Captive (7 page)

She was so wet, so hot, he could barely keep himself from taking her right now.

“Your body is all I need right now,” he murmured, then drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucked.

He felt as well as heard her sharp intake of breath before he let it go with a soft
pop
.

“Eventually,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers in teasing sweeps. “You'll give me the rest.”

“No,” she whimpered.

“I want everything, Mikayla.”

His lips slanted over hers, swallowing her groan as he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. His tongue darted into her mouth, coaxing her to join him in the play.

Her fingers dug into his sides as she desperately fought submitting. He actually liked how she fought him; he enjoyed the chase, the seduction.

With a deep moan, she slid her palms up his back and returned his kiss, finally dropping that last defense. Her warm tongue twirled around his, answering his demands and sending his senses skyrocketing out of control.

Her fingers moved to the buttons of his pants and jerked at them, freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pants. Tentative fingers gripped his length, and he groaned, breaking free of the kiss.

Mikayla swallowed at his size. There was no way -- no fucking way she could take him.

She shook her head, dropping her gaze to his cock. He was thick, real thick and long. The head came just past his navel. “Sidious, there
'
s no way.” He gave her a small, understanding smile. Cupping her cheek, he again lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Trust me,” he whispered as his lips worked along her jaw to her neck. “I'll fit.”

He took her hand and put it back on his cock, his fingers closing around hers as she gripped the base. She loved sex, but she'd been with very few men in her life. Just in the few minutes she'd been in here, he'd made her feel more than any of the others combined.

His touch was so completely opposite of what she'd expected. He was tender, gentle, even caring. He did things and touched her in ways she'd never expected from him.

His teeth scraped along the sensitive flesh just below her ear, and she dropped her head back against the wall with a thud. She gave up fighting. What he was doing felt so good, she didn't want to fight anymore. She just wanted to feel…to forget, even if it was just for a little while.

His hands moved to her shoulders and tugged the robe down her arms, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Warm, gentle lips moved lower, across her collarbone, then down to the rise of her breasts. She held her breath as his mouth hovered over her nipple. His hot breath blew across the sensitive nub, and she trembled with growing desperation.

“Sid,” she said, then inhaled a shaky breath.

He glanced up through his lashes; then, using his palm, he cupped the underside and pressed upward. His lips encircled her nipple, and she arched her back, moaning loudly. He suckled, sending hot currents of pleasure to every inch of body.

Letting go of her breast, he dropped to his knees, sliding his kisses lower along her stomach. How could he be so unhurried, so determined to take his time? He'd already made her come once…okay, twice, and already she was so turned on she felt on fire. He was killing her. Killing her with seduction, and if he didn't put an end to her misery soon, she'd combust.

With one hand behind her thigh, he lifted her leg over his shoulder. She almost lost her balance, and braced one hand against the wall, the other on his shoulder to keep from falling.

“I won't let you fall,” he murmured just before licking his tongue along her slit.

She moaned, her hips jerking away from the wall and toward his face. His mouth was warm and firm as he nibbled at one side of her labia, then the other.

“So sweet,” he whispered.

With the pad of his thumb, he pulled at one side of her labia, exposing her clit to his hungry mouth. Mikayla bucked wildly as he closed his lips over the sensitive bud and softly sucked. Three fingers again thrust into her pussy, filling her deep, and she exploded in a blinding burst of light. Every part of her convulsed and spasmed as she rode out the waves of her third orgasm, his fingers thrusting deep and hard.

Sidious moaned his approval, increasing the pressure to her clit before pulling away and sliding the flat of his tongue along her pussy, licking at her cream.

He pulled away, and her leg weakened, making her slide along the wall to the floor. She landed softly in a heap at his feet, still panting and tingling, too weak to muster up even the smallest amount of anger or embarrassment.

He
'
d won. She couldn't deny that.

Her gaze wandered up Sidious's legs as he stood. He kept his gaze…his dark, burning gaze on her as he pushed his pants down, exposing hard, muscular thighs and a cock that made her breath catch. Again, she wondered if she could do this. But even as doubts plagued her mind, desire cursed through her body.

Squatting, he picked her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight as he stood easily and carried her toward another room. Would he fuck her now? Or would he find some other way to make her scream out her release, proving again just how much control he had over her body?

But she couldn
'
t let him control her heart. He was still her enemy, and nothing would ever change that. He might make her scream, but she still hated him and everything he stood for -- everything he was doing to her home, her friends.

Tears gathered behind her eyes and spilled out to slide down her cheeks. She tried to fight them but only made them worse. He laid her on the bed, and she turned her face, not wanting him to see them.

He leaned over her and cupped her cheek, turning her so she faced him. She closed her eyes tight, refusing to look into his face, to let him see just how much this hurt her. She felt as though she were betraying everything and everyone she knew.

“Mikayla,” he said, then sighed.

“I hate you,” she said with a tiny sob.

“I know,” he replied, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her tears. “But that doesn't change the fact that I want you…or that you want me.” She shook her head, swallowing down a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.

“Just get it over with,” she snapped.

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her brow. “Absolutely not.” He lay over her, his body covering hers from head to toe. “I plan on taking my time and making sure you enjoy every” -- his lips swiped across hers -- “single” -- his thighs spread hers, and the head of his cock pressed just inside her entrance -- “second.” He thrust forward, burying only a portion of his cock inside her, and she gasped, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. Her pussy burned, stretched tight as he pushed in farther.

She held her breath, struggling to accommodate his thick girth as he forced his way deeper before pulling back out. “No,” she panted, tightening her legs around him to hold him inside her.

“I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered in her ear. “You feel too good to leave.” He pressed forward again ever so slowly. She could feel every inch of his thick heat throbbing inside her channel as he pressed deeper, filling her even more. She panted at the fullness, the burning pressure as he pulled back, then thrust forward again, this time going balls deep.

She groaned, digging her nails into his hips and lifting her ass off the bed to grind against him. Sidious moaned, grasping her hips with one hand to hold her still.

“You
'
re so fucking tight. Be still, before I lose it and hurt both of us,” he commanded in a rough tone that sent tingles up her back.

Lifting up on one elbow, he gazed into her eyes. What she saw there startled her, and she looked away, unable to face in him, or what she fought within herself.

“And you were afraid I wouldn't fit,” he whispered as he pulled almost out, then thrust back in slowly, her slick juices easing the way.

Mikayla closed her eyes, sighing as he did it twice more, letting her become accustomed to his size. Again, his tenderness surprised her and made it all the harder for her to resist him.

“Are you okay, baby? Can you take more?”

She nodded, unsure she could even speak at the moment.

“Answer me,” he commanded, but in a soft tone.

“Yes,” she groaned as he ground his pelvis against her clit, sending shock waves of tingling sparks through her pussy.

He rose above her onto his palms and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. The position pushed him deeper, and she whimpered in pleasure, almost certain if he went

any deeper he'd come out her throat. But it felt so good, so incredibly good she couldn't seem to get enough. She wanted more, needed more, and lifted her knees to his chest.

His look of surprise met hers, and he thrust harder, scooting her along the bed as he pistoned into her. She met every pounding thrust of his hips with one of her own, pushing back as he pressed into her. Her juices leaked out to slide between the cheeks of her ass, wetting the sheets beneath her, but she didn
'
t care. All she cared about was the rising tide of release tightening her stomach. She was so close, she could feel it just out of her reach; she could feel it building higher and higher.

She closed her eyes, bracing against the onslaught of sensation careening through her. With a loud scream, she crested. Every part of her exploded outward in a mass of overwhelming sensation that nearly took her breath.

“Fuck,” Sidious snarled, then pounded harder, thrusting deeper than he had before.

Mikayla screamed again, fighting against the desire to pass out as wave after wave raced through her. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, sucking at him as he shouted and found his own release deep inside her.

He dropped back down, covering her body with his and raining soft kisses along her neck. She could still feel his heart beat in his cock against the walls of her pussy and realized it seemed to beat in time with hers.

What the hell had she done? How could he have had this much control over her?

He shifted inside her, and she gasped, lifting her hips in reflex to meet his slow thrust.

“Don
'
t,” she whispered, despite the response of her body.

He rose up and looked at her. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she said, not looking at him.

“Look at me, Mikayla,” he commanded, and at first, she refused.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his hard stare. “I said look at me.” She narrowed her eyes, her mouth set in a hard, firm line. “I'm looking. What?” He snickered, his lips twitching in sudden amusement. With a soft chuckle, he let go of her chin. “You're such a feisty little thing,” he said.

She stared up at him, startled.

“When are you going to learn -- I will not hurt you.”

“I'm not afraid of you hurting me,” she admitted. And truthfully, she wasn't.

Especially after tonight. “I'm afraid of what you do to me. How you can make me forget who you are and why I should hate you.”

He dropped his forehead to hers with a sigh. His hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently stroking her skin at her temples. “I'm not the enemy, Mikayla. I'm not.”

“How can you not be?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“You just have to trust me.”

Mikayla snorted. “You can't be serious.”

Sidious chuckled, and she felt the vibrations against her breasts, making them tingle.

“God,” she groaned in exasperation. “You're killing me. Everything you do just…”

“Now you know how I feel,” he murmured.

He twisted his hips in an enticing little circle against her clit that made her draw in a sharp breath of air.

“And your little feisty attitude just makes it worse…makes me want you all the more.”

“Then from now on I'll be nothing but sweetness and light.”

“The hell you will,” he said, his lips lifting into a devilish grin. “I won't allow it.”