The Runaway Bride - A Captive Flame Book One by Ashley Spector

completely. I panted, pressing my lips together,
trying to slow down my breathing, trying to bring my racing heart
back to its normal speed. “You’ve done very well, Rhonda. I would
never have thought you could last that long.” He leaned forward and
pressed a light kiss to the crest of my hip. “Would you like a
small reward now?” I nodded eagerly—not even caring what the reward
was. Krystopher chuckled. “You can move all you want starting…” he
reached out into a side compartment and withdrew a plastic,
egg-shaped implement. He pressed a button and it came to life,
humming and buzzing in his hands. “Now.” He pressed it up against
my clit and I nearly shrieked with pleasure, arching up, twisting
my hips down into the pulsing, humming vibrations that pressed
right up against my pleasure center.
     
    Krystopher continued
teasing me, dropping the vibrator down to the well of my pussy for
a few aching moments, pressing against me until the resistance of
my body started to wane and the egg slipped just inside of me; he
withdrew it and brought it to bear against my clit again, making me
shake and squirm with pleasure, desperate for release. “Keep in
mind, my dear, you don’t have permission to come—you haven’t earned
that yet.” I nodded mindlessly, hearing the words but not quite
comprehending them. I was so far gone that I could only react,
moving and writhing, throwing my head back against the seat,
reaching out and grabbing at Krystopher’s arms and legs, anywhere I
could find with my hands, in sheer desperation.
     
    When I thought I
would tumble into my climax—rules or no rules—Krystopher withdrew
the vibrator, leaving me keening in frustration as intense as
agony. He leaned in close to me, his face only inches from mine.
“Would you like to earn the right to come for me, little slave?” I
took a deep breath, trying to force my brain to work, to understand
what he was asking. The words filtered through my mind, penetrating
the haze of intense arousal that he had created.
     
    “Yes, yes, please,
Sir, I’d love to.” Krystopher lifted up my legs and tumbled me onto
the floor of the limo. I yelped, more surprised than hurt, and
looked up at him, confused and disappointed in some way I couldn’t
quite make out. Krystopher’s hands moved to his waist; he unbuckled
his belt, and a moment later he was opening his fly. He shifted on
the seat and pulled his pants down slightly, bringing his underwear
down over his hips along with his trousers. His hard cock sprung to
life, freed of the confines of his clothes, standing proudly erect.
It tilted slightly to the left, and as I looked up at him in my
startlement and confusion my gaze lingered at the sight of it. He
was thicker than Johnny, maybe half an inch longer, the tip of his
cock almost purple from the intensity of his arousal; a thin sheen
of precum was leaking from him, dripping down along the shaft as he
looked down at me, one eyebrow raised.
     
    “Up on your knees,
Rhonda, and crawl to me.” I gathered myself up and got onto my
knees, feeling humiliated as I crawled the short distance from
where I had fallen to the seat where he sat. I knelt in front of
him, watching him avidly, waiting for his next instructions. “I
think you know exactly what I’d like you to do to earn your right
to an orgasm.” I looked at his hard cock and licked my lips. It was
more than I was used to taking—but that was the theme of the day,
it seemed. I took a deep breath and bent my head, bringing my mouth
down to his cock slowly. I wrapped my lips around the tip, my
tongue flicking out to taste him. He was burning hot and rock-hard
in my mouth, and I felt him twitch as I started to lap at the
sharp-salty fluid dripping from him. Suddenly, without
understanding how or why, I was hungry to taste more of him, to
have him as fully in my mouth as humanly possible, and to give him
such pleasure that he couldn’t help but give me the right to
come.
     
    I took