A Captive's Submission (3 page)

She cried out as she suddenly came. She felt the pressure inside her release and her legs began to go weak. He pinched her clit again then slowly moved his fingers back into her cunt.
 
She grabbed onto the chair for support as he made her orgasm last longer and chills ran up her spine.
 

Out of breath she looked at him, his face inches from hers as she stood and continued to support herself with his chair. He grinned, reached into his pants and pulled out his thick, erect cock.
 

"Suck it."

She immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her small hand around the base of his hard rod. She looked up at him, worried she might not be able to bring him the same pleasure he brought her. She opened her mouth and was about to take his dick into her mouth.
 

"No, slowly. I can see you'll need training. That will come later. First use your tongue."

She moved the tip of her tongue over his soft tip, curling it around it. He groaned his approval and she saw a bead of pre-cum and licked it, it reminded her of the ocean. She ran her tongue down his shaft and he moved her hand down to cup his balls. She looked up at him as she ran her tongue back up, feeling the ridges of his cock and then slowly took him into her mouth.
 

She covered her teeth with her lips and took him in as deep as she could then released him. She continued to do this, bobbing her head up each time she slowly took him deeper into her mouth until he suddenly lifted her up by her arms.
 

She saw the intense look in his eye and she was sure she did something wrong when she just wanted to make him come. She was afraid to find out what her punishment would be if living in the cell wasn't considered punishment. She met his gaze as he pulled her up onto the seat with him and she slid her knees onto the seat, his legs between hers. He grasped her face in his hands.
 

"What is it with you? I've never wanted to fuck a woman so badly before." He growled.
 

He roughly pulled her face closer to his and pushed apart her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She was eager to feel him inside of her so she lowered her hips knowing his cock was below. She grabbed his cock with her hand and moved it to her entrance before dropping her hips down into his lap, driving his rod into her.
 

She felt a thin sheen of sweat developing on her skin. Her breathing was fast and when he pulled away from her lips she heard him breathing heavy too. He moved his hands down to her hips and guided them as he thrusted into her pussy from below.
 

He dug his fingers into her skin and she whimpered from the pain but realized she felt even more turned on. She felt his cock spreading her each time she dropped her hips and he pushed into her. She was sure she'd never had a dick so large inside her before and moaned when she felt her pussy begin to tingle with the pressure of her approaching orgasm.
 

"Come for me again Veronica." He grunted as he slammed her hips down his cock again.
 

She nodded, just thinking how badly she wanted to please him. How she would do anything he said. He moved one of his hands in between them and slid his fingers down to her clit. He parted two of his fingers and rubbed his knuckles along either side of her swollen clit.
 

She felt her hips buck and writhed with ecstasy between his cock inside of her and her clit rubbing between his fingers. She suddenly gasped as she felt her orgasm take over. It shook her body and she felt her pussy clench down on his cock hard.
 

He sucked in a breath before he came into her. Her pussy milked his come out of him and she felt his load shoot into her, filling her with warmth. She collapsed onto him, her hips still moving, her face buried in his neck and her arms around his broad shoulders. He moved his hands to the small of her back then slid them up, pressing her against his chest.
 

Once he caught his breath, he moved her off of him and got up. He fixed his pants and looked at her laying on the chair, still naked.
 

"You need some training but you'll do very well. I think this arrangement will work for both of us. I'll have Stefania prepare a room for you to stay in tonight. I'll expect your answer in the morning."
 

He looked calm and collected but Veronica thought she saw something in his eyes that she didn't think was just desire, but as she stared into his eyes she saw them harden and recognized danger once again. He picked up the jumpsuit she was wearing and tossed it towards her then began to walk out.
 

"Wait!" The word flew out of her mouth.
 

Stavros stopped just before he reached the door and he slowly turned around. Veronica stood up, holding the jumpsuit against her and tried to cover up, feeling self conscious once again.
 

"I'll do it. I'll stay here with you. I'll do whatever training you want me to. I'll do whatever you say." She paused and lowered her voice, she couldn't believe what she was about to say. "I'll be your sex slave."

A smile quickly spread across his face then was gone and once again there was something in his eyes she couldn't read.
 

"Good. That makes it easier. You realize, you never really had a choice."

He left the room and Veronica sat back down. His last words rang through her head. She looked out the windows at the sun setting over the water and the palm trees swaying from a passing breeze. She thought about the amazing sex she just had with Stavros and how she craved more of it. She pulled the jumpsuit back on and wondered if she really had a choice or not. There were definitely worse things in the world than being a sex slave to the sexy, arrogant Stavros Theoharis, the richest man in the world.
 

Part Two

Veronica Clark sat in the large room where Stavros had left her just minutes before. She walked over to the glass wall and stared at the waves as they crashed on the beach. She had no idea where she was.
 

She replayed the last few days over in her head but was too stunned to make sense of it. Just a few days ago she was meeting Dr Andrew Tallingham for dinner when he stood her up, only to have her drugged and kidnapped. That alone sounded crazy to her, but when she added in that Drew did that to help the popular playboy Stavros Theoharis, a multi-billionaire who recently inherited his family's fortune, Veronica couldn't make sense of it.
 

Sure Stavros explained he needed to lay low now that he was even more wealthy. He also claimed to have the insatiable sexual appetite of an addict, but why would he think she would be able to satisfy him? Even with whatever training he said she'd be getting.
Who in their right mind would want her as a sex slave?

She felt herself blush as she thought about how sexy Stavros was with his wavy, dark chin length hair, piercing black eyes, and Greek accent. She was always a nice, shy quiet girl, it wasn't like her to be spontaneous or wild yet she had no other excuse for how she was acting.
 

Stefania entered the room and motioned for Veronica to follow her. As they walked down the hall, she couldn't help but notice Stefania's tight, perfect silver haired bun was a stark contrast to her wavy blonde hair. Veronica wasn't sure what to expect but she was coming to terms with her kidnapping more and more as time passed. She was even beginning to wonder what she was so upset about to begin with.
 

She was taken from her dull, ordinary life. Sure, she just moved to a new city and started her dream job as a newspaper reporter but now she was on a tropical island surrounded by wealth she never dreamed about. And the best part–it was all courtesy of the disarmingly handsome billionaire Stavros Theoharis.
 

She was impressed by the simple hallway with its elegance mixed with casualness. The cream colored walls played off the terracotta ceramic tiled floor. She stopped at one point to admire a tall vase with a narrow neck and flared rim. It had a beautiful blue and white Asian floral motif that Veronica recognized as from the Ming dynasty from her many museum trips as a child. As she reached out to touch the vase, wanting to feel the etching of the flowers, Stefania spoke from behind her.
 

"Stavros has always had exquisite taste. I helped him locate this Ming vase at an estate auction. He has quite a collection." Stefania smiled as she spoke about Stavros. "He was my best student."

"Student?" Veronica began to follow Stefania back down the hall.
 

"Yes. I was Stavros's nanny for years. His father, Khristos, hired me to educate him as a young boy. As Stavros grew, he found more reasons to keep me around even though I eventually reached the end of my educational knowledge. Eventually I was let go since I was no longer needed, but when Stavros's father died and he began to build this compound, he called and asked if I could help manage the staff. As I'm sure you've already seen, he is a hard man to turn down. He was like that even as a child."

Veronica thought it was odd Stavros would hire his former nanny to manage the staff and wanted to ask her more but they finally reached a set of large double doors at the end of the hall.
 

"These will be your quarters. I hope they are up to your standards."

Veronica thought she saw the faintest smirk on Stefania's face as she said that and realized she was trying to be funny. She wondered if they somehow were back at the dreary cell where she awoke in chains but then Stefania threw open the doors and stepped inside.
 

The room was a pale shade of purple, Veronica's favorite color.
 
In the center of the room was a white, modern leather sectional. In front of it a glass coffee table in a rounded triangular shape, the base was a made with a simple wooden hinge. As she approached the table, Veronica noticed etching on the longest edge of the thick glass. She kneeled to look at it and saw it was a signature. Isamu Noguchi, the famed sculptor.
 

The back wall of the room was all glass and as Stefania opened the multiple sliding glass doors, the white sheer curtains began to blow with the sea breeze that entered the room. Veronica thought it was perfect and inhaled deeply the fresh, salty air and closed her eyes as she listened to the waves crashing on the beach.
 

She opened her eyes and saw Stefania go though another set of double doors so she followed her. She hadn't realized the room was missing a bed until she entered the bedroom. It occurred to her that her captive chambers were larger and much more elegant than her apartment back home.
 

The bedroom had a large bed against the far wall. The headboard was arched and upholstered with an ivory tufted fabric, white sheer curtains flowed down from the ceiling and draped along the sides of the bed. Pillows of different shapes and sizes were strewn atop of the bed along the headboard and the rest of the room was decorated with fresh tropical flowers.
 

"This is beautiful!" Veronica said as she looked around.
 

"It should be. It was designed with you in mind." Drew stepped out of an adjacent room. "I made sure you would like it. I was just adding some finishing touches" He paused to look at her for a moment before motioning to the room. "Stavros isn't a stupid man. He knows people are motivated by wealth."

Veronica eyed him suspiciously and wondered if the wealth was why she agreed to this, she still wasn't sure. Dr. Andrew Tallingham, or Drew as he preferred to be called, was the real reason she was there. She was supposed to meet Drew for dinner after spending a couple of months talking to him online and on the phone. Never in a million years had she thought he was simply collecting information to find the perfect sex slave for Stavros. Drew even called her a natural submissive, which upset Veronica greatly.
 

She didn't say a word to Drew but she did think how nice it was to know that he really did listen when she spoke. She was always quiet and shy, but for whatever reason she was able to open up to Drew. She chalked it up to desperate loneliness. Looking over at him she couldn't help but think he was very handsome with his dark features and tall, lanky frame.
 

"Why are you here?" Veronica asked and realized it took almost all her courage to do that, but she was hoping that if she was rude enough he would go away.
 

"Because when Stavros put me in charge of locating a suitable woman for him, I wanted to make sure she was going to stay. There's only so much I can do with unwanted females in my lab." He laughed evilly and didn't seem to care that no one else understood his joke.