Captured by the Dark Lord by Jaide Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

not make me
repeat myself,” he warned, his voice low with menace.
     
    She shook slightly as she
obeyed, bending over his knees.  The weight of her body and the tilt of her
hips, made him hard, but it was only in his mind--always in his mind.  He
smoothed the mass of her hair off her back, pushing the tendrils over her
shoulders and head.  She remained silent as he stroked her back in concentric
circles, moving steadily down her spine.
     
    “You agreed I would punish
you, if you broke my trust,” he said softly as he cupped one firm cheek.
     
    She startled at the touch and
bucked against him, pushing her upper body upward to flee.  He held her
lightly, controlling her movement, and whispered a single word.  Vines snaked
out of the ground at his command, wrapping around her wrists and ankles.  She
growled and fought the living shackles until they pulled her legs and arms taut
and immovable.  She tossed her head and squirmed against his thighs, but she
could not move otherwise unless he allowed it.
     
    “Shh,” he soothed and stroked
her buttock cheeks through the shift, smoothing a palm down the back of her
bare thighs, then drew up the crease where she had pressed her thighs
together.  The fine hairs on her flesh prickled from his touch, pleasing him in
some unnamable way.  He inched his fingers under the gathered hem, drawing it
up to bare her completely to his eyes.
     
    He’d intended to spank her,
until her skin pinkened from the palm of his hand, but seeing her naked,
virginal flesh taunted him.  He had no desire to inflict pain, not even the
most minute.  An entirely different want compelled him now, a desire to possess
and claim filled him, searing his mind to all else.  He stroked one finger up
her slit.
     
    “Do not!” she screamed and
wiggled against him, to no avail.
     
    “I regret that you give me no
choice.”  She stilled as he parted her folds with a single finger and stroked
it back and forth, separating her moist layers.  Her clit was hard, swollen,
and he nudged it with his fingertip, slipping in an easy circle around the nub.
     
    She gasped and tensed, and he
flicked his finger against her again, near groaning at her reaction, the
delicious tension of her body as she waited to see what he would do next.  He
knew then no man had ever touched her this way before, that he was the first to
probe her femininity, and it pleased him to have her this way.
     
    He continued teasing her
clit, never touching it, and moved a thumb to her passage, slipping inside her
tight hole.  She shuddered, arching her back as she released a moan.
     
    Damian’s groin spasmed
painfully with the need to impale her, to have her in this position, open and
vulnerable to his every touch.  He wanted to release her bonds and wrap her
thighs around his waist, let her ride his cock until they both reached
fulfillment.
     
    He wanted her as a man wants
a woman, and wondered if he’d merely denied the existence of such wants these
many years.  It was possible.  He could detect pressure, the weight of her on
his lap, the clenching of her inner muscles as he thrust his thumb fully inside
and curved it to her passage, but the joy of touch was gone.  The electrifying
impulses that spread pleasure along his nerves did not exist in this form.
     
    Damian stroked the back of
her neck, withdrawing his hand from her cleft. 
     
    “Don’t...,” she said
breathlessly and trembled.  Whether she wanted him to continue or stop, he did
not know.
     
    His fingers glistened with
her wetness, pleasing him.  He raised his fingers to his face, but he could not
smell her musky desire, nor taste the sweet juices flowing from her womanhood. 
Her wetness was evidence of her desire for his touch, whether she admitted it
or not, and it satisfied a need to prove she wasn’t as immune to him as she’d
led him to believe.
     
    “Do you like that, my lady?”
he growled and thrust two fingers deeply inside her.  She cried out