Captured 6

I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.

Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.

“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help