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

her till she screamed. I resisted the primal urge and let my tongue speak for me.
    But this wasn’t about me. This was a lesson to show Yvonne that I could be trusted as a provider. That I could give her sustenance, safety, and the pleasure she deserved as a woman. I wasn’t Greg, and I would never again leave her without an orgasm for her efforts.
    She breathed my name and spasmed on the blankets. Her toes curled against the floor, and her hands clutched my hair. My index and middle fingers gave her body something to grasp and clench, as she shuddered in the throes of ecstasy.
    Her clit loved the stimulation. A determined suckle proved sufficient to make her come again. She threw her head back and soundlessly screamed while her legs jerked and trembled. I might not have joined her, but I was in my own sort of heaven, marveling over her responsive body and how easily I’d brought her to climax. I wanted to do it again and again.
    I would do it again and again. Every fucking day. Yvonne belonged to me, and while she didn’t know it yet, I also belonged to her.
    After wiping my fingers dry on the inside of her thigh, I returned to my folding lounge chair. I couldn’t hide my erection if I wanted to, as it jutted up and tented my sweats.
    “C’mon, there’s a slice with your name on it.”
    Yvonne hesitated. Her gaze darted to the stack of blankets and I could practically see the gears turning in her head. She wanted to cover her body but something stopped her from asking.
    “I brought you a Gatorade.” I pulled the lemon-lime drink from the brown bag by my feet. The lure worked, drawing her over before she voiced any questions about clothes.
    Yvonne accepted her lunch and hungrily scarfed it all down. The entire time she stole glances at me, her gaze lingering on my crotch. I offered her a second pizza slice.
    Leaning back, I dropped one hand to my waistband and pulled my dick from my pants. Freedom from the restraining fabric brought a small modicum of relief. Yvonne’s gaze darted toward me and away again. A flush rose to her cheeks, warmer than the pink tint of exertion lingering after her climax. Good. While she nibbled on her food I wrapped my fist around my cock and gave it a slow stroke.
    Yvonne might have thought she was sly, but I saw more than the whites of her eyes. Her big green eyes widened slightly, and her spine stiffened. I had her complete attention.
    No words came between us. The only sounds were my low groans and her feathery, panting breaths. She’d given up trying not to look and her eyes followed my pumping movements. Her tongue wet her parted lips. I never took my eyes off her.
    Hot semen spilled over my hand. Once I finished, I cleaned up with a napkin from the pile on the small table.
    “Done?” She’d left her crust half eaten so I snagged it up and finished it off - a habit between us since we were teens. She ate my olives when we ordered supreme pizzas, and I ate her crust. Yvonne held her silence but her gaze continued to shift back and forth between my pants and her lap.
    “I’m not going to hurt you again, Yvonne. You’re just so fucking beautiful I couldn’t help myself.” I uttered a single half-truth to gauge her reaction. “But I think… deep down, part of you enjoyed it. I made you come and you’re lying to yourself if you say you didn’t love it.”
    She squirmed and her cheeks flushed again. “I… Maybe…”
    I had made her feel good and we both knew it. In time, she would be grateful to utter the words.  She certainly appeared to be grateful for the freedom from her kennel. She didn’t speak much, but she enjoyed a hot shower and the scant bit of privacy I allowed her. The life and vitality returned to her eyes for those moments as I showed her the luggage case of her own belongings.
    “I thought you might want these back eventually. You’ve been good today, so I want you to pick something from this suitcase to wear.” My idea could result in increased