Free Captive (Social Experiments #1) by Olivia Storm Page A

index into it and turned it on.
    The cool air and her nerves prickled her skin in gooseflesh. I teased a playful circle around her pink areola and barely skimmed past her erect nipples. She didn’t look at me. Her body reacted to stimulation, but she avoided making eye contact again. Shamed. Utterly at my mercy. But she didn’t speak the safe word.
    “By the end of this, I swear, you’ll be begging me to let you come,” I promised her.
    My lips touched her throat and felt the speedy rate of her pulse.  Was it arousal or fear of me that brought the skip to her heartbeat?
    I gathered her right breast in my left hand and kissed the weighty globe. I treated her body as if she were an altar, bowing reverently above her. In this, I would make her feel like the queen Greg had denied so many times. I took my sweet time, devoting the occasional lick around the puckered skin surrounding her taut nipple, and by the time my lips sealed around stiff flesh, she no longer recoiled from my touch. The buzzing finger vibrator skimmed the other nipple while I coaxed her thighs to part for me. That proved to be the most difficult.
    “Open up for me, Yvonne. I won’t hurt you. I’m not Greg. I didn’t bring you here to beat you… or to punish you. Let me make you feel good this time. You’ll have your meal once we’re done.”
    Her head finally turned, casting her green eyes toward my face. She searched my features with tear-filled eyes and reluctantly opened her legs. She spread them shyly until I touched her bare skin. A single second of contact with her folds imparted pleasing vibrations - she jolted and gasped out loud in surprise.
    Her snatch was wetter than I anticipated. My middle finger glided between her folds with ease, but she remained as tight as I remembered. Greg’s pencil dick hadn’t made a dent in her apparently. I stroked one finger in and out, occasionally flicking my vibe against her aroused clit.
    An entirely new kind of tension seemed to overcome Yvonne. A kittenish, soft cry escaped her parted lips, and again, she turned her head to avoid looking at me.
    “Touch your tits, Yvonne. Squeeze them,” I snapped at her. She jumped again, flinching, but her hands eventually raised to her breasts. She squeezed a handful of each tit and closed her eyes - I dared to imagine she pictured Greg above her, so I shattered that attempt by lowering down to growl out, “I’m the one planning to fuck you until you scream. Not Greg. Greg’s history; he doesn’t give a fuck about you. Hasn’t even come by to ask about you or where you’ve gone. Your pussy belongs to me now.”
    Her sob hitched in her throat, the sound a moan of pleasure blended with angst. I circled her clit again, aware of the tension it drew to her limbs. The way her head tilted back, her eyes flared open, and the tiny pearl victim to my teasing became ripe for taunting with the vibrator. She was so close that her legs shook.
    I took it away and delighted in her tortured groan. Her hips raised desperately from the blanketed floor and chased the retreating pleasure tool.
    “Tell me that you want it.”
    Desire warred against Yvonne’s stubborn tenacity. She turned her head away from me and didn’t utter the words. Her muscles tensed down every inch of her rigid frame like a cord ready to snap. I tossed the finger vibe aside and my mouth took its place. Yvonne’s legs kicked and she came undone, grinding her pussy against my lips. I slipped my tongue between her folds, danced along delicate skin, and I ended it with a torturous suckle to her swollen clit. It drove Yvonne wild.
    “Please…!” she cried out.
    I had to take my mouth away from her snatch to talk. My face glistened; my lips and chin wet with her arousal. “Please what, Yvonne?”
    “Don’t stop! Oh god, Jake, it feels… fuck, don’t stop.”
    Elation rushed through my veins and set my heart racing. I wanted to take her then and there, to slam my cock home in her wet pussy and fuck