Cage

When I open my eyes, my body relaxes, and I look around for the first time. The walls are close together, but the room is bigger than the cell we were in. There are even stairs leading upward.

She grabs my hand and pulls me in to the part she calls a living room. There are windows everywhere, just like our prison, but some of them can actually open. Behind it is green grass and trees, exactly as she described it. It’s pretty … and so light.

I never knew the outside was this bright.

And this place … this is her house, her space, her home.

It’s beautiful.

I can see why she missed it so much.

As I stare outside and place a hand on the window, wanting to go there, she goes to her knees right in front of me and starts to unlace my dirty shoes. I can’t stop focusing on the fact she’s at the exact height she was at when she first wrapped her pretty lips around my cock, though.

That is one memory I’ll never forget, no matter where I am.

Now that we’re both free of our prisons, I’ll get to see her do it many more times.

And I intend to make it happen very soon.

“Let’s get these out of the way,” she says, pulling them off and chucking them onto a small rug right in front of what looks like a door to her garden.

It’s strange not to stand on a concrete floor. The wood on the floor in this room feels … nice.

“Hungry?” she asks, and I cock my head, smiling.

“Very …” I can’t stop myself from practically groaning because my mouth is already watering at the sight of her.

But she turns and walks right off into a different space in the living room that has lots of little doors with tables on top and things I don’t recognize.

As she pulls open a door, I recognize some food sitting on the shelves, so I walk toward her and smack it shut again. She seems surprised, but I grasp her face with both hands and say, “Not that kind …”

A hint of a smile forms on her lips, and it looks so appetizing that I bend over and kiss her on the mouth, claiming her again as I did before in the woods.

She giggles in my mouth, and it makes me pull away for a second. “Oh …” A blush appears on her cheeks. “I get it.”

I smirk. “You do?”

She closes her eyes for a brief second, smiling like crazy. “C’mon … let’s go upstairs.”

I frown. “Upstairs?”

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to my body, wanting her to feel every ounce of my lust for her. “Why not here?”

I kiss her again, this time parting her lips with my tongue, wanting to taste every inch of her.

“Because you’re dirty,” she retorts, grinning against my lips as I stop kissing her.

“So?” I don’t see the problem.

She rolls her eyes and pulls away from my embrace, but she still holds my hand. “Follow me.”

She pulls me along again back to the place where we entered and then up the stairs. The softness underneath my feet feels strange, but I like it. It’s soft and delicate … like her.

We pass a few doors and enter the one in the back. Squares stones are on the floor, but none like I’ve ever seen before. In front of me is a sink with a mirror above it and a small cabinet filled with towels beside it. In the back of the room is something that looks like a shower.

Ella closes the door behind me and slides around me, curling her fingers underneath my shirt to pull it over my head. She looks at me, her eyes reflecting the same need as in mine.

I know what she wants … I want it just as much, if not more.

* * *

Ella

I can’t help but to stare at his muscular pecs as my eyes travel downward to the V that leads me to the hardest bit of his body. I can see it grow in his pants as I gaze at it. It’s already stiff, just from us exchanging looks.

I lick my lips, almost tempted to go down on my knees again and suck him off.

But he’s still covered in blood, still dirty, still … a savage. It wouldn’t be right. Not when we just came back from the woods where I found him.

When I gaze up into his eyes again, he’s not looking away either, and I find it hard to even breathe around him. I know he can sense my desire from the way my skin flushes around him.

He towers above me, but as I undo his pants and slowly push them down, he still doesn’t move an inch. I bite my lip as my hands run down his firm ass, which I can’t help but touch. As the fabric drops to the floor, all that remains is his naked body … and my eyes ogling his ample length.

It looks even bigger in the light of day.

He tips up my chin with his thumb and whispers, “Mine?”

Goose bumps scatter all over my skin.

God … it feels so good to hear him say that right now.

I nod, and he leans in for a mind-numbing kiss, putting all my senses on high alert.

I place a hand on his chest, pushing him away before we jump into things again. Still, my eyes can’t help but draw a line downward again. I suck in a breath, gazing at his shaft, wondering how good it would feel to have him inside me.

But I shake my head and force myself to remember we only just came home. He needs to get used to this place first. Used to being free. Used to me.

So I grab his hand and pull him with me into the shower, turning it on as I step away so I don’t get wet too.

The water cascades down on his naked body, washing away the blood and dirt. He’s quickly clean again, and I can’t help but stare at the rivulets forming down his abs. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, eager to lick them off his skin, but I quickly stop myself again and clear my throat.

“Let me know when you’re done,” I say, turning around and walking off.

However, right before I manage to slip away, he grabs my wrist.

“Stay.” The guttural, throaty voice has me shivering with need.

I stop and glance at him … That was a mistake.

Those eyes.

God, those eyes.

They’re sinful.

How can I resist when he looks at me like he’s ravenous?

It’s impossible. I already lost the fight the moment he kissed me.

He doesn’t let go … not until he’s raked me in like a prize on a hook. And I let him twist me close to his body, despite my clothes getting completely drenched from the shower.

I don’t care anymore.

I’m done resisting. Done fighting the desire to let him take me.

So I let him take me into his arms and kiss me hard.

I’m completely his.

* * *

Cage

She might think she can run, but it’s too late for that. She was mine the moment she stepped into my prison, and she is still mine now. Nothing changes the fact she belongs to me. Not a glass prison or a wooden home, nor the dirt or the blood washing away with the water.

I want her … I don’t care what I have to do, but I will get her on her knees.

I don’t know why I feel so riled up, but I am … I want to stake my claim on her, show her she’s mine. No one, and I mean no one, can come between us.

Not those people outside, not my father, not her friend … no one. Not even her.

I won’t allow her to run. Not this time.

Once was all I could take, but I want her in my arms and on my lips … And I want that sweet pussy around my cock again.

It’s been too fucking long.

Living like a savage in the outside world put my senses on high alert. Being alone for so long only made my desires stronger, my lust for her growing by the day.

And now that she’s finally in my arms, I’m not letting her go.

No fucking way.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I pull her into the shower with me, not caring if she gets completely soaked. Clothes don’t matter; they can dry. What matters is finally releasing this pent-up need inside me … and inside her.

Because from the way she latches onto my mouth with equal greed, I can definitely tell she’s been holding her desires for far too long.

I kiss her back just as hard, taking her tongue with mine and circling around. My hand slides down her neck to her tits, squeezing tight, twisting her nipple with my thumb and index finger. Her sweet moan makes my cock rock hard, and I pull her against me to make her feel it.

I want her. I need her so badly—it’s almost inhuman the way my body aches for hers.

My fingers curl around her shirt, and I pull it over her head, tossing it away. Her nipples peak against my skin, and I bend over to cover them with my mouth, sucking hard to make them even more taut.

With my other hand, I release the button of her pants and force them down. My hand immediately dives between her crevice, wanting to feel her pussy clench around my fingers. She moans into my mouth as I flick her clit and thrust a finger inside. I’ve missed the sound of her moans, the wetness inside her. I want it all, and I will have it all.

However, she unlatches her mouth from mine and pulls away from me.

“What—”

She places a finger on my lips, smiling deviously. Then she goes down on her knees.

I stand in awe at her beautiful, pristine eyes gazing up at me while she perches herself against the wall … right in front of my dick.

Her tongue dips out, and she latches onto it.

I immediately tense up, not used to the feel of her hands and mouth around my length. Fuck, it’s been too long since I last felt her there.

I focus, trying not to come right away as she licks me. It looks so good from up here with that sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock. She’s so innocent yet so dirty … and completely mine.

My woman, my Ella. I’m finally here to make her feel good again, and instead, she chooses to give me the ultimate pleasure. How could I not smirk when I see her kneel between my legs?

However, when she takes me into her mouth, that smile quickly turns into a groan, and I struggle not to shove it in farther.

She sucks and licks so wonderfully … making me want to come right down her throat.

I grab a fistful of her hair and hold it tight as she moves forward and back across my length. My balls tighten as my veins pulse; my dick releases pre-cum onto her tongue, but she doesn’t even seem fazed by it.

Instead, she takes it even deeper. All the way to the base.

Another groan escapes my mouth. My whole body tenses as the tip touches the back of her throat.

She gulps, coughing as I pull out again, not wanting to hurt her … but fuck me, her choking sounded so good. I want to do it again.

So I wrap my hand around her face and pull her back over my cock again. She doesn’t resist me, so I push on, thrusting in and out. She lets me take control, lets me fuck her mouth against the wall despite her struggle to breathe. I can see it in her eyes; she’s begging me to do it, begging me to fuck her mouth and come all over her tongue and down her throat.

She’s perfect, too perfect, and it makes me roar out loud and thrust in all the way to the base again. My balls tighten, and I roar as I release my seed inside her mouth. I jet inside her, holding her down, coating her tongue with my thick cum. Her tongue moves against my length, swallowing it all down.

As I pull out again, she wheezes, gasping for air.

I bend over and kiss her on the forehead, wanting her to know how much I love her. She greedily accepts it, glancing up at me like a little angel as I tip up her chin and kiss her on the lips. The sweet, salty taste makes me remember how much I’ve missed her … and how much I enjoy having her be mine.

With my help, she rises to her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck again. My cock is still hard, still eager for more, so I push her against the wall and let my tongue roll down her body, along her nipples, suckling on them.

I lift her up, and she folds her legs around my waist, her eyes on me. I don’t break our gaze. Not even when I lower her onto my shaft and grunt with pure need. She’s so wet … All this from just having me in her mouth?

It’s the best gift she could give me right now, and I’ll gladly accept it.

I bury myself deep inside her until her mouth forms an o. I start rocking up and down, fucking her hard, our eyes never unlocking. Every thrust goes deeper and every moan is louder.

I bang her hard against the stone shower wall, not giving a shit whether it’s right or wrong. I need her now more than I need oxygen to breathe. I can’t take my eyes off her, can’t take my lips off her skin, and don’t want this connection to break. Ever.

“Mine?” I growl, nibbling on her lip.

“Yours,” she mewls as I thrust even harder.

A smirk spreads on my lips, and I ravish her some more.

“Come,” I growl, wanting to feel her tighten around me.

And she does. Right as I say it, her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she comes undone. Her body quakes, but I stop her from falling, holding her body close to mine. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I groan with her, allowing my seed to spill into her again.

We rock up and down, her body wrapped around mine while I coat her insides with my cum. She’s glowing, glistening from the hot shower, her body covered in sweat and water. I swipe my tongue along her skin, wanting to taste every inch of her skin.

Partially sated, I pull her under the shower with me.

But it doesn’t cool me off.

Far from it.

But after a quick kiss, she insists on grabbing some bottle and squeezing the contents out on my body and rubbing it all over me. So I go along with it, smearing the soap on her body too, getting to run my hands all over her again.

Of course, by the time she’s rinsing off the soap, I’ve already grown another hard-on just from looking at her.

She chuckles, hiding her laughter behind her hand.

“What?” I ask.

She steals a glance at my shaft before looking straight at me again.

I raise a brow. “Hungry for more?”

The smile that appears on her lips is enough of a yes for me, so I put my arms around her waist and underneath her legs and lift her up into my arms, making her squeal.