Capture Me: The Complete Trilogy

Chapter 29

29Lucas

The taste of her is intoxicating, unbearably erotic. Her p***y is dripping with cream, and the heated feminine scent of her makes my c**k weep with pre-c*m. I want to thrust into her, feel her slick tightness cradling me, but I also want something else—something Yulia’s withheld from me thus far.

First, though, I need to finish what I started. Ignoring the lust burning in me, I suck on her clit using the same rhythm that brought her to the edge of climax before. I felt her beginning to spasm before she started fighting, and I know I would’ve had her in another second. She panicked—probably because she doesn’t want to betray him—but I’m not about to stand for it.

She’s going to come tonight, again and again, until her lover is nothing but a distant memory.

It takes less than a minute to bring Yulia to the brink this time; she’s already primed, her pink flesh swollen and sensitized from my earlier ministrations. She pleads with me, begging me to let her go, but I persist until I feel her p***y rippling under my tongue and hear her cry out in release.

Then I begin again, sliding my finger into her spasming channel to stimulate her as I lick her clit. She comes hard and fast, her juices coating my hand, and I go for the third one, even though my c**k is ready to burst.

“No more,” she moans as I push two fingers into her wet heat, finding the spot inside that drives her wild. “Please, Lucas, no more…”

But I’m not done yet. I’m far from done. Using the two fingers to f**k her, I close my lips around her clit again. My fingers drill her hard and fast, and her cries grow in volume with every second. I feel her inner walls contracting in another orgasm, but I don’t stop. I keep going until I feel her come again—and then I scoop out the abundant moisture from her p***y and smear it on the tiny opening of her asshole.

She doesn’t react at first, just lies there with her face flushed and her eyes closed as she attempts to catch her breath. With her ankles tied to her wrists and her p***y wet and swollen, she’s the epitome of helpless sensuality. Bondage isn’t normally my thing, but restraining Yulia is different. It’s not about kink; it’s about possession.

After tonight, she’ll have no doubt that she’s mine.

When her asshole is sufficiently lubed, I press the tip of my finger to the tight opening, watching her reaction. The one time I touched her ass in the shower, she tensed, and I realized she either has a problem with anal s*x or is new to it. I hope it’s the latter, but I suspect it might be the former.

Sure enough, as my finger pushes in the first quarter of an inch, Yulia’s ass cheeks clench, and her eyes fly open. “Don’t.” Her voice is strained. “Please don’t.”

“Was it your trainer?” I keep my finger where it is, neither pressing forward nor retreating. “Did he hurt you this way too?”

She stares at me, her chest heaving, and I see her mouth tremble before she presses her lips together. She doesn’t say anything, but I don’t need a verbal confirmation.

The motherfucker did hurt her like this—and she’s afraid I will too.

Something squeezes painfully inside me. I don’t deserve her trust, but a part of me wants it. It’s a desire that directly contradicts my primitive need to subdue her, to keep her at any cost.

Even as I hold her bound and helpless, I don’t want her fearing me—not that way, at least.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say quietly, holding Yulia’s gaze. The savage hunger pounding through me dies down to a muted roar as I withdraw the tip of my finger. “I promise you that.”

She shudders with relief, her eyes closing, and I lower my head again, licking her p***y with gentle swipes of my tongue. Her flesh is pliant, still soft and wet. I know she’s nowhere near an orgasm now, and I don’t try to give her one. Instead, I soothe her with my lips and tongue, giving her undemanding pleasure. I do this for what feels like hours, and eventually, I feel the remnants of terrified tension leave her body.

Continuing to lick her, I move my mouth lower, to her creamy slit, and dip my tongue inside, tasting her there. She tenses in a different way, a moan escaping her lips, and I capitalize on her growing arousal by carefully rubbing her swollen clit with my fingers. She’s moaning in earnest now, and I move my tongue even lower, to the tight ring of muscle between her ass cheeks.

Yulia stiffens for a second, but I just lick her there, tonguing her back opening and rubbing her clit until she’s panting and gasping, her hips rocking in an instinctive rhythm. I can sense that she’s on the verge, and I ruthlessly push her over, pinching her clit with a firm, steady pressure.

Her body tightens, and I feel the ring of muscle pulsing and spasming under my tongue as she cries out in release. I lick her one last time, depositing as much saliva as I can, and then, using the distraction of her orgasm, I push my finger in again. It slides in easily before her body clamps down on it, and I keep it there, letting her adjust to the sensation as I sit up and shift closer, pressing my groin against her lower body.

Her eyes are wide and dazed-looking, her lips parted as she stares at me, her chest rising and falling with panting breaths.

“I won’t hurt you,” I repeat, keeping my finger inside her as I use my free hand to guide my c**k to her p***y. “This is as far as we’ll go today.”

Yulia doesn’t respond, but her eyes close, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tip of my c**k enters her tight, slick heat. With my finger buried in her ass, I can actually feel my c**k pushing into her, stretching her inner walls as I go deeper, and I groan at the exquisite pleasure of it, my balls tightening with explosive need.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Let me in deeper…” I’m barely cognizant of what I’m saying, my voice a feral rumble in my chest as her p***y sucks me in, engulfing my entire length. “Oh, f**k, yeah, just like that…”

She cries out as I brace myself on the bed and begin thrusting, no longer able to restrain myself. Being inside her is paradise, and I never want to leave. If I had my way, I’d f**k Yulia forever. But all too soon, the pleasure intensifies, turning into razor-sharp ecstasy, and I feel the boil of incipient orgasm in my balls. My thrusting pace picks up—I’m all but jackhammering into her now—and I hear her cries growing louder, mixing with my own grunting groans. My vision blurs, my entire body seizing with intolerable tension, and through the hammering roar of my heartbeat, I hear Yulia scream and feel her inner muscles clamp down on my c**k and my finger.

Dimly, I realize she’s coming, and then my own climax is upon me, my c*m spurting out into her as my c**k jerks uncontrollably, again and again.