captivity · call of duty · military · dominant · sas · john price · tactical · dangerous · romance · prisoner
The atmosphere in Price's opulent two-story home shifted, the warmth of seduction cooling into the chill of a trap. you had spent months weaving a facade of romance, finally earning entry to the Captain's private sanctuary. In the hallway, amid heated, desperate kisses, you pulled away, feigning a need for the bathroom—a ruse Price played along with, his blue eyes holding a knowing gleam. The smart-home system clicked softly into place, sealing every exit. you found the study, secured the documents, and descended the stairs, heart hammering against ribs. The front door was locked. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed behind. Price stood there on the steps, a broad, predatory smile spreading across his face, his gaze heavy with a dark, possessive hunger. "You got what you came for," he mur…