In the quietude of a sleepy suburban town, where the most scandalous events were the occasional jaywalking or underage smoking, young Evelyn Thompson was about to have her world turned inside out. At 21, she was a blooming flower, untouched by the harsh realities of life, her innocence as pure as the driven snow. But every flower must wilt, and Evelyn’s wilting would come at the hands of a dark, dominant stranger.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Eve was alone in the house. Her relatives, leaving her behind to enjoy the solitude. Deep in a romance novel, she was curled up on the course when the doorbell rang. Behind the door stood a tall and imposing man, his eyes as dark as a moonless night. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his raven hair slicked back, and a small, sinister smile played on his lips.
“Evelyn Thompson?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble like distant thunder. She nodded, her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. “I’m here to take you,” he said, and before she could react, he grabbed her, one hand gripping her arm, the other muffling her screams.
The Captor
Evelyn awoke in an unfamiliar room, her head pounding, her body aching. She was sprawled on a large four-poster bed, her wrists and ankles bound to the posts with soft, black silk. Panic surged through her, and she tugged at her restraints, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a voice drawled from the shadows. The man from the door stepped into the light, his dark eyes roaming over her body, lingering on the curves her nightshirt did little to conceal. “I’m Lucian,” he said, “And you, my dear, are my captive.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with fear. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
Lucian smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. “Because, my sweet Evelyn, I’ve been watching you. I’ve seen the way you blush when reading your little books, and your breath hitches when you see something that excites you. You’re a sensual creature, Evelyn, hiding behind a facade of innocence. I’m here to introduce you to the world of your desires.”
Evelyn shook her head, her cheeks flushing pink. “No, you’re wrong,” she protested. But Lucian just smiled, his eyes gleaming with a dark promise.
The Initiation
Lucian approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Evelyn watched him, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling w of fear and anticipation. He crawled onto the bed, his hands framing her body, his face hovering above hers.
“You’re trembling, little one,” he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. “Are you afraid?”
Evelyn nodded, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Lucian smiled, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “Good,” he said. “Fear heightens the senses. It makes everything feel more… intense.”
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in an intense, dominating kiss. Evelyn gasped, her body arching into his as his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring, claiming. She had been kissed before, but never like this. This kiss was raw, primal, a declaration of ownership. She should have been repulsed and fought back, but instead, she found herself melting into him, her body betraying her.
Lucian pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “You taste like innocence,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I can’t wait to corrupt you.”
He moved down her body, his hands sliding up her nightshirt, pushing it up to reveal her pale, trembling flesh. Evelyn whimpered, her body squirming as his hands explored her, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, teasing them until they were hard, aching peaks. Evelyn arched into his touch, her body craving more, even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
Lucian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Your body knows what it wants, little one,” he murmured. It wants to be touched, explored, and claimed.”
He moved lower, his hands sliding down her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Evelyn tensed as his fingers brushed against her core, her breath hitching as he cupped her, his thumb circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She was wet, her body ready for him, and she could see the satisfaction in his eyes.
“You’re ready for me, little one,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Your body wants this, even if your mind is fighting it.”
He moved down, his head dipping between her thighs, his tongue replacing his thumb. Evelyn cried out, her body arching as he licked her, his tongue exploring her folds, circling her clit, driving her wild. She tugged at her restraints, her body thrashing as he brought her to the edge, her orgasm building, threatening to consume her.
But just as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away, leaving her panting, her body aching with need. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a husky whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
Lucian smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “Beg for it, little one,” he murmured. “Beg for me to make you come.”
Evelyn hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. But her body was aching, her need too great to deny. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, make me come.”
Lucian growled, his eyes flashing with triumph. He moved up her body, his hands framing her face, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, dominating kiss. She could taste herself on him, and it only served to heighten her arousal, her body writhing beneath him.
He entered her then, his cock hard and demanding as it slid into her, filling her, stretching her. Evelyn gasped, her body tensing as he began to move, his hips thrusting, his cock driving into her, claiming her. She wrapped her legs around him, her body meeting his thrusts, her hips moving in sync with his.
The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh pants of their breaths, the soft moans and gasps spilling from Evelyn’s lips. Lucian moved with a relentless rhythm, his body claiming hers, his eyes locked onto her face, watching her every reaction.
“You’re so tight, little one,” he growled, his voice strained with desire. “So hot, so wet. You were made for this, made to be fucked like this.”
Evelyn moaned, her body clenching around him, her orgasm building once more. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as he moved inside her, his cock hitting spots she never knew existed. Her body was alight with sensation, her nerves tingling, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.
Lucian leaned down, his lips capturing hers, his tongue mimicking the actions of his cock. He swallowed her moans, his body demanding her surrender. Evelyn gave it to him, her body yielding to his, her mind emptying of all thoughts but him.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, rubbing it, sending her spiraling out of control. Evelyn cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over her, consuming her.
Lucian growled, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper, chasing his release. He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his heat.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in harsh pants. Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, his body shaking slightly as he came down from his high.
They lay like that for a while, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Evelyn felt a strange sense of contentment; her body was sated, and her mind was quiet. She should have felt guilt, shame, and fear, but all she felt was a sense of rightness, like this was where she was meant to be.
Lucian rolled off her, his body sliding to the side, his arms still wrapped around her. He looked down at her, his eyes soft, his expression gentle. “How do you feel, little one?” he murmured.
Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “Confused,” she admitted. “I should hate this, hate you, but… I don’t.”
Lucian smiled, his fingers brushing her cheek. “It’s because this is who you are, Evelyn,” he said. “You’re a sensual creature, made for pleasure, made for this.”
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Evelyn sighed into it, her body melting into his. She could taste herself on him, could taste his desire, his passion. It was intoxicating and addictive.
But as he pulled away, reality came crashing back. She was his captive, his prisoner. She couldn’t just give in to this or accept this. She had to fight, had to resist.
As if sensing her thoughts, Lucian shook his head. “Don’t fight it, little one,” he murmured. “Don’t fight what you truly want.”
He moved down her body, his hands once again exploring her, his touch igniting her desire. Evelyn gasped, her body arching into his touch. Despite her mind’s protests, Evelyn’s body responded to Lucian’s touch, her flesh warming and yielding beneath his skilled hands. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to elicit the most intense responses. It was as if he had mapped out her body’s secrets before he had even laid a hand on her.
His fingers traced the curve of her breast, circling her nipple until it pebbled and hardened, begging for more. He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers, laving and sucking until Evelyn was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in soft pants. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same exquisite attention, while his hand trailed down her stomach, her hips, her thighs, before finally reaching the apex of her thighs.
Evelyn tensed as his fingers brushed against her core, her body remembering the pleasure he had already wrung from it. She was sore, her body unaccustomed to such intense use, but even the slight discomfort was erotic, a reminder of what he had done to her, of what he was going to do to her again.
Lucian lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers as his fingers parted her folds, stroking her with a feather-light touch. “You’re already wet for me again, little one,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”
Evelyn bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as he circled her clit, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel her body responding, her hips lifting to meet his touch, her breath coming in soft gasps.
“Look at me, Evelyn,” Lucian commanded, his voice sharp. Evelyn’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. “I want you to see who’s giving you this pleasure,” he said. “I want you to know who your body belongs to.”
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. Evelyn moaned, her body clenching around him, her hips moving in time with his hand. He added another finger, stretching her, filling her, his thumb keeping a steady rhythm on her clit.
Evelyn could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She was panting, her body writhing beneath him, her eyes locked onto his. He held her gaze, his eyes dark with desire and dominance, his hand moving between her thighs, his fingers curling inside her to hit a spot that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through her.
“Come for me, little one,” he commanded, his voice harsh with desire. “Let me see you fall apart.”
Evelyn cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, consuming her, leaving her panting and shaking in their wake. Lucian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her ride out her orgasm.
But he didn’t give her time to recover. He moved down her body, his head dipping between her thighs, his tongue replacing his fingers. Evelyn gasped, her body arching as he licked her, his tongue exploring her folds, circling her clit, driving her wild. She was oversensitive, her body still trembling from her orgasm, but he didn’t let up, his tongue relentless as he brought her to the edge again.
Evely Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body tensing as Lucian’s tongue swirled around her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, stroking that spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She was overwhelmed, her body already spent from her previous orgasm, but Lucian was relentless, his touch demanding, his tongue insistent.
“Lucian,” she gasped, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. She didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer, her body torn between the need for respite and the desire for more.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, his face glistening with her arousal. “Come for me again, little one,” he growled. “I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue.”
Evelyn cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit her. It was too much, too intense, her body shaking with the force of it. She tugged at his hair, her body arching into his mouth, her hips grinding against his face as he wrung every last drop of pleasure from her.
When he finally pulled away, Evelyn was panting, shaking mess, her body spent, her mind blank. Lucian moved up her body, his lips capturing hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, sharing her taste with her. She moaned softly, her body melting into his, her arms wrapping around him.
He was hard again, his cock pressing against her thigh. Evelyn reached down, her hand wrapping around him, her fingers barely able to circle his girth. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch, his body shaking with desire.
“I want to taste you,” Evelyn whispered, her eyes meeting his. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Lucian growled, his eyes flashing with lust. He moved up, straddling her chest, his cock level with her face. Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, his eyes locked onto hers.
“Open your mouth, little one,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire. Evelyn obeyed, her lips parting, her tongue reaching out to lick the head of his cock. He groaned, his hips jerking, his cock sliding into her mouth.
He was big, his cock filling her mouth, stretching her lips. Evelyn relaxed her jaw, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He tasted salty and musky, his scent filling her nostrils, his taste exploding on her tongue.
Lucian groaned, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes watering, her lips stretched around him. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, his face flushed with desire.
“Fuck, Evelyn,” he growled. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
Evelyn hummed, the vibration sending a shiver through Lucian. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper. Evelyn gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away, her body accepting his invasion, her mouth taking his cock deeper.
She could feel him tensing, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. She reached up, her hands cupping his ass, her fingers digging into his flesh, urging him on. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper.