Desire's Prisoners (Captain Syverson/Henry Cavill Fancast Fic

Part 3: Desire's Prisoner

For the rest of the ride, your mind races. The sound of him licking his fingers makes your breasts swell with envy as tension forms in your nether regions. You honestly can't understand what is happening to you. After stilling your trembling body, you try to scoot forward on the cycle and let the cool night breeze flow between you, but with a very strong arm he once again pulls you into the shielding warmth of his body. He strokes your limbs absently with one hand while he steers with the other, as if you have always been there, and even plants kisses on your shoulders as he drives. You almost wish he would crash, but he is too sure of himself.

The cycle stops at what looks like an mountain. At its center is a house with a fence and gate around it. It is not small, but not a palace, either. You look around; you don't see anyone for miles.

Sy turns off the vehicle, and sits quietly. You sit forward immediately, not sure what to do. You know you can't run away yet. You don't know the lay of the land. He distracted you from tracing a path. You look in the rear view mirror to see his smiling reflection stare back at you as he sniffs your hair. After a very long intake of breath, he slides off the cycle, dragging you off as soon as his feet plants on the ground. You gasp as he lifts you with ease and throws you over his shoulder. 

"You live in a cave," you say with a snort. "How fitting."

"Hey, this was a family home with a lot of good memories. Don't judge." He takes you inside the house. 

There is initially a winding staircase ahead and a corridor on each side as you are brought through. The place was mostly sandstone and rock, but holds enough taste and comfort to grudgingly impress you. You lift your head to see cushioned couches and rich colors that give the impression of comfort, while also complementing the colors of the desert outside. This is a prison?

"The ground floor is public, you know, for guests and entertaining, but the upstairs are bedrooms."

He sets you down gently and unfastens your handcuffs. "Your bracelet cannot be removed. There are three buttons on it. The red one is a panic button if we are separated and you are in trouble. It will set off my tracker and I will find you. The yellow button keeps health readouts, and can even administer some medicine if need be."

"The green?"

"We will discuss that at another time," he says dismissively. He grasps your wrist and walks you back through the halls and downstairs to the kitchen. He releases you. "I'm hungry. Would you make something to eat?"

You arch an eyebrow at him as he circles you. What are you supposed to do about that?

"I said, I am hungry. Would you make me something to eat?""

His voice had deepened, sounded more threatening, but he would have to do better than that. You are the daughter of a warrior so the deep tones do nothing to her. Now that your hands are free, you put them on your hips and stare at the wall, though you do use your peripheral vision to see a kitchen so well stocked and equipped it reminds you of the home you once had. You inwardly flinch as he stops behind you.

"Have we forgotten our first lesson?" He purrs in your ear. "Good, I like reminders." He kisses her neck, and you edge away. He pulls you to him holding your wrists at your sides, and draws a line on the back of your neck with his tongue down between your shoulder blades, drawing shivers from you. You turned to hit him, but only find yourself recaptured against him before his lips descend on yours.

You feel yourself swept up into his arms, and whimper softly as his teeth nip at your neck and ear, causing an unwanted wave of warmth to spread through you. You feel your whole body spring to complete awareness as you descend onto the couch in the front room. When his hand cups your breast, you gasp at his thumb which circles your nipple through your dress, the feeling snaking to your core and to the pit of your stomach. Then his hand cascades between your legs, expertly pushing the fabric of your gown aside, and finding your soft wetness. You feel your body open to his fingers, silently begging for more as your mind scolds your body's uncontrolled reactions.

"Trying to figure it out?" Sy asks, his voice soft but harsh. "Can't understand why I have control over your body?" He pushes you against the pillows roughly and then crawls over you, positioned on his hands and knees like an animal over prey. He dips his head and kisses you, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and plundering your softness. You yield almost instantly despite yourself. He breaks the kiss, and you feel the need to cry out for more reasons you dare to count. "Luna IV has a hard gravitational pull, especially at night on those with higher estrogen levels, intensifying libido."

You gasp in disbelief at what you've heard but then he licks your collarbone, laughing softly as he watches you struggle to not arch against him. He nuzzles back the fabric of your gown and stabs your nipple with his tongue, drawing and nipping tantalizing patterns that made you arch. You moan loudly when he repeats the act on the other, clawing the couch cushions beneath you as your sex pulses and slickens. With a few tugs, he uncovers you, sparing an admiring glance at you before his tongue traces your lines of definition.

Sy's mouth finally finds your sex, and you find him looking up at you. Your chest is heaving with exertion, your heart is pounding, and your mind has no thought to pull as a defense. You pray he can't see that, and close your eyes briefly to gather some reserve. This is a mistake. His tongue dips teasingly, silently demanding entry with a few strokes that opens you to him.

Just as you try to gain control of yet another sensual onslaught, he surprises you, swiftly thrusting into you and causing your eyes to fly open. A guttural moan you wish wasn't your own escapes you as your eyes roll closed at the feel of him—thick, hard and hot, feeding your core. His voice is smooth and his breath feels warm against your mouth. "You can't deny me. The sooner you know that-" He pulls out and pushed back into you. "The better off you'll be." He rotates his hips, making you mewl and move with him wantonly, but then he leans over you and brushes your ear with his lips as he whispers, "I said...I am hungry. The kitchen is fully stocked." He pulls out of you abruptly, making you gasp and whimper. He stands, tucking away his erection as if it was no more than clothing. "You feed me...and I'll feed you."

He leaves you there, wet and wanting. "Call me when the food is ready," he calls over his shoulder casually and disappears into the rest of the house.

You lay there for a few minutes, tamping down your humiliation and shock, trying to figure out what to do. Your body aches for him, and the truth is, you've never met anyone like him. A feeling of panic arises in you as you realize you can't harm a hair on his head. He isn't going to engage in combat, and his way of fighting just isn't fair. You take deep breaths to get your breathing back to normal. Maybe you can appeal to his better nature, plead your case. You'd seen that he was capable of concern when Gabrielle collapsed earlier. Maybe he'd even let you go, though at the moment all you can think about was his body against yours...in yours.

You close your eyes and swallow the lump of jumbled emotions in your throat. You don't know where you are. You don't have a plan anymore, you're stuck. You open your eyes as you inhale a new scent that is burning; herbs that soothes your nerves...or setting her up for something else?

You spring from the couch and quickly adjust your clothing before he could come back in the room. You look around. He seemed nowhere, but he couldn't have gone anywhere. You would have heard a motor of some kind.

You begin to wonder if this place is screwing with your mind as much as he is. You finish dressing and go to the pantry you saw to prepare your warden's dinner.