His Captive Toy

by Sophia Gray

  Vance’s hands ran over her body, caressing her over her clothes, and Teresa felt a sudden hatred for them. She wished their clothes were gone because she needed to feel him, to be as close to him as possible without any barriers. She knew that if she did not have him right there, right now, she would go crazy.

  “Wait, wait...” she muttered between the hungry kisses. Vance parted and looked apologetic for a moment.

  “Oh, sorry, you’re right, we can’t...” he started, losing his train of thought mid-sentence.

  Teresa did not think it was possible to want him more, but after watching his reaction, her desire had risen even further.

  “Get in the back of the car,” she said, and when he understood what she meant, a lusty smile adorned his lips. Vance got comfortable in the back seat, and Teresa kicked the front seats up before getting in herself.

  She closed the car’s door and was on top of Vance, kissing him again. The steam from their bodies heated the air around them in her car, creating a layer of mist that soon fogged the windows. Sat astride Vance, she started leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline, his collarbone, and his bare chest, as her hands had removed the bothersome shirt a moment ago.

  Meanwhile, Vance was working his way through her clothes, and Teresa moaned when she felt the snap of her bra and his hands fondling her breasts, finally free from their prison. She could feel the urging pressure of his manhood against her entrance, and she rubbed against it, dragging hoarse cries from Vance’s lips.

  In a fit of lust, Vance ripped off her panties and pulled up her skirt. She was really glad that she wore a skirt that day when she felt his strong fingers making their way through her underwear, finding her entrance. She was already wet and moaned out loud when Vance slid one of his fingers inside of her, while his other hand grabbed her butt and helped her move up and down.

  He kissed her, and his thumb started caressing her clit. She was enthralled, feeling his caresses on her body, and she needed to have him. Still moving, her hands reached his crotch and managed to free his manhood from his pants. He was fully erect, pulsing and ready to have her, and she did not want to make him wait.

  She drew Vance’s finger from her and placed herself on top of Vance.

  “W-wait, Teresa, we have to—”

  Teresa silenced him with a kiss before whispering in his ear, “I’m on the pill. Always have been.”

  Vance instantly pulled her up and slid inside of her, crying with pleasure. Teresa moaned when she felt him growing hard inside of her and started moving fast and passionately. The car moved along with them, but she never stopped. Vance was reaching so deep that she thought she would lose her mind, and when he kissed her, she knew she would not last long.

  The same could be said of Vance, who was trying to keep up with her rhythm. Teresa tightened her grip around his neck and cried out when she felt the known heated wave of orgasm rush through her, just as Vance came inside her.

  She remained seated on top of him, panting and catching her breath, her head resting on his shoulder. As Vance held her close, she could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest, and she knew she could really be happy with him, in his arms.

  After cleaning up and getting dressed, they hit the road, heading back to town. Teresa had to go to work in an hour, but she didn’t mind. She smiled as she drove to the city, feeling Vance’s hand lazily caressing her leg. She dropped him off at his place and kissed him before she left.

  “I’ll be home by two. Here’s the key,” she told him. Vance looked at the key, surprised. “Shall I meet you there?”

  Vance nodded, suddenly without words, and Teresa smiled. She knew giving him the key to her apartment had been the right call. They were getting married, anyway, so she didn’t think it was really ‘rushing it.’

  She left for her place, and after a quick dinner and shower, she was off to work again. The night went on as it always did on the weekdays. The bar was pretty dead on a Tuesday night, and she could use that free time to invite her colleagues to her wedding. They were thrilled to hear about it, and Teresa knew it had been a good idea: she was very fond of them.

  She left in a rush when her shift was over and headed straight home. Her heart was pounding as if she had been running, just because of the excitement she felt at the thought of Vance being there when she got home. She crossed the last few streets to her home, and when she got to the building, she rushed up the stairs, jumping two at a time.

  By the time she got to her door, she was panting. She smiled and tried to regain her breath while looking for the keys, but the door suddenly opened, and there was Vance, smiling widely at her. Her heart fluttered, and she threw herself into his arms.

  “Welcome home,” he murmured in her ear.

  Teresa kissed him and, in her heart, knew she was home.

  Chapter 8

  Vance

  Vance had been pacing in front of the door since the clock marked two in the morning, which was why he heard Teresa run up the stairs and search for the keys in her purse: he had been waiting for her.

  Vance threw the door open and there she was: cheeks red and breathing hard, as if she ran all the way home from work, but with a big smile painted on her face. She could not be more beautiful. Teresa jumped into his arms when she saw him, and he buried his face in her hair.

  “Welcome home,” he murmured. She tightened her grip before letting him go and planting a kiss on his lips. He pulled her up and danced her around the living room to a melody only they could hear, and this made her laugh. Her laugh, carefree and pure, was like music to his ears, until they landed on the couch, feeling lightheaded.

  “You are crazy.” She gasped, still laughing.

  “Yep. Crazy for you, Tess,” Vance admitted. He felt drunk with her presence, and he could only think about one thing: her hot body against his.

  “Then I think I may be crazy too,” she said, crushing her lips to his and sliding her hand under his shirt and into the trail of hair she had been dying to touch again since they parted a few hours ago. Vance moaned into her mouth, sliding his hands up her sides and around to her shoulder blades, pressing her breasts against his chest. They broke apart, panting.

  “Shall we go to the bedroom?” she asked teasingly.

  “Fuck yes.” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

  They were so busy kissing and undressing each other that they were not anywhere near the bedroom. After their fifth stumble, Vance grumbled in frustration and picked her up, sliding his hands down to cup her firm bottom. In response, Teresa wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning with pleasure as he pressed firm kisses on her neck.

  Somehow, they made it to the bedroom, and he pressed her up against the wall as soon as the door was closed. She pulled him impossibly closer, and he bucked his hips against hers, both moaning at the feeling of his hardness pressing against her belly.

  Vance left her on the ground and wrapped his arms around her waist before taking a long look at the woman who would soon be his wife.

  “You are beautiful,” he murmured, studying her face and bringing a hand up to brush some loose strands of black hair from her cheek. “I am the luckiest man in the world.”

  Sliding his hand around to the back of her head, he kissed her gently, lightly nipping her lower lip before flicking it with his tongue. She groaned into his mouth, sliding her tongue past his lips and raking her fingernails up his chest. He broke the kiss with a grunt, grabbing her hands and holding them against his chest.

  “I know you like it rough, Tess,” he whispered huskily. He turned her over and pushed her into the wall, adjusting himself at her back with a hand on either side of her head.

  “How much have you thought about this today?” he asked, his warm breath sending a jolt of heat straight to her core before he caught her lobe in his teeth and tugged.

  Teresa whimpered, pushing her hips back and brushing them against him. Vance gasped and moved to suck on the pulse point just under her
jaw. His hands slid down the wall and onto her shoulders, resting there for a moment.

  “How many times today have you pictured me pushing you down on the bed, spreading your creamy legs wide open and burying my face between your thighs?” he whispered, moving his hands down to cup her breasts through her shirt. Squeezing gently, he ground his hips into hers and pressed his lips against her neck.

  “As many times as you have thought about doing it yourself,” she replied, tilting her head back against his shoulder to give him better access. Vance’s heart was hammering in his chest at the idea of subduing her; taking full control of the situation for the first time.

  He swiftly removed her shirt, which fell to the floor, and placed kisses on her shoulders and her back, while his hands still played with her covered nipples. He groaned as he managed to remove the bothersome bra and free her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Teresa twisted and whirled around to face him, and Vance pressed her back against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers.

  “Clothes off now,” he demanded when they broke apart, letting her go and shoving his own jacket off his shoulders. She was very happy to comply, pressing wet kisses to his neck and shoulders as she fought with the buttons on his shirt, and as he tore her pants off. He grunted as she ran her hands through the dark hair on his chest, and she moaned as he pressed his fingers into her hips and peppered kisses along her collarbone.

  Pushing her breasts into his chest, she whimpered as his hands left her hips and expertly pulled down her underwear, leaving her completely naked. Her nipples hardened in the cool air as Vance held her at arm’s length, eyes roaming over the length of her body.

  She arched her back and cried out as he suddenly bent his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking briefly before switching to the other breast. The sensations shot straight to her groin, making her throb, and stopped as suddenly as they started, replaced by his warm breath ghosting over her nipple.

  “You have no idea how amazing you are,” he said, kissing his way up her chest, neck, and along her jawline. Resting his forehead against hers, Vance caressed her cheek and trailed his fingers down her chest, circling her nipple. “You are absolutely perfect, Teresa.”

  Teresa ran her hand down his abs, shivering as they trembled under her touch, and traced over the tattoo she had discovered days ago on his hip. Teresa grabbed the waistband of his jeans and trunks and shoved them down over his hips, grabbing his manhood as soon as it sprang free. Stroking firmly from base to tip, she grinned as Vance murmured incoherently into her shoulder.

  “Talk about perfection,” she whispered, before pushing him back and kneeling down in front of him. Vance tried to muffle out a cry as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before swirling around the tip and taking him in her mouth, but he failed completely. Teresa bobbed her head, and the noises of pleasure she was drawing from him and his hand fisting her hair were making her skin rise and shiver with arousal.

  Vance grabbed her hair tighter, knowing that if he let go his legs would not be able to sustain him. When he felt himself longing for more, he used all his willpower to break the contact and pull her up, before planting a very hungry kiss on her lips.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he told her, before pushing her backward onto the bed and struggling out of his pants where they had gotten tangled around his ankles.

  Vance crawled up between her legs and slowly kissed his way up her white thighs. Teresa was trembling with anticipation as he settled with his lips hovering above her. He placed himself on an elbow and ran a fingertip along her folds, the sensation causing her to arch off the bed with a long moan.

  Vance chuckled at her sensitivity and blew lightly. She moaned again as the cool air on her skin sent shivers throughout her body, and cried out as Vance ran a finger through her folds, running swiftly and pulling back, leaving her throbbing and unbearably empty.

  “Vance, fuck. Please?” She looked at him, her big eyes swirling with desire, and Vance had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold on and not jump on her right away.

  “Please what?” he asked, teasing her curls with the tip of his finger. She arched her back with a groan, trying to get him to press harder. He was definitely enjoying being the one in charge for once.

  “Touch me. Eat me. Do me. But please, please, do something,” Teresa begged breathlessly, hooking a leg over his shoulder and trying to tug his head forward. She felt his chuckle as much as she heard it, throwing her head back with a breathless cry as he slipped two fingers into her folds, followed closely by his tongue.

  He brought her to the edge at least twice, changing the tempo and leaving her writhing under his hand and tongue. Vance was enjoying it so much he thought he would go crazy. Her throbbing sex and the spasms that ran through her legs told him every time she was close to coming, and that was his sign to stop. After a while, he knew that if he went on like that, he would come himself without having done her.

  “Please, Vance, I need you,” she begged, tangling her hands in his hair and tugging upwards. Giving her clit a final firm lick, he let her pull him up and trailed kisses along her stomach and swirled his tongue around her areolas.

  Vance settled between her legs and kissed her deeply, positioning himself at her entrance as she clung to him, nails digging into his back. Pulling back from the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows and gazed into her eyes.

  “I think you are ready now,” he teased softly, smiling cockily and rubbing his tip against her. Vance ran his free hand through her hair, and she pushed her hips up towards his in response with a moan.

  “I’m going to make you pay for this someday, you know that?” she threatened.

  His smile widened. “Oh, I am counting on it.”

  Vance captured her lips in a kiss, preventing her from saying anything else and thrust gently inside of her. Teresa moaned into his mouth and slid her hands down to grab his ass, pulling him deeper inside. He broke the kiss to groan into her neck as he began to thrust harder, pulling back enough to watch her breasts bounce with each thrust.

  She tossed her head back onto the pillow as he moved, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge, the sensations overwhelming her whole body. She cried out as he sat back on his knees, hooking his elbows under her legs and bringing her closer, the new angle brushing that spot right there with every thrust.

  She slid one hand down between them, rubbing her clit, the other hand caressing her nipple. Vance’s guttural moan as he watched her touch herself shot straight to her groin, and he knew they were both close to the limit. He thrust harder and faster until suddenly he heard Teresa cry with pleasure and felt a wave of heat in her groin.

  Vance followed her seconds later, collapsing onto her with a grunt and erratically jerking his hips. Both of them lay there for several long moments, easing out the aftershock with gentle touches and soft murmurs of affection. Eventually, he rolled off her, fumbling on the bedside table for a tissue box. Grabbing a couple of tissues, he offered her the box before starting to clean himself off.

  “How you could get any work done thinking about this is beyond my comprehension,” Vance joked, shaking his head.

  Teresa laughed in response. She cuddled into his chest and rested her hand across his stomach as he tucked his arm around her. As he traced lazy patterns on her back and her Grim Rebels tattoo, his heart pounded a familiar rhythm under her ear, and she began to drift off to sleep, utterly content in the afterglow. Vance looked at her, already half-asleep in his arms, and the words almost slipped through his lips.

  I love you.

  But he never said them aloud – not yet, not while he was still lying to her. She deserved to hear them when he became really worthy of her response.

  Chapter 9

  Teresa

  The next few days passed like a breeze. Since the night Teresa had given Vance a key to her apartment, they had never slept apart, something that Teresa really enjoyed. Apart from that, they somehow had not managed to see each
other very much. Their schedules were always too busy to hang out. It seemed that organizing a wedding in such a short period of time did not leave one with much free time to spend with the groom, as Teresa had learned the hard way.

  Thankfully, she had her group of friends to help her, but there were still a thousand and one things to do: she had to go to the restaurant to choose a menu, choose a hairdresser and a hairstyle, choose her makeup, choose a band to play at the reception, hand out invitations, and organize the seating arrangement for the guests at the restaurant, and the worst nightmare of them all: the wedding dress.

  Her friends made her skip work and the charity kitchen for a whole day to go dress shopping. Who knew there were so many bridal shops in the area. She must have tried on at least fifty different dresses, completely uninterested in every one of them, until she saw herself in the mirror with dress number fifty-two.

  Her friends, who had been happily chatting in the background, apparently incapable of getting tired, suddenly shut up, and silence fell over them. Teresa could not believe she was the girl looking back at her.

  “Wow...” Anna was the first one to break the silence. “You are stunning, Tess.” The nickname Vance gave her had rubbed off on her friends.

  Teresa smiled at her reflection, unable to speak.

  “I think you have found the one,” Jane gushed. She bit her lip, tears in her eyes, and Tess was surprised when she saw her other friends’ eyes gleaming. She looked again at her reflection in the mirror and had to agree with them.

  “This is it,” she whispered.

  The chosen dress was a mermaid dress in white silk but with a lacy floral pattern embroidered on the right side that ran from below the chest to the end of the train. It was a one-shouldered dress, and what she had loved the most about it was the strap of white-blue flowy material that ran down the shoulder strap. She tried it on with a crowned veil of flowers in different shades of blue, and the shoes were the darkest shade of blue there was.