Page 131 of Captive Ruin

“I can’t… too sensitive…”

“How cute that you think you have a choice. Shut those pretty lips before I fill them, and come for me again.”

She moans in frustration, unable to stop me, and that’s the beauty of it. She must think so too, because it doesn’t take as long as I thought it would. She hits her peak once more, every snatched breath a soft little sob.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking sexy, coming for me so hard.”

I begin lapping up her wetness with my tongue, ignoring her squirming as she tries to avoid my tongue. There’s something fitting about cleaning her like this, and I love the taste of her cum.

But I’m ready for more. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I need to be inside her.

Sliding my fingers from within her, I give her pussy a last kiss, then slip off the bed and strip away my clothes. Suit jacket and pants on the back of a chair, shirt bundled and thrown into a corner. I want her body against mine.

“You’re so gorgeous lying there, pussy pink and open for me.”

She doesn’t give me a retort this time, head rolling against the pillow. The blindfold covers the blush I know is there, and I want to see her eyes.

I climb onto the bed between her legs, pulling it away. She blinks a few times, her cheeks flushed and those evocative green eyes finding mine.

“There you are, my beautiful stray.”

Her eyes flick to my cock, and she bites at her lip. “I… need a minute.”

“No, you don’t.” I press the head of myself through her folds and rub it against her clit. She gasps, turning her head to the side, closing her eyes. A low, tortured groan slips from her lips, and satisfaction grips me at the sight of her, like this. Naked, bound, subjected to a new kind of torture, and utterly mine.

“Please… will you at least untie my legs?”

I pause, considering. “If I do, will you be a good girl for me?”

Her eyes open again, focused and sharp. “Do you know I really hate it when you call me that?”

“No, you don’t.”

“It’s infantilizing and derogatory.”

“No, it’s not. It’s protective and possessive.”

She lowers her gaze. “I…” Her eyes come up again, this time earnest. “Do I push too much?”

“No, my sweet. You push just enough to be you. Don’t overthink it.”

“Will you tell me if I do?”

“No, but I’ll spank your pussy.”

“Oh. Uh… of course you will.” She bites at her lip. “Then… no, I don’t hate it when you call me a good girl. And yes, I’ll be a good girl but only because my legs are going numb.”

What a beautiful response. My heart swells, and some of my earlier doubts fade away. Earlier, she didn’t answer my question, but now I wonder if I wrongly assumed the worst.

I pull the slips on the knots, letting the ropes fall. “I’m going to take your cuffs off too, because I want to feel your hands.” I grip her jaw firmly in my fingers and give it a little shake. “But if you disobey me, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

“I once told you I’d never obey you,” she says. “Do you think I should?”

“Yes.” It’s not even a question. I lean over her, tugging open the buckle on one cuff then the other.

She slips her hands free, and before I can catch and pin them, she runs them up my arms to my shoulders. I wasn’t expecting that. I shudder in pleasure, closing my eyes, my cock twitching. Just that touch, and my control is fraying, like I’m eighteen years old again. No one has ever affected me like she does.

It takes me a moment to steady my breathing. If she keeps reaching for me like this, I’ll give her the world and everything in it.