Free Captive by Trista Ann Michaels

forward again, this time going balls deep.
    She groaned, digging her nails into his hips and lifting her ass off the bed to grind against him. Sidious moaned, grasping her hips with one hand to hold her still.
    “You ' re so fucking tight. Be still, before I lose it and hurt both of us,” he commanded in a rough tone that sent tingles up her back.
    Lifting up on one elbow, he gazed into her eyes. What she saw there startled her, and she looked away, unable to face in him, or what she fought within herself.
    “And you were afraid I wouldn't fit,” he whispered as he pulled almost out, then thrust back in slowly, her slick juices easing the way.
    Mikayla closed her eyes, sighing as he did it twice more, letting her become accustomed to his size. Again, his tenderness surprised her and made it all the harder for her to resist him.
    “Are you okay, baby? Can you take more?”
    She nodded, unsure she could even speak at the moment.
    “Answer me,” he commanded, but in a soft tone.
    “Yes,” she groaned as he ground his pelvis against her clit, sending shock waves of tingling sparks through her pussy.
    He rose above her onto his palms and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. The position pushed him deeper, and she whimpered in pleasure, almost certain if he went

    any deeper he'd come out her throat. But it felt so good, so incredibly good she couldn't seem to get enough. She wanted more, needed more, and lifted her knees to his chest.
    His look of surprise met hers, and he thrust harder, scooting her along the bed as he pistoned into her. She met every pounding thrust of his hips with one of her own, pushing back as he pressed into her. Her juices leaked out to slide between the cheeks of her ass, wetting the sheets beneath her, but she didn ' t care. All she cared about was the rising tide of release tightening her stomach. She was so close, she could feel it just out of her reach; she could feel it building higher and higher.
    She closed her eyes, bracing against the onslaught of sensation careening through her. With a loud scream, she crested. Every part of her exploded outward in a mass of overwhelming sensation that nearly took her breath.
    “Fuck,” Sidious snarled, then pounded harder, thrusting deeper than he had before.
    Mikayla screamed again, fighting against the desire to pass out as wave after wave raced through her. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, sucking at him as he shouted and found his own release deep inside her.
    He dropped back down, covering her body with his and raining soft kisses along her neck. She could still feel his heart beat in his cock against the walls of her pussy and realized it seemed to beat in time with hers.
    What the hell had she done? How could he have had this much control over her?
    He shifted inside her, and she gasped, lifting her hips in reflex to meet his slow thrust.
    “Don ' t,” she whispered, despite the response of her body.
    He rose up and looked at her. “Am I hurting you?”
    “No,” she said, not looking at him.
    “Look at me, Mikayla,” he commanded, and at first, she refused.
    He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his hard stare. “I said look at me.” She narrowed her eyes, her mouth set in a hard, firm line. “I'm looking. What?” He snickered, his lips twitching in sudden amusement. With a soft chuckle, he let go of her chin. “You're such a feisty little thing,” he said.
    She stared up at him, startled.
    “When are you going to learn -- I will not hurt you.”
    “I'm not afraid of you hurting me,” she admitted. And truthfully, she wasn't.
    Especially after tonight. “I'm afraid of what you do to me. How you can make me forget who you are and why I should hate you.”
    He dropped his forehead to hers with a sigh. His hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently stroking her skin at her temples. “I'm not the enemy, Mikayla. I'm not.”
    “How can you not be?” she asked, her voice trembling.
    “You just have to trust me.”
    Mikayla