His Captive (Historical Viking Romance)

by Amy Faye

  I felt bad, once he left, for how I pushed Brant away. He didn't deserve that. He just got caught up in his passions, like he always had when we were kids. It used to be endearing. Now it was just annoying.

  Kind of.

  It was kind of still endearing.

  “I'll be back around 8,” he said as he slipped out of the door, clearly despondent. I should have reached out for him and apologized, but I didn't. I was too proud, I guess.

  He left me with my boxes and a few hours to torture myself over being so rude. I cleaned more, then showered and tried to find something acceptable to wear. The only sort of fancy dress I owned was my old clubbing dress, which I hadn't worn in 2 years and I wasn't even sure if it fit.

  Luckily, it did, though it was a bit more loose after losing my freshman 15. The top showed off my ample cleavage and the bottom gave a great view of my legs. I put on a little bit more lotion before I stepped out of the house to wait for Brant on the porch.

  It was a chilly night. When I was gone, I forgot how spooky it could be on my street, where there were no lights at all except for those left on by the houses around me. Crickets chirped at me and a late night rabbit dashed by and across the road.

  I was thankful when a car finally pulled up and into my driveway. It was shiny and black, some kind of car I could have never been able to afford. No, with my future job, I was pretty much doomed to a life of 5 year old cars that had some scratches in the paint.

  That didn't bother me that much. I never wanted to be rich. I just wanted to be happy.

  Brant opened his door and ran to the passenger side before I could reach it. “You ready?” He asked. I grinned up at him and nodded, then got into his car.

  It still smelled brand new, like he just got it off the lot that day. Which was unlikely considering the few receipts he had lying on the floor in the back. He kept it cleaner than any of my cars, though!

  “So, what are these fights like? Do I have to worry about you dying?” I asked as he got in.

  He shook his head. “Not usually, no. This guy, though, I have a problem with him. His name is Nathan, and he's a real bastard.”

  “Oh? What did he do?”

  “He raped a girl, the bartender at my favorite bar. She didn't press charges or anything, and I think she's only told me. I believe her, though. Something about her changed, something deep inside of her.”

  “God, that's awful,” I said. He nodded. I didn't know what else to say to that revelation, so I was silent as he drove.

  The fight was taking place at some kind of small stadium in the city. There was a line of people waiting to get in, but Brant took me in through the back and helped me find a seat that way. The crowd was incredibly thick, and everyone was loud and drinking.

  Brant left me in my seat, then he was off. I regretted, then, coming at all. Being left alone in a crowd was a recipe for disaster for me, usually. I took out my phone and used that to amuse myself until the fights started, and then I kept using it through 2 fights that Brant wasn't in.

  –

  By the time I picked her up, I wasn't upset with Viv anymore. I had sprung that kiss on her, without warning. How could I blame her for pushing me away?

  It just meant that I had to work harder to win her over. I could do that, easily.

  I couldn't tell you why I was so desperate to get her back, but I was. It felt like everything good revolved around her, and I wanted good things in my life again.

  She took away that self-destructive nature I had. That was why I had always loved her so much. She made me want to be a better man.

  I entered the ring feeling pumped and sure of myself. As I was introduced, my local fans cried out for me. This was one of the best parts about fighting: It was a huge ego boost. There was nothing better than being loved by hundreds of people.

  The stadium was packed, but I still found Vivian and waved. She waved back, her face a bit red. The men next to her eyed her with surprise, but I beamed that I had such a beautiful woman there watching me.

  “Aaaand Brant will be fighting… Nathan Harwood!” Nathan came up onto the ring and we shook hands.

  Then he pulled me in, grinning. “Is that woman with the black hair your new girlfriend?”

  “Something like that,” I answered, pulling away from him.

  “By the end of the night, she'll have forgotten all about you while she begs for my cock.”

  It took everything I had not to knock his fucking teeth in then and there, but I had to wait for the fight to actually start.

  Once it did, though, I took that first punch. My fist connected with his cheekbone, slamming his hard harshly to the left. Unfortunately, that punch opened me up to a hit in the gut, which nearly knocked me out. I stumbled back to catch my breath, but Nathan didn't ease up at all.

  His hands pummeled my face, and he kept trying to sweep his legs under me to make me fall. I knew that if I fell, it would all be over. He was too big for me to fight from the floor. I had to keep standing.

  –

  I was on the edge of my seat while Brant was fighting, waiting for it all to be over. He was being seriously hurt, and that Nathan guy was huge! He was definitely bigger than Brant. How could they allow that?

  Each punch he took broke my heart. I wanted nothing more than to jump in there and break up the fight. The men around me were enjoying the display of animalistic rage, but I was just horrified. Who could enjoy something this violent?

  Oh, God. I still have feelings for him. The thought was depressing and irritating. I didn't want to be in love with Brant, not after all these years, not after how I treated him. I just wanted to clean up Mom's house, get it on the market, and get on with my life.

  I absolutely did not want to fall in love. I did not want my guilt over how I treated him when I left to get worse. All of those emotions were useless, they just made me feel like shit and they didn't change anything. I was still leaving as soon as the house was ready to be sold, no matter what I felt for anyone.

  No. I refuse to love him. Loving him will get me nowhere, and I have control over my own feelings. Once this fight is over, I'll have him take me home and forbid him from seeing me again. Somehow that seemed like it would be impossible, but I had to follow through.

  If I fell in love with him, I would be stuck in Bell Bend. I would be stuck in my past, instead of focusing on my future. And how could I love someone that willingly went into a ring where he might die? How could I love someone that risked so much just for some money?

  He fell to the ground with a kick, but scrambled back up again. His face was red and sweating, like he was in a lot of pain. At some point, his eyebrow got cut, and blood was streaming down his face.

  And then things changed. Brant finally got a punch to connect, and sent Nathan reeling. Even though Nathan was heavier, Brant was more skilled and had the harder punch. Nathan seemed tired, too, and was panting heavily as he backed away from Brant.

  Could the tides have turned like that? Would it really be that easy for Brant to win after all? “Come on, Brant!” I yelled. “You can do this! Kick his ass!”

  It felt good to root for him. He glanced up at me, and then punch after punch hit Nathan on his chest, arms and face. Nathan got a few more punches in, but each one made him more tired. I kept rooting for Brant, screaming for him to beat the hell out of Nathan.

  It was thrilling, even though it was terrifying.

  –

  Her voice was all I needed to find my strength again. Everything she did solidified the idea that we belong together. This all happened for a reason. I need to fight to have her!

  Nathan managed to grab me and pin me against the walls of the ring. I struggled to get free, slamming my arm down against his shoulder until he finally pushed back and away from me.

  I knew that Nathan wasn't the kind of fighter that was used to losing, and he wouldn't let me win easily. Not even with him being as tired as he was. I would have to work for my victory.

  I slid fo
rward and gave him a swift uppercut, pushing him back. Grabbing him, I pulled his head down to my knee, just once, but it was enough to disorient him. He was swaying as he stood back up, and one last punch sent him to the ground.

  Knocked the fuck out!

  The crowd shouted as I celebrated, screaming and grabbing the gate that surrounded the ring. Looking up, I saw a huge grin on Vivian's face as she watched me. I raised my arm and shouted at her. She mimicked the movement.

  I fucking loved her.

  After the short celebration and being handed my check, I bounded up the stairs to take Vivian's hand. There would be more fights after me, but I knew she didn't care. I definitely didn't care! I just wanted to get out of there and spend more time with her.

  “That was terrifying,” she said as I pulled her out into the cool night. She pressed her body against mine, shivering. Taking off my leather jacket, I draped it over her shoulders.

  “Yeah, but I was pretty fucking great, wasn't I?”

  She laughed. “This cockiness is new, too!”

  I stopped, grabbing her arm and spinning her to face me. I tipped her face up, and I wanted so bad to kiss her again, but I didn't. “Do you want to go grab some drinks or something?”

  “Um,” she said, hesitating.

  “Please. Just a few drinks to celebrate. Plus, that bartender I told you about, she would love to hear about the fight and how I beat the shit out of Nathan Harwood. She might buy us all of our drinks for the night!”

  She laughed again, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. I'll get some drinks with you.” She took my arm and let me lead her to my car. Her soft body being so close to mine (in such a tiny dress) was already stirring my hormones, but I knew I had to play this right. If I wasn't a gentleman, I would ruin my chances with her.

  Vivian didn't deserve some horny asshole that just wanted to fuck her and leave her. She deserved someone that loved her and cared more about her feelings than her pussy.

  But still, 'Little Brant' was thinking all about her pussy while we drove to the bar.

  Chapter Five

  Before I left, I never had the chance to really drink or party. I was only just 18, and I wasn't a party girl until my first college boyfriend turned me into one.

  The bar was near the diner, and it seemed really busy. The parking lot was pretty packed full of cars, all of them much older than Brant's. That was just how it was in Bell Bend. The people were pretty poor, in spite of the somewhat large houses we all had. The land was cheap and the houses were old.

  My mom had dial up internet until my sophomore year of college, we were such a small town. I was pretty excited with that upgrade. I think it was the last one we've had.

  “This is my usual haunt. I come in here… well, more often than I'd like to admit,” Brant said bashfully. His eyebrow had been taped up to stop the bleeding. His cheek was swollen, too, but he otherwise seemed perfectly fine.

  We went inside and Brant told the bartender all about the fight. She was enthralled, but she looked at me suspiciously. It made me uncomfortable, but I just stood back and waited for Brant to order our beers, then he led me to a table near a group of men playing darts. A big group of middle aged women were all wearing jean skirts and cowboy boots, dancing in the middle of the room.

  “So, why did the bartender give me such a mean look?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound casual. “Is she your girlfriend?”

  His eyes bugged out as he gulped down a mouthful of beer. “No way! I mean I've tried to ask her out, but she's not interested at all. I think she's just protective of me. I've had a few shit girlfriends over the last few years, and she gets to hear all about them.”

  “Ah,” I said. “I know how that is. The shitty exes, I mean.”

  “You have some, too? I don't believe it. Who would do anything to fuck up a relationship with you?”

  I laughed and shrugged. “Well, two different men, it seems. They both cheated on me, and then went on to date the other woman for a good long time.” Sighing, I rolled my eyes and gave him a sarcastic grin. “College is a whole different world, especially compared to a small town like this. You don't really get to know anyone, even if you're fucking them. There's a lot of secrets that just never come to light, and guys… well, I never really found someone that quite lived up to your legacy.”

  I was talking too much, saying shit I shouldn't say, but the beer was already getting to me and I felt the need to apologize. “I'm sorry. For how I treated you, I mean. You deserved better.”

  “It's fine, Viv. Shit happens. We were both young.”

  “Yeah.”

  I pounded my beer, feeling a little buzzed. It was a nice bar, surprisingly, but I didn't feel like being there anymore. “You wanna come back to my place?” I asked. I didn't want to go home alone, and I missed the way his hands felt. “I want you to come back to my place with me,” I added, since I saw that he was going to try to say no.

  He looked at me for a good long while, then nodded. “Alright. Let's go.” We left the bar.

  As soon as we got into my house, his mouth was on mine. Sudden unexpected emotions forced themselves upon me as I realized this felt right. Lust washed over me, but maybe that was just because of how drunk I was.

  Brant broke the kiss and tipped my head to the side, revealing my neck. His lips left quick kisses on it before he bit down just hard enough to raise goosebumps on my skin.

  “Ahh,” I moaned, gripping his suit. He bit me again, then pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and draped his arms over the back. It was clear what he wanted.

  I thought for a second, then took a deep breath and bent down. My black dress hiked up over my thighs. Brant leaned back against the couch, smiling in anticipation.

  Closing his eyes, he looked innocent for just a moment, but I knew that something much less innocent was hidden in those pants. I slid my hand up his thigh, gripping his muscles and enjoying how hard they were. I wanted him to feel in every movement I made, just how much I wanted him.

  Taking the clasp of his buckle, I pulled it loose and slid the thick leather out from under him. My dainty hands pulled at Brant's pants, unbuttoning the clasp and pulling down the zipper. Brant sighed happily, running his hands through my hair.

  His touch sent a shiver down my spine as I prepared to take him into my mouth for the first time in 4 years. Anticipation was building up within me.

  Tossing back my hair, I grabbed his pants. He lifted himself so that I could easily pull them down to his ankles, along with his boxer briefs. As soon as I saw his glorious cock, my eyes widened and I held my breath.

  That was the cock I had been missing for so long. God, it looked delicious. It was so beautiful and so big, and it was already half hard and ready for me to take it. It twitched while I looked at it.

  Licking my lips, I took his penis in my hand and gripped it tight. Merely holding his unbelievable cock in my hand forced a moan from my lips, a shiver down my spine. The muscles in my lower abdomen began to tickle and my mount was hot and starting to become quite wet.

  In a word, I was fucking horny.

  My eyes flicked up at him, and I caught him watching me with a smirk on his face. His hand left my hair so that his arm could drape over the couch again, allowing me to take complete control over his prick.

  “I'm going to suck your cock until you cum down my throat,” I told him, flashing him a grin. I was feeling suddenly very slutty, and it felt damn good. Brant smiled back down at me, his rebellious jaw set, then leaned his head back and waited for me to get started.

  His cock was so smooth, and it twitched in my hand. Moving it up and down, I allowed his foreskin to slide along with my hand. He shifted in his seat, his stomach muscles tensing then relaxing.

  After only a few seconds, precum began to leak from his prick. I was absolutely salivating while I watched it. I wanted to taste it so bad, so I leaned forward while pushing my hair over my shoulder to get it out of the way.

  With my tongue hel
d out as if I were about to taste an ice cream, I pressed my wet muscle against his velvety skin and tasted his salty precum.

  “Ah,” he sighed, his fingers scratched against the couch.

  I took that as a good sign. Opening my mouth as wide as it could go, I placed it over his cock. Only taking the tip of his prick into my mouth at first, I sucked hard on it and teased him. He sucked in a hot breath and held it as I played with him.

  His precum was a salty, naughty taste in my mouth. I took another inch, then another, until his manhood was in my throat. Looking up, I saw that Brant brought his hand to his mouth and was covering it in an attempt to keep himself quiet. He muffled a moan behind that fist, which made my cunt drip.

  A quick movement and his whole member was deep down my throat. My gag reflex was going to kick in at some point, but I held myself down as long as I could. Brant's thighs were quivering beneath me. It felt so good to give him pleasure like that.

  The hand that wasn't covering his mouth was gripping the couch tight as he writhed in ecstasy.

  With a few coughs and sputters, I lifted my head and choked in some air. As soon as I was composed I went back down, though, stuffing more of that cock into my mouth. With my head bobbing up and down, I teased him and sucked him as much as I could.

  He gasped and moaned beneath his hand, his hips scooting down so that he could get closet to me.

  I pulled my head up and looked at him, waiting for him to notice that I stopped sucking him off. “Now, I'm going to ride you until you come in me. Are you ready?”

  He only nodded eagerly, holding my hips as I stood to guide me over him. He watched me with those fierce eyes as I kicked off my shoes and hiked up my dress. Pulling my panties to the side, I revealed my glistening cunt and showed him that I was completely ready for his huge dick to be inside of me.

  Stepping up onto the couch, I grabbed Brant by the shoulders and used them to keep me steady. He cradled my hips and back with surprising tenderness and strength, not allowing me to fall as I positioned his prick at my entrance and lowered myself onto him.