Captured By You: A One Night of Passion Novella

by BETH KERY

  “I think so.”

  He picked up one of the coils of rope. “Why don’t you lie down on your side while I restrain you? I want to make you as comfortable as possible.”

  Her breasts swayed alluringly as she knelt on the blanket. He noticed her glancing up at him, slightly puzzled, and realized he’d been staring down at her as she lay on her side, transfixed.

  “Okay,” he said with what he hoped was matter-of-fact briskness. He knelt near her feet. “Like I said, this rope is smooth, but be sure to tell me if it feels too tight. It should be snug, but I don’t want it biting into your skin in any way,” he said as he began to tie her ankles together. And what tender skin it was, he realized as his knuckles brushed against her calves. After a minute, he sat back and inspected his work.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” Sherona said. She’d braced herself on her elbow and was looking at her bound ankles. He’d neatly wound the rope from ankle to lower calf. He’d been right. The contrast of the black, winding rope and her pale, smooth skin was electrifying.

  His beautiful captive.

  He scooted toward her waist, absorbing the image of her flawless skin and flagrant curves with his gaze.

  “I told you, I have to use rope a lot when I travel in the wild,” he said, grabbing the other coil of rope.

  “And that’s the only reason you’re a rope master?” Sherona asked.

  He glanced up to her face sharply and saw the small smile on her lips.

  “Yeah, it is,” he replied sincerely. He knew she was implying that he had a lot of experience restraining women, and he wouldn’t deny it was a preference during sex. He’d never done it with anything as hardcore as ropes, however . . . nor did he typically bind a sexual partner at her ankles. The fact that Sherona was letting him amazed and humbled him.

  She didn’t respond, and he couldn’t have said for sure if she believed him or not. All he knew for certain was that she held up her hands for him, her wrists together, ready to be bound.

  “You really are something, you know that?” he said gruffly. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate how much courage this takes.”

  “Thank you for saying that,” she said softly. He just nodded. He bound her wrists at the front of her body.

  “Okay, you’re all set,” he said when he’d finished, realizing he was panting shallowly from excitement. Damn, this whole experience was scalding hot. He grimaced as he stood, trying to ignore his erection, which was increasingly feeling like a ponderous third limb throbbing next to his right thigh.

  He approached his camera and got her framed up. He straightened.

  “Okay, so let’s get clear on our scenario,” he said. He grinned when he saw her eyebrows go up in wry amusement. “You’ve been taken as my captive, but you end up being turned on by the whole capture scenario, too.”

  “Of course,” she said drolly. “How convenient for you.”

  He chuckled. “I’m hoping you’ll think it’s just as convenient,” he teased as he peered through the lens. His finger hovered over the button.

  “Do you want me to look afraid?”

  His mouth went dry at the sound of her low, smoky voice. He acutely felt his pulse throbbing along his cock. Damn, what had he gotten himself into with this woman?

  “Sure. If you want to,” he said, keeping his tone level with effort.

  She didn’t alter her expression drastically, but the whites of her dark eyes showed. Holy shit. He started clicking off photos. Despite the allure of her voluptuous body, it was her eyes on which he focused; they were large, velvety . . . like a doe’s when it recognizes danger.

  Sherona’s eyes were damn near killing him.

  “You’re not really afraid, are you?” he asked as he photographed her.

  “A little,” she murmured.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just relax,” he said as he took one final shot and removed his camera from the tripod.

  “I’m going to take some from above you,” he said, approaching her. He straddled her knees. The motion tightened his shorts over his rigid erection. He noticed those big brown eyes trained on his straining cock and hissed a curse.

  “Excuse me?” she asked, looking disoriented. Her cheeks had grown bright pink now. Her lips had deepened in color as well.

  “Nothing,” he mumbled, lifting his camera and framing her up. “Do me a favor and lift your hands over your head. Arch your back. Now look at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. Ah, too right, Sherona. You’ve got it perfect.”

  “Is this when I’m supposed to start being turned on by the fact that I’m a captive?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with the whites of her eyes in full evidence, stretched before him like a delectable sexual feast ready for ravishment.

  “I’ll let you decide that.”

  He paused when she anxiously licked her lower lip with a quick pink tongue.

  “You’re a tease, Sherona Legion.”

  “I’m just playing the part.”

  “Be careful. You’re playing it so perfectly, I’m starting to believe you,” he said, clicking off photos.

  “Maybe you should.”

  He paused and lowered his camera. For a few taut seconds, they just studied each other.

  “Well, I suppose there’s only one way we’re going to find out if you’re getting turned on or if this is an act. Come up on your knees and spread your thighs. Wide, beautiful.”

  He helped her adjust her position, although he only allowed himself the luxury of touching her smooth shoulders to steady her as she rose onto her haunches.

  “Go on,” he said in a tight voice as he inspected the bounty before him. Her bound wrists rested between her thighs, her arms next to her body plumping her breasts above the binding material of the tank top until they looked like some kind of ripe, succulent sex fruit.

  “Spread your knees. Wider,” he prompted when she did as he said, opening her knees while her ankles and calves remained restrained beneath her resting bottom. He took a decided step back because he suddenly wanted nothing more than to step forward and sink down on that blanket next to her. He lifted his camera.

  “Now put your hands behind your head.”

  She hesitated, anxiety filtering across her beautiful, perspiration-glazed features. He moved his finger, capturing her reluctance and obvious arousal as she slowly lifted her arms, exposing her stretched naked torso and her spread, pink pussy. Her position forced her back into a slight arch, thrusting forward her large, firm breasts. The evening sunlight gilded her naked skin.

  “Lord have mercy,” he muttered as he clicked off photo after photo.

  Chapter Five

  She had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. It appeared vividly pink next to her white thighs, the delicate tissues flushed, the labia lips looking tender and slightly swollen from arousal. His nostrils flared as if he thought he could catch her scent from where he stood. And maybe he could; she was clearly very aroused, and he was nothing if not a primitive animal in those moments, every sense in his body sharp and honed. Moisture gleamed along the tempting slit of her outer sex.

  “That’s such a pretty sight, Sherona. Spread your thighs more.”

  When she complied without hesitation, he caught a glimpse of her tiny, slick opening with his camera. His cock lurched viciously, as if it had a mind all its own and knew precisely where it was supposed to be—buried fast in Sherona’s tight, hot clasp.

  “I think we have our answer,” he murmured as he continued shooting. “The role has overcome you. You like the idea of being taken captive.”

  “I like the idea of you watching me. Seeing me.”

  He paused and lowered his camera. “I see you, all right. I see the sexiest woman I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I want you to see yourself that way, Sherona.”

  “Funny, how you’re doing the looking, but I’m doing the seeing.”

  “What do you see?” he asked, raising his camera slowly.

  “A sexy man who appea
rs to be getting turned on seeing me naked and helpless,” she said with a Mona Lisa smile that pierced straight through him.

  “I’m the helpless one here,” he assured her, clicking off photos in a desperate attempt to capture that punch-to-the-gut smile. “You have all the power in the world. Show me. Lower your arms and touch yourself.”

  He thought she’d hesitate, like she had when he’d asked her to come up on her haunches and spread her knees wide. But she didn’t. She swung her bound hands down and let them rest between her thighs.

  “You’re blocking my view. Let me see the goodies,” he teased, grinning as he snapped off photos.

  She lifted her chin, her glance at him pure, proud hauteur.

  “That’s right, gorgeous. You know you hold all the cards,” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t think she could part her thighs much wider, given the rope restraints at her ankles, but she did. As she split her legs wider, she shifted her torso forward, displaying her magnificent breasts more prominently. He swore she knew precisely what she was doing, presenting herself so erotically. Her expression remained smooth, however, the only telltale sign of her arousal her flushed coloring and the glassiness of her doe-like eyes. He wondered if that potent combination of sensuality and innocence wasn’t what had drawn him to her in the first place, what had driven him to this crazy scheme.

  She lifted her hands as he’d demanded, showing him her sweet, pink pussy. Her taut belly heaved in and out in a subtle motion as she panted. She delved a finger between the fleshy sex lips that had been driving him near insanity for the past fifteen minutes. He knew for a fact how wet she was by the fluid movement.

  Not to mention how glossy her finger looked when she pulled it out of the slick crevice.

  He lost all sense of himself as he stood there and photographed her while she plunged her finger up and down between her labia, rubbing her clit strenuously. He went from a tight focus on her pussy to a wider shot of her entire body to narrowing down exclusively on her face as she abandoned herself to wanton lust.

  There could be no doubt that she’d given herself wholly to the moment. Her pussy glistened with moisture in the soft evening sun, her breasts heaving delicately as she panted. Christ Almighty, if he couldn’t hear the wet, clicking sounds from flesh rubbing together so briskly. When she subtly began to thrust her round hips against the pressure of her strumming finger and a shaky moan escaped those reddened lips, Chance lowered his camera.

  He realized he was gasping for air like he was drowning. He turned away from the essence of beauty and sex, panting. If he kept looking at her, he’d go berserk.

  “Chance?”

  The uncertainty in her tremulous voice temporarily soothed his raging lust. He took a deep gulp of air and turned toward her.

  “I’m sorry. You’re so . . . incredible. This is harder than I thought it’d be.”

  She sat there spread before him, her pussy pink and wet, her cheeks flushed, her large nipples erect, her lips parted. She’d stopped touching herself, though. Knowing it was because of the way he’d reacted cut at him.

  He returned his camera to his tripod. He was so excited, and he didn’t want to ruin the photos with unsteady hands.

  “Will you continue?” he asked her quietly after he’d framed her up.

  She just stared at him for a moment while he existed on tenterhooks. Had he turned her off by turning away like that, overwhelmed? Had he frightened her? he wondered suddenly when he saw her gaze lower to the front of his shorts and his obvious erection. She opened her lips.

  “Maybe in order to get into the spirit of things, you could tell me you were going to do something to me if I didn’t touch myself,” she said.

  Chance froze. “Like what?”

  He saw the elegant column of her throat convulse as she swallowed.

  “Make me take you into my mouth,” she replied softly.

  * * *

  Her own voice struck her as surreal in the hushed meadow. Had she really just suggested that Chance pretend-threaten to make her suck on his cock? She considered her position—bound naked with her thighs spread wide, masturbating before a near stranger—and realized her latest example of wanton behavior wasn’t that far-fetched.

  She studied Chance closely for his response to her suggestion, her heart racing, her exposed pussy tingling with excitement. She so needed to touch herself again. His handsome features had gone rigid and solemn.

  “You want me to tell you that if you don’t make yourself come for my camera, I’m going to force you to take my cock in your mouth?” he clarified.

  She bit at her lower lip and nodded. His sheer incredulity mixing with his flagrantly obvious male arousal both assured her and fueled her unbridled lust.

  “I’m not going to tell you that, Sherona.”

  “No?” she whispered, her pussy screaming out in protest.

  He shook his head slowly, his nostrils flaring. “No, because this is how it’s going to happen: You’re going to keep touching that beautiful little pussy until you scream in pleasure. I’m going to turn off this camera. Then you’re going to take my cock in your mouth.”

  Her heart slammed against her breastbone like a panicked bird in a cage.

  “You know what to do,” he said before he bent to his camera.

  She lowered her bound hands, positioning them so that Chance had a clear view of her pussy. Her clit twanged with renewed pleasure when she slid her finger between the fleshy, creamy lips of her outer sex. She bounced her hips subtly against the pressure. Her moan intermingled with the sound of Chance’s camera clicking away, capturing her image . . . her essence.

  Either her unusual position or the sheer wantonness of her act was causing a singular excitement to mount in her. The nerves in her pussy were so inflamed, so needy of release, they seemed to be sending signals to all parts of her body. The soles of her bound feet burned in sympathetic excitement with her clit. Her nipples felt prickly, as if the still summer air kissed and licked at them. Her lips even felt overly sensitive, needing to be touched, abraded . . . abused a little. She stared hungrily at the thick ridge pressing against Chance’s shorts.

  Her arousal grew so pitched, she began to move her entire arm to stimulate her clit. Since she was bound, both arms moved up and down in a subtle jerking motion as she strained to ignite. She moaned as orgasm loomed, her gaze still glued to Chance’s cock.

  “Spread the lips wide,” Chance demanded. “Bare all of that beautiful pussy to me.”

  She hardly heard him, she was so hot . . . so aroused . . . her nerves burning for release.

  “Spread them, Sherona,” he said in a harsher tone.

  She parted her labia with several fingers, but had difficulty keeping the puffy flesh open, she was so wet with her sex juices. She stirred desperately in the crevice, agitating her clit and bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth against the intense friction. Her nipples pinched tight. A gasp rushed past her lips and her eyes widened.

  “Aw . . . aw . . . ah . . .” Her cry left her throat like a quavering question. Distantly, she was stunned at the magnitude of pleasure that ripped through her, splitting her apart, cracking through her like a whip. Her body rippled and convulsed, helpless in the grip of the storm of desire that racked her.

  A moment later, she blinked open her eyes, feeling like she saw the world anew—the golden meadow, the swaying grass . . . the beautiful, virile man who stood next to the camera, staring at her like she was as novel and miraculous to him as he appeared to her in those full seconds.

  She panted softly, watching him as he hit a button on his camera. Her breath caught when she saw the shutter close. He walked toward her, his features rigid. When he came to a stop in front of her, her gaze was on level with his crotch. He touched her jaw and she looked up at him slowly.

  “It doesn’t matter how many times I tell you how beautiful you are. The words just don’t suffice,” he rasped.

  She closed her eyes briefly. His stare bu
rned her. Their gazes remained locked as he reached down to unfasten his shorts. A pang of renewed excitement shot through her clit. She wanted this. She wanted this so badly.

  Her fingers moved in her slit, soothing the sensitive piece of flesh . . . exciting it all over again. Her gaze dropped over his torso.

  How could she not get excited, watching Chance lower his shorts and step out of them? The boxer briefs he wore were snowy white against his smooth, tanned skin. His muscular legs were covered with brown hair. The contours of his aroused cock were obvious, pressed tightly against the clingy fabric of the underwear. Her pussy tingled as she watched him slide his fingers beneath the waistband and jerk the cloth forward over his testicles and the swollen root of his cock. Sherona waited with bated breath as he slid his hand beneath the shaft and lifted it from where it had grown trapped along his right thigh.

  For a few lung-burning moments, he held his penis several inches from her face, stroking himself. He was beautiful to her; the shaft thick, straight and long, the head puffy and dark pink, the rim beneath it thick and defined. White semen oozed from the slit. She wasn’t surprised; he looked near to bursting. Her mouth watered. The nerves in her lips prickled, needing friction.

  “You’re my captive. You’re going to suck me off, Sherona,” he said with a strange sort of rough tenderness that electrified her with excitement. Warm fluid gushed around her fingers. It amazed her that this sex-play scenario was turning her on, but how could she argue with all that abundant moisture anointing her? She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She parted her lips. He winced and cursed under his breath, his accent too thick for her to catch what he’d said.

  He stepped forward and boldly pushed the thick head of his cock between her lips. She immediately clamped him tight enough to make her ache, needing the friction on her sensitized nerves. His shaft split her lips wide. He placed his hand at the side of her head, holding her stare, and flexed his hips forward, sliding his cock along her tongue, forcing her lips even wider to take his girth. She tasted his salty cum and hummed her approval.

  He snarled in arousal and tightened his fingers, furrowing them into her hair. He fleetly unbuttoned his shirt and parted the folds, the better for him to watch her ministrations. “Suck, little captive,” he uttered, not unkindly.