Captive of Love

Want & Desire

Karlus caressed my neck. I leaned into his touch. Before I knew it, his lips pressed tenderly to the hollow of my neck. It was then I knew why I had accepted his request. Even as all rational thought screamed for me to deny him. I wanted to be owned, broken in an irreparable way that would leave me utterly stung out.

“Karlus, I want,” I began to say, but I stopped short of completion.

I exhaled and began to survey the landscape. Trying my best to live in the present. Tomorrow will come, and I will have to settle back into my depressing life once home. Yet, now I was far away from that. I could be anyone I chose to be, and I wanted to be free.

"A closed mouth will not get fed," Karlus cooed in my ear. "Tell me Amara, what is it that you want from me?"

His words settled over me like a mist. I have played it safe my entire life. Jaxon was never able to break me, not how I yearned. Nevertheless, I knew Karlus could and would do it with great zeal. I inclined my head to better expose the column of my neck. He took the subtle invitation.

He began to feverishly kiss the part of me that I had offered. Every so often, biting my flesh, surely leaving his mark. I turned to face him, desiring a kiss. Yet, he didn't grant my silent request. Fearing his denial, I dared not try to kiss him. Accepting only what he was willing to offer, I relinquished control. Wetness pooled within my panties as my lust caused my internal walls to ache with need.

He pressed me against his hard body as his hands roamed my body without hindrance. Did he know he could have me with such ease? Was this his sinister plan all along? Did I give a good damn that he was using me?

No!

He lifted my sundress. His rough hands glided up my thighs and ripped the fabric of my undergarment.

"Ah," I whimpered.

"Tell me you want me," Karlus demanded.

I lost all sense of reason as one of his fingers entered me. I gasped, gripping his shoulders. Words escaped me.

"Please," I begged.

"Please," he teased. "What do you want?"

"I can't," I answered between pants and needing something that I deemed too vulgar to say aloud.

"Say it," he commanded. His voice rasped as he slid another finger inside. "Damn you woman, say it!"

On a shaky breath, I confessed my dark need. "Please, f**k me."

It didn't take him long to pull me down to the sand. He ravished me, completely took control of my body, my desire. I didn't mind the sand in my hair. Nor my panties being ripped from my body. His fingers inserted inside me continued to plummet. I couldn't catch my breath. I never felt overwhelmed by any s****l encounters I had before, but he had rendered me to a state of being that didn't think possible. Helplessly devoted to achieving the apex of erotism.

"Breath," he said through gritted teeth.

Immediately, I did as he advised. I couldn't disobey him. I inhaled as I dug my nails into his shoulders. He continued his punishing jabs, my hypersensitive slick cavity wet with arousal, lathered his fingers making his glides effortlessly. I screamed as an orgasm wrecked me. Completely undone, tears from emotions I didn't understand flowed freely down my cheeks. He was the remedy that I didn't know I needed. The stark stare he gave after it all was over captivated me.

"Amara, I cannot take another moment of not being inside of you,” he confessed.

His admission was a surprise but not uninvited; I wanted this, needed this. I nodded. He pulled me to my feet. I was faintly aware of my discarded undergarments on the beach, but I couldn’t say I cared. He guided me back to the manor, we walked the corridors, not meeting a soul. I climbed the steps behind him. Whatever was next to happen, I was willing and oh so ready.

Present Day

"Go on," Det Harris urges.

"Surely, you do not want all the sinful details," I reply.

"The deal was for all, and yes, I want the details."

"How perverted of you."

Det. Harris smirks.

"I never claimed I was not. Tell me everything. We both know you aren't shy."

Of course, he is right. I have laid naked for all to see. Nevertheless, I will tell him so much as my narration progresses. I reside in the notion that nothing is sacred or off-topic for Det. Harris. If he wants all the lewd details, his wish is about to be granted.

The Past

His bedroom didn't match the rest of his home; the villa esthetics ended the moment I stepped into his dark, sparsely decorated bedroom. He closed and locked the door. Yet not a simple turn of the latch or dial. No, it was locked and with a key. Specifically, the key that rested around his neck. He inserted the key to move the heavy mechanism in place.

I watched subconsciously making note of the small object to my freedom. He opened a nearby chest, and lifted the necklace from around his neck, and placed it in the drawer. He shut it, and it closed with a heavy thud that made me jump. The finality of his actions made me keenly aware that I was deep in a lion's den.

"Remove your dress," he commanded.

I paused. He blew out a breath of frustration.

"Woman, do as I say. Disrobe or risk me tearing it from your body."

My eyes widened at the thought. I hurried to remove my clothing. I pulled it over my head, my sight momentarily blocked by the action. When my eyes were unhindered, I saw Karlus unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside.

Magnificent.

I knew he was well-built, but to see him shirtless was jaw-dropping. His muscles flexed as he breathed in, and his tanned skin glowed in the fading sunlight.

"I see you appreciate my body," he commented. My eyes connected with his, a playful smirk was on his face. "Come, here. Show me how much you like what you see."

I licked my lips as I contemplated how I would celebrate each of his roped muscles with my tongue. I approached, first, choosing to kiss his chest. He had a fine dusting of black hair sprawled across his chest. That traveled down his taut stomach, creating a happy trail that led to his hidden parts.

Start from the top and work your way down. I spoke to myself and did just that.

One kiss, then two, my tongue dragged along his chest until I licked one of his n*****s.

"Cazzo," he cussed.

I smiled, proud to have enlisted such a response. I tongued and kissed his body until I was on my knees before him.

His hooded eyes fell upon me, noting my position. I began to undo his pants; he leaned against the door and observed. My fingers moved with agility, despite my nerves. I gripped the base of his shaft. I noticed his stomach stilled as I did.

Did I steal his breath? I liked to think that I had surprised him.

“Amara," he spoke my name like a prayer. "Are you sure, this is what you want?"

Still on my knees, I gazed upwards. Why did it sound as though he was pleading with me? I did not know, but I nodded. I wanted him more than any other man I had ever encountered. Closing his eyes, he accepted my sensual offer. He stepped closer to stand before me. His d**k inches from my lips. I grabbed him by the base of his tool. He hissed, not in pain but in pleasure. I could only hope that I could wield such power over him. I engulfed him whole. His hips bucked, as I did. He gripped my hair, and it wasn't long before he was forcing me to take him deeper with each intake. I had to relax my throat to prevent it from gagging.

He cursed a bit more, using a mixture of English and Italian. With a brokenness reserved for those on the brink of ecstasy, he confessed he was near. However, I refused to let up. My lips and throat were sore, but I anted up by gripping onto his ass and quickening his thrusts. To demonstrate my willingness to permit his release. He had no choice but to break, and as arousal ripped through his body, the essence poured down my throat. Once, he was able to piece himself back together. He gazed down at me.

To this day, I cannot discern the look his face displayed. Was it amazement, lust, or even contempt? I was confused as he shoved me into the cold wooden floor. He reached into his pocket to retrieve a condom. Silently I cursed, he must have planned on having me that night. I should've been insulted, but I was beyond caring. He kicked away his pants. All the while sporting a terrifying sneer, he climbed on top of me. Whatever I had awoken in him was a part of him I hadn't prepared for or desired to behold. I thought he couldn't be ready for me, not so soon after coming, but when I gazed down at his rock-hard body, I saw his member had grown.