Her Captor

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “Mandy, you suck cock so damn good—ahh!”

  He unloaded his cum down into my throat and I swallowed the thick bitter seed, wiping my mouth.

  He brought me up to my feet and placed his face so close against mine.

  “You’re so hot and wet for me,” he growled against my lips. “I bet you’d be so tight around my cock,” he whispered in my ear, and bit the lobe gently. I gasped as I arched my back and rolled my hips into his, groaning in disappointment as he took his time with me. “Why don’t we test that, huh?”

  Finally, finally he entered me, gently. When he hit the barrier inside me, we both held our breath. I knew this part would hurt, and the look he aimed down at me was almost apologetic as he pushed in abruptly. I cried out as I felt a slight ache, which was overshadowed by desire as soon as he started driving his cock inside me. We moved simultaneously with him pumping into me gradually at first, and faster as the tension kept building. He was urging me to let go, and when he plunged in a last time, I found myself soaring in the clouds. He came so hard that he carried me off the deck. I came too, my body spiraling out of control, overheating like a broken car, as I felt the force of his seed fill me up. I tensed up and by the time it began to loosen up, I was a shaking mess. We lay still for some minutes without saying anything. I’d probably regret this later, when I remembered I had my first time with someone I might never meet again after a few weeks, but I was so content in the moment.

  “That was fantastic. I have never had such an experience before,” I said quietly once I caught my breath.

  “I’m glad to be your first. You’re really hot and sexy, you know.” He chuckled, and I could feel his chest vibrate with the sound. “Why do you hide your figure under those flowy gowns, skirts, and blouses, though? They don’t suit you, but if they kept you from being noticed by other men, then I’ll accept them,” he said, rolling onto his back and pulling me into his arms.

  The weather had changed abruptly and was much cooler. We remained that way for some time, till I started caressing his chest, and we started all over again. We made love until it started raining, and Johnson carried me into the cabin. We showered together, taking turns scrubbing each other’s backs and making love once more. We crashed after our shower for a few hours.

  After I woke up, I went up to deck on wobbly legs to pick up my towel and swimsuit. I didn’t regret any of this, surprisingly; in fact, I trusted Johnson, and I was happy he was my first. I raised my eyes to gaze at the now calm sea and spied a speed boat following us.

  I frowned. It could have just been his paranoia getting to me, but it was a little suspicious. Plus, I was worried, as we may have been discovered by the police after all. I rushed through the sole into the cabin to wake up Johnson.

  I shake him, and he rose abruptly, groping for God knows what before he made out my face. He sighed and apologized.

  “I don’t mean to alarm you, but I just spied a boat tailing us. Could we have been found?” I asked.

  He started pulling on his t-shirt quickly and told me to stay in the cabin as he headed for the deck without answering my question. He had switched to work and danger mode already. At the door of the cabin he turned and said, “My name is Jason DeLaCoeur. After Dad died, Mom created a new life and name for us.” He walked out, leaving me stunned.

  His mother must have been a helpless romantic or a fan of the French to give him such a French name. It sounded so debonair and unlike the name I expected of a criminal.

  Chapter Ten

  Jason

  As I got on deck, I looked around. I knew we were out of shipping lanes, I had made sure of that, so who had been tailing us?

  I started studying the area for details and looking around for any dangers. We were an hour away from Haiti and they had the Haitian coast guard there. I’d be wary of them if we got any closer, but I didn’t think we would have been spotted still this far out.

  I studied the boat to see if it was marked anywhere but found nothing. As I was about to go grab my weapon bag, I saw it.

  There was a boat a distance away from ours, and it must have been the one following us for a while to get to us this far out. I was a little worried that I hadn’t noticed. Two speedboats were being lowered from the boat, and a small panic arose in my throat.

  I ran to the other end of the boat and weighed the anchor. Then I rushed back to the bridge, and as the speedboats touched water, I already had a head start. I needed all my expertise in order to navigate this boat into Haitian waters. I prayed that Mandy didn’t get it in her head to come up on deck as I heard bullets being fired.

  Dammit! No way that could be the cops, don’t they usually give warning first or something? Mandy better fucking not come out here.

  I hadn’t even finished thinking it yet and she came out of the cabin, hiding and ducking against the walls of the boat.

  I growled. “What the hell are you doing up here? I asked you to stay in the cabin!” I shouted over the sound of the engine, getting really pissed off.

  “I came to help, who are they? Why are they chasing us?”

  “Go back in the cabin, I’ll explain later. It’s not safe up here, we need to get to Haiti quickly so that the Haitian coast guard can stop them,” I scolded her. “We’re not here to fight unnecessary battles.”

  “But I can’t go and leave you here! I can at least help—”

  “No, you can’t, they could be police or pirates and if they’re the latter they won’t hesitate to shoot you. They are getting closer and you’re only distracting me, so go into the cabin so I can move this thing faster.” Noting the deadly look in my eyes, she went back into the cabin, as angry with me as I was with her.

  One of the speedboats passed me and was about to cut into my lane, when I swerved the boat to the left, spraying a large mass of water and blinding the driver of the speedboat, causing him to lose control. I hit the speed pedal as I saw the coast of Haiti and the patrol boats. The other driver shot at me and missed, I swerved into his lane, increasing my speed and causing him to slow down as the water spray was too large and the ripples too many for the speedboat to move faster. As I approached the coast guard, I slowed down so I could rush to the cabin and put on my disguise.

  Mandy jumped up as I went in. “Did we lose them?”

  “Yes, but we’re approaching the coast guards and need to wear our disguises. So hurry up and change,” I said as I started changing.

  Adrenaline was still pumping through me and I felt like I needed to punch something. I breathed in and out and went back on deck with our IDs. I checked to see if we were still being followed, but there was no sign of the speedboats yet. When we reached the check point, I presented our IDs as Mandy joined me, and I complained about a possible pirate attack. Just then, the speedboats were seen approaching, and the coast guard set chase after them. It was no longer our problem.

  I anchored the boat in a secure area where we wouldn’t call a lot of attention. Mandy and I packed an overnight bag and went in search of a good hotel by the docks. Mandy was obviously still pissed at me and ignored me as we paid for our rooms at a cozy bedsit. While she was checking in, I ordered a romantic dinner for two in my room. Then I called Mandy’s room.

  “Can I apologize for my tone with dinner tonight?” I asked as soon as she picked up.

  I could hear a smile in her voice as she said, “Yes,” and hung up.

  At exactly seven p.m., I heard a knock on my door. I walked to the door with my gun hand behind my back. I opened it slightly and nearly fainted. I opened the door fully to admire her; she was wearing a short black body contour dress, paired with very high red stilettos and gold earrings. Her lips were painted wild red and she had a dangerous look in her eyes. Her brunette wig only made the whole ensemble hotter and my fingers were itching to pull off her dress.

  I invited her in, my eyes following her lush and curvaceous figure, which was on full display in that dress. If this was my punishment, then I was re
ady to sin every day to be punished like this.

  “You look stunning; remind me to never fight with you again. You don’t punish fair.”

  She smiled and walked around my room.

  “Your room is much nicer and larger than mine. I knew you would get a room like this from how the receptionist was drooling over you.”

  I laughed and said, “You’re welcome to stay here, but with me in it.”

  Another knock signaled our dinner had come. I opened the door with the same caution as before to let the waiter in.

  We moved to the other end of the room where a candlelit dinner had been set, as I turned off the main lights, so the candles were the only light we had as we sat down to dine.

  “This is so beautiful. Just the beauty and thoughtfulness already guarantee your forgiveness,” Mandy told me.

  She plucked a grape from the fruit tray and popped it into her mouth. I couldn’t stop staring at her red sexy lips and I was not sure I could wait till dessert to have her. I walked around the table, pulled her to her feet and into my arms. Before she could utter a word, my mouth crushed hard on hers and I was kissing her with so much hunger and urgency. I turned her to the closest wall, hiking up her short dress. She moaned as I squeezed her ass cheeks and my knees almost buckled when I realized she was wearing nothing underneath.

  I pulled down my zipper and unbuckled my belt, quickly releasing my cock. I wrapped her legs around my waist and entered her in the same motion. I groaned out loudly in satisfaction, my head tipping back as my eyes fluttered closed. It felt like a homecoming. As soon as I entered her, nothing was slow again, though. I fucked her against the wall so hard and we came before I could really enjoy it. I carried her to the bed without pulling out and started undressing her.

  “What about dinner?” she asked, voice husky.

  “I feel a different kind of hunger right now,” I answered, my voice a growl, already getting hard inside her again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Amanda

  I woke up to Jason caressing me.

  “Aren’t you tired?” I asked him, but he responded by sucking my breast.

  He made love to me most of that morning, only hunger was enough to get us out of bed and to the next phase of our plan. It had almost been five days since Michael called Jason and now the next phone call had to be done.

  I showered quickly after Jason, and he ordered a heavy breakfast. Jason brought my things from my room while I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I intended to explore Haiti a bit. We sat down to breakfast and I was so hungry that I ate two sandwiches, some fruit and drank freshly squeezed lemonade. The service was not poor here.

  “Where will we go when we leave Haiti?” I asked Jason.

  “Maybe Jamaica or St. Kitts Island. We will leave once the pirate issue is taken care of. I’ll contact the coast guard later and check on the boat.”

  “What could they have been after?”

  “Pirates will steal anything they can sell or get a good profit out of. One can’t really tell what they are always after.”

  We finished breakfast and Jason went to arrange the things he needed for our next call. I prepared to act again, and although I was enjoying it now more than when we started, I still felt guilty at the trick we were pulling on Michael.

  Jason was ready to make the phone call. I started crying and sniffing in the background as he dialed Michael’s number. He answered on the first ring.

  “How is she?” he asked, voice hard, but weary.

  My heart went out to my stepfather.

  In the same cold voice that had been altered, Jason gave the phone to me. I cried and talked in a tear-filled voice. I knew Michael had always had a soft spot for me and wanted to hear me call him Dad. I used it this time first.

  “Dad, please help me. I miss you and Mom, I just want to come back home already…”

  “Oh, Mandy,” he said in a broken and pained voice. “You’ll be fine, okay? I’ll do whatever I can to save you.” His voice broke a little as he asked me, “Are you being treated well? Are you being fed? I hope they don’t hit you. How are you really?”

  “I’m okay, but I’m being threatened all the time!” I wailed. “They say they’ll start hurting me if you don’t pay the ransom soon. I’m so—” Jason took the phone away and I cried out, acting hysterical and scared.

  “You’ve confirmed that she is well. So, is the money ready?” I heard Jason ask.

  “I’ll pay three quarter of a billion right now. I can’t access a billion this soon,” Michael tried negotiating again.

  “Do you think this is some joke? Do you love your daughter enough?”

  Jason hung up after that, sounding really pissed off. I realized that, if this had been a real kidnapping, I would be without some fingers or toes right then. Why wasn’t he hurrying up? Or… would he have paid if he actually got a bit of me first? I shuddered, just thinking about it.

  “Your stepfather is a selfish dick,” Jason said to me.

  I totally agreed with him, but I was starting to enjoy the acting. I told him so and he laughed at how funny my fake hysteria was. I felt guilty though, because for a second there, Michael actually felt bad, especially when I called him Dad. He just loved his money more, that was all I could say. Not that a billion was easy to part with, but still.

  Jason and I went for a stroll after, still wearing our disguises. I enjoyed the peaceful walk with him and wished this wasn’t all a prank, and we could just stay as we were. We stopped at an antique jewelry shop down the street, and a beautiful bracelet caught my eye. I pulled Jason into the shop, so we could check out their jewelry. I ended up buying the bracelet for me and beautiful star-shaped gold earrings for Mom.

  We continued strolling when I saw an art supply shop. I really missed painting and wanted to do even a sketch of the beautiful Port Morgan. Jason bought me some paintbrushes and pens, and I bought an easel and a sketch book. When we left the shop, I looked for a place to sit and start painting. I got so carried away that I almost jumped out of my skin when Jason touched my shoulder.

  “Come and eat something, the sun is already setting.” He looked at my sketch and said, “You really are gifted.”

  We ate at a beautiful and scenic restaurant. We both ordered seafood with some wine, and although the place looked simply, the chef was really good. I tipped the waitress and sent our compliments to the chef. Jason walked me back to the B&B but didn’t join me.

  “I’ll go check on the boat. Just to make sure nobody got on it and have a chat with the guards. I want to get more information on the pirates. I won’t be long.”

  “No problem. See you later.” I waved him off and went upstairs to shower and finish my sketch before he came back.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jason

  When we got back from our stroll, I was still worried about the pirates.

  They were obviously operating outside Haiti as it was the nearest port to them, and this could delay their exit from Haiti or going further to the south. I decided to check our boat, then check in with the coast guard to see what they had on the pirates. I left Mandy at the hotel after a long kiss that almost tempted me into taking her to bed that minute.

  I strolled to the docks since it wasn’t far from our B&B. I started getting an uneasy feeling as I inched closer to the area where I had anchored our boat. It was kind of dark because of the trees and I was looking around to make sure that nobody was hiding behind them, and I didn’t notice the strange, rough-looking men guarding the boat until I was almost in front of them. They were obviously hired to prevent anyone from getting on our yacht, but why would they do that? I greeted and thanked them and tried to pass.

  “Hello, thanks for watching my yacht. I need to get on it now,” I said, walking forward, but they blocked my path. I started getting pissed off as they stood in my way and asked once more, “Can I pass, please?”

  One of them shoved me backwards. Wrong move on his part.

  “That was a
big mistake, man,” I said calmly, and when he tried to shove me again, I twisted his arm, breaking his fingers and he cried out in pain. His partner rushed forward, and I was about to give him a worse treatment when I heard clapping in the shadows.

  I sighed, already tired of all the antics.

  “Breaking the arms of two men won’t guarantee you getting on that boat. You are completely surrounded, Jason DeLaCoeur.”

  Immediately, I froze, and silently cursed to myself. I’d been careless, but somehow, I hadn’t expected this man, of all people. I knew that voice, I would recognize it anywhere, probably even in my grave. I then understood the pirate attack yesterday. It was Taggart Jones’ doing.

  He walked into the light, so I could get a good look at his face. He was seriously laughing at me.

  “You walked into this one so easily. Where has the smart and cautious Jason gone to? Did you lose him while fucking that rich spoiled bitch?” Taggart gloated.

  I looked at him, keeping my expression blank, and asked, “What do you want, Taggart?”

  He laughed in my face, not answering yet. I looked around, counting the number of men surrounding me and looked for an opening. I noticed one of the men toward the trees was a short, stocky, and ugly ruffian. I could easily maneuver him. I thought up different plans and scenarios to myself, while revealing nothing in my expression.

  “Look at those cold eyes,” Taggart said. “Does she know what you’re capable of? Don’t answer that, I’ll tell her myself in detail when my men arrive here with her.”

  My jaw tightened in anger, but I remained calm. The second I heard him, I should have guessed he had her. They’d probably been trailing us on land, and were just waiting for the right moment, when we were separated, to attack. And I gave it to them. My anger threatened to overwhelm me, but I knew I had to keep it together. If I wanted to save Mandy, I had to know what was going on first and what Taggart knew.