Captivation Want Nothing But You Novels & Stories

He put the phone in front of her face. “I…I…I…” she stuttered. He exhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. “Speak!” his voice thundered. “Father…” her voice faltered as she tried to fight back the tears. “I need you, I really need you. I am in danger, Camila is in danger. Someone…” she looked up at him and looked away immediately, “These men have taken me captive, they won’t let me go, if you don’t come…” “Tell them not to do anything funny,” he whispered.

Cole reached through a higher hole, thick fingers finding her clit rubbing rough circles that made her moan around his shaft, vibrations humming up his length. He plunged two digits into her pussy, the squelch loud in the hold, knuckles grinding her G-spot with brutal precision. The van swerved gently around a curve, centrifugal force pressing her harder onto his fingers, her walls fluttering. "Cum for your captors," he ordered, pinching her clit. Climax ripped through blind, bound, she squirted forcefully, hot arcs captured in an empty water bottle he thrust beneath her. The scent sharpened, her release tart and pungent.

whispered, again collided his lips, this time it was sensual; soft and rhythmic like a lover wants to have a feist over his beloved, “I want you thinking of me,” *captured again* “I want your eyes on me… *capture* when I make love to you,” I grabbed him from his nape, “I want your hands on me… *capture and pant* every time… all the time, oh baby ahm,” I tightened my grip around him,

CHIARA I shake my head a bit to shut out the "love" thought. I and this man still have a lot to talk about. "Hold up mister. You kidnapped me, you drugged me, you raped me, you chained me up and locked me up in your dungeon and you fucking drank from my blood!! And you are calling me yours? I don't belong to you!" "You don't belong to me, you belong with me." I ignore his words and get up from the bed to start pacing.

On our wedding anniversary, Eugene tied me up on the rooftop of an unfinished building. He sat calmly before me, playing a video with deliberate slowness. In the video, my father knelt repeatedly, begging Eugene for my sake. My eyes burned with rage, but Eugene kicked me violently, snapping, "Do you feel distressed seeing your father like this? But how can it compare to even a fraction of the sorrow I felt when I lost Megan?" The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream.

My legs shook as I climbed back through the window, afraid of slipping off the roof’s edge. “I’ve done what you asked,” I gasped, the words spilling out of me like an automatic reflex. The moment I spoke, the lingering enchantment snapped, and I collapsed to the floor. My hands clawed at the carpet as I fought to steady myself. “As I said,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice calm but threaded with threat, “my goal is to keep you alive until you carry my offspring to term. I won’t harm you. But I can make you do anything I wish—humiliate you, take you to bed, make you beg. Choose wisely. Make conception easy, and the sooner our fates will part.”

"Look, I have money. I can give you money. How much do you want?" But her muscular captor shook his head. "No, Chloe, you don't get it. I want YOU. Not money. Not status. Not anything. Just you." He stroked her hair. "I have seen your videos, so I know how little you know of real pleasure. That will soon change. Soon you will know true sensation, exquisite sensation, unlike anything you ever imagined. I will make you CUM, sweet Chloe, and you will be mine. When I am done with you, you will willingly be mine. You will learn to embrace a life as my submissive, with me as your Master."

“Dripping down my balls like a desperate slut.” I sob, curse, but my hips lift—pleasure coiling, dark, unwanted. He chokes me with one hand, spits in my mouth again, yanks my hair, pounds harder. “Scream, dove. Give me those pretty moans you save for your vibrator.” My body betrays me—orgasm building, sick, filthy.He knows. “Come on your captor’s cock, you lonely little slut.” I'm sobbing into his glove, tears streaming down my face, but my hips are lifting to meet him, chasing faster and faster, following his every pound with its brutal, squelching intensity, my cunt clenching around his cock like it's starving for more.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

He threw his jacket on the chair and called Antonio. “Where are you? Some people dare to make love in my office! Quickly clean up this mess!” He then terminated the phone call without waiting for an answer. “Do you also... frequently do that with your captive women in this place?” Poppy unconsciously expressed the contents of her mind. “My captive woman is only one,” Robin stated flatly as he sat down and turned on his computer. “Sit down. Don't stare at me all the time.” Poppy gave a faint smile, realizing that the captive girl Robin was referring to was herself. “Well. So, do I need to practice shooting now? Let's just cancel it.”