A “thank you” from Marco for the painting, no doubt.
Colin, already forgetting the guard Luis, closed the door behind him and stared. Her arms were stretched tight over her head, wrists chained to the top of the post. She wore nothing but a blindfold, black lace underwear, and those strappy black heels, which barely touched the ground. Her chest moved rapidly with breaths, showing her nervousness.
She’d been a captive for two years. Was she always nervous like this? The idea of it made him want to crush something. Namely, every man who’d ever taken advantage of her in this kind of vulnerable scenario.
Like he was about to do.
He hated himself as he reached into his pants and pulled his cock higher, attempting a more comfortable place for the damned, out of control monster. As he prowled closer to the girl he felt his own breaths coming faster and harder, matching the rise and fall of her chest. Those pretty, dark pink nipples calling to him.
He had to touch her. It was expected of him. And he had to. He felt like he might explode if he didn’t.
But a horrible thought occurred to him. She had no idea he was there to save her. To her, he was just another perverted john, wanting a piece of her. He wished he could explain to her. The thought that she might be repulsed by him was nearly enough to deflate every ounce of lust from his system.
A low groan came from his throat and she gasped, apparently realizing his nearness. Her breasts seemed to rise up, calling to him.
I’m sorry, he thought to himself. One day, he hoped to be able to apologize properly, and God willing she could forgive him…and he could forgive himself.
His hands slid around her waist to the small of her back and she arched toward him. His mouth came down around her sweet nipple and they both moaned.
She’s acting, he told himself. But he couldn’t think that way. He had to pretend she was enjoying it too, or he didn’t know if he could go through with it.
He circled his tongue around her nipple, feeling it tighten and perk so he could suck it properly. Then he moved to the other side until both nipples were at attention.
He hadn’t been lying when he told Marco he loved the scent and taste of a woman. Colin moved slowly to his knees, running his tongue over her ribs, kissing her belly button, and trailing his hands over her ass and the back of her toned thighs. Too thin, but so beautiful.
She was panting when he lowered her thong to her ankles and lifted her feet one at a time to step out of them. At her core was a thin strip of trimmed hair, light brown. The rest looked incredibly smooth. Silky. Grasping her hips, his mouth covered her and she cried out. Colin needed better access, so he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder, glad when he felt her put some weight onto him. He used his thumbs to gently open her, and he dove in, his tongue going wild at the sweet and salty taste of her.
She was so vocal. Under his hands and mouth she bucked her hips. His tongue dipped further, finding complete wetness at her opening, and he groaned again. He wanted to put a finger in and feel her, but all his concentration was centered on her clit. As his tongue went back to it, flicking rapidly, he swore he felt her tense. And then she was moaning, her thighs tightening around his face. He felt the undulations of her orgasm, the pumping of blood through her sex as he suckled. Her breathing and shouts came in short, feminine spurts.
It gave him immense relief to know he’d brought her pleasure, but he couldn’t let it go to his head. She’d probably had to learn to enjoy all things sexual in her time of captivity. A wave of remorse pounded him as he stood and faced her. He didn’t want to be a nameless, faceless man, and she deserved to see who touched her.
She sagged a bit in her chains, but when Colin pulled the blindfold off she straightened, her eyes going wide. They stood there staring at one another, both of them resuming another round of hard breathing. Without thought, Colin lowered his mouth to hers. The sound of surprise she let out shot a spike of fear through him.
Was he not supposed to kiss her?
In an instant she reacted, kissing him back as if her life depended on it, her mouth hungry for him. His arms went around her waist and he pressed his hard length against her stomach. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, their tongues exploring as if they were discovering the bliss of kissing for the first time.
His fears disappeared, replaced by golden stars that flooded his vision.
He would get this girl away from Marco’s lair or die trying.
How long had it been since someone kissed me? Truly kissed me, like this? Like they couldn’t get enough of me. Like I was a nectar to their dying thirst.
Never.
My boyfriend’s kisses had always been sweet. After him, there were drunken kisses at parties, and of course the lust-filled kisses from Fernando that I tried never to remember.