Chapter 14
SIMONE
Iblink at the handsome creature between my legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal. My face is hot from embarrassment. I can’t believe I just squirted for my kidnapper. The smug, infuriatingly beautiful bastard knows just how I’m feeling, I can tell by the evil glint in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I ask him, hating how breathless my voice sounds. This is where he uses me for his pleasure, isn’t it? Where he feels like I owe him. Where he takes what he wants, forgetting I’m even a person.
Az lifts a dark eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.
“Did you honestly believe I’d stop at just one?” He chuckles. “No. I plan on making you come for me until you pass out. And then I’ll wring out a few more from your unconscious body.”
My heart stops at his words. “Tu es complètement fou… Completely insane.”
Az laughs heartily, the sound echoing in the cave. The stream seems to complement it, providing a beautiful gurgling background.
“Simone, this is nothing. The plans I have for you…” He tilts his head, considering. “I believe you’d pass out if I told you, and we’re not there yet.”
He snaps his fingers, and several objects fall onto the mattress with soft thuds.
I can’t see everything, but I do recognize some as sex toys.
There’s a wand vibrator, vibrating beads, a long indigo feather, and a bottle of massage oil.
Looking up at him, I see him holding a white silken blindfold. The sight makes my stomach flip.
“I’m not sure—”
“But I am,” he interrupts me, already crawling over my body. “Haven’t I proven that you can trust me?”
I give him a withering glare.
He smiles back, unrepentant. “With your pleasure, at least.”
“Bon… très bien,” I concede with a sigh. I can’t deny that no one made me come as hard as he just did. I can’t believe I squirted! I never even really enjoyed sex, only going through the motions.
“That’s my good girl,” Az purrs. The words make me want to punch him in equal measure as they make me melt. I’m beyond saving.
He places the blindfold over my eyes and gently ties it at the back.
With my eyesight gone, my other senses immediately pick up the slack.
His scent becomes stronger, the gurgling of the stream feels louder, and I can even hear his breathing.
When he runs the backs of his fingers over my collarbone, I flinch, the intensity of the sensation surprising me.
“There we go,” he murmurs. “Now you’re ready for this.”
“R-ready for what?” I stammer breathlessly.
Az doesn’t reply, though I can feel his weight shifting.
A moment later, something incredibly soft touches my neck.
The feather? I try to arch up, but I’m bound too tightly.
Before I can panic, the touch moves between my breasts, then circles one in tighter and tighter rings, until I’m panting by the time it reaches my nipple.
Mon Dieu… I’ve never felt so aroused, and I just came. How is this even possible? He must be using some angel magic on me, making me more susceptible. There is no other explanation.
When he starts repeating the process with the other breast, I’m too far gone to be embarrassed about begging him for more. Soon, that feather is teasing me between my legs, and I’m not sure if I want to escape from it or if I never want it to stop.
“You know,” he begins, dragging the soft tip over my clit, “this is my wing feather.”
A moan claws its way up my throat. “That’s so…” Filthy? Obscene? Unnatural? Wrong? “So hot,” I finish.
Az chuckles and sadly—thankfully?—stops teasing me with his feather.
I hear the distinctive sound of a bottle cap opening, then the spurt of thick, viscous liquid, and a muted clinking sound.
Is he lubing up the beads then? My question is answered when the cold glass touches my overheated pussy, making me gasp.
“Shh,” Az soothes. “You’re so tight, little fairy. But you can take this, I know you can.”
It should be demeaning, being talked to like that. For some reason, though, everything he says or does stokes the fire inside me. I’ll worry about my inner feminist later.
He pushes the beads inside me slowly, one by one, until I feel completely full, my walls molding around the sensual intrusion.
“Look at this greedy pussy, swallowing all of this toy. Oh, wait…” he laughs. “I guess you can’t look.”
Next thing I know, the beads start vibrating, buzzing inside me insistently.
“Putain!” I yelp, straining against the ropes.
“We’re just getting started, Simone,” Az says from the bottom of the bed. A louder, more powerful vibration follows his statement. Is he going to use the wand on me now? I can’t take the suspense.
I don’t have to wait too long. Az presses the wand against me, aiming unerringly at my clit. Within five seconds, I’m coming again, sobbing his name.
“That’s my girl,” he croons over the buzzing of sex toys. “So responsive for me. Give me one more.”
But I need him to stop, God, I’m so overstimulated. “I can’t! I need a moment. Sainte Mère de Dieu…”
“No one’s here to help you, little fairy. You’re at the mercy of my pleasure.”
Unbelievably, he has me climbing toward another peak again. My muscles are twitching as all my senses work overtime, my lungs and heart straining to keep up with my body’s demands.
“Az, I think I’m going to… Ah, merde!”
The villain laughs with glee as I squirt again, the sounds of splashing liquid joining the buzzing chorus.
I’m floating with bliss, my brain in a pleasurable haze, but Az doesn’t stop.
He moves the wand vibrator away from my clit for just a few seconds, then continues the onslaught, leading me to another peak and then pushing me over.
This time, I’m too weak to scream. All I can manage is a pathetic little moan, my body shaking with small aftershocks.
After two more orgasms, I feel tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, soaking the silken blindfold.
“Please, Az… stop,” I gasp, my fingers twitching as I try to clench them into fists. “I can’t take any more. I’m begging you, please.”
He clicks his tongue with disappointment. “Since you ask so nicely,” he drawls, finally, blessedly, turning off the vibrators.
I sag with relief—as much as the ropes holding me in position allow. I’m starting to feel some discomfort now: the wet sheets under my ass, my body stuck in the same position, my clit burning with sensitivity.
“Ready for the real world again, little fairy?”
I don’t know, am I? Now that the pleasure is receding, I’m reminded that I’m trapped in this cave and have been for months. That the person who just made me see stars is the one keeping me from them—metaphorically speaking, as there are no stars in this godforsaken realm.
“Oui,” I say instead of voicing my thoughts. Az must sense the shift inside me, because he hesitates for a moment, unmoving. When he finally does, he frees me with a couple of tugs on the ropes.
Each time he unbinds a limb, he makes sure to gently massage it, helping restore blood flow without me even feeling any unpleasant pins and needles. It’s unbelievable how he’s capable of this gentleness at the same time as he is denying me my freedom.
Az takes my blindfold off last. He’s the first thing I see when I blink my eyes against the dubious brightness of the cave.
I expected to see smugness, and yes, maybe there is a hint of pride in those green-gray eyes.
But there’s also wariness, as if he’s worried how I’ll react now that I’m no longer a captive audience to the debauchery.
“Here,” he says, handing me a glass of cool water. I take it gratefully, the liquid sliding down my parched throat. I hadn’t even realized how thirsty I was until this moment.
When I’m done drinking, I clear my throat. “I think I’m going to bathe and rest now.”
I half expected him to make some sort of joke about joining me in the water. Instead, he nods slowly, his gaze sliding away from mine. Standing up, he smooths his hands over his clothes, wiping away wrinkles, eradicating any evidence of the fact that his head was between my legs not too long ago.
“Call for me if you need me,” is all he says.
I won’t, I think to myself. But for some reason, I don’t say it out loud. He disappears after I nod, and I gingerly get to my feet. My body feels pleasantly alive, limber in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Surprising, seeing as I was immobile for so long.
The water feels amazing, soothing the tender skin between my legs, reviving me with the faint scent of orchids and herbs. I must spend hours in the water, thinking about what we just did, about what I let him do to me. Where do we go from here?
By the time I get back to the bed, the sheets are fresh and dry.