Captured Desire

by Tasha Winters

  “Catch your breath, honey. You were perfect, are perfect.”

  Finally, he kissed her tenderly, his hands gliding over her now chilled skin and his lips following. Licking, kissing, lapping, sucking every place he passed.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  Amara trembled and shook as he took his pleasure. Her nipples were bunched tight, and he pinched them, hard. When she squeaked in surprise, he laughed. It was a low malevolent sound that sent more anticipatory shivers up her spine. The physical tremors excited him. She gushed on his hand.

  “You are a sadist,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  “Aww, honey, I’m really not but I do like the sounds of my woman aching for me to finish her off. Is that what your little whimpers are? Your pleasurable pain of need, your ache to release and yet I’m holding it just out of reach? You’ve flooded my hand, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “Wilder, please?”

  He teased more, bringing his tongue down her belly to her hips and when she wouldn’t settle down, he nipped her thigh. Liking her screech, he did it again. “I need a little more before I let my beauty come.”

  A tortured groan was her response. His cock almost shattered with the pressure it was under. Arranging himself so he could spread her wide for his tongue, she immediately began to act feverish in her confusion of wanting the sensation but fighting it as well. He would play a little longer. Her juices were all over his chin and lips as she continued to release gushes of warm nectar and he continued to lap it up while he teased her very sensitive clits.

  He’d play with them to see what they could really do another time. Tonight was for joining together and breaking that last barrier between them. He craved her as he’d never craved another. He flicked her clits fast and hard, and her muscles tightened. She arched her body high, uttering earthy tortured sounds. Wilder grinned at her wild response.

  She cried out as she fell over the precipice. He worked her until she’d squeezed every bit of tingle from her release and then, he rose over her. His cock had had all it could take of the waiting game.

  She angled and shifted to force him in. He waited. She calmed, seeming to understand that while he didn’t mind her playing with him, he would decide when he came calling. Wilder stared into her dark eyes as he slid home. Her beautiful, bronze-toned face changed as she realized there was quite a lot of him and then, as he moved slightly, she tried to take over the cadence of the dance. He simply shook his head.

  “No, Amara.”

  She whimpered but stopped.

  The incredible feel of her pussy, her body sheathing him was unlike any other experience he’d encountered. He’d had his share of women, but Amara was like finding the missing piece to make him whole. She made all the rest of his life meaningful. This was what it meant to love someone. Truly love them.

  “I love you, Amara. I love you.”

  She answered with a slight pant. “Why did you wait so long to take me?”

  “I was waiting for you to decide you were ready.”

  “Did you finally get my memo? I’ve been leaving it everywhere.” Her words were broken up in her exertion.

  “Somethings need to be said face to face. See how it worked out?”

  She tried to slap his arm but missed. “Uh, uh, uh. I’m not Finn or Ethan. There is no hitting, biting, or any other violence in my bed except that produced by taking you hard. Like this.” He smiled when she came again.

  Later, Wilder covered his sleeping woman up. She had nearly passed out right after they had both come after round two. He had been dizzied with arousal and the headiness of the emotions she elicited from him. It would be a little harder for him to let go and fall asleep, but he drew her to his chest and kissed her sweat dampened hair. The gut-wrenching attraction he had for Amara was more than he’d ever experienced. Compared to this, Karen had been a passing fancy. Someone with whom to occupy the time while waiting for his forever.

  Things were coming together. Without realizing it, he’d chosen to be on a committee that was paramount to an outcome they were all invested in. He had a good handle on the predictive program Amara had built and the result would be good. While he hated what she had endured, it was the impetus that brought her to them. The gravity of the results if this went wrong, however, were never far from his mind.

  Now if he could get the committee to do as they were supposed to do, find the best solution with the best outcome, then it would be all done, and they could get on with their lives. If things went wrong, he wasn’t sure he would survive the aftermath of such devastation to his life. His heart would never fully heal.

  Chapter 15

  Ethan

  “All right, now that we have things done for the day, let’s get to our mind control, shall we?” Ethan smiled.

  “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?” asked Amara.

  “Nope. I like that you think I have that kind of power. It could prove helpful later on.”

  “News flash, if you’re about to hypnotize me then you do have that kind of power.”

  Ethan grinned broadly and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Yes, well, there is that.”

  Amara rolled her eyes and realized too late that it wasn’t the best response as her left flank flamed with a sudden jolt of fire. “Ow, Ethan. That hurt.”

  His lips were now set in a straight line. “Respect, love. Rolling your eyes is a sign of disrespect.”

  “Ethan, I respect you. I was just playing. You have to figure out the social cues a bit better in your personal life. I can’t be a patient with whom you make love. I have to be the woman you make love to that you also help work through issues. Sometimes.”

  He appraised her, slowly assessing her shiny hair, stopping his gaze on her riot of soft curls before moving on to the long slender column of her neck. Her eyes, reflecting the same sensual need he felt, glowed with warmth and something else he daren’t name. Not yet. Not until he could make her his forever. When this whole bloody business of population manipulation was given appropriate boundaries, he would claim her permanently by sealing the connection legally.

  Her body trembled at his perusal, his inspection of his woman. The woman he had claimed barely a week ago. He wanted to latch onto her pert breasts and suck, nibble, taste. His cock anticipated hearing her little titters and gasps that encouraged him. Her legs and belly were lean, her hidden core dripping for him, even now as she was awaiting his plans for her. He could take her out of her own head for a short time.

  The reminder of what Amara would need to do today, what each of them would be asked to do, pulled him back to the here and now, before his imagination took over.

  “Okay, love, we need to get you relaxed. Not so relaxed you fall asleep but enough, so you are almost floating in that state between wakefulness and slumber.”

  She nodded and bit her lip. “I don’t really know how to get there, Ethan.”

  “Right. That’s my job, anyway. Your job is to try to clear your mind of as many worries as you can. I will then get you to that relaxed place and learn what might trigger you to over respond, like a certain name. I next put suggestions in place that you won’t react to a name, or certain other things that immediately send you over the moon. Does all of that make sense?”

  “Yes. It does.”

  “Okay, ready?”

  Amara nodded.

  “Now, lie down on that large comfy sofa, and—”

  “You mean the one you used to take my virginity?” Her words told of her unease.

  “You really need me to calm your nerves with a spanking first, don’t you?”

  “I thought that was Finn’s thing.”

  Ethan put out his hand and allowed her to step out of his reach.

  “No, no, I’m good. I’m just—”

  “Nervous. I thought we had established that. Lie down.”

  Amara obediently snuggled into the sofa. Ethan sat in the chair across from her and began his work. Twenty minutes later, Amara
was still fully engaged and not at all close to going under. Ethan thought at first her empathic abilities were blocking her mental release, but he watched her. She was afraid to lower her guard. Afraid of what might happen if she allowed any of those demons she carried in her head access to the light.

  “Okay, we’re going to do this a different way. Charlotte, lock the room, turn off the monitoring, and give me relaxing jazz and diminished lighting.”

  The room dimmed, and sensual saxophone music filtered into the room.

  “Mmm, that’s nice.” Amara smiled.

  “Mm hm,” he answered as he pulled her to her feet. He unwrapped her tied shirt from her body and danced finger light touches over her skin, down her neck, and over her collarbone. As he unhooked her bra, he allowed it to slip from her arms as he captured her lips with his.

  “I like this type of therapy.”

  “Mm hm. No talking. It’s feeling time. Feel me with you, Amara.” His hands would guide her into a more immersive experience, taking her always active brain to another place. A place of soothing relaxation.

  As he slid his fingers down her hips, he massaged, then he continued his slow descent, skimming her yoga pants and panties to the floor. She stepped out, and he kicked them to the corner. Her arms went up to encircle his neck and pull him to her for a kiss. He allowed it. She swayed to the haunting sounds of the saxophone and Ethan met her moves, taking over the lead as they danced slowly in the office.

  His hands skimmed down her back, over her backside, and settled underneath the rounded cheeks. He squeezed and caressed. His lips kissed hers and moved back to her exposed neck as she moaned. Flicking his tongue to lick a path to her pulse, he glided his attention along her slender neck, moving to tantalize her ear. Then with practiced precision, he touched her breasts, following with his tongue, circling, sucking, He made sure to pull her close, so his erection was something she could not miss. He went down to his knees, dragging his fingers down her sides and ending at her hips as he licked her skin, feeling her flesh prickle.

  He nudged her thighs apart and breathed in her scent. She was a heady combination of musky arousal and a field of flowers on a hot summer day. Her skin was flushed, giving her olive complexion that deep glow he loved so much. Her knees buckled. He caught her, stabilizing her long enough for him to stand. Snatching her up, he gently carried her back to the sofa and lay her down carefully, brushing her hair back as he kissed down her now hypersensitive body.

  Ethan lowered his voice, deepened it, and spoke barely above a whisper. “Be still and quiet.” She shivered her response. Kissing lower again, he made a beeline for her muff. Without opening her too wide, his intent was comfort and not embarrassment or self-consciousness, he went to work on her soaking pink flesh. It was more like her crimson flesh as she was swollen, hot, red, and flowing arousal juices.

  Slowly but without diversion, he held Amara down with his forearm across her hips as he concentrated his stiffened tongue over her two clits. He quickly isolated one clit, bringing her to orgasm. When she had caught her breath, he started to circle the other. There was so much they didn’t know about the mechanics of two clits but at least coming twice would be the expectation. As she had begun to relax his head was in Amara’s hands. She’d suddenly tried to move his head from her nubbin.

  He tapped her pussy with his flattened hand eliciting a tortured moan and nothing else. Kissing her belly, he leaned up and captured her eyes full of desire as he slipped his finger into place, spreading her juices and worrying the fleshy tinderbox of sensuality. She stiffened, she gripped the side of the sofa cushion, her other hand reaching for his shirt. Her guttural sounds nearly unmanned him as he watched her orgasm. He had to delay his own gratification because he needed her in that floating place, ready for his suggestions.

  He watched her closely and just as she was beginning to float back to earth, he slipped beneath her defenses and brought her to a hypnotic state. Pulling her further under, he began foraging for information he would need. The whole session from beginning to end was two hours. It had been a risky use of precious time that would have been a problem if the hypnosis had not worked, but it did. He’d desensitized her of names, events, subjects, places, and things. Massey, surgery, leather implements and cuffs, breeding, training, and male population control were among those things he focused on. Finally, he was able to return her to an awake state.

  While he wasn’t as well versed in her empathic abilities and parapsychology in general, outside of hypnosis, Ethan understood the unenhanced human mind. Hypnosis and hypnotic suggestion had been used for centuries to some degree. He had perfected it and his methods for getting a person to that place were sometimes unorthodox but always ethical.

  This was the first time he had tried this method of relaxation and she was the only one he would ever try it on. He’d left a few suggestive thoughts in her mind in the hopes that it would make things easier for him to go back in quickly, if necessary. As parapsychology went, he found he was becoming fascinated with it and would be paying a visit to Sterling Remington and his group as soon as his own world was more predictable.

  Amara was tired when Ethan brought her out of a deep state and he encouraged her to take a short nap and to wake refreshed. He would leave her where she was because she was suddenly too tired to go back to her room on the other side of the enormous house. That was fine, he had work to do. Pulling a light blanket over her, he returned to his desk.

  He sent a detailed message to the other two and discussing, also via internal message, what they expected to accomplish tonight. Wilder told them he had invited all the committee members, so it didn’t look like they were singling out Massey for a reason. All agreed it was a good thing to do. It would be an advantage to feel all the members out on their perceptions of the issue. Amara woke refreshed as he expected. She didn’t mention the activity before the hypnosis as though she didn’t remember it. He kissed her and sent her on her way, relaxed without anxiety over the evening.

  Amara

  Committee members began arriving at six-thirty, the men from the compound and Maya came, although Maya was not allowed to stand except to get from the vehicle to the lounge chair. She confided in Amara, “I will deliver tomorrow so do not expect to do anything else.”

  “How do you… never mind. I’ll be ready. I hope nothing happens tomorrow that I need to take care of, you know, with all of this.”

  “Do not worry. My dreams are true, and you won’t be needed elsewhere until the day after tomorrow.”

  Amara couldn’t help but laugh. “Good to know.” The guests had all arrived by seven. The last to arrive was Robert Massey. Amara heard Maya’s sharp intake of breath. Her husbands all seemed to have radar because they were immediately at her side. Amara heard the word “evil” and wasn’t sure if it was Maya sending out a message or Amara “overhearing” someone’s strong emotional reaction to another.

  The extra help Wilder had pulled from other parts of the House made entertaining easier than Amara had expected. It left her time to mingle, meet, and greet, discerning the motives and thoughts of those in attendance. It worked well. She’d overheard Finn setting up a recording of the evening for them to review later.

  It wasn’t until dinner was called that Amara came face to face with Robert Massey. The name told her who he was, but she couldn’t figure out why she felt fear. Amara knew that this must be one of the things that Ethan tried to block. Her memories weren’t able to be accessed but her reaction to him wasn’t subdued. Her inner sense of trouble was obviously working well.

  When she looked him full in the face, immediate terror struck her heart. An aura that was so evil she forced herself not to recoil from his handshake. For some reason, she felt a desperate need to get away. She didn’t know why, but when Finn walked close by, she turned to him while trying to control the irrational feelings.

  Evidently seeing her distress, Finn approached them. She had met Robert Massey somewhere, she was absolutely positive.
She was equally positive it had not been a good experience. When Finn joined them, whatever Massey was going to say, died on his lips. He paused for a barely perceived amount of time before smiling, shaking her hand, and moving on to greet another.

  “You okay, baby? What did he say to you?” Finn’s tone was protective, and she loved him for it.

  “I’m good. I don’t know why that man affected me so, but I felt panic for a moment. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

  “Any time you need me, you signal. Any time. I’ll try to keep tabs on you, just in case.”

  “Thanks.”

  Finn leaned down to place a warm kiss on her lips, drawing a sigh from her. He smiled. “Good, you look more relaxed now.”

  Amara and Massey met in conversation again after dinner. Her men had been careful to sit Wilder near Massey and Amara was close enough to them to hear the exchanges and get impressions but not close enough to engage in those same conversations. Her fear of his contempt and mental disregard for the women in the room grew. She was in a limbo of calm panic and Amara knew that was due to Ethan. She was thankful and frustrated at the outcome.

  As the dessert and beverages were being offered the guests, and her men were occupied with others, Massey suddenly appeared at Amara’s side. His emotions gave him away. He’d waited until just this opportunity. He was truly a smarmy toad of a man. A vision of a lizard blew through her mind.

  “Amara, what an unusual name.”

  “Really, you think so? I know of a few and have heard of more. It isn’t as common as Robert, of course, but not unheard of, surely.”

  “You may be right. I knew of an Amara, her last name escapes me now, but she was quite a little hellion if I remember correctly.”