Captivated

by Tessa Bailey

Other people praised its architecture, its give no fucks attitude, its ‘energy’, whatever the hell that meant, but for Autumn Reynolds, the Big Apple was enemy territory and she’d been air-dropped into it without any reconnaissance.

He should have been wrestling bears or pounding the shit out of people inside an MMA octagon. He was younger than she remembered, too.

“You don’t want a lazy lay on the beach, do you, Fun-Size?” Blake spit on his palm and brought it back to his cock, choking it top to bottom. “You want a no-mercy fuck with no way to fight me off? I’ll make that happen.”

Also, it seemed unethical of her to use The Landlord—Blake, his name was Blake—as a means to fulfill her prisoner fantasies and maybe read a couple of rare books before her visa expired and she fucked off back to Australia.

“Although,” she told the pigeons as she fastened the hoops on her purple plastic earrings. “You’d have to have a death wish to try and fight Blake. He’s basically a sentient brick wall.”

He still looked like a Persian cat that had just received an injection and could see the needle coming back for more.

“I…thanks.” Autumn frowned. “Wait, you mean in a good way, right? Not like I’m a weird cunt?” Blake shot her a startled look. “Fuck, sorry for saying the c-word! It’s an Australian thing. I don’t mean like ‘cunt-cunt’, I mean like ‘mate-cunt.’ Jesus, I need to stop saying cunt. Oh my God, I just said it again.”

#dead

Ian being a wishy-washy buttplug.

“You were built to be thrown down. And I was built to throw you the fuck down. I’m not talking about physically—I’m talking about those dirty damn needs of yours and mine.” Speaking directly into her ear, Blake eased the lace to one side and sunk his middle finger inside her, not stopping until he’d given her the whole thing and the sides of her face were fire-red. “If I used my strength on you, you wouldn’t be able to hold it together. Your thighs would pop open like goddamn cash registers and everyone would know you want my cock between them. Isn’t that the truth?”

#evenmoredead

“You like that, little whore? You like my big dick inside you?” She shook her head and he laughed. “Girls like you always want this. They want a man to fuck them hard. Take them rough and make them like it. And since you can take all of me, it’s time I took all of you.”

#skeleton

Autumn’s gaze was unfocused as she stared at the packed bar. In her mind, Blake was braced over his bedside table, his powerful hand clasped around his cock. He was jerking off to her picture, preparing to spray himself all over it and degrade her image while she watched. Her only choice was to beg for his cock, to be ridden in the closet and take that salty fluid inside herself. God, she could almost feel him bearing down on her again, his thighs hot against hers, his hard flesh pressing against her sopping—

It was a testament to New York that not one of the dozen people walking the footpath even looked at her, though a bleary-eyed bro gave her the finger. “Quit yelling, bitch.” Autumn must have been running on pure adrenaline because she whirled on him like a tornado. “Don’t tell me what to do, cunt!” The bro’s mouth fell open. He looked so horrified she almost felt bad for him.

Daytime was no longer a period to hide from the sun and unpleasant chores. It was a time to try new things, like drinking from paper bags in the park and walking home tipsy, laughing for no reason. It was time for making their story, one experience at a time.