Princess Slave

Excerpt:
Her captor pulled his robe off and threw it to the floor. Ava sucked in a startled gasp as he joined her under the spray. She kept her eyes glued to a spot on the wall, not daring to peek at his tight stomach or lean legs. She didn't even want to think about the other parts, the ones she wasn't supposed to know anything about.

Warm water cascaded over their bodies, sending rivulets of pleasure running down her skin. He turned her around so she could no longer see his face. His hands were on her, rubbing a slick bar of soap over her flesh. She wanted to rebel against his touch but couldn't move away from the calming relief being clean brought.

A wave of shock hit her as he covered one breast with his hand. His fingers caressed her, stroking her nipple until it formed an urgent peak. The vibrating rush from his touch turned her body to molten fire. She wanted to be able to shrug off his touch and she should have, but part of her wanted to encourage him. To find out how much higher she'd feel if he kept touching her.

Her ass pressed against his erection, and his shaft slid between the slit of her cheeks. She grew hot as erotic images of them connected filled her mind. The silky tip of his cock filling her pussy left her gasping for breath. The explicitness of her thoughts made fear run through her mind, leaving her wishing for escape. She pushed the thoughts of sex away, fighting the pull to turn around and let him do as he wished.

She gasped and jumped forward, swinging around to face him. "I won't let you do this."

He chuckled, amusement filled his eyes. "You don't seem to be in the position to deny me."

She spat in his face. "I would die before I let you touch me."