Captivated. Lisette Ashton

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      ‘Still a little bit red,’ he said, stroking my bum. ‘I like that. But you’re very wet, you know. Incredibly wet. Is this what being caged does for you?’

      ‘I suppose it might be.’

      ‘No suppose about it.’ He scooped some juices out with a finger. ‘This is one very turned-on little slut, just here.’

      He reached between my spread lips, fingering my clit.

      ‘This is going to work out so well,’ he said, stroking away, while I quivered my hips beneath his touch. ‘You get to stay safe and be looked after and taken care of and given a good seeing-to whenever you need it. I get what I’ve always wanted. A pussy that’s wet for me, all the time. That’s how it’ll be, don’t you think?’

      ‘Yes, yes.’

      ‘It’s going to be so good.’

      It was already so good. I was vibrating under him, pushing myself into his fingertips. I began to pant, preparing for take-off, but he smacked my thigh and tutted.

      ‘So impatient. Wait for me.’

      He unbuckled his belt, sorted out his trousers. I eased backwards into the welcome nudge of his cock. He moved his hands to my breasts, playing with my nipples while he slid all the way in.

      ‘Did you know I was hard?’ he murmured in my ear.

      ‘No.’

      ‘You do now. Why do you think I was? What made me hard?’

      ‘Seeing me here. In your cage, naked.’

      ‘I can’t deny it, it’s quite a sight. It’s not all, though. The thing is, Phoebe, I’m always hard around you. Clothed or naked, caged or free. I only have to lay eyes on you to want to … lay you.’

      ‘Is that why you took me?’

      ‘It’s to do with that, yes. I have to have you here, ready and waiting for me. Just the thought of you, all trussed up and behind bars, with a pussy that needs filling … oh, God. I have to keep still a moment.’

      He had been circling his hips, grinding round and round inside me. He stopped, gasping slightly, controlling himself, and me.

      ‘I’ve thought about this for years,’ he said levelly.

      Then he began to thrust, deep strokes that made me know I was here to satisfy and serve him.

      ‘But I never wanted to suggest it,’ he continued, pounding on.

      I held on to the silk, crumpling it in my fists.

      ‘Until, one day, you brought it up yourself. I couldn’t believe my luck.’

      The steady screwing was having its effect. I made little whimpering noises. He pinched my nipples then left them alone, moving his hands lower down. One held me at my hip while the other wriggled between my arse cheeks. He brushed it down, moving past the ever-thrusting obstacle of his cock in my cunt and dipping it into my wetness. I wanted him to stay near my clit, but, once his fingers were slippery, he moved them back to my bottom.

      I knew then what was coming.

      The sharp stab of a fingertip invading my sphincter made me flinch, but only momentarily, because it was welcome. He fucked on steadily while his finger made its examination of my tight rear passage. He understood what this did to me, where it took me.

      I became more vocal, rotating my pelvis in a delirium of lust.

      As he pushed a second finger up, he put his mouth to my ear. ‘You know this is for your own good, don’t you?’ he said.

      I had to take it and I had to give in to an epic climax that burst behind my eyes like stars. When I gave him my orgasm, I gave him all of myself. I was his slave, and not because he had caged me, but because he could make me feel like this, whenever he wanted to.

      He gripped my shoulder with his other hand and poured himself into me, hissing victoriously until he was drained.

      The cushions would be ruined, but it didn’t seem to matter.

      We lay together, banked in velvet and silk, looking up at the barred roof.

      ‘What if this was real?’ he said.

      ‘I thought it was.’

      ‘What if I kept you in here and never let you out?’

      ‘Would you want to do that?’

      ‘Would it even be possible?’

      ‘I think I’d quite like it. As long as you let me out to shower and stuff like that. There’s the TV over there, I could have some music, some books. It’s pretty comfortable.’

      ‘You’d be waiting here, while I was at work, thinking of me.’

      ‘I’d always be thinking of you. The cage would do that for me.’

      ‘Waiting for me to get home. Mmm.’

      He shut his eyes, reaching out for me, rolling me against him.

      ‘I like the idea of it,’ I said. ‘I like the idea of being your on-call pleasure slave.’

      ‘So do I. Well, let’s see if we can make some time to do something like that then. Let’s synchronise diaries.’

      I laughed. ‘Block in some face time.’

      ‘Slave time.’

      ‘Yes, that would be good. It would be for my own good.’

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      ‘Who’s a good girl?’ Mark teased in a singsong voice as he ruffled my hair and plopped a pair of puppy ears on the crown of my head.

      I dared to glare over at him as he adjusted the headband so the ears sat evenly. I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the night’s activities he had planned for us, but it was his birthday so I was feeling a bit generous. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’

      Mark smiled down at me and lovingly stroked my cheek. ‘You’re doing this because you love me and because I’m your master. You want to please your master, don’t you?’

      My belly wobbled as he spoke to me in that firm, low voice of his that I loved so much. My need to submit, to find pleasure in serving him, trumped my embarrassment at wearing this ridiculous puppy outfit. I wasn’t quite sure where my desperate need to serve and submit originated. I just knew that the first moment Mark had СКАЧАТЬ