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  “These need to go. Up.” he commands and I enthusiastically comply raising my ass up as he slides them down and off. “Now the rest of you needs undressing. I love putting your clothes on for you, but even better is when I take them off. I have to admit, I will miss seeing your eyes when you come for me my beautiful Imani.” My breath hitches in my throat and my head swims as he works my nightie up over my breasts stopping for a taste of them on the way. “Up.” he says and I raise up just enough that he can work it over my head. “Keep your hands here.” he says and grasps both of my tiny wrists in one of his strong hands. Pressing down on them to reinforce his meaning. Understood, no problem. “Good girl, I love making you quiver baby, it will just be that much better when we get there.” He whispers in my ear before moving away and peeling off his shirt with one hand. I couldn’t resist, I peeked.

  It started as a peek but that just wasn’t enough, my other eye opens and I feast on the body before me. Tan chiseled chest, eight pack abs that I want nothing more than to lick right now. His arms flex with his movements and he unzips his jeans, the soft ones I love. This is my favorite part and I’m so glad I opened my eyes. I’ve missed seeing his hard cock springing from confinement, there was nothing but his jeans separating us. I stare with reverence, he is a work of art no questions asked.

  Not even bothering to completely remove those jeans he begins again with the adoration of my body, exploring every inch of my skin on the front side of me and then turning me over onto my belly to repeat the treatment on the back. His mouth is on my calves, thighs, ass, back, even my elbows and fingertips have been tasted by this man that loves me, the man that I love. He knows all the mysteries of my body, he owns me and now he is thoroughly educated on his possession.

  I’ve been pushed beyond what is humanly tolerable when he scoops his hand under my stomach pulling my ass up and things change, no more luxuriating, he’s beyond control too. His cock presses against my soaked core as he places me into the perfect position wrapping his hands almost entirely around my body at my hips. “Please Marcus…please.” I beg in a whisper and he rewards my ever loving patience with a deep thrust into me that brings stars inside my closed eyelids.

  “Fuck yea baby, see why we wait?” Slam! “See why you should always listen to me?” Slam! “Yes, yes, yes.” I whisper over and over as he slides his cock from tip to balls again and again. He’s so right, this is fucking worth the wait. I press my ass against him with every sliding thrust and electricity bursts through my nervous system, no more, I can’t hold on and he knows it.

  “Come for me baby, let go!” he commands and I do, holy hell I do. If I could scream everybody within a mile would have heard me when I exploded around him, clenching him inside of me I escape into an all-encompassing orgasm that rocks my world and his. He's seconds behind me, perfectly timed so that I continue to come for several punishing blows until he roars my name and grips my ass while he pulses inside of me. Filling me with a part of him we join together in the way I’ve never known with anyone but him.

  I wilt beneath him and we both go down together. “Damn it Imani, if I died right now my life would be complete.” I bump against him so he will move and he raises up so I can turn over and pull him to me, finally able to touch him I hang on tight and whisper into his ear “No.” We have so much more to do baby, you’re not leaving me for a very long time.”

  A sudden tightening of our embrace is followed by rolling us to our sides. I look at him he’s not facing me but has his head turned to the ceiling, one tear slides down from the corner of his eye onto the mattress below us and my heart shatters into a billion pieces for him, for us.

  Chapter 14

  We lay tangled in each other’s arms a while until I remember Elijah and Mr. Black, surely they wouldn’t have just left us alone for this long. Closed circuit cameras, oh great, that’s just great. I’m going to hope they didn’t just get a very big eyeful of Marcus and me in compromising positions but knowing how seriously they take keeping me safe from Marcus they probably did.

  Marcus’s breathing has slowed to a relaxing pace but I can’t sleep. This interruption to my much needed night of sleep has gone from zero to ninety and back and my heavy heart is grieving for all of the losses Marcus has had to endure. And now his sight, I run through everything I’ve ever learned about brain injuries and tumors for a moment and decide there’s no time like the present, we need a Dr. and I need to study his records some more. My head is clear of the sleeping pills now after an adrenaline wildfire has burned through me, I can concentrate. Gently I prop up on my elbow trying not to disturb him.

  “You’re not going anywhere lady.” he growls pulling me on top of him. We are such a mess it’s nearly comical. He can’t see me and I can’t really talk to him. I lay my cheek on his chest and run my hands over his biceps feeling his mostly smooth skin only marred with the occasional scar. I’ve never really explored his imperfections thoroughly, in fact I think I’ve avoided it on purpose. The knowledge that he suffered physical and emotional abuse at the hands of his own mother, and took on more of it to protect his sister makes me feel repugnant toward his mother. I despise knowing that there is such evil in the world.

  “I’m cold.” I whisper. I’m beginning to learn the ways of manipulation. Instantly he releases me. We’ve been laying on a bare mattress but for the fitted sheet, everything else is strewn all over the place. I begin to pick up the linens and slip my nightgown back on. I keep one eye on Marcus while I clean and make the bed around him, he doesn’t say anything to me. He allows me to cover him and return the pillows to the bed where he’s propped against the headboard. I notice him rubbing the back of his neck off and on until he bends one knee up and drapes his arm over it, waiting, patiently, which is kind of, well…off.

  After righting every knick knack, candle and a clock I pad across the room. He’s tracking my movements by listening and it almost feels like he is seeing me. “Are you finished?” he asks. “No.” I croak. “I’m going to get your medical records, I want to look them over.” My voice is coarse but he’s understanding my message. We aren’t giving up.

  “Imani, don’t waste, oh never mind, go, get them and read it if it makes you feel better. I can’t stop you and you may as well know everything there is to know.” Good, finally he’s being logical. I grasp his hand and give it a little squeeze. “Just how much can you see?” I’m back to only a whisper, I guess that’s all I get for a while. “Nothing.” he answers. I know how much he hates the dark so I have even more reason to get to work finding him help. “I’ll be right back.” I move away but he doesn’t let go of my hand, I stop and look back at him, he tightens his grip and then drops it.

  The strong capable alpha male I love is starting to deteriorate and this realization propels me forward. I need to find someone to help him before he really gives up. I need to prepare myself to face two men who have probably just watched me be intimate with their boss, wonderful.

  As soon as I step into the hall Elijah appears, we exchange a look and he falls into step beside me as I try to figure out my way back to the den where I left Marcus’s records on the floor in the panic room. “What are you going to do?” Elijah asks and presents me with my phone so I can answer more efficiently and save my voice. I accept it and type, I’m going to get him help. After reading my message Elijah gives me a short nod in agreement. “Thank you Imani, for not giving up on him. He’s a good man, I know he doesn’t think so and he’s made some monumental mistakes but I’ve never seen him the way he is when he’s with you and I think now maybe he has a chance.

  We stop at the entrance to the den and I look long and hard into Elijah ’s eyes. He loves Marcus, as a friend, a boss and maybe more? Ok, I don’t have time to ponder Elijah ’s sexuality right now. I’ve got to find a Dr. willing and competent to operate on Marcus. Elijah has put the files on the desk outside the panic room and booted up the computer with the SD card in it, no sign of the death SD card. Good, let’s keep it that w
ay. I text Elijah one more message before starting my research Will you tell him I’m in here and working on this computer? He’s in bed. “Of course, I’ll leave you to it.” I watch him walk away and secretly hope he’s not gay, I always thought he would be fun to introduce to Lana, being total opposites they might just work together.

  I flip through file after file of medical history and Marcus’s condition, doctor after doctor have deemed him hopeless. He’s had radiation multiple times trying to keep the size of the tumor under control but about six months ago he stopped, probably part of the cause of his blindness. It’s grown large enough to press against his optic nerves and rob him of his sight. Back and forth between the computer and paper records I feel like I have familiarized myself with his condition enough to make some calls. He may have been to all the best, most expensive physicians in the world but that’s not always the best route, sometimes the right person isn’t the most renowned or famous. They can actually be the one in your own backyard.

  Dr. Carlson lives in Seattle and travels around the world doing charity work for people with brain injuries and conditions. I’ve met him many times at Seattle Trinity and I’ve seen him perform miracles. He’s virtually an unknown genius but I know him and Marcus’s case is right up Dr. Carlson’s alley, challenging, difficult and rare. Now I just have to figure out how to convince Marcus and contact Dr. Carlson.

  “Did you find what you needed?” My ass pops up out of the leather office chair, shit he startled me! Marcus stands just inside the door, dressed again and looking ever the mogul millionaire restaurant entrepreneur, no sign that he’s currently blind. He even seems to have his eyes locked on mine when he speaks to me. I put my feelers out to make sure I’m dealing with my Marcus and not evil Marcus. I wonder what evil Marcus thinks of being blind?

  The air seems undisturbed by bad juju so I try to relax and I think about crooking my finger at him to draw him closer but remember he won’t see me and my heart clenches. “Come here.” I whisper as loudly as I can, the house is silent, he has no trouble hearing me. It’s a proven fact that when one sense is lost the others sharpen, and this isn’t the first bout with blindness he’s had.

  I watch in awe as he makes his way to a chair on the other side of the desk and sits, crossing his foot over his knee. I can hardly believe he can’t see, he did that so effortlessly. “I told you I’ve memorized every room, counted every pace, I know my way around, as long as nobody rearranges the furniture.” He smirks and I realize how much I miss that, even with everything happening he can still melt me with that tiny facial expression and joke about his new disability. I can’t help it I sit there dumbfounded, mouth hanging open, like I said, in awe.

  “Close your mouth before a bug flies in baby.” For fucks sake, now how does he know my mouth is gaping open? He leans forward and puts his foot on the floor. “I’ll tell you a little secret baby, you want to know how I read your mind?” Stupefied I slump back into my chair and nod. It doesn’t matter that he can’t see, somehow he knows what’s going on anyway. “First of all the magnetic force that draws us together is an energy. I’m so in tune with you I can feel when your mood shifts. Second of all you have a telltale breathing pattern, I hear very well, and that pattern tells me what shape your pretty mouth is in, how excited or angry you are.

  Essentially I read your mind by feeling you out with my senses. Now you know my secret. Don’t try to trick me by changing your ways, I’ll know that too.” I’m speechless, literally. I’ll never stop learning amazing things about this man. I plan on keeping him around until we are old and grey, maybe by then I’ll have learned to read him as well has he does me…

  Chapter 15

  Standing up I round the desk and push Marcus’s shoulders so he is sitting back in the chair and a space is made for me to climb into his lap. Our arms instinctively wrap around each other and I whisper “I’ve seen who has told you that your tumor is inoperable but I have someone else in mind. I want to call him and set up an appointment.”

  Marcus sighs deeply, God please don’t let this be an argument, please just let him go along with it. “Imani no, I’ve made my peace with this. You need to just let it go.” Now’s when I’d give my right arm for my voice back just so I could scream at him until I lost it again. Instead, I pull away from him and shake my head back and forth vigorously, frowning at him, no, scowling is a better description of my screwed up face. He sees none of it but he knows, he always knows.

  “I miss your smart mouth.” he says sadly. Yea he actually sounds sad that he doesn’t have to listen to the bitch out session I’d be giving him right now if I could! He reaches up sliding his hand behind my neck, tangling his fingers in the hair on my nape. He’s got a strong hold on me, I’m not going anywhere. “You know what your bodies telling me right now baby?” I shake my head no, but not much as he has a good grip on me. “It’s saying you’re frustrated, pissed at me, but for all the right reasons, for love and devotion. But I can turn that frustration into something much better, you watch me.”

  His mouth covers mine invading it with his tongue he demands this attention. I try to pull away from him and he bites my bottom lip, not a nibble he bit me! I jump in reaction to the unexpected pain and now I’m really pissed! But this only drives him further into a new place we’ve never been before. He grabs me roughly standing and rushes me backward until I bump the desk. He’s got me sitting on the edge with my legs spread, him standing between them pressing his length against me I shudder…this new place is exciting…exhilarating…dangerous maybe.

  “Hold on baby, I’m going to use that anger of yours now and it’ll be to your benefit, believe me.” What?! Ok, I’ll admit I’m turned on but he knows how to press the irritation buttons like no other! I want to talk about getting him seen by a doctor who can help him and he just wants to piss me off, or turn me on I don’t fucking know which! He binds my wrists behind me on the desk and I struggle. ”No, no, I’m the boss remember?” Ahh! Shit my brain is scrambled with anger and the need to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless right her on this desk! “That’s it, get mad baby.”

  I AM MAD! I try to free my hands but he’s got both of my tiny wrists in one of his huge hands holding them secure he reaches up and snaps the spaghetti strap off of my nightgown on one shoulder, what the?! I grunt and struggle in his arms, I LIKE this night gown damn it! He pulls me tight against his chest, reaches around behind and across to snap the other one releasing the gown completely. He moves away just enough to let it slide down around my waist exposing my breasts.

  Dammit to hell he’s really ruined it now! The more I struggle and push at him the more relentless he becomes. Biting his way down my neck and then he hovers at my nipple and I know I’d better be still or this could hurt. When I calm he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently and then traces it with his tongue making it tight and hard. I watch the erotic scene and begin to relax until he bites again. “Ahhh!” he was provoking my anger for a reason but he must have forgotten who he’s dealing with.

  My knee raises up quickly between his legs but he’s anticipating this and catches it by squeezing his much stronger thighs together just millimeters before it makes its intended impact on his manhood, fuck! “That’s my girl, if I hadn’t been expecting that you would have been free right now. I’m glad you know how to defend yourself, but this is me and you need to let me have what I want.” I don’t know what he wants!

  He’s deliberately leading me in one direction just to yank me in another! Does he want to fuck me or piss me off? My question is answered immediately when he unzips and drops his jeans, steps out and uses the same hand to remove his shirt all while keeping my wrists firmly locked in his grip with the other hand. My Greek God stands before me naked, cock pointing at me accusingly and everything inside me submits.

  I slide down off the edge of the desk and let the gown drop to the floor, he lifts me back up and nudges my legs wide with his hips brushing his iron cock against me. My core and my hear
t’s connection, where that electrical current flows and explodes begins to zap and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me, no guidance necessary he slides into my hot folds and enters me with force.

  Burying deep and holding there while he lifts my ass off the desk with his free hand connecting us as much as physically possible. His mouth is on my neck and I’m gasping for air. I ask permission to free my hands by wiggling my fingers and he obliges now that he knows we’ve reached his desired destination. God it feels so good to touch him. I can’t get enough of him suddenly, hands roaming all over his back down to his ass as he begins to pump in and out of me rhythmically he slides his other hand under my ass and I’m not really touching the desk anymore.

  I’m suspended in his grasp and he has such incredible upper body strength he can keep us going without any leverage, just him pushing into me and dragging out over and over. I feel his hard abs clenching against my tummy and a thin sheen of sweat begins to cover both of our bodies. I find his mouth and show him just how much I love this but that little part of my brain that tries to remove me from such intense situations attempts to steal me away and my hearing dims, sparkles begin to flood my eyes and Marcus instantly slows the pace and becomes more tender.

  He’s right about being in tune with my body, he knows just how much I can take, when to reign it in and when to let me have it. When the symptoms fade I dig my nails into his back and he returns to a rougher pace. Sliding one hand closer to my ass he grazes that forbidden area with the tip of his finger and I’m on my way to an erotic twilight zone, only a few more thrusts and I’m surprised to find a tiny bit of my voice again when tell him “Marcus! Shit I can’t wait any more!”