Falling For His Captive

by Flora Ferrari

  “My Carina,” I say, caressing her shoulders with my fingertips. I run my hands over her sides and pull her towards me again for another kiss by her hips. It takes everything in me to remain in control, I could tear off her clothes, throw her on the bed, and take her. But I made a promise. I will make love not just to her body but to her mind. I will give her the most heightened pleasure I can, and that starts now.

  I take in her outfit, a delicate sundress with a silk blouse underneath with long sleeves, and that lingerie underneath. I need her to feel the most pleasure that she can. I start worshipping her body by dragging out the process as long as I can.

  I start with the sleeve on her left arm. Held in place by a button at the cuff, it then features a small slit before traveling up to her shoulder. I reach for her hand and trace my fingers over it, bringing it to my lips, before slowly turning it over and tracing over her wrist. She shivers as I oh-so-slowly undo the button and let the cuff fall open, my fingers moving in patterns over the newly exposed skin.

  I have no intention of stopping there. I repeat the same process on the other hand and turn her slowly so that she faces out to the window, my hands running over her shoulders, neck, and down over her back. My kisses follow them, until I linger on the zipper of her dress, pulling it slowly down, inch by inch. She shivers as it passes down her spine, and I can’t stop a wicked smile from curving my lips.

  I don’t pull her dress off right away. I slip my hands inside the opening left by the zipper, smoothing them over her back, around to her waist, and over her stomach as I kiss her neck. I feel her melting against me, her muscles unraveling, leaning into my every touch. And I’ve only just gotten started.

  I slowly and carefully move the dress down over her shoulders, my hands moving both straps down at the same time, pushing them over her arms letting the dress slip slowly over her body. Each movement is deliberate, calculated, ensuring the most possible contact with her skin as well as the build-up of the desire, of her wish for me to speed up, to get her in my bed. I will take my time with this. It’s the best way to get her ready, so ready it will be easier for her, for her first time.

  She stands in just the blouse and her lingerie, the garment just long enough to cover what she wears underneath. Her legs are bare, and I ghost my hands over her hips before returning to her shoulders and arms.

  I gently turn her around, facing me, and take in the blissed-out look on her face. “Carina,” I say, breathing it next to her ear, following it with a kiss to her neck that makes her groan. But, I have to remember to hold myself back. As much as the desire swells in me and leaves me hard and dying for her, I know the wait will also be worth it.

  I slip the buttons down the front of the blouse open one by one, then ghost my hands over her breasts as I move the fabric back, taking it to her shoulders. My fingers trail lightly all the way down from the top of her shoulders to her wrists as I take the blouse down with them, until I can let it drop to the floor away from her, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

  Now I stop and change tactics. Instead of taking away any more clothing I simply kiss her – and kiss her everywhere. Every tiny piece of exposed skin is mine, and I make sure to trail my fingers over her as I go until I raise goosebumps, making her shiver and moan quietly in the back of her throat.

  “Tommy,” she whimpers, but I only smile. I turn her to face the window again, and run my hands over her back, over the straps of her bra. I unhook the clasp but hold the straps in place, until I can slowly sweep my hands down and push the cups out of the way, replacing them with my hands. I hear her gasp as she leans back into me, as my hands gently squeeze her breasts. They spill over my hands, too large for even me to contain. I release them only to focus on her nipples, swirling a light finger around each of them at the same time until they stand at attention.

  When I take my hands away I hear her gasp again, she must have realized, now, that she’s standing where anyone might look up from the garden and see her. No one is down there, but they could come at any time. There is a risk, even if only a small one, that someone could walk by and look up at exactly the right time to see her exposed like this. If it were to happen, I could quickly whisk her away before they were even sure that they could see something. But still, the risk is half the pleasure.

  I move to kneel in front of her, in the small space between her and the window, and I resume my trail of kisses. All over her breasts, with special attention to each nipple, and then down over her stomach, and legs, until there is only one place left remaining. I slide my fingers carefully under the lace at the sides of her panties and lift it just slightly, bringing it down, the slowest I’ve moved yet. Torturously slow. Millimeter by millimeter, until I feel her shaking below my hands as I finally reveal her pussy.

  I might have thought she was afraid, but I look up and see her face. She is strung out on desire, so ready for me it seems almost painful, just as I am for her. I look down again and see that she’s dripping wet, her lower lips parted, slick, and swollen. I finish stripping her panties away and then it takes only one touch to feel just how much she wants this, my finger sliding forward easily in her slickness.

  I stand with new resolve, buoyed by the hardness of my own erection thick within my pants, and move to stand behind her, revealing her in full to the world beyond the window.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Carina

  At every touch, Tommy drives me just a little bit wilder. I wanted him so badly before we even began, and now I don’t know how I can bear it. I want more – more – always more. How can I be satisfied only with this much?

  He moves to stand behind me, leaving me fully naked in front of the window, looking out. It feels so erotic and charged with risk. There is no darkened room with the lights turned out here like I always thought it would be. I didn’t know a man would ever want to look at my body like this, let alone worship it. But more than that it’s as though Tommy wants to show me off to the world, at the same time as I know that he would probably kill any man who tried to take me from him.

  After he touched me between my legs, I felt like I was going to explode. I want him so badly, even if he just licked like he did last night. I want to release this feeling, feel it wash over me again. The electricity is starting to crackle in my veins, and I need to let it out.

  “I would have waited until later,” he says. “After the food. After more. But I don’t think I can wait. I don’t think I can hold back.” As he speaks, his hands cup my breasts, my ass, run down between my legs. I feel the hardness of him pressed up against my back, both terrifyingly and enticingly large.

  “Don’t hold back,” I whisper, ready to beg him if I need to. “Don’t wait.”

  As if that was all he was waiting for, Tommy spins me around and captures my lips, kissing me hard and hungrily, his tongue searching deep. He moves me toward the bed as he does, then lifts me up and throws me on it, gently enough that it’s still exhilarating.

  He doesn’t climb over the top of me right away, but my complaint dies in my throat when I look up to see him furiously pulling off his own clothes, stripping off his shirt and pants until he’s only wearing his underwear, tented by a very obvious bulge. Barely anything is left to my imagination, and he doesn’t make me wait too long because in one fluid motion he yanks down his boxer briefs and stands proud and naked before me.

  I take him in as he pauses for a moment, his abs, his thickly muscled arms, and strong legs, all so perfectly proportioned against his tall frame. His cock stands tall and thick between his legs, making me gulp. It’s so big, will it even fit inside me? All I know is that I want to find out.

  Then he’s in motion again, crawling up over the top of me, his body above mine. It feels so much more intimate than last time, now with no clothes between us, nothing to stop the glide of skin on skin.

  I watch breathlessly as Tommy kisses me deeply one more time and then moves, positioning himself so that our hips are aligned, takes his length in his own
hand, and lines it up with my entrance. I can’t help but shudder as it brushes against me for the first time, a combination of apprehension and anticipation and need and longing and arousal.

  But he pauses there as he presses against me, not quite yet moving inside. He waits until I look up at his face, and his eyes burn into me, fierce and dark, setting me on fire. “You’re mine,” he says, and I only have time to nod once in total agreement before I feel the pressure of him entering me.

  I gasp out loud at the sensation, stretching – surely, he won’t fit? Surely, this was a bad idea. We must not be anatomically compatible – maybe that’s why there are no other women around here – but the thoughts are blasted out of my head as he eases in a little deeper, and deeper, and deeper still. I find my eyes closed and open them to watch again, seeing how so little of him is already inside me, yet it feels like so much.

  I whimper and pant for breath as he slowly fills me. I never imagined it could feel like this – the sensation of having something inside, something hot and soft and hard at the same time and living and moving – so incredibly strange and exotic, and so unbelievably right. I clutch onto the sheets for support and take large handfuls of the silky material, only heightening the sensory pleasure of it all, the tightness gradually giving way to something else. To a good feeling, to the urge to move, to buck my hips, to have him all the way inside of me. Even if I don’t know what to do, my body does.

  Finally, finally, he seems to bottom out, letting out a groan of satisfaction as he stops moving. Tommy holds there for a moment before drawing back, and then slowly pushing back in, and soon we’re starting to build our own rhythm, to gradually speed up, gathering steam.

  The stars are back and dancing in my blood again, spreading from that point of contact between us, fizzing in my veins and making me start to lose track of who I am or where I am, or what the world around me is. I begin to lift my hips to meet his, desperate to have him all the way inside, the place where it feels most right like he’s always belonged there and we’ve only just realized it.

  I run my hands over his chest, his thickly corded arms, as his hands seek out my nipples, squeeze my breasts, sending extra jolts of pleasure running through me. I hear a loud cry and realize it came from my own mouth, realize that I’m unable to stop it from happening again and again as he thrusts and moves inside of me. I can only think about the fact that I want more, more, more –

  And then Tommy’s driving deep against a spot somewhere inside of me that makes the stars dance in front of my eyes, not just in my veins, and I can’t see or think or hear anything but –

  My body seems to explode and then dissolve, bursting into color, into pleasure pure, waves of it splashing through all of my veins and every single part of me down to the end of each strand of hair, and I lay for a moment completely dumbstruck, only dimly aware of Tommy shuddering and crying out above me before he drops to his elbows, head hanging down, beaded with sweat.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Tommy

  It takes me a long moment before I can move again, reluctantly pulling away from Carina to collapse onto the bed at her side. That was intense, a knee-buckling wave of pleasure spurred on by the feel of her coming around me, tightening and squeezing on me until I had no choice but to let go, filling her with my seed. Looking at her face, glowing and happy, I know it must have been the same for her. Intense – magical. More than we could have dreamed of.

  And I know why. Because only Carina could ever have been able to do that for me. My Carina. Mine, now, and always.

  When we’ve both regained our breath enough to speak, I drape a hand across her stomach, pulling her just a little closer so that I can kiss her hair and bury my nose against it. “My Carina,” I say out loud, just because I love the sound of it and the feel of it on my tongue.

  She makes a small, satisfied sound in the back of her throat, nestling against me just a little more. “That was amazing,” she says.

  “For me, too,” I agree. I slowly trail a finger down between her legs, to feel the stickiness where I filled her with my seed. The very thought sends another burst of desire through me. I haven’t felt this agile since I was in my twenties, how can I be ready to go again? And yet, I feel myself hardening again, as Carina moans and wiggles her hips against my exploring finger.

  “Do it again,” she whispers, so breathy I can barely be sure I understood her.

  “What do you want me to do?” I ask, even though I think I know – I just want to hear it.

  “T-take me again,” Carina says, clearer this time.

  I get out of the bed faster than it might have been thought possible, hard, and throbbing for her again, and come around to her side. I grin at her confused look as I grab her by the hand and pull her towards me, then towards the window.

  “Stand up against the glass,” I command, pushing her forward until her breasts touch the cool surface. She shudders at the cool touch on her sensitive skin, and I take advantage of the moment to reach down and lift one of her knees, resting my hand underneath it as support.

  “What are you doing?” Carina asks.

  I take a second to savor the moment, like this, her body pressed against the glass and her leg raised, she would be completely exposed if someone were to walk by. I dip my fingers inside her and find that she is just as excited by it as I am. I don’t give her any verbal reply, I line myself up with her entrance again and slowly push inside, grunting and sighing in pleasure as her wet heat envelops me again.

  And it is beautiful, the sight of her in front of me, rocking against the glass more and more with each thrust, but then pushing her own hips back, trying to fill herself with me. She pants and cries out at the enhanced sensation this angle provides, letting me get so deep inside her I have to roll my head back and think of something else to hold back from filling her immediately. Slowly I snake my free hand around to massage and rub her exactly where she seemed to like it the most yesterday until she’s panting and exclaiming loud ‘Ohs’ with each thrust.

  She comes riding me like that, one hand against the glass to support herself, her whole body shuddering and shaking with the force of the orgasm that rips through her.

  I’m just in tune with the world around me enough to hear the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel drive out front before I finish, pumping inside her with a shout as I spill my seed for the second time, giving her as much as she can take.

  “I have to leave but I’d better go and deal with that,” I pant against her neck. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Don’t worry,” Carina says, making me grin as she shakily walks over to the bed. “I don’t think I can.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Carina

  I can’t believe how amazing last night was. I’d dreamed, I’d imagined, but I never believed it could be as amazing as it really was. I was already asleep by the time Tommy came back to bed – I was so exhausted and floating on a cloud of bliss that I drifted off waiting for him – but when I wake up this morning, he’s right there next to me.

  I watch him for a moment, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly. Slowly. Just like last time, he looks softer this way, more real. I wonder how many – or rather, how few – people have ever seen this softer side of him. I doubt it would be a large number, simply from his reputation and the way he carries himself when anyone else is around.

  I glance at the clock and stifle a groan. I’ve woken early again, out of habit, even though I could be catching up on my sleep while I’m here. But the truth is, I feel well-rested. I don’t see the point in going back to sleep, and this door locks from the inside, there’s nothing stopping me from going out.

  I steal out of the bed without waking Tommy and get dressed, in yesterday’s clothes, thinking I can get changed as part of my wandering around. Well, if anything, I should have a shower first. Still, I need to go back to ‘my’ room in order to find something clean.

  I sneak out of the room, glancing back over
my shoulder to verify that he hasn’t shifted in his sleep or shows any signs of waking as I leave. Then I start to wander the house again, exploring. I duck into one of the rooms along the hall, and look out of the window over the garden, dreaming a little.

  How amazing would it be to live here? To look out on this view every day? From up here, you can also see the city beginning beyond the wall, but down there it feels private and quiet. I would never have imagined how close we are to everything. It’s easy to see why Tommy chose this as his home.

  Though not quite why he needs so much space for only himself.

  “There you are.”

  I turn at the sound of his voice and smile, seeing him easing into the room bare-chested in a pair of loose pants.

  “I couldn’t convince myself to stay asleep past the normal time,” I explain. “You looked too peaceful to wake.”

  “I thought you might have gone.” He hangs his head for a moment before coming up to join me, turning me back to the window and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I was worried that you took the first opportunity to leave.”

  I melt back against him, his strong chest holding me in place. “I didn’t want to go,” I say. Truthfully, I didn’t really think about it. Even as I registered the fact that I was able to wander around without Tommy stopping me, I didn’t think about leaving.

  If anything, I thought about staying.

  “I’m glad,” Tommy says, kissing my temple, and for a moment we stay like that, locked against one another, fitting together perfectly.

  “Do you really live here on your own?”

  Tommy makes a noise of surprise. “Yes. You don’t believe me?”

  I hesitate. “That’s not it,” I say. “It’s just… it’s so big, this house. It seems strange that you would live here without a family.”