His Captive Toy

by Sophia Gray

  I look just like my engagement ring, she mused. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason why she felt so comfortable with that dress. When Teresa pictured Vance’s face when he watched her walk down the aisle, tears came to her eyes, and she wiped them off with a small laugh.

  “Well, nice job, girls,” she congratulated her friends, turning around so they could see her. “If it had not been for your persistence to force me to try God knows how many dresses, I would never have found this one. You are the best!”

  She felt like her wedding, her love, and her life were finally coming together, and she could not help but throw herself into her friends’ arms. They caught her in a warm embrace, all laughing and telling her that she was the most beautiful bride in the world.

  “Damn, girl, if Vance weren’t going to marry you, I would!” Eva exclaimed, kissing her on both cheeks. Teresa burst into laughter. She paid for the dress, the crowned veil, and the shoes, which Anna had promised she would pick up the day before the wedding, and went home.

  Vance was not there: he had been out a lot lately, but Teresa assumed it was normal. He had to pick up a lot of stuff from his old place, plus the things he had been moving from his new place to her house. He also needed to pick up a tuxedo and was taking care of other wedding arrangements, so it was normal that they would not see each other as often.

  She went to sleep missing him but excited at the same time. She would be married to him in three days, would finally be rid of her father, and would start a new life with a man who adored her and wanted to be with her.

  She heard the door opening and looked at the time: it was past midnight. Vance was fumbling about her apartment, and Teresa heard him drop his shoes at the entrance before entering the bedroom. She rolled over and turned on the light, startling him.

  “Jeez, Tess, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Vance said, one hand on his chest.

  Teresa chuckled, half asleep.

  “Sorry. Hurry up and come to bed.” She motioned for him to come over. Vance did not need to be told twice. He got undressed and crawled under the sheets, spooning her. She felt his naked skin against her body, and when she got closer to him, she also felt something else that made her smile. “Someone’s in a good mood,” she said, rubbing her butt against his growing crotch.

  Vance groaned. “It’s only logical when I come home and find you half-naked in our bed,” he whispered in her ear, and it sent shivers down her spine.

  “I am not half-naked; I’m in my pajamas,” Teresa clarified, but she also intensified her movements. Vance grabbed her hips and rubbed closer to him still, making her feel his pulsating shaft against her cheeks.

  “There’s no difference.”

  Teresa turned around, and her hands traveled to the waistband of his boxers. She slid them down, freeing his throbbing sex, and rounded it with both hands.

  “Then I apologize. I’ll take care of the matter personally,” she assured him with a giggle. Her hands started moving up and down slowly. Every time she reached the tip, her fingers would linger for a moment, drawing ragged gasps and moans from Vance’s lips. Just seeing him twist like that under her touch was enough to fuel her wettest dreams for a week.

  Teresa left a trail of kisses over his neck and Adam’s apple. Her hands took a firm grip on Vance’s shaft, and as her lips continued to travel south, her fingers never stopped moving, twisting and sending shivers of pleasure down Vance’s spine.

  Vance could now only see the crown of Teresa’s head, and she knew he liked where this was going: he could not repress his moans anymore. Teresa rose up a bit, kissing and tracing with her lips the black ink of the tattoo at his hip. Vance moaned as Teresa’s lips got closer to his crotch. Panting, Teresa leaned back a bit and took a few gulps of air.

  Vance gave her a hungry look and smiled at her – he clearly loved seeing Teresa like that, all sweaty with swollen lips and cheeks flushed red. He bent forward and tried to catch Teresa’s lips in a kiss. He failed, though, as Teresa placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed. She would not relinquish control so easily.

  “This one is on me,” she reminded him with a hint of a mock threat. Vance remained quiet with a smug smirk on his face that promised vengeance on Teresa. She was dying to have that as well.

  She granted him a quick kiss and then went back, straightening her stance between Vance’s spread legs. Vance seemed to struggle not to produce an obscene grunt when, finally, Teresa closed her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue licked and twisted around the veined flesh, pulling heavy groans from Vance’s mouth.

  Teresa sucked him, bobbing her head up and down first at a slow pace and then slowly increasing it – and the faster she went, the more agitated Vance’s breathing became. Teresa worked the rest his cock with her hand, and the wetness and warmth of her mouth sent shivers through Vance’s body.

  His eyes, half-lidded, were fixed on Teresa’s head buried between his legs. She kissed the tip and his underside, moist and heated, dragging out heavy moans from Vance that were sending her over the edge.

  He shuddered, and Teresa used the right amount of teeth around his cock as she sucked him, making Vance heave desperately. He reached down and cupped Teresa’s neck, running his fingers over the base of her hair. He did not push her head to change the pace – it was perfect, as Vance’s constant groans indicated and Teresa understood it. He just rested it there, rubbing circles around her neck.

  Teresa’s skin bristled, and she smiled, satisfied. Then Teresa buried her tongue in the slit and Vance bit his lower lip. She felt his cock deep in her throat, her cheeks throbbing and tight around it. Inadvertently, he thrust his hips and Teresa sank deeper into his cock, muffling a low groan.

  She drew back to catch her breath and glanced upwards, her eyes watery and glistening under the city lights that enter through the window. Vance tightened his grip around Teresa’s neck and got up to steal a kiss from her swollen, moist lips. He wiped Teresa’s lips clean, and she could not help but exhale a hitched sigh. Once again, smiling, Teresa separated their mouths and, pressing a hand on Vance’s chest, made him lean back on the bed.

  “What did I tell you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’ll be able to thank me after...” It was a given, and she knew Vance would comply, exceeding her expectations.

  Teresa’s mouth was over his cock again – her lips and tongue playing and curling teasingly at the head, lapping and sucking in gently but hungrily. Her fingers wrapped around him, brushing her thumbs and fingertips on the base. When Vance shuddered again, and thick growls came from his throat, she was pretty sure he could not take it much longer.

  With a slight thrust and a soft pull from the back of her hair, Vance warned Teresa that it was time – but she decided to ignore him, wanting to feel every taste of it, and Vance let out another choked whimper as he flipped his head backward, arched his back, and came.

  Pressing his fingers around Teresa’s neck, Vance came inside of her heated mouth. Teresa did not waver and sucked slowly, swallowing as much as she could and giving lazy licks up and down with her tongue before drawing back for air. She had never tasted something so bitter and yet so sweet at the same time, and when she saw his face, she knew immediately that she would do it again.

  Teresa’s sight was blurred, and she was trembling with desire, but she caught a glimpse of a smug smile on Vance’s face. She still helped Vance through the last waves of his orgasm, wrapping her fingers around him again and stroking until Vance’s body lay still on the mattress with a string of muffled moans, his head hanging idly with a sheepish smile.

  Teresa felt filthy and messy, but most of all she felt horny. Vance squinted with half-closed eyes at Teresa. After a few seconds of taking in some fresh air, Vance stretched his arms and pulled her on top of him.

  He buried his nose where her shoulder and neck met and pulled her in closer, grabbing at the front of her shirt. Vance kissed her cheeks, then the corner of her mouth and Te
resa ran her hands lazily over his naked body.

  “You know, after this,” Vance said, still panting, “I might start enjoying coming late at night.”

  “I hope it’s not too late and that you can still reciprocate...” she replied, insinuating clearly that she would not be able to sleep if he didn’t give her a “hand.”

  Vance understood the reference clearly, and in one swift movement he reversed the roles: he was on top, and his hands were hastily removing her pajamas. It took her less than thirty seconds to be completely naked under his touch, and her body shivered, nipples getting hard, as the night breeze rushed across her hot body.

  “I think I’ll get payback right now,” Vance teasingly threatened. As a response, Teresa moaned and opened her legs a bit, showing him the way.

  He started by kissing her mouth, then neck, then collarbone and then her shoulders. He was following a trail that led south, but he was taking his sweet time, and she was twisting under his touch, dying to feel more.

  Teresa moaned when Vance’s mouth caught one of her nipples and the other one was pinched and fondled by his hand. He sucked on her breast and played with the other, making Teresa moan even louder. She thought she could come just from that touch. Slowly, he started kissing her belly and went further down. He took a detour and kissed and licked her thighs, caressing her legs and the inside of her groins.

  When he finally arrived at his destination, she was already wet. Vance licked her, and Teresa moaned when she felt his tongue playing with her clit and making its way through her folds and her lips. All the sensations he was making her feel rushed through her body like waves of heat. His pace was painfully slow, and she moved her hips erratically to deepen the sensation, trying to increase the rhythm. His tongue went into her entrance and when he introduced one of his fingers, she had to bite her lips.

  His mouth never abandoned her entrance as he allowed some room for his hand. One of his fingers twisted inside of her, trying to find her G-spot, while his tongue caressed her clit, eating her up. Teresa cried when his finger hit the spot, and he moved even faster, holding his head in place.

  Her legs twitched at both sides of his head, and Teresa took her free hand and started caressing her own breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching them and twisting them so hard they were red. But it did not matter: all that mattered was Vance’s head between her legs, Vance’s mouth on her sex, Vance’s tongue licking her folds and playing with her clit, Vance’s finger inside of her, moving and twisting and making her cry out with ecstasy.

  Vance was all that mattered.

  “Vance, Vance, Vance, oh, God, Vance!” she screamed as the waves of her orgasm washed over her, making her tremble. Her legs gave the well-known spasm, and Vance kneeled there, bent over, drinking her juices. He removed his finger but caressed her clit gently as the orgasm faded, making her twist again at his gentle touch.

  She was dying to kiss him, but she could not move, and it seemed that Vance was not in a hurry. He got to the end of the bed and started kissing her feet affectionately. Then went up and kissed and stroked her heels, her calves, the inside of her knees and her knees themselves. He kissed her thighs and her entrance again, and the mound on top and Teresa sighed with pleasure as a new, yet smaller wave ran through her body.

  He spread small kisses up her body, affectionately kissing her breasts, then her shoulders, neck, and collarbone. She was aching for him to get to her mouth but did not rush him: she was really enjoying that post-coitus moment. When he reached her shoulders, he got down on one arm, kissing her elbow and her hands, and each finger.

  Finally, he looked at her and kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. Teresa closed her eyes, and he kissed her on her fluttering lids, and she did not open them until she felt his hot breath against her parted lip.

  Her heart raced when she felt his swollen lips, which still tasted like her, and his tongue asked for permission. He had a bittersweet aftertaste that mingled perfectly with the bitterness in her mouth. Vance loitered in that kiss, placing his whole body over hers, sharing mutual heat. When they parted, they were both breathing hard.

  They remained silent for a moment, and Vance was the first one to break it.

  “I’ll definitely start coming late at night more often,” he joked, and Teresa chuckled lightly. The moment had passed, but Teresa did not regret that it was over. She jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up before putting her pajamas back on. Vance followed suit, and soon they were both cuddling in bed again.

  “How was your day?” Teresa asked, suddenly awake.

  Vance yawned before answering, “Great! I got more things from my old place and picked out a tuxedo.”

  “I chose my wedding dress, too.”

  Vance embraced her tightly. “I’m dying to see you in it... and without it,” he told her with a grin.

  She laughed and looked at the ceiling. “I think you’ll like it.”

  “I am sure I will. By the way, I have good news!”

  Teresa looked at him in curiosity. “I was sick of my old job, so I applied to a carpenter’s, and they want me.”

  Teresa was surprised. “I didn’t know you were looking for a new job? Or that you knew the slightest thing about carpentry.”

  Vance smiled proudly at her. “I didn’t tell you before because you had enough going on with the wedding. And yes, that is one of my many hidden talents: I can turn wood into many things – just as I can turn you into a heated pool with them,” he teased with a cocky smile on his face.

  Teresa looked at him with one eyebrow raised, but since he had just proven it to be true, why bother arguing with him?

  “Congratulations,” she said with a huge smile. “I’m sure you will do great.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder, and he covered them both with the comforter. Teresa mused for a bit about their future: Vance had already moved in, and he had even got a better job – just because of her. She could not wait until their life together officially began.

  THE DAY OF THE WEDDING finally arrived. Vance had spent the last night at his place for the sake of tradition. Anna and Karin had gone to wake Teresa up early in the morning to get ready. They did her hair and makeup (after all those visits to hairdressers, Teresa decided her friends would be better suited to take care of her) and helped her get ready.

  “Here, put this on,” Anna told her when she was ready. She handed her a necklace and Teresa recognized it immediately. It was a very simple piece with a pendant that had an A and a T hanging together. “Remember it? It was your first birthday present when you got here.” Anna smiled.

  “Of course I remember!” Teresa exclaimed, trying not to cry – it would only ruin her makeup. “Why?”

  “I’m lending it to you, so it can be your something borrowed – since you already have your something blue,” Anna said, pointing at her engagement ring. Teresa smiled gratefully and allowed Anna to place the necklace around her neck.

  “And I,” Karin said, stepping in front of her, “want you to wear this during the wedding. But don’t lose it!” She had a long, thin box in her hand and when she opened it, Teresa gasped. It was the most beautiful bracelet made of silver and with small sapphires linked together.

  “It was my mother’s,” Karin explained, taking advantage of Teresa’s inability to speak. “And it was her mother’s before her. I know you don’t really have any family heirlooms, so I wanted this to be your something old.”

  “Karin, I can’t... This is too much,” Teresa said, struck dumb by the caring gesture. She could not possibly accept such a jewel, even if it was a loan.

  “Nonsense! I want you to wear it. You’re offending my late grandmother by refusing it, you know. She’s watching you and judging you hard. I can even hear her yelling at you: Why does this girl refuse my bracelet? Isn’t it good enough for her?” Karin mimicked in an old, cracked voice that made Teresa laugh so hard she ended up breathless. When she managed to stop, she stretched out her hand a
nd allowed Karin to put the bracelet on. It fit perfectly.

  “Thank you so much,” Teresa said, giving Karin a tight hug.

  It was time to get to the courthouse. Eva and Jane were already waiting for them in Teresa’s car: they would drive her to court, where Vance would be waiting, and then Eva would drive both of them to the restaurant.

  The car ride to the courthouse was the longest ride she had ever taken. She felt jittery and excited. She was dying to tie her life to Vance’s and tell him the words she had never told him, but she knew in her heart that was true: that she loved him. That she did not know how or when it had happened, but that he had stolen her heart, and it would forever be his. That she would die before hurting him, ever.

  The car pulled over, and Anna got out to hold the door open for Teresa and help her with her train. Teresa got out, and Karin handed over the bride’s bouquet, which was made of daisies, just like the ones Vance got Teresa on their first date. It was perfect, as everything so far.

  The courthouse hall was crowded with other people attending to their business, though Teresa noticed many eyes staring at her and her bridesmaids as they went to find their room. Court number 13. She was not superstitious and found the number quite nice, so she laughed when she saw Jane fretting out of the corner of her eye.

  She looked at the clock on the wall: five minutes to twelve. They were right on time. She could hear the rest of her guests already inside, and her heart jumped knowing Vance was in there as well, waiting for her.

  Four minutes until she got married.

  Karin, Jane, and Eva placed themselves behind her. Karin was carrying both rings in a small basket.

  Three minutes and she would start a completely new life.

  Teresa’s heart was racing so fast she feared it would jump out of her chest and escape back to the car they had parked outside, running away from her.