Chapter 2 The Captive And The Captor

The girl glares at me maliciously as I release her mouth, sliding my hand down her throat so she can talk. “Amara!” She scowls at me.

“And do you know why you are here, Amara?” I keep my voice low and try to ignore the tingle of thrill I’m feeling at my fingertips. She shakes her head and I swear I see a tear start to form before she bravely blinks it away. “You’re here because your daddy fucked with the wrong man.”

My fingers slip lower, brushing between her pert, little tits. I regret having my guard strip her down to her underwear now, that pleasure should have been mine. Taking one of those tits in my palm, I crush it, making a gasp slip from her lips and her eyes close, almost like she finds a little pleasure in my touch. “You’re here because he is unable to protect you,” I remind her of the position she’s in, in case she’s forgotten. Lowering my touch to her tight, flat stomach, I spread my fingers wide and slip them under the waistline of her white, cotton panties. “And you're here because you are going to give me something very special.” My lips touch against her neck, feeling her pulse beat against them, and the scared little whimper she makes into my ear makes my cock hard. Slowly, my middle finger slides between her pussy lips and she proves she’s not the innocent, little being I’m sure her father thinks she is when she dampens it. I do nothing to hide the smirk from my face as I arch my free hand under her chin and grip so tight my fingers shake. “Don’t be scared. I think you're going to enjoy the things I do to you, Amara.”

Raising my slick finger from between her legs, I trail it around her lips to coat them in her disgrace. The girl wasn’t supposed to take pleasure in what would happen to her but, I have to admit, I like the irony in it. Villafuerte’s precious, little princess, whose marriage has probably been arranged since before she could walk, begging to be fucked by his enemy. I like the idea so much, that I decided to set myself the challenge. I watch her lips rub together when she tastes herself on them and the way her eyes flutter, as she blushes from it, proves this will be far too easy. “Good night, Amara.”

I drag myself away, leaving her chained to the wall like an animal, as I head toward the door.

 “Wait, are you just going to leave me here?” The fear in her voice gets my dick even harder and I pause, turning my head to take one final look at her before I leave.

“For now.” I feel the dark grin pull on my lips before I exit and slam the door behind me.

 “Manfred.” Daniel meets me at the top of the stairs. If he hasn’t made it clear enough that he thinks this is a bad idea, the worried look on his face says it all.

“Relax, it went well.” I march past him toward my office, leaving the door open for him to follow me. I pour myself something strong and leave the stopper off the decanter, so he can help himself. Then, taking a seat behind my desk, I wait for him to start his lecture.

“So, what now? You can’t keep her chained down there until you’ve knocked her up. That could take months and what then? She will need medical treatment during the pregnancy. You haven’t thought this through.” Daniel shakes his head, getting more and more agitated as he paces. “You’ll give yourself a heart attack”

I light myself a cigarette before taking a file from my drawer and throwing it on the desk in front of me.

“What is this?” He picks it up and starts flicking through the information inside.

“That is Dr. Jonathan Ferrero, he specializes in fertility but also has an impressive history in obstetrics. I want you to bring him to me.” I blow a cloud of smoke into the air and rest back in my chair, kicking my feet up on the desk and letting my mind wander back to the little creature I have chained in my basement. I really hope Daddy’s been keeping her a virgin in preparation for her suitor. The benefits will soon be mine if he has.

“And there’s nothing I can say to convince you that this is a bad idea?” Daniel interrupts my train of thought.

“No.” I shake my head, keeping a very serious look on my face.

“I’ll send Lance and Edgar to fetch the doctor.” Daniel Montoya gives up trying to reason with me, tucking the folder under his arm and heading out of my office with a displeased look on his face. Just like his father was to mine, Daniel is loyal, but he’s never been a go-getter. I pull open my desk drawer and take out the sonogram picture Tamara handed me just before she died. I’ll never know if our child was a boy or a girl, or if it had my eyes. Villafuerte will pay for that, whether or not his daughter does too, will be a matter of her opinion.

Amara Villafuerte POV

 How did I get here? One minute, I’m enjoying a peaceful stroll on my father’s private beach, while all my so-called friends slept off their hangovers. Next, I’m being hauled away by the masked men who brought me here. I fought like a Villafuerte should. I punched, I bit and I scratched like a tiger. But there were five of them, five strong men who I stood no chance against.

Now, I’m here in a cold, damp room, stripped to my underwear with my neck chained to a wall, and my pulse throbbing wildly. The shiver on my skin wasn’t from the cold, it wasn’t there until I saw him. I didn’t feel the butterflies in my stomach until he lifted that blindfold and his dark eyes singed into mine. I’m ashamed of the way I reacted to his touch, humiliated by the amount of men who have seen me in my underwear in the past 24 hours, and the only positive I can pull from this situation, is the fact that the man who took me is going to die a very slow, painful death. Nobody takes Steven Villafuerte’s daughter and lives…

The door opens and when my host returns I make a conscious effort not to look him in the eyes, again. I immediately fail. The man in front of me is far too handsome to ignore. He’s tall and well-built. The black shirt he’s wearing fits over his muscles like a glove. And I really shouldn’t be focusing on how chiseled his scruff-covered jaw is, as he scratches his tattooed fingers through it and studies me.

“How are you?” His voice is smooth and calm as he positions himself directly in front of me. I respond by pulling my head back and spitting right into his handsome face. His dark, brown eyes penetrate anger into mine, as he wipes the saliva from the crease of his nose. Then, taking some time to scrutinize the way it looks on his fingers, he shocks me by slipping them between his lips and sucking them clean.

 “Mmm,” he growls deeply, his forehead creasing as he tastes me. “Looks like we will have to work on your manners. I expected better from a princess.”

The way he speaks so calmly gets right under my skin and I swear, if my ankles weren’t shackled to the ground, I’d raise my knee and smash him in his balls.

“I apologize for the late intrusion.” His fingers twist around a strand of my hair as he talks.

 “I’m not a very good sleeper.” His touch lowers over my body and sets off a desire inside me that shouldn’t be there.

“I will confess, you are much prettier than I thought you would be. What I’m going to do to you won’t be much of a chore to me, at all.” My skin shivers when he lazily traces his fingertips along my panty line and causes my pussy to automatically tense. It’s all kinds of wrong that I crave to feel him there again, and I have to do all I can not to show it. This won’t be forever, it’s only a matter of time before my father finds out where I am. “You are going to die for this,” I warn, my father may not have spent much time with me growing up, but the one thing I do remember him teaching me, was never to show fear.

My captor’s straight lips hook up into a smile, one that I shouldn’t be finding attractive. “Maybe.” He shrugs. “If that is to be the case, I hope you are worth it.” Dropping his head, he places a gentle kiss on my forehead and I struggle against my restraints to fight him off. His cool instantly falters and he shoves my body hard into the wall behind me, bracing himself against the bricks with his palm, while his other hand slowly slides up my thigh and creeps inside my panties.

“All I’ve thought about, up there, is whether or not you are pure.” His whisper isn’t soft anymore, it’s harsh and vicious. And, as two of his fingers stroke against my sensitive flesh, I tense my body and try to hold in my reaction. “You’re wet, Amara,” he points out, mockingly. “Soaking, fucking wet. Far too wet to be a virgin.”

His lips brush against my cheek as he speaks and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. “I think I should investigate this matter…a little deeper. What do you think?”

My head shakes back at him. “Your head says no, but your pussy is telling me something very different.” He strokes me some more with his fingers and, instead of shaking my head, I fix my eyes on his and wait. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as the two fingers he’s pleasuring me with, edge closer to my entrance and I feel all my muscles clam up.

“You tense like you're afraid.” A malicious snigger follows his words, making me want to punch it off his face but, instead, I dig my nails into my palms and wait for what comes next. “Breathe.” He remains calm, inhaling deep with me as he teasingly circles his finger around my entrance. “Relax.” His voice somehow soothes me enough to exhale and, as I do, he slowly slips his finger inside me. “Mmmm.”

He makes the same satisfied sound he made when he tasted my saliva off his fingers, and it triggers my body to squeeze around the finger he has seated inside me. “That’s a good girl.” His praise fulfills something inside that I didn’t realize was missing; and as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, he gifts me with a sensation that feels both uncomfortable and thrilling, at the same time. “You're so fucking tight. My cock is going to rip you apart,” he threatens, with a hint of laughter in his tone.

I hate it, even if that threat is what is making me soak his finger. And when he slides another one inside me, stretching me further, the pad of his thumb softens the sting by applying some pressure to my clit. I can feel something building up inside of me, something that makes the ground feel like it’s disappearing and the air around me harder to suck in. His fingers slip in and out of me so much easier because of how wet I’m making them, and when his tongue slides up my throat, and his teeth nip my ear, my stomach threatens to explode. I whimper like an injured puppy when I feel the pleasure start to brim. Then, suddenly, his fingers pull away, leaving me with a dull, aching throb in the pit of my stomach and making me want to claw the smirk, he makes back at me, off his face. “It seems I will be your first.” He takes his soaked, wet fingers and traces them over the skin on my stomach as if he’s marking me.

“You could have just asked.” Not once in the hours since I have been taken have I cried, but I feel the threat of tears now. It’s ridiculous and only confirms the power this man could have over me if I let him.

“Where would the fun in that have been?” He shakes his head as he skims those magic fingers over my panties, to tease me some more. “We will get started tomorrow I suggest that you are compliant. I think I’ve proven that I can make this bearable for you. But I’ll warn you that I’m not renowned for my tolerance.”

Turning his back on me, he starts to walk back towards the door.

“Please!” The word tumbles out of my mouth, and I’m so confused, I don’t know if I’m begging him to come back or to let me go. “That’s a really good start, Amara.” He smiles wickedly before leaving me alone for the second time today.

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