Captive- Veiled Desires

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balls slapping against her pussy, milking her even more. His rhythm grew stronger, rougher, harder, deeper.
    “Cum for me, baby,” he ordered. “Cum, Amy.”
    And in obedience, her body spasmed, her pussy clenching as bursts of orgasm rushed up her. She felt him shoot into her, filling her with another set of orgasmic pleasure.
    He collapsed over her, his sweaty body chafing against her breasts. She could almost hear his heartbeat racing wildly inside his chest.
    She cradled his head, soothing him. However, Nora still lurked there at the back of her mind. She tried brushing her worries aside. She thought the sex would have eased her. And it had very briefly. But now that it was all done, Nora had returned to haunt her again.
    Where was she? Where was Nora?
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Her wrists hurt her and she writhed in pain. The gag was still in her mouth. How had she breathed during the entire time she was unconscious? Was it even possible?
    Nora opened her eyes slowly. She wasn’t resting on a hard floor this time but on the soft padding of a mattress. The bright colors of the bedspread caught her eyes and she tilted her head up slightly to make some sense of where she was.
    The flashy curtains ballooned in the light breeze and the stream of fresh air mixed with the scent of jasmine drifted welcomingly to her nose. The change from the dusty dirty cell she was once imprisoned in should have pleased her. But instead it only unnerved her more. Had she been sold to some Arab as a sex slave?
    She recalled the last words of her American –Afghan captor. Which of those was he, she still wasn’t sure. You’re going to be my wife. She pulled her knees up to herself in fear, trying to peek about her.
    “If you promise not to scream, I will take that gag off you,” she heard him say from across the room.
    Startled, she tried to peer behind her, but her bound wrists and ankles limited her flections. The man who had introduced himself as Adam Afridi came into her view, his hands in his pockets as he looked down casually onto her. Her eyes welled with tears. How could a man as handsome and defined as he was, do this to her- to a woman? To see her weakened and bound at his mercy? Disgust filled her, shame clouded her face.
    “Well?” he asked.
    She gave him a slight nod. He sat down before her and dragged her towards him by her feet. He helped her sit up and then reached behind her to untie the towel muffling her. She tried not to focus on his musk tantalizing her senses. He had showered she noticed, and changed into a pair of clean jeans and a tee-shirt. His clothes made a remarkable difference to his persona. His choice of western clothing eased the trepidation inside her.
    But he is the same man, she reminded herself.
    Her eyes fell on his chest and sudden warmth spread through her core. His muscles on his biceps strained against the rim of his sleeves. They were strong, they were protective.
    Don’t be stupid, Nora. He’d kill you in an instant , she chanted to herself.
    He had protected her against Mateen for a reason. She didn’t know why and the reasons didn’t matter. She had to survive and that was all that was important for the present.
    He released the gag from her mouth and she coughed, glad to be rid of the cottony taste in her mouth. She flexed her lips, trying to alleviate the numbness in it, alternating between large mouthfuls of air.
    “Don’t worry. I only had the gag placed back when you started stirring,” he said.
    Was that supposed to comfort her? She looked at him apprehensively above her brows. Try stuffing that disgusting rag into your mouth, you bastard.
    She dared not say it aloud though. She still had yet to know where he stood with her. With Mateen at least she knew he was an evil psychopath. This man, on the other hand, was unpredictable.
    “I’ll remove the binds of your hands and ankles only if you behave,” he said sternly.
    She nodded again and he began untying the ropes. He clasped

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