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Captive in the Dark
by CJ Roberts
This is a true kidnapping/captive story. There's not a lot of "I saw her and had to have her" vibes or really any romance at all for that matter. Caleb, our MMC, didn't kidnap Olivia because he wanted her for himself. He kidnapped her because he needed someone that appeared to be submissive that he could train to be a sex slave. He's out for revenge and she's how he's going to accomplish it.
There were some aspects about this story that I liked and some that I didn't. The story itself is actually pretty good, as it delves in to breaking a person down to gain the behavior that one is looking for. I haven't read enough BDSM books to know if this is a commonality amongst Doms/Subs? I think it's an interesting concept if you're working towards a relationship together, but that's not really the case here. Here, he is the Master and you are his Pet. I didn't really enjoy reading about someone calling another Master. I don't think that's a kink of mine.
This story was definitely leading down a road where these two are having a hard time fighting an attraction toward one another and there is probably more romance in Book 2, but there just wasn't enough of an emotional connection to the characters for me to keep reading. Plus, I wasn't really interested in the direction the story was taking. Overall though, I did enjoy reading it for the most part.
Nicknames: Pet, Kitten, Livvie
“I am your master.” A cold hand pressed against my sweat-slick forehead. Again, a nagging sense of familiarity. But it was stupid. I didn’t know anyone with an accent. “You are where I want you to be.”
“Address me as Master. Every time you forget, I will be forced to remind you. So you can choose to obey or choose punishment. It’s entirely up to you.”
His touch was simple, but specific, meant to show me he could be like a lover, gentle, intimate, but also he was a man unaccustomed to hearing the word no.
The condensation on the bottle instantly reminded him of sweat. He thought of the girl again, and other girls, past slaves; he never tired of their salty taste, and sweet smelling sweat. Only women could boast of such a thing. Only women were capable of being so fucking sexy you wanted to lick them clean when they considered themselves dirty.
What would it be like to touch him the way he touched me? Would he be as thoroughly under my spell as I seemed to be under his?
It wasn’t enough to fuck my body; he wanted to mindfuck me as well.
I was numb—heartbroken. Not only was I shocked over what he’d done, but I was more shocked over how he’d managed to turn my body against me. The pain had been intense, and yet at times it was as if that same pain added to the violent shiver that coursed through me when he’d made me come.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
His touches were expected now. My skin unconsciously eager, waiting for a stroke to feed this new hunger in me.
He had that big smile on his face again. The same smile he had been using to cause so much inner turmoil. In the dark, it twisted me in knots, in the light—it was almost crippling.
If the first lesson every slave had to learn was to accept that their wishes did not matter, then the first lesson every master had to learn was not to be a slave to their own desires.
He suddenly ached to see her smile up at him like that. Instead, he pressed her back so he might kiss her warm, salty tears from her soft cheeks. She even tasted like sun. Did he prefer her smile or her tears?
All the slaves he had trained had touched him, frequently. But with them he had always remained detached, clinical, informing them what felt good and what needed work along the way. With her, he wanted…something.
He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen: that includes puppies, babies, rainbows, sunsets, and sunrises. I can’t even call him a man—men don’t look this good.
“For what it’s worth, Livvie, I never thought of you as a whore. And you are…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, you know my name now.”
“You’ll always be Kitten to me…Livvie.”
For the first time in recent memory, Caleb wanted something other than revenge. He wanted the girl. He wanted Livvie.
There were some aspects about this story that I liked and some that I didn't. The story itself is actually pretty good, as it delves in to breaking a person down to gain the behavior that one is looking for. I haven't read enough BDSM books to know if this is a commonality amongst Doms/Subs? I think it's an interesting concept if you're working towards a relationship together, but that's not really the case here. Here, he is the Master and you are his Pet. I didn't really enjoy reading about someone calling another Master. I don't think that's a kink of mine.
This story was definitely leading down a road where these two are having a hard time fighting an attraction toward one another and there is probably more romance in Book 2, but there just wasn't enough of an emotional connection to the characters for me to keep reading. Plus, I wasn't really interested in the direction the story was taking. Overall though, I did enjoy reading it for the most part.
Nicknames: Pet, Kitten, Livvie
“I am your master.” A cold hand pressed against my sweat-slick forehead. Again, a nagging sense of familiarity. But it was stupid. I didn’t know anyone with an accent. “You are where I want you to be.”
“Address me as Master. Every time you forget, I will be forced to remind you. So you can choose to obey or choose punishment. It’s entirely up to you.”
His touch was simple, but specific, meant to show me he could be like a lover, gentle, intimate, but also he was a man unaccustomed to hearing the word no.
The condensation on the bottle instantly reminded him of sweat. He thought of the girl again, and other girls, past slaves; he never tired of their salty taste, and sweet smelling sweat. Only women could boast of such a thing. Only women were capable of being so fucking sexy you wanted to lick them clean when they considered themselves dirty.
What would it be like to touch him the way he touched me? Would he be as thoroughly under my spell as I seemed to be under his?
It wasn’t enough to fuck my body; he wanted to mindfuck me as well.
I was numb—heartbroken. Not only was I shocked over what he’d done, but I was more shocked over how he’d managed to turn my body against me. The pain had been intense, and yet at times it was as if that same pain added to the violent shiver that coursed through me when he’d made me come.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
His touches were expected now. My skin unconsciously eager, waiting for a stroke to feed this new hunger in me.
He had that big smile on his face again. The same smile he had been using to cause so much inner turmoil. In the dark, it twisted me in knots, in the light—it was almost crippling.
If the first lesson every slave had to learn was to accept that their wishes did not matter, then the first lesson every master had to learn was not to be a slave to their own desires.
He suddenly ached to see her smile up at him like that. Instead, he pressed her back so he might kiss her warm, salty tears from her soft cheeks. She even tasted like sun. Did he prefer her smile or her tears?
All the slaves he had trained had touched him, frequently. But with them he had always remained detached, clinical, informing them what felt good and what needed work along the way. With her, he wanted…something.
He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen: that includes puppies, babies, rainbows, sunsets, and sunrises. I can’t even call him a man—men don’t look this good.
“For what it’s worth, Livvie, I never thought of you as a whore. And you are…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, you know my name now.”
“You’ll always be Kitten to me…Livvie.”
For the first time in recent memory, Caleb wanted something other than revenge. He wanted the girl. He wanted Livvie.