down my back, but that was enough to push me to another plateau of desire. He knew it too. The bastard took a deep inhale, holding it in his lungs. There was no denying the way my body reacted not just to the craziness of being spanked like a bad pet, but mostly from the slight brush of his fingers along my skin. Everything about him was oppressive and demanding, yet he exuded passion. My body ached for what we’d shared.
The spanking wasn’t over. He smacked me several additional times, but at that point, I’d managed to fall away, barely feeling anything any longer. Maybe that’s what he’d wanted, to leave me so drained that I could no longer fight him. Or maybe this was about ensuring his warriors remained loyal to him.
I opened my eyes when the whooshing sound finally stopped. My breathing was labored, a light steam able to form across the surface of the window. I stayed where I was, shifting my body to the side until I was able to see the stars once again. They no longer held the beauty and mesmerizing quality they once had. Now there was just blackness dotted with sprinkles of light.
As my breathing remained ragged, I used a single finger, rolling the tip through the steam I’d created with my hot breath, laughing softly when I realized I’d created two separate hearts, something my mother had done when I was a child.
His hulking presence interrupted the quiet moment, his reflection forcing my attention away. He crowded my space, which encouraged the hair to stand up on the back of my neck. I could feel the continued vibrations of anger, but he was fighting everything he was feeling much like I was. For what seemed like forever, he stared into the window surface, his eyes never blinking, his skin glowing.
Then he shifted his gaze to the hearts that remained penned on the glass, written as if from some lovesick teenager.
“What is that?” he asked. Why did his voice have to send such a thrill through me? Why did I shudder from the tone, the soft kiss of his breath?
“They’re called hearts.”
I could tell he had no understanding.
“A representation of love,” I added.
“Love.” He said the word with a single growl.
“Something you refuse to experience.”
He laughed, the statement pulling his gaze entirely away. “If love means feeling more pain, then I’m glad we can’t.”
“I didn’t say you can’t. I said you won’t.”
“Maybe so, little human. It’s just as well.”
“No, it’s very sad, Krakar.” I swallowed as the ache inside continued to ravage my system. He became quiet again, the blankness on his face disturbing. However, he wanted to be close. He couldn’t seem to pull himself away. I wasn’t certain if I minded or not, but as with everything else, I had no say. I meant nothing. That much he had made perfectly clear.
“It’s my life.”
As easy as it had been before to be in each other’s space, the awkwardness was now as thick as the tension. I didn’t have a clue what he wanted from me. An apology? I’d done nothing wrong. “What are your tattoos?” I blurted out, sick of the nausea pooling in my stomach. If he was going to dole out another even worse punishment, I couldn’t stand the wait or the anticipation any longer.
“The ink?”
“Yes. Is there a meaning for any of them?” I slowly turned around, my breath skipping.
He looked down, lifting one arm out to the side, acting as if no one had ever asked or cared. “Family crest.”
There was no reason for me to reach out or to want to touch him, but I couldn’t stop myself. The kinetic energy we shared was strong even if the strange connection held a fragile quality. I hated him, but I craved him. I also wanted to learn more about him. Would it matter in the least? I couldn’t be certain but the draw to him increased every time we were close.
Very gingerly I placed my fingertips on the middle of his chest, noticing the same weapon he carried had been represented in glorious silhouettes of gold and silver. “And this?”
“A treasured creature similar to what Earth calls a bird. They are almost extinct like most of our creatures.”
“I really am sorry about the horrors your planet has endured,” I whispered as I traced the bird with my index finger. While every figure was stunning in design and color, there was also a stark haunting quality about every pictorial. How long had Dragonia been under duress? How many battles had been fought leading to bloodshed and destruction?
“We share some of the blame, Sasha. I’m no fool to think that our decisions to engage in battle, to try and take what didn’t belong to us haven’t damned our planet. I can’t right the wrongs. We are too far gone.”
His admittance was fascinating. Perhaps that’s part of the reason he carried such a significant weight on his shoulders. “You can change the future. You’re the king. Mandate different rules. Allow people to enjoy an entirely different life. Ask for assistance from someone else.”
He pulled away from me, his anger and arrogance returning. “Like I did with your father? Do you see me as the kind of man who accepts defeat or tolerates humiliation? I will handle our problems my way without any interference from someone like your father.”
“My father isn’t perfect, but no one is and he’s only one man. In our world, his decisions are only allowed by a formal vote of a Council of twelve. He’s done a significant amount of good for a world that was ravaged by their own stupidity. He did what he could to bring pride and celebration back into families. Birthdays. Holidays. Everyone had stopped caring until my father accepted the most unwanted position of leader. For years he’s worked tirelessly to try and improve our situation. That’s what you can do for your people but in order to do that, you’ll need to lose your sense of power, demanding that everything be done your way. If you have the strength to do that, your people might thrive, but I have a sense that you refuse because it will hurt your massive pride.”
I was tossing out the very angry words I wanted to say to my father. I wanted to have the opportunity to remind him about all the accomplishments he’d been able to achieve since taking office. Before greed set in. Before he’d become too prideful to ask for help. Our world had needs as well, certain minerals and other materials essential that we can no longer produce. He and the others on the Council, including the prime minister, had led our people to believe we had no needs outside our own planet. I knew better. I’d overheard my father on several occasions discussing our dire needs. I should have reminded my father of several things instead of turning my back.
Instead, I was tossing them toward a savage creature who had fire in his eyes and hate in his heart. As soon as the words left my mouth, I could tell I’d enraged him once again. He jerked off his shirt, ripping it into shreds, fuming until a series of guttural sounds pounded up from the depth of his being.
I backed against the window, shaken more than I’d been before. The look in his eyes was carnal. I’d broken a dam, opening up old wounds. And I’d dared to try to tell him what to do. When he tore off his pants, my eyes were drawn to his thick, already throbbing cock, the tip glistening in the light. He was hard as a rock, his heavy balls swinging with every movement.
He cocked his head, taking several deep but ragged breaths.
Then he advanced, jerking me off my feet like a doll and slamming me against the surface. “Do not forget, little slave, that you belong to me. You will do everything I tell you to do. If you do not…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence. I knew what to expect, only I had a feeling the punishments would become harsher. He smashed his palms against the window surface, using the power of his structured thighs to hold me in place, every muscle in his body tense.
“I hate you.” There was a silliness to my words, as if they mattered to a beast like him. As if proving my point, he smirked before rolling onto the balls of his feet, pressing the tip of his cock against my aching pussy.
Even after the harshness and the stern punishment, I still wanted the man. My mouth watered to taste him, to discover what it was like to have a man’s cock inside. His eyes remained glistening with rage as he yanked me down, spreading my aching muscles within seconds.
There was no gentleness left in the man, no attention to the fact I remained tender from the first experience. He was taking what he wanted.
“I will fuck you often,” he added.
I smiled.
He eased out, driving into me again, grunting like the barbarian he was.
I laughed.
He slammed my back against the pane two times then began to fuck me, pulling out and plunging inside with no hesitation.
I threw my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and keeping my eyes locked on his. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me, to envision my face as he closed his eyes at night. I needed him to remember that he had another side. Was I foolish? Yes. Did I need hunger for more? More passion. More adoration. More…
Yes…
As I clung to him, he thrust in brutal motions, driving in so deep my breath was stolen. My pussy ached from the barbaric invasion, my muscles struggling to handle his wide girth as he filled me. He was unforgiving, ruthless in his lovemaking. He wanted me to feel him, all of him, leaving the explosive sensations for hours after he tossed me away. This was him showing his full dominion over me.
Panting, I pushed my knees against his hips, the heat and pain from the spanking exacerbated by the force he used in sliding me up and down the surface. I refused to close my eyes, watching as the colors changed in his irises, his pupils enlarging. It was as if he was a chameleon, capable of changing both personalities as well as his outer shell. On this day, he’d become the savage, ignoring whatever concept of humanity his species could acquire.
Even though he was rough, my pussy reacted instantly, clenching and releasing, the combined scent of sex and desire filling the space around us. I eased one hand to his shoulder, digging my nails into his dense skin, still marveling over the ink covering seventy percent of his body. He was a true warrior, scars crisscrossing several areas, all telling a horrible tale of battle.
What he’d endured had shaped him, but his father’s death had condemned the beast inside, retracting so much of his goodness.
If he ever had any.
Still breathless, I lolled my head, the act of passion finally surfacing, driving me into a frenzy of need and heightened want. The dazzling sensations rocketing through me were even more pleasurable than before, my nipples enlarged and aching.
Krakar shifted, sliding me up further on the window, arching his back and changing the angle. Within seconds, current jetted from the base of my neck straight into my slickened heat. There was no way to stop the raging climax threatening to give away my need for him.
“Oh. Oh…” The ragged sound I made matched the hard fucking, my heart thudding against my chest as my muscles tensed. As the orgasm raced into me, his cock swelled even more, the same barb-like sensations driving me straight into a moment of sheer ecstasy. “Yes. Oh…” As my pussy muscles clamped and released, a climax raging through my system, a wry smile crossed his face.
The single orgasm shifted into another and within seconds, I was driven to exhaustion, lolling my head forward, rapidly blinking to try to focus. Flashes of light moved across my periphery of vision, the colors brighter than the gorgeous stars behind me. I finally closed my eyes, my pulse continuing to increase.
He refused to stop, powering into me, the barbs tickling every muscle until I was left on cloud nine.
As he started to slow down, I slipped my hands down his chest, kneading his skin and trying to regain a portion of my mind. This wasn’t a beautiful fantasy. We would never trust each other, and I certainly would never be by his side, only under his massive frame whenever he had a burning desire to take me.
As he yanked his cock free, I released a bedraggled exhale, uncertain if I was glad the savage fucking was over.
I was wrong. He hoisted me further into the air, forcing me to drape my legs over his shoulders. I felt as if I was freefalling, slapping my hands against the window in some crazy effort to try to find something to hold onto. As I stared down at him, I could tell the session was far from being over.
He dragged his forked tongue across his lips, growling several times before burying his head between my legs. The second I felt him lapping up the wetness sticking to both inner thighs, there was no chance of holding back a strangled scream.
I hadn’t expected that I could become any more aroused than before, but every cell and muscle erupted, seared with fiery sensations. He issued several other animalistic sounds then drove his tongue into my tight channel, soothing my aching muscles.
As with everything the man did, he was brutal in nature, but instead of taking what he wanted, he was giving, providing me with raw ecstasy instead of pain. Perhaps I’d pleased him after all. The thought still weighed heavily on my mind as his engorged tongue drove deep inside. I couldn’t believe how delicate my tissue was, responding to the strange makeup of his tongue, the stimulation incredible.
I threw my arms over my head, clawing at the surface, bucking against him as I struggled to arch my back. Every move I made was involuntary, my body taking on a mind of its own. I couldn’t imagine being any wetter than I’d been with his cock buried inside, but I was. I was dripping with juice, easily filling his mouth and throat.
His sounds increased in volume, and he shifted his head back and forth, flicking the tip across my clit.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” My moans mixed with whimpers, the lights from before remaining like window frames in front of my eyes, depicting images of our wild fucking. He spread me even wider, able to slide his fingers inside, pumping in rapid succession.
When he slipped his tongue past my swollen folds, I lost it again, flailing as the orgasm rocketed through me. I laughed and moaned, every inch of my body shaking. Then I concentrated on the sound as he lapped every drop of cream, licking one leg then the other before sucking on my sensitive clit. I finally closed my eyes, no longer needing to see what he was doing or maybe my mind could no longer process the sheer rapture.
I’d never expected anything like this. What his reason for allowing me to experience pleasure was, I wasn’t certain, but I knew in my mind I’d hunger for more. He had that kind of power over me, and it scared me to death.
I was still in a fog as Krakar lowered me to my feet. He fisted my hair with one hand, pulling me away from the window and arching my back so profoundly that I was able to see the blackness and stars. The moment was cathartic, a reminder that I was just a speck of the great universe.
And that I was nothing special.
But in his arms, I felt cared for, even if the man who was teasing my nipple, licking and nipping until another moan rushed up from my throat, was incapable of feeling love. His hold tightened, his sound more aggressive as he rolled his lips to my other breast, biting down with enough force I yelped, but the tingling vibrations refused to stop.
He dragged his tongue in between my breasts, sliding it slowly up a few centimeters at a time. When he reached my neck, he breathed out, the air pushing up from his chest like a wildfire, flames ready to singe my skin. When he whispered in my ear, I was pulled into a strange vacuum of trepidation and excitement.
“Now, I fuck that tight ass of yours; it is mine.”
He wasted no time turning me to face the window, yanking my arms over my head and kicking my legs apart. Then he crawled his finger down my spine, his breath still hot as it licked against my skin. I felt goosebumps following the trail, the apprehension increasing. I opened my mouth to object, but the thought of the beast taking all of me was… delicious. Was I really thinking that way?
The chuckle he issued was dark, laced with all the danger and power he’d wanted me to feel from the beginning. When he slipped his finger down the crack of my ass, I tensed, trying to pull away. I was rewarded with a hard slap on my ass.
“Obey me.”
The two words sent another flutter into my system. Just like before, steam from my fiery breath fogged the surface, muting our reflections. But I could see his broad shoulders, the curve of his jaw, and his penetrating eyes as they bore through me. A smile curled on his upper lip as he pressed a single finger against my dark hole.
I tensed, involuntary moans slipping past my lips. I bit down on my inner cheek, trying to keep from crying out, unable to stop shaking. For being the savage that he was, his actions were almost tender as he pushed his finger inside at a steady pace, immediately pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh, I…” Shuddering, I bucked hard against him, the discomfort turning into a hint of pain, but nothing like what I’d expected.
Now he was the one whose eyes never left mine, studying my reaction as he wiggled his finger, finally thrusting in and out.
