My Captive's Heart

by Simran .

Sometimes a girl just wants to be spanked hard, have her hair pulled, and fucked into oblivion.

Our gazes collide. A predator and his prey. A captor and his captive. The truth hits me like a freight train. Oh. My. God. I fucked my boyfriend’s dad.

“Why would you do this, Mr. Smith? I’m with your son,” she reasons. My fingers involuntarily tighten around her neck. “I’m not yours to… yours to…” “Fuck?” The blush on her face deepens. “After tonight, you are.” “This is wrong!” “Then I’ll keep you here until you feel it’s right.”

“Take me home, Mr. Smith.” “Not until you say yes to being mine.” Her breath hitches. “Be yours?” “Yes, little bird.” I cup her chin. “Mine.”

Swallowing her shocked cry, I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and taste her sweetness. Eight years, I’ve waited and yearned to kiss her. It’s nothing short of being brought back to life. Or dying and entering heaven.

“Make me the bad guy.” “You are a bad guy.” “Bad guys fuck better.” Flicking her bundle of nerves, I coax, “Let me give you what you need.”

“Haven’t I proven I’m willing to cross every line to possess you? Which part wasn’t convincing? When I pretended to be your boyfriend? When I railed you in the dirt? Or when I drugged and stole you?”

“I became a voyeur of my son’s girlfriend. Do you have any idea how much you’ve tormented me?”

“That’s it.” Drawing back, he drives into my clenching walls ruthlessly. “Choke me with your tight cunt. Choke Daddy’s dick.”

Moving languidly inside my pussy through the aftershocks, he fixes his piercing blue eyes on mine. “I’m going to breed you, Molly.”

“You’re mine now, Molly. Mine to own. Mine to fuck. Mine to punish. Mine to love.”

“That’s it… Enjoy my dick. Feel it deep inside you, stretching your little cumhole,” I huskily drawl, licking her lips. “No more neglecting my gorgeous girl. I’m going to give it to you hard and rough every night. Spank your slit, your ass, your tits. Tug and pinch your nipples. Bite you like an animal. After I fuck you hard, I’ll fuck you slow until you fall asleep from all the pleasure. I’ll give you everything my son couldn’t, Molly.”

“Do you want to come?” “I hate you!” “Do. You. Want. To. Come?” “Yes,” she sobs. “Make me come.” “Who’s going to bring you to orgasm?” “You.” “Who?” “Alex!” “Who, Molly?” “My daddy!” she shouts, eyes closing.

I turn around, jabbing my finger in his chest. “You broke into my house, didn’t you?” He shrugs. “Jesus! It’s ironic how many laws you’re breaking for a sheriff.” Also weirdly flattering.

“He’s neglected you so much, hasn’t he?” he murmurs. Tracing the edge of the leash along my bottom lip, he smirks. “Then again, daddies fuck better.”

“Greedy little thing,” he praises. “Loving her boyfriend’s dad’s cock.”

“I’ve dreamt of this for eight long years, Molly,” he grunts. “Haven’t touched another because the mere idea made me want to cut my dick off. I didn’t even masturbate.”

“You’ve been it for me since I laid eyes on you the first time.”

“You’ve had me on an invisible leash without even knowing it.”

“You’re worth every torturous night I’ve spent alone in my bed.” Thrust. “Worth all the suffering from watching you kiss Matt.” Thrust. “Worth all the years I’ve spent waiting to have you.” Thrust. “You’re my reward, Molly.”

How could I not love her? Steal her from my son? Molly is one of a kind. Made for a brute like me.

Sometimes truly loving someone means letting them go. I’m freeing you, little bird.