Captive Heroes by Jan Springer Read Free Book Online

now and then gave her glimpses of his sexual needs, knowingly or unknowingly. She didn’t care which. She just wanted him.
    Tweaking her nipples, she continued her mad, erotic thrusts into her pussy. His lovemaking would be addictive. Intoxicating.
    As she came a second time, Kayla grew more aroused than before.
    Shit!
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    Taylor watched her from the shadows, panting as the silvery moon splashed beams of light over the female’s near-naked figure. She sat half on, half off the bench.
    Her garment was thrust up, revealing pert, luscious, creamy breasts he ached to touch. He craved to cup her swollen flesh in his palms. His breathing grew rapid and his cock throbbed and swelled as she moaned and thrust her fingers between her wide-spread thighs.
    Gritting his teeth, he was able to keep himself from stroking his cock. He could withhold getting his satisfaction for a long time. Denial had been trained into him over the years and the learning he’d endured as a sex slave was hard to forget.
    He would take this woman. He would quell his sex-slave training of self-control. But first he needed to break her out of that cage. Sighing with frustration, Taylor ignored the insistent throb in his cock and balls.
    After the two females had led him to a secluded area and tied him to a tree, he’d held his breath, awaiting the ankle bracelet he was sure would come. But they appeared too involved with each other as they’d held hands and giggled. Sexy, muffled moans and whimpers had come from behind some bushes they’d retreated to, and then later, silence. He’d waited a long time, making sure they slept before he’d moved into action.
    Slipping out of the binds had not been too much trouble. He’d used the friction of the ropes to cut into his flesh. The blood made things slippery enough to free himself. Then he had headed toward the wagon. That’s when he saw the woman…and what she was doing to herself. In Death Valley, masturbating—for females—was not allowed. Punishment would be whippings and bondage.
    Taylor grinned despite the discomfort plaguing his lower half. He would enjoy punishing this woman for her transgression.
    He could hardly wait.

Chapter Three
     
    If she weren’t so exhausted from her several intense orgasms, Kayla wouldn’t have hesitated bringing herself off yet again. But the euphoria of the sexual haze drifting all around her was sweeping her into a blissful peace she really enjoyed. Her mind was freeing itself, devoid of questions, of anxiety and fear. She wanted to drown in the erotic blankness.
    She would have, too, had she not smelled him . His dominant, fiercely sexy scent—a combination of dust, sweat and intensity—tensed every fiber inside her into live wires of sexual awareness and intoxicating need.
    A split second later, she snapped her eyes open and found a shadowy figure fiddling quietly with the padlock of the cage door. She’d studied his silhouette enough during the day to recognize his powerful build, and she couldn’t stop the sensual gasp whispering past her lips as her body hummed with erotic alertness for him.
    “Not a sound,” he whispered.
    Suddenly her senses returned. He was breaking her out! Gosh! Had he been watching her masturbate? Oh man, how embarrassing!
    Blushing profusely at her disarrayed attire, she rushed to get her skirt back on and her top in place.
    Her legs nearly buckled, but she managed to hold on to the nearby bars until she was strong enough to walk to the door. A moment later, he opened the cage and his hands snaked in. Grabbing her by the waist, he literally swept her off her feet and she sailed right out of the cage.
    Powerful man!
    Those two words pounded into her brain like a battering ram and excitement and fear swept through her. He could overpower her easily. He could dominate her. Do whatever he wished to her once he got her away from their captors.
    In the silvery glow of moonlight his deep-set eyes glittered with lust, and the