Captured By The Count: An Abduction And Breeding Fantasy - Plot & Excerpts
Shifting a bit, he arranged himself so that he could use the arm on which he was leaning to reach out and pinch her nearest tender titty while his fingers claimed even more interesting territory, fluttering almost playfully over her clit, not really touching it but rather brushing it just barely, just enough to make her try to arch up to grind against his hand, which, of course, she couldn’t really do. All she succeeded in doing, really, was lifting her belly a bit, but that was about all, especially considering that he had already removed his hand, just in case. He would control whether or not she had any pleasure, and not anyone or anything else. That was why she still slept every night with her hands bound. Her appetites had come to the forefront during these months, and he refused to allow her to experience anything without him. But he put it right back where it had been, testing and teasing her, judging – as he had learned to do over these last months – just where she was in relation to cumming – and she always seemed to be much closer than he thought. Of course, she was still required to hold off until she had his permission, and he love teasing her.
What do You think about Captured By The Count: An Abduction And Breeding Fantasy?
