I lay whimpering tiny cries beneath Anthony, while his hands softened and his breath slowed and I felt his shaft slowly relaxing inside me. His hand closed tightly, possessively around my breast. I whimpered softly at the sensation as his fingers absent-mindedly teased the abused nipple.
His semi-erect shaft was still inside me from behind, his hips pressed up firmly against mine. I whimpered to myself at the feeling of invasion. I half-wanted him out of me, but my cunt was pulsing gently around him, still enjoying the sensation.
‘Sleep, little Clare,’ Anthony murmured in my ear. ‘You’ll wake up if I get hard and want to fuck you again.’
Capturing Clare is a published novel
“Are you going to be good to me, Clare?”
Clare’s Christmas visit with her boyfriend’s family takes an unexpected turn when her boyfriend abandons her – leaving her at the mercy of his brothers. Now she’s the sexual plaything of the brothers and their best friend. They’ve been watching her hungrily, and they won’t take no for an answer.
She’s all alone, helpless – and about to have the wildest Christmas of her life.
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Capturing Clare: Chapter 11
[‘Capturing Clare’ contains maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and – ahem – Christmas themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here.]
With Anthony’s body wrapped around me, his hand on my breast, I drifted into a patchy sleep, his words revolving in my head.
You’ll wake up if I get hard and want to fuck you again.
I kept being pulled to half-awakeness, feeling Anthony’s hand now firmly on my hip, holding me against him while he slept. His shaft was still inside me, semi-erect and moving of its own accord, his hips pulsing gently into me while he slept. Each time I drifted back to sleep — I was so tired from the night’s exercise — I had strange sexy dreams where either he or his brother held me down in the dirt and fucked me roughly with a shaft the size of a tree branch.
I must have fallen into a deeper sleep at some point, because I came back to awakeness with Anthony patting my cheek gently.
‘Wake up, sweet Clare,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s nearly dawn.’
I realised two things with a shock.
One was that Anthony’s cock was still inside me, only it was fully hard now. The other was that a dim light was stealing into the room. I blushed red hot. Time to face the consequences. I wondered if I could sneak out of his room without meeting his eyes. I didn’t know how to do that though, especially given that he was embedded inside me. I flushed even hotter at the feeling.
Oh gods. What had I done?
‘I have to go,’ I muttered in a subdued voice, without looking at him. His hand was on my breast again and I didn’t know how I was going to persuade him to let me go.
‘Do you?’ he murmured, lazily, his hips fucking gently into me in the same lazy rhythm I remember from last night. ‘My parents won’t be up for a couple of hours. Not on Christmas Day. And I want my Christmas present.’
I blushed even hotter. ‘I thought you already got that,’ I muttered. ‘Last night. You remember?’
‘Oh no,’ he chuckled. ‘That was just the warm-up.’
He was fucking me imperceptibly with his hard cock inside me, gentle little strokes that I thought were almost unconscious on his part. I felt sore from last night’s activity but I thought — embarrassed again — that I could probably get wet again. I still had all those visions of his giant monster tree branch chainsaw cock hammering into me from my dreams.
I blushed again at the thought.
‘Dear little Clare,’ he murmured in my ear, his hand stroking down my body with long teasing caresses. ‘So good to fuck. So very good at taking cock.’ I moaned, embarrassed, my mind unable to stop playing for me the video of what he had done to me during the night.
Anthony was still talking. ‘Are you going to do as I tell you, Clare? Say yes.’
‘Yes,’ I whispered. I didn’t know why I was obeying him. No previous lovers had ever really ordered me around and I hadn’t realised how much it would turn me on.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured. ‘Come over to the window. I want to see you in the light.’
I didn’t want to see myself in the light. I didn’t want him to see me in the light. I didn’t want to meet his eyes and see him grin smugly about what he’d done last night. I really wished I could steal back to my room, and at the same time, steal back the knowledge of how much he turned me on.
Anthony pulled himself out of me, and my cunt closed thankfully, but also immediately regretting the loss of the sweet sensations of penetration. I cursed at myself silently because I knew I was going to stick around, if only to feel him inside me again.
Anthony pulled back the bedclothes and jumped out of bed, walking across to the window. He opened the curtains and I was able to see him in the dim pre-dawn light — a broad-shouldered body with strong muscles and narrow hips. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me, if not taller, and I cursed myself at how much the thought of him using that size and strength against me turned me on. His cock was hard and erect, thick and straight, rising gently from his body and tapering slightly to a thick, flat head.
‘Over here, girl,’ he beckoned, his voice curt and sharp, and flushing, I scrambled to obey.
Anthony sat himself down on a comfortable armchair near the window and I walked across to him, feeling awkward. I didn’t want him to see me naked. I didn’t!
He leaned back in the chair, his hands resting on the broad upholstered arms. I forced my eyes not to look at his cock, rising erect in the air between us. I knew he was going to want to put it back inside me.
I wanted it badly, but I was also so embarrassed in the daylight, without the covering of the blankets and the darkness.
‘Stand in front of me,’ he ordered, his voice sharp. ‘I want to look at you.’
I flushed as his insolent eyes scrolled slowly down and up my body, resting for a long time with a grin on my breasts, my thighs and my groin.
‘So sexy,’ he murmured. ‘I like you even more in the daylight. When I can see your breasts that is. Not like last night at dinner, when I just had to imagine what they looked like.’ He grinned at me. ‘You are an excellent fucktoy, Clare. Turn around.’
I turned away from him instinctively, flushing hotly at the supposed compliment and the term ‘fucktoy’. I had made the mistake of looking down briefly, and I saw his cock, still hard, streaming wet with his own pre-cum.
I could feel his eyes running up and down my back and across my butt. Standing here naked while he perved on my body felt so richly wanton.
‘Bend forward, girl,’ he ordered. ‘Put your hands on the wall in front of you.’
I didn’t obey immediately, I felt frozen at the thought of him seeing me like that.
‘Do it, Clare,’ he snapped, his voice deliberately harsh. ‘I want to see the hole I fucked last night.’
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