Keeping My Captive by Angela Snyder

CHAPTER35

Mateo

ICAN SENSE the moment the switch flips in Aria’s brain. One minute, she’s lying there in post-coital bliss, smiling and happy. And the next, she’s freaking the hell out. She seemed to be fine until her eyes locked onto my cock, seeing her blood and my release coating it.

So, I didn’t wear a condom. I know I should have, but I had to feel her with nothing between us for the first time. I swore to myself I would don one after I started, but then all logical sense went right out the window when I felt her pussy wrapped around my cock. It was like dipping my dick straight into heaven, and I just didn’t want to leave.

Standing, I scoop Aria up in my arms and take her to the walk-in shower. She doesn’t even protest, further worrying me. Setting her down on the tiled floor, we stand there under the spray of warm water. She’s so still and quiet that it’s starting to scare the fuck out of me. I’m used to her smart mouth and scrutinizing gaze. I don’t like this new, docile version.

“Aria,” I whisper, reaching for her.

Her face suddenly crumbles, and big, fat tears stream down her face. She tries to run from me, but I grab her and pull her up against my chest. I hold her as she cries, whispering sweet affirmations in Spanish in her ear as I let the warm water cascade down her back, soothing her.

This is all new to me. Usually, I fuck somewhere, either private or in public — let’s face it, I don’t mind an audience — and then I send the girl on her way, never hearing from her again. I never fuck the same woman twice, not wanting to have her perceived as something more than a casual fuck and becoming a casualty in the wars that I constantly seem to be in.

But I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity before. Especially not one that I purchased like a prized possession and that’s been in my captivity. I’m not used to all this warm and tender shit, but I’m trying. For Aria. I didn’t want her first time to be traumatic, so I forced the demons inside of me down and took her nice and slow even though I wanted nothing more than to fuck her so hard she saw stars and couldn’t walk for days.

I hold Aria tighter in my arms and kiss the top of her head, but her sobs only grow louder.

Fine,if she doesn’t want gentle, then I can give her my true self. Angrily, I pull back from her, roughly grasping her chin and forcing her eyes to meet mine. Her honey-colored orbs are shimmering, and my god, her tears do something to me. A shock of lightning shoots right down to my cock, my length hardening against her stomach. Aria steps back suddenly, her face full of alarm and then horror as she stares down at my cock growing to epic proportions between us.

“You…you’re sick!” she shouts at me. “You’re getting off on my pain?”

I grab her, twisting her around in my grasp, so that my hard cock is situated in the crack of her ass, and loving how she struggles. “What can I say? Your tears obviously turn me on, mi pequeña cautiva.” My lips find her neck, and I gently nip at her with my teeth. “Maybe you can cry for me next time,” I tell her darkly.

“There won’t be a next time. I’m never doing…that again,” she hisses with angry, little breaths puffing from her mouth. I’m surprised steam isn’t coming out of her ears at this point.

“Doing what?” I question her. “Begging for my cock like you did earlier when you were coming all over it?” I ask with a roguish grin stretching across my face.

I can see the dark pink blush spreading from her chest to her cheeks at my filthy words. “I’m never having sex with you again,” she clarifies, but her tone holds no conviction.

“Oh, on the contrary, Aria. Now that I’ve had a taste for you, I will have you again and again, whenever I want. Make no mistake of that.” I lick the side of her neck, chuckling when she tries to pull away from me in disgust. “Don’t worry, you’ll be begging for me soon enough, mi pequeña cautiva.” I pitch my hips forward, letting her feel how hard I am for her just for good measure.

Then I release her, allowing her to escape to the other side of the walk-in. I grab my body wash from the recessed shelf and lather up, taking extra care to soap up my cock, stroking my hand up and down my length several times. Aria sits down on the bench and watches me. Her plump lips part, and I swear she’s getting turned on by watching me caress my cock. “Little voyeur,” I tease her. Aria’s gaze immediately leaves my cock and goes to my face, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. Ah, she’s back to pretending to hate me. And, fuck, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed that.

I rinse off and motion for her to join me under the spray. “Your turn,” I say. Aria adamantly shakes her head, but then I tell her, “I wasn’t asking.”

With a sexy, little pout on her face, she reluctantly stands and joins me under the hot water. I squeeze a handful of body wash in my hands and then I start washing her. This is the kind of intimacy I never thought I would share with a woman, but I don’t exactly hate it. It’s actually sort of…nice having someone to take care of. She stays quiet as I wash her until I brush over her perky breasts. That gains me a stifled groan, and the sound goes straight to my aching cock.

I know she’s probably sore after her first time, and that’s the only thing keeping me from sinking my cock into her pussy again. She’s lucky I’m feeling generous tonight and not like my typical uncaring, asshole self.

My hand drifts down between her legs, massaging her tenderly. Her head falls back on my chest as I stroke her clit. Even though Aria’s mind is telling her she doesn’t want me; her body certainly didn’t get the fucking memo. I bring her to orgasm in record time, her little nails digging crescent moons into my forearm as she rides out the pleasure against my hand.

Fuck, I’ve lost track of how many times I made her come tonight.

I can feel her muscles begin to tense as she begins to come down from her high. She’s back in defense mode already. Sighing, I stop touching her and take a step back. “Rinse off,” I tell her before stepping out of the shower, giving her the space she obviously wants.

My dick is practically weeping as I dry off and go to the closet to slip into a pair of clean boxers. Searching one of the drawers, I grab one of my shirts for Aria and take it to the bathroom. She’s just emerging from the shower as I walk in. And when she sees me, she quickly grabs a towel and covers herself.

“I’ve seen every inch of you, Aria. No sense in getting shy now.” I love watching the angry blush that spreads across her chest and up to her cheeks from my words.

She glares at me before turning her attention to drying off while simultaneously trying to keep as much of her body covered as possible, making me grin. When she’s done, I throw a clean t-shirt at her. She catches it, staring down at it with a confused look on her face.

“You will wear one of my shirts to bed every night,” I inform her. And then I add on quickly, “And only one of my shirts.” Just thinking about her wearing something of mine night after night while she lies in bed beside me causes my cock to jerk in my boxers. And having such easy access to that sweet, silky pussy every night has me biting back a groan.

“No,” she says with a vehement shake of her head, throwing the shirt back at me.

“You act like you have a choice in the matter,” I say with a devious grin. “Don’t make me burn all of your clothes, Aria, until you’re left with absolutely no options.” I thoughtfully rub my chin with my forefinger and thumb. “You know, on second thought, I bet the guards would love to see you walking around naked with your bare pussy and tits on display for them every day. Maybe I should do them all a favor and just burn your wardrobe right now.” My threat holds no real value. I would cut out any man’s eyes for even looking upon Aria’s naked body. But she doesn’t know how deep my obsession for her truly runs, and so I hope she finds the warning credible.

Snatching the t-shirt from my hands, she drops her towel and pulls the material over her head, angrily punching her arms through the short sleeves.

Fuck, I love it when she’s mad at me.

She leaves the bathroom in a rush like her ass is on fire. I follow behind her, biting back a chuckle when I see her under the covers and tucked into the bed as far away from me as she can be. I’ll give her some breathing room tonight, because I know that’s what she needs the most after the day she’s had, but I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her again soon. She gave me her virginity, and so she’s mine now…whether she likes it or not.