Chapter 3: Horny for my captor

His lips are softer than I thought they'd be. And it's harder to kiss him than I hoped since he's so freaking tall.

It takes a few minutes for him to relax. His arms wrap around me and he takes over our kiss. I won't stand for that, however, and quickly reach for his cock to get him off-balance.

It works; he's clearly staggered. His mouth unlocks from mine so that he can moan. His eyes are focused on me, watching me watching him lose control. He's hard and large, just as I fantasized.

Before I can get too comfortable basking in my fascination, he half-lifts me and throws me onto the bed. My stomach jumps and the reality of the situation finally settles in my chest. I'm inflamed with wild wantonness and I'm barely breathing. Never, ever have I experienced something like this.

He makes quick work of his pants. The sound of his zipper slipping down is more than enough to get me wet. Wetter.

He doesn't bother pulling off his shirt. His body falls upon mine, and his hungry hands bunch up my nightie until my breasts are bared in the cool air. His mouth latches on to one nipple and then the next with an almost frightening urgency.

The hardness of his cock against my thigh is something I won't ever be able to forget. I am desperate to taste him but I know neither of us have the patience.

My thoughts are confirmed when he pushes my panties to the side and stuffs two fingers inside me. Everything is slick and easy. I pant into his face before forcing a kiss onto him, unable to be without his taste for long. Another finger slips in and I cry out.

Then his fingers are gone and his meaty cock is thrusting against my pussy, thrusting against my clit.

I'm begging nonsensically at this point. He smiles down at me; it's obvious he enjoys the sensation of his dripping cock slipping against my own wetness.

And then he's pushing in and out. It's rough and vicious. Like a barbarian, he bites my breast and pulls my hips closer to him by a violent grip of my ass. He wants to make me lose my mind as much as I want the same for him. This is fucking, primitive and fierce, and I never want to do it any other way again.

He pounds my pussy until I'm shrieking and raising my hips back against him. The urge to come is sudden and I quickly lose any tenuous grip of control I had.

My body shudders. Muscles tighten and release. My cunt grips him like a wet fist, sucking him in with the incredible force of my orgasm.

He curses and fucks me harder. We're a mess of screams and sweaty flesh against flesh.

Then I feel him grow bigger and harder inside of me. His cock inflates with cum until it spills over and into me. He grunts with every pulse. My nails are so ingrained in his back that I wonder if I've permanently scarred him.

As fast as we came together, we pull apart. He collapses beside me. My body is still hungry and thrumming for more contact. I want him inside again, his pelvis rubbing against my clit.

My head turns on my pillow so I can face him. As if this is commonplace for us, my hand reflexively reaches out to stroke his stomach.

"I want more," I whisper.

His eyes slide to me in disbelief.

"I want to stay with you."

His laugh is dry and humorless. "You're a lunatic. You can't."

I'm insistent. "I can."

I tell him all about my life. The words spill out of me unbidden and uncontrolled. He listens to every word and gives himself away when he reaches out to me.

After a while I tell him about how I can stay with him. How I will. How I don't care what's sane or insane anymore, that he's ruined me and he has to deal with the consequences.

He's stopped answering me. I look back at him and find him asleep. How vulnerable he looks when he gives himself a break.

My fingers trail through his hair, over his forehead, down the slope of his perfectly pointed nose, across those soft lips. I give him an impulsive kiss and he murmurs in his sleep.

When his eyes are shut, I'm the captor and he belongs to me.

"What's your name?" I wonder aloud, running my hands over his chest.

His snore is my only response. I'll ask him again in the morning. I want to know him so badly that I'm sick with the curiosity.

And then I fall asleep, confined by his body.