Read Online A Rebel Captive by J.D. Thompson - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: J.D. Thompson
Ads: Link
covered her entire body as she did what he asked. He released her hair, but remained close, too close.
“Now, stroke yourself.”
She started to pump in and out of herself, trying to look anywhere, but at him. The sound of him unzipping his pants snapped her back. Cole held his dick in his hand and slowly stroked it. She almost got up, almost ran away from the sight, but she willed her body to stay still. His cock was long, thick, and glistened with pre-cum. It was so close she could reach out and touch it if she’d wanted to.
“Use two fingers,” he demanded.
She slipped another digit into her folds and felt it get quickly covered in her growing slickness. Watching her watch him stroke his cock was almost too much for Cole. When she tried to stifle a tiny moan as she pumped her pussy he thought he’d die with desire. Her face was tilted up to watch him, her lips slightly parted and her breathing heavy. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to thrust his cock between those full lips and feel the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Rub your clit and stroke yourself faster. I want to watch you cum.”
Her thumb went to her clit and pleasure throbbed through her body. Something seemed to click in her and Olivia needed to cum, she needed to forget everything, but her own orgasm. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was by the sight of him jerking his hand up and down his cock and the hungry look in his eyes. The pleasures he forced from her were hard for her to understand or even bare. Her entire body flushed with intense arousal and humiliation. All she knew at the moment, all she could focus on, was that she needed a release.
She rubbed and flicked at her clit furiously, closing her eyes. She pictured straddling a hard, thick, man and ridding him. She pictured strong hands gripping her hips and grinding her against a delicious cock. She told herself it wasn’t his; no way would she fantasize about him taking her. In no time, she was bucking her hips against her fingers and moaning in satisfaction. He couldn’t hold back, she was too perfect sitting there in front of him basking in an orgasm. He pumped his dick only a few more times and he was cumming, too.
His own orgasm hit him harder than he expected, his cum spurted onto her lips, chest, and breasts. Watching his seed spill onto her caused a final hard shudder. He sighed in satisfaction, buttoned up his pants, and returned to his breakfast. She remained kneeling on the floor. A look of horror spread across her face as his cum slowly dripped down her body.
“Go get cleaned up,” he said, picking up a fork.
CHAPTER 7
Thirty minutes later, Olivia came out of the bathroom, relieved to be dressed. She nearly screeched in anger and disgust while washing away his cum. No man had ever treated her the way he did. Wiping his seed off her body had been the greatest humiliation she’d ever endured. She spent a ten extra minutes in the bathroom, steadying herself.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she whispered to herself. “You will get through this, you will,” and I will make him pay , she thought.
When she collected herself she went to the bathroom door, still chanting her mantra in her head. Not wanting to face him, she contemplated locking the door and staying in there all day, but knew he’d probably drag her out if need be. So she walked through the bedroom and into the living room on her own, hoping he’d let her have breakfast now, her empty belly grumbled in agreement. She hoped he wasn’t still at the table, she wasn’t sure she could make it through another meal with him, not with him watching her the way he did. Those eyes always seemed to be smoldering, like two brilliant gray flames, trying to burn her through and through. She stopped walking as she entered the living room and saw a soldier waiting for her.
“Good, you’re ready,” Cole said flatly,
“Now, stroke yourself.”
She started to pump in and out of herself, trying to look anywhere, but at him. The sound of him unzipping his pants snapped her back. Cole held his dick in his hand and slowly stroked it. She almost got up, almost ran away from the sight, but she willed her body to stay still. His cock was long, thick, and glistened with pre-cum. It was so close she could reach out and touch it if she’d wanted to.
“Use two fingers,” he demanded.
She slipped another digit into her folds and felt it get quickly covered in her growing slickness. Watching her watch him stroke his cock was almost too much for Cole. When she tried to stifle a tiny moan as she pumped her pussy he thought he’d die with desire. Her face was tilted up to watch him, her lips slightly parted and her breathing heavy. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to thrust his cock between those full lips and feel the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Rub your clit and stroke yourself faster. I want to watch you cum.”
Her thumb went to her clit and pleasure throbbed through her body. Something seemed to click in her and Olivia needed to cum, she needed to forget everything, but her own orgasm. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was by the sight of him jerking his hand up and down his cock and the hungry look in his eyes. The pleasures he forced from her were hard for her to understand or even bare. Her entire body flushed with intense arousal and humiliation. All she knew at the moment, all she could focus on, was that she needed a release.
She rubbed and flicked at her clit furiously, closing her eyes. She pictured straddling a hard, thick, man and ridding him. She pictured strong hands gripping her hips and grinding her against a delicious cock. She told herself it wasn’t his; no way would she fantasize about him taking her. In no time, she was bucking her hips against her fingers and moaning in satisfaction. He couldn’t hold back, she was too perfect sitting there in front of him basking in an orgasm. He pumped his dick only a few more times and he was cumming, too.
His own orgasm hit him harder than he expected, his cum spurted onto her lips, chest, and breasts. Watching his seed spill onto her caused a final hard shudder. He sighed in satisfaction, buttoned up his pants, and returned to his breakfast. She remained kneeling on the floor. A look of horror spread across her face as his cum slowly dripped down her body.
“Go get cleaned up,” he said, picking up a fork.
CHAPTER 7
Thirty minutes later, Olivia came out of the bathroom, relieved to be dressed. She nearly screeched in anger and disgust while washing away his cum. No man had ever treated her the way he did. Wiping his seed off her body had been the greatest humiliation she’d ever endured. She spent a ten extra minutes in the bathroom, steadying herself.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she whispered to herself. “You will get through this, you will,” and I will make him pay , she thought.
When she collected herself she went to the bathroom door, still chanting her mantra in her head. Not wanting to face him, she contemplated locking the door and staying in there all day, but knew he’d probably drag her out if need be. So she walked through the bedroom and into the living room on her own, hoping he’d let her have breakfast now, her empty belly grumbled in agreement. She hoped he wasn’t still at the table, she wasn’t sure she could make it through another meal with him, not with him watching her the way he did. Those eyes always seemed to be smoldering, like two brilliant gray flames, trying to burn her through and through. She stopped walking as she entered the living room and saw a soldier waiting for her.
“Good, you’re ready,” Cole said flatly,
Similar Books
