Captive Heart

Sophia was carried by Alexander across his penthouse with his neck supported by her arms, his waist held by her delicate, slender legs, and his large hands supporting her up by cupping her little, firm ass. She placed her tempting mouth on his, kissing him more softly and sweetly than he'd ever been kissed before, her eyes soft with want for him and their faces so close together. Even with her distracting him, he could easily make it to the other side of the flat because she was a lightweight and there wasn't much furniture in his penthouse to avoid.

She pulled on his hair while playing with his hair, teasingly running her tongue over his lower lip and gently pulling on that area of flesh with her teeth and he allowed her to explore, giving her a momentary advantage because he would take full control of the situation once they entered his bedroom. When they got there, he let her slide down his rigid, agonizingly aroused body until her feet were on the ground.

He said, "Get up on the bed."

She ascended onto the bed as he went into his wardrobe and took off all of his clothing save for his boxer underwear. Then, thrilled to find her curled up on the blanket, he took out a silk tie from one of his drawers and went back into the bedroom. He walked over and said, "Put your hands over your head and hold the slats in the headboard."

She gave him a startled expression as she blinked at him, and he grinned as he ran the silk strip between his hands. "When I said I would tie you to my bed, did you think I was joking?"

She looked at his naked chest as he stood by the side of the mattress, then she looked down at the thick erection that would soon experience what it was like to be padded in the cozy warmth of her body. She moistened her lips before returning her gaze to his. "I guess I wasn't sure," she said.

"Be quite certain, Sophy, because I never say anything only to startle you. You will be restrained to my bed, and I will eat up all the honey between your attractive thighs until I am satisfied that you are lubricated enough to consume the entirety of me."

She didn't think twice to raise her arms above her head and curl her fingers around the sturdy wooden bars despite the fact that his explicit remarks caused her skin to flush and her nipples to stiffen into ripe berries on top of her pert breasts. His desire for her increased tenfold as a result of her compliance.

He muttered, "Good girl," and leaned over to fasten her wrists and check that the rest of the fabric secured her arms in place. He then retrieved a condom from the nightstand after opening it.

"Alex . . ." Her voice was as frightened as her eyes were as she drew his interest.

"What if I want nothing between us?" Even as his dick twitched at the idea of being inside of her naked, he shook his head.

"I won't take the chance that you might become pregnant." In spite of his acceptance that he would be the one to steal her virginity since that is what she wanted, his first concern was always keeping her safe.

"I've been using pills to control my periods for years," she said. She shifted apprehensively on the bed, apparently unaccustomed to having chats of this nature.

"This is what I want for my first time, if you're good. only you. All of you. Please."

Jesus, this woman tore him to pieces, and something close to his heart loosened with a softer, intensely loving emotion.

He assured her, "I'm clean." He was often tested as part of his own life insurance, and it had been a while since he had been intimate with a woman. He undid his underpants as she was watching, sliding his thumbs into the waistband and pushing it down.

She had previously seen him in the bathroom naked, but she couldn't stop staring at him. Deeper breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, and they hadn't even begun. He proceeded to the foot of the bed, rounded there, and climbed up onto the mattress before removing her underwear with ease. He threw them to the ground before turning to face her and giggling at how politely she was pressing her thighs together. Her sudden modesty played into his more dominating side, which wanted to dominate and command and enjoyed seeing her succumb to his orders, despite his best intentions to remove whatever last inhibitions she may have had tonight.

He said directly to Sophy, "Spread your legs. Nice and wide, allowing room for my shoulders."

Only a very modest separation of her knees allowed him to catch a glimpse of the hidden treasure between the shadows. He slipped his fingers up her leg and bit the soft inner thigh flesh as punishment for her disobedience. A surprised, hurt squeak burst from her mouth, and her hands immediately tugged on the ropes that bound her wrists. Despite having eyes the size of saucers, she didn't appear upset or scared. No, the glimmer of excitement in her eyes gave him the reassurance that everything was good.

"That was just to catch your eye. The first time I ask you to do something, I expect you to comply," he continued, feathering his thumb across the area he had just tweaked to take away any remaining hurt. He gave her a stern look and said, "This is what you asked for. You begged me for this, so here it is. In order to feel comfortable while resting between your thighs, I need to adjust. Give me the space I need by taking a look at the width of my shoulders."

This time, she spread her feet widely apart as she let out a ragged breath that made her stomach quake. This gave him a hot, direct view of her pretty pink pussy, full lips, plump clit, and all that sweet cream waiting for him to lap up. He immediately made himself at home at the gates of heaven. He positioned each of her legs over his shoulders and placed his mouth over her sex, oblivious to the way his heavy, pounding dick dug into the mattress. As he gave her a slow, thorough lick that finished with the tip of his tongue brushing across her clit, she immediately moaned and her thighs shook.

He pressed one long finger into her tight sheath, then two as her hips jiggled. His head spun at the notion of how fantastic she was going to feel encircling his large dick as she gasped in a surprised breath, her body tensing at the invasion and clamping down on those two digits. In an effort to avoid going into a rut and keep his attention solely on Sophia's pleasure, he groaned and automatically ground his erection into the mattress. He stretched her, preparing her body to take up the entirety of him as he ate her pussy with his lips and the slip-slide of his tongue since she was so smooth and warm until, at last, he felt her inner muscles begin to give way to the fingers' deepest thrusts. His ears picked up her faint, keening cry, and her hips spontaneously began to move, attempting to elicit the orgasm he had been building with each stroke of his tongue and the glide of his thumb over her clit. He wanted it to be very enormous. More of her secretions slicked his fingers as her arousal increased and she gave herself over to his delicious agony, which was precisely what he needed to prepare his dick for when the time came, which was going to be soon.

She whispered helplessly, "Alex."

Her lower body writhed against his mouth and the slow, deep pump of his fingers stroking in and out of her while her arms pulled at the knot holding her hands to the headboard.

She pleaded deliriously, "Please, please, please."

He satisfied her body's insatiable appetite. As he twisted and swallowed the swelling nub of her clitoris, her breathing became more subdued. Her entire body stiffened as her orgasm crashed through her when he purposefully rubbed the pad of his fingers against that delicate, sensitive patch of skin inside her vaginal walls. She screamed until her voice was hoarse before finally sinking back down to the mattress in a lifeless heap. sat up in between her outstretched thighs.

He couldn't recall ever feeling anything like the pain in his cock and balls. All he knew was that he had to be inside Sophia, not to steal her virginity but rather to fuse his body closely to hers in order to claim her as his own. He caught a glimpse of her face as she smiled sensually with full lips and dark, soft, and sexy blue eyes.

She whispered, oh so sweetly, "I'm ready, Alex," her exquisite body his for the plundering.

He questioned her with a raspy voice, "Are you sure?," but he knew she hadn't altered her mind. that she continued to seek this. desired him.

She offered him a faux frown, her face etched with the fun he adored in her. "Don't make me re-ask, please."

While Sophia was still restrained and his dick was oozing with pre-come, he laughed. He desired the enjoyment she was about to provide. He desired the release and orgasm. He understood he wanted this lady more than anything else when he positioned his body on top of hers, braced his forearms at the sides of her head, and met her open, unguarded look that revealed a portion of her enormous heart and tender soul. not sexual. none of her virginity. not as a conquest or retaliation. All he wanted was her. Throughout his lifetime. Each and every single day.

He experienced the realization as a sucker punch. He understood that it was impossible for them to have a future together since she was not his to retain and because her father's actions had caused too much sorrow and damage in the past. He ignored the gut-wrenching thought and chose to concentrate on the woman who was currently in his arms. He flexed his hips as he gently moved inside of her, feeling her channel widen to accommodate his width, his sensitive dick's delicate head already snug against the smooth opening of her body. Her eyes widened in awe at the powerful pressure he applied to fill her after only a few inches.

Her inside muscles tightened around his shaft like a tiny pleasure vise as she quickly inhaled while tensing beneath him. He moaned loudly and had to fight the want to thrust hard, quick, and deep and bury himself to the hilt in all that intense heat, despite the fact that she was dripping wet and his dick was already covered in her slippery moisture. Instead, despite the fact that his blood was on fire, he held her eyes and stroked hair away from her hot face with a gentleness he wasn't even aware he had when it came to having sex with a woman. He ran his palm along her smooth, warm face, "Are you okay? If you need me to stop because it's too much,"

Even though her eyes were blurred with pain, she pleaded, "Don't stop. It burns but I want more. You are all I ever wanted.

Jesus. Her words drove him insane with lust and longing. He felt a scorching, unquenchable need surge through him, and gritting his teeth, he proceeded to slowly ease his hips forward, sinking lower as Sophia screamed and writhed beneath him. She must have known precisely where he was and what was about to happen as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and tried her hardest to prevent him from even slightly withdrawing when he came up against a tighter barrier.

Despite the fact that she was restrained and at his total command, she continued to look up at him with gentle, trusting eyes. She rasped, "I don't want you to be kind or careful, Alex. Just go for it."

He took a sharp breath out and held her motionless while running his fingers through her hair on either side of her head. "I'm so fucking sorry, but it's going to hurt." Knowing there was no simple way to avoid the inevitable, he pushed his hips forward with a single, forceful thrust, piercing the constricted skin with every inch of his dick.

Although he was aware that he should give Sophia some time to get used to being so full of herself, once he was completely enveloped in all that silken heat, he was unable to resist the urge to fully claim Sophia and make her his. Sophia screamed and arched beneath him. Her body melted around his cock as a result of that primitive thought, which compelled him to move in and out of her in long, slow, deep strokes. The initial expression of pain on her face gradually changed to one of bliss as her body softened, relaxed, and accepted all of him without any resistance. He kept up a steady beat that was more about giving her as much pleasure as possible.

She bit her bottom lip and began to sigh softly and sensually after a few minutes to avoid further agony or suffering given the circumstances. Her head tilted back, her lashes fluttered shut, and her hips started to move naturally in response to his longer, grinding thrusts. He reasoned that they still had the rest of the night for him to make up for his lack of finesse since his own release was already tearing through him at warp speed and he wasn't going to last much longer. It was unrealistic to expect her to orgasm the first time he fucked her because she was probably sore and sensitive.

The rhythm of his pumping hips accelerated and became more frantic as he pressed his face against the side of her neck. Knowing that things with her were about to get wilder and rougher than he'd anticipated, he whispered into her ear, "You feel so fucking fantastic. I'm going to get inside of you so deeply and hard."

She whispered to him, "Do it," pushing her cheek against his while tightening her legs around his waist to enclose him. "I want to experience it. all of it."

Christ fuck. How had Sophia managed to take control of him despite being the one restrained to his bed with those words and that request that went right to his dick?

That drove him right over the verge of sanity into an electrifying, powerful pleasure that numbed his senses? As his orgasm surged through him like lightning, sending jet after jet of semen pulsating along the length of his shaft, his yell of ecstasy boomed in his ears. Spots began to dance before his eyes, and Alexander's body jerked and tensed involuntarily as Sophia's tight body extracted every last drop of dick from him. Alexander let out a low, guttural grunt, wondering how he was going to let go of this lady when the time came to let her go after living in his adult life without tasting the taste of heaven on earth Sophia had just given him.

He told himself that he had no option. She wasn't his to keep and never would be, despite their pact and the fact that he had her virginity.

Alexander Gideon was a towering figure in the business world, a man whose name was synonymous with power, wealth, and success. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a commanding presence that commanded attention whenever he walked into a room. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you, and a sharp jawline that gave him a look of determination and strength. His hair was dark and perfectly styled, and his suit was always tailored to perfection.

He was the CEO of a large multinational corporation, Alexander Industries, that dealt in various industries, from real estate to technology. He had built the company from scratch and had grown it into one of the most successful and influential companies in the world. His business acumen was unmatched, and he was known for his ability to predict market trends and capitalize on them before anyone else. He was also known for his ability to close deals and make strategic partnerships that would benefit his company in the long run.

But despite his success, Alexander was not a happy man. His thoughts were consumed by his business rival, Charles Eugene, who he believed was responsible for the downfall of his company. Charles had been Alexander's closest friend and confidante for many years. They had started their businesses together, but as the years went by, their paths had diverged. Charles had become more and more ruthless in his business dealings, and Alexander had grown increasingly disillusioned with his friend's actions.

It all came to a head when Charles, in a moment of weakness, had betrayed Alexander, stealing his company's secrets and using them to launch a new business that quickly surpassed Alexander's. The company went bankrupt, and Alexander had lost everything. He had lost his empire, his reputation, and his friends. He had been left with nothing but the burning desire for revenge.

For the past year, Alexander had been rebuilding his life and his fortune. He had invested in various companies, and through his business acumen, had turned them into profitable ventures. He had also spent months researching Charles and his business, looking for any weaknesses that he could exploit. He had carefully crafted a plan that would not only bring Charles down, but would also destroy his reputation and his business. He had spared no expense to gather information and evidence that would help in his plan.

The long awaited time was tonight. Alexander was finally going to exact the retribution he had been planning and preparing against the person responsible for downfall these past years. Charles's vengeance was all the sweeter because he was unaware that he was about to become Alexander's bitch. In his own rooftop office, which was on the top floor of the five-story enormous warehouse that he had refurbished, modernized, and turned into a useful, practical edifice that he would use for his retaliation.

As he sat in his office, surrounded by the trappings of his wealth and success, Alexander couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that it would be a long and difficult road ahead, but he was determined to see his plan through to the end. He had waited long enough, and he was not going to let Charles get away with what he had done.

Alexander smirked to himself as he waited for his boys to arrive. From the ground level, which was a communal room and where he held his parties, to each subsequent floor, each had a distinct design and function.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, a sly smile spreading across his face as the plan he had been working on for so long was about to be put into action.

"It's time," he said, his voice cold and steady. "I want you to prepare everything. I'm coming for him, and I'm going to make him pay for what he's done."

He hung up the phone, and with a sense of purpose, he stood up from his desk, buttoning his jacket, ready to take on the world. He was Alexander, the powerful and successful businessman, and he would stop at nothing to get his revenge.

Alexander's plan for revenge was to kidnap Charles' daughter, the plan had been months in the making. He had spent weeks researching the young woman, studying her habits, and learning everything he could about her. He knew that she was a student at a prestigious university and that she lived in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. He also knew that she was an only child and that Charles was extremely protective of her.

He knew that if he wanted to hurt Charles, the best way to do it would be to target his daughter. He had decided that the best place to kidnap her would be from her apartment. He had chosen a small team of skilled and experienced professionals who would be able to get in and out of the building without being detected. He had also decided that the best time to strike would be in the early hours of the morning when the streets were deserted and the building was quiet.

The day before the planned kidnapping, Alexander had gone to the apartment building to scout the location. He had been careful not to be seen, but he had managed to get a good look at the building and the layout of the surrounding area. He had also taken note of the security cameras and the location of the security guard.

He had then gone back to his office and had spent the rest of the day going over the details of the plan with his team. He had assigned each of them specific tasks and had made sure that they were all aware of the risks involved. He had also made sure that they all had the necessary equipment and weapons to complete the mission.

Alexander had put a lot of thought into how he would execute the kidnapping. He had wanted it to be as seamless as possible, so he had chosen a team that was highly skilled and experienced in this type of operation. He had handpicked each member, selecting individuals who were proficient in surveillance, infiltration, and combat.

Sophia Eugene was a young woman of exceptional beauty and intelligence. With long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes, she was the kind of woman that could turn heads wherever she went. She had always been popular in school, and she had always been well-liked by her peers. Sophia had a bright future ahead of her, with an exceptional education background, she had graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in the world with a degree in Business Administration.

Sophia was a woman of many talents, she was an avid horseback rider, she loved to travel and she had a passion for art. She was also well-known for her charitable work, she had been actively involved in a number of organizations that helped children and the less fortunate. Sophia was loved by many, and she was respected for her kindness and her generosity.

Sophia's father, Charles was a successful businessman, and he had always been proud of his daughter. He loved her more than anything in the world and would do anything for her. He had provided her with everything she could possibly want since her mother death, from a luxurious home to the finest education. Sophia was his princess and he was her king. He would always be there for her, to guide her and to support her, no matter what.

Sophia had always been grateful for her father's love and support, and she had always tried to make him proud. She had worked hard in school and had always been determined to make a name for herself. She had started her own business and had quickly become successful. Sophia had always been aware of her father's business rivalries, but she had never let it affect her, she had always focused on her own goals and aspirations.

Sophia was a woman of integrity and character, her reputation in the town was impeccable. She had always been honest, kind and fair in all her dealings. Sophia was a true lady, and she had always conducted herself with grace and dignity. She was loved by many and had many friends.

Sophia's life was perfect, she had everything she could ever want, but her heart was filled with so much sadness. The only time she was ever happy was when she attended a party. Though there was nothing out of the usual in the party, however, the event's theme of happily ever afters and fairy tales called to the passionate, fanciful girl inside of her. the one who was still hoping to be swept off her feet by her own chivalrous Prince Charming. Sophia finally had a clear idea of what she wanted for her 25th birthday-something her father had been inquiring about-as soon as she touched her feet at the party venue. She didn't want any more jewelry, fancy handbags, or extravagantly expensive but useless presents that she would never use. While she was aware of how fortunate she was to have a parent who adored her, she also knew that her father would have found a way to grant her any wish she might have had.

No, she wanted more freedom and independence, not the kind that required her to constantly check in with her father to let him know where she was. Her dad had always been so kind to her, and she worried about him too since he had lately been diagnosed with angina, an indication of coronary heart disease, so she had to admit that she felt bad for those selfish thoughts. Although he was now stable, she was aware that any stress may potentially cause an episode. After her mother died, Sophia was raised in a very safe and secure environment, and she was eager to see more of the world.

Sophia sat in her room, staring blankly at the walls. Her thoughts wandered off to the party again, there was something about the party that she couldn't get off her mind or more like someone from the party that she couldn't get off her mind. She experienced a singular sensation that left her feeling pleasantly light-headed and as though a dozen butterflies were buzzing around in her stomach, as though she were being carried off her feet when a handsome, enigmatic man asked her to dance. During their dance Sophia realized that while this man knew her name, she didn't know his, after gushing about going to a party for the first time. An easy silence followed as the continued singing her ballad. She took the risk of asking because she hoped they would spend more time together that evening than just the one dance.

God, he was so large and tall, she thought when her eyes caught his features.

He was staring down at her with a heat and intensity in his amber eyes that was heightened by the slight tension in his jaw and the fact that his body was almost two times as large as hers. She had to tilt her head back to see that far up. She could be easily crushed by his powerful, chiseled arms if he wanted to, but despite his domineering presence, she felt strangely comfortable and secure with him. She was drawn to him because of a certain edge. He didn't look like the majority of the well-groomed guys in attendance, despite donning a tailored, fitted tuxedo. His brown scruffy hair was long enough to rebelliously hang past the suit jacket collar and was finger combed away from his jaw's and face's appealing angles. Just as her hand touched his shoulder, she noticed what appeared to be a scar along the side of his neck that disappeared into the collar of his shirt. She had to resist the urge to run her fingers over the disfigured flesh and ask him what had happened. When she finally managed to stop ogling him and engage her brain properly, she inquired, "What is your name?"

Before responding, he paused for a few noticeable seconds. "Alexander Gideon."

In shock, she parted her lips. "The Alexander Gideon?"

He made a funny-looking motion with the corner of his mouth and it was sufficient to round out his face's more angular features. "As far as I'm aware."

The last thing Sophia ever anticipated when she arrived this evening was to fall instantly head over heels in love with the party's host. However, she was unable to ignore her attraction to the man whose hand was so passionately, almost possessively, pressing against her lower back.

While his gaze was direct and once again fierce, he tilted his head to the side with interest. "How did you hear about me?" He swept her in a leisurely circle in time with the music, his thigh just barely brushing against hers as she grinned slyly at him.

That slight touch was exciting enough to have her breath catch in her throat.

"The party has a clear connection to your name, so there's that."

He made a low, deep chuckle that sounded surprisingly relieving. "That's extremely true, I must say."

Alexander looked away from her face and over her shoulder as if he had seen something or someone in the distance. A muscle in his cheek tickled as his entire body tensed up against hers. He also clenched his jaw. Just as a hand tightened around Sophia's arm from behind her and attempted to draw her away from Alexander, his gaze briefly flared with resentment before he purposefully suppressed the feeling.

She grabbed to Alexander even more tightly as she struggled to understand what was happening for a brief while. However, the fingers around her upper arm held firm and pinched against her skin in such a manner that she knew it was Michael pulling at her before she even turned to look at him.

Michael Albert

Her father insisted that Michael Albert, who had long served as her father's right-hand man in the family business, go with her to the party. That had been the only condition attached to her father approving her request, and because he had seemed strangely reluctant to let her go to the party in the first place, she had agreed to his demand, even though she knew it was his method of getting her to admit Michael's interest in her. She made an effort not to let that thought dampen her enthusiasm. Michael was the target of her father's previous attempts at persuading her romantically. Although she had agreed to go on a few dates with him, there had been no chemistry between the two of them for her, not even when she had kissed him.

He wasn't put off by her lack of interest in him; rather, she found him to be too pompous, aggressive, and narcissistic for her tastes. He seemed to view her chilly, distant attitude toward him as a challenge rather than acknowledging that she didn't like him despite her father's efforts to arrange a date for them. With sandy-blond hair and green eyes, Michael was unquestionably attractive, but that didn't make up for his narcissistic tendencies or the fact that he already acted as though Sophia belonged to him. She was incredibly irritated by this in and of itself because she wasn't his property.

But for the party, she'd grin and pretend that she wasn't beginning to loathe Michael and his awful demeanor, the too familiar way he touched her, and his overbearingly possessive tendencies, just so she could be polite and enjoy her evening. She pushed those negative thoughts away while picking out a dress for tomorrow in order to maintain her memories of the party, but she realized eventually she would have to talk to her dad about the problem in order to express her true feelings regarding Michael Given that her father had great expectations for them as the ideal pair and saw Michael as very much like the son he'd never had, the talk wouldn't be simple.

Sophia sat in her room for hours, lost in her thoughts, trying to find a way out of this mess. She knew that she couldn't let her father control her life and that she had to stand up for herself. Sophia knew that she would have to be strong, but she didn't know if she had the strength to fight for her own happiness.