Free Captive (Social Experiments #1) by Olivia Storm

run for it again. Not after the last time.
    “Could I have some pizza now?”
    As if I would make it that easy. She still expected to get things her way. I’d change that.
    “Spread a couple of those blankets on the ground,” I ordered.
    “What?”
    “You heard me, Yvonne. Spread the blankets on the floor,” I repeated patiently.
    While she silently worked, I admired the curve of her bare ass, her lithe legs and supple thighs. She had a gorgeous set of tits, large enough that she required double support whenever she jogged with me. Contrary to wishes of most women, bigger was not always better. Yvonne struggled to find shirts that fit her generous bust.
    When she finished and turned to face me, she couldn’t meet my eye contact.
    “Stand tall, Yvonne. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I stepped close to cup my palm around one large breast and slide the other hand between her legs. My fingers curled in, groping her crudely. “You’re mine now. I’ve pampered you and let you take advantage of me for years. If you want your pizza, you’ll have to earn it, baby.”
    Heat spread across her skin, warming her cheeks and painting her face in the color of her humiliation. “What do you want?” she asked warily in a whisper.
    Everything. But the best things came to those who waited, and I had time. First, I tended to her necessary comforts.
    “I’ll tell you soon.”
    The trickiest bit had been getting a toilet in place. I didn’t have the plumbing know-how to install new sewage lines, so I had looked for alternative methods. The composting toilet looked just like the normal thing and I’d set it up behind a small screen.
    I allowed Yvonne to handle her business without staring her down, though I heard her grumbling about the cheap, rough toilet paper. The soft stuff would be another amenity she earned through good behavior.
    She returned, appearing far more relaxed. The small bit of respite seemed to calm her nerves, but she still regarded me as a mouse would a cat. That needed to change.
    “Feel better?” I asked stroking my hands down from her shoulders to her wrists. “Come here and lie down.”
    With a little effort, I guided her down to the blankets. The stiff young woman initially resisted my attempts.
    “Lay down, Yvonne. Don’t fight me.”
    “I don’t… is there any other way?”
    “No,” I replied tersely. I gave her a pillow to rest beneath her head once she lay upon her back. Since she’d ruined my t-shirt with pizza sauce and grease, I tossed it aside and exposed only my torso to her. The sweat pants stayed on.
    Yvonne quivered beneath my touch, but I loved the smooth contact with her skin. Eventually, she’d adjust to my hands crawling over her body as I pampered her, but for now, I settled for the way I made her feel in the heat of the moment.
    “I’ll do my best not to hurt you, Yvonne. Do you know what a safe word is?”
    “Yes.”
    “Make one now. I want you to give me a chance here, but if at any point I go too far, if you hate what I’m doing, or if I hurt you, I want you to say your word. I’ll stop and you can eat as promised.” I wasn’t beyond reason. This was coercion, but I’d found a way to receive my fair chance while also placing some choice back in her hands. I had to remain confident that Yvonne would accept me after this.
    “A safe word?” She seemed to consider it. The cool air stiffened her nipples, both pink tips standing erect atop her glorious breasts as she lay before me. I didn’t touch them yet despite my desire to explore.
    “Yeah.”
    “Hockey,” she decided.
    I dragged the basement pleasure chest over closer, as I had dubbed the toolbox of sex toys and gadgets in my head. In its bottom shelf, I kept an assortment of bondage-related novelties, in the upper compartment, lubricant and milder toys beneath the narrow metallic purple vibrator. I also purchased a mini vibe with a rubber studded surface on the tip of the finger pad. I inserted my