Captive [MXM]

I sipped from my coffee cup as I entered his office again. I had needed to use the bathroom but his secretary handed me two coffee cups on my way back in. One for me and one for him. He peered up from his laptop when I shut the door and momentarily drew his attention away for me.

"Hi," I smiled and walked around his desk to hand him his cup, "your Secretary told me to bring this in for you."

"Oh, thank you, sweetheart," he smiled and adjusted his glasses as he took it from me and scooted back from his desk. I plopped down in his lap and smiled as I kissed him on the cheek.

"Mm," he smiled and pecked my on the lips as he wrapped his arm around my waist, "I had something to ask you, baby."

I blinked and even though I knew it was probably nothing I felt worried, "what is it?"

He leaned back in his chair, "last night before you went to sleep do you remember anything you said?"

I flushed at the memory of what we'd done and shook my head, "well... no, did I mention something?"

He tilted his head to the side and gave me a look of contemplation, "you called me something."

I was still confused. Did I say Warren? Oh my god, did I call him Warren?

I sat up, "did I call you Warren?"

He furrowed his brow, "no, of course not. But I think it does have something to do with him."

What was he talking about?

"I don't- what do you mean?" I asked and placed my hand on his shoulder.

His arm pulled around me as he kissed me on the ear, "you called me Daddy, love."

I physically flinched when he said the word. He didn't stop me when I stood up and had to step away a little bit.

"I did?" I breathed and pulled on my earring nervously, "you aren't serious are you?"

Jakob cocked his head to the side, "it's okay, Paige. I just... didn't know. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No," I whispered and clenched my hands at my sides, "no. I don't- I'm not like that. I don't like that sort of th-thing."

He reached out and grasped my hand in his as he tried to tug me back but I resisted the pull.

"Paige," he said softly, "there's nothing wrong with you. It's perfectly fine."

I shook him off in frustration and took a few more steps back.

"No, it's not," my voice cracked as I pulled at my hair nervously, "it's not okay."

He stood from his chair as I crouched down and slid my hands over my ears.

"Paige, baby," he whispered and placed his hand on my back, "tell me what this is about. You seem fine with everything else."

I trembled as he slipped his fingers through my hair and gently combed them through.

"It's not me," I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut, "it's- that's Warren. It's him."

"That's the kind of relationship you had with him?" He asked and continued to drag his fingers through my hair.

"Yes," I mumbled, "but I can't- I don't want to go back to that. He- he was-" I cut myself off in frustration and clamped my hands tighter over my ears, "he was m-my Daddy."

Jakob paused and then slid his hand down to cup my cheek, "not any more, babydoll," he whispered and tilted my chin up, "I'll be your Daddy now."

I leaned against him as he pressed his lips against mine.

"Now I don't want to hear you saying that there's anything wrong with you again, okay?" He said in a firm tone and gave me a hard look.

I let him pull me up to my feet as I nodded helplessly, "b-but-"

"Paige, no buts," he said sternly, "I'm absolutely in love with you and nothing could change that. I think you're perfect, babydoll, I don't care what kind of things turn you on, it doesn't make me hate you. And it's not like I don't like the same kind of things, love."

I swallowed as he pulled me into his arms as I pressed my cheek against his chest.

"But not like this," I trembled against him.

"I'll admit that I've never been a Daddy," he sighed and held me tightly, "but that doesn't mean I don't want to hold you down when I fuck you and spank you when you've been naughty."

I shuddered at the implication but his words were reassuring, "y-yes, Sir."

"Good boy," he whispered and slowly let my fists loosen at my sides as I pulled my arms up to my chest. "That's my good little boy, hmm?"

"I want to sit in your lap," I whimpered and twisted my fingers in his shirt, "please... Daddy?"

"Of course, little one," Jakob hummed and sat back down in his chair as he pulled me down on his lap. I pulled my knees up and pressed my face into his neck. His arm wrapped around my waist as he opened up his lap top again.

"Daddy," I mumbled against his neck and he kissed my ear.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy," I said simply, "Daddy."

"That's right, baby," he nodded and stroked my back, "when we get home tonight do you want to work it out? Do want to see what you like?"

I squirmed closer to him, "yes, Daddy," I sighed, it almost felt good to say it, "I'd like that, Sir."

"Okay, little one."

Most of the rest of the day I refused to leave his lap and at a few points I even drifted off to sleep. I was still morbidly embarrassed by every thing that had happened in the past twenty four hours. However, it was exciting that we'd get to explore. I wasn't sure if it would lead to sex but I wouldn't mind something like the night before.

I squirmed on his lap at the thought and pressed my lips to his jaw.

"Daddy," I hummed and felt my cheeks warm.

"Mm?" Jakob hummed and tapped away at his laptop.

"I'm hungry," I mumbled and hooked my arm around his neck. "And I wanna go home."

"I guess it is almost six," he sighed and leaned back as he shut the lid of his laptop, "I can afford to leave a few minutes early."

I smiled and pecked his cheek as I slid off his lap, "so we're going home?"

"Yes, baby," he nodded and began to get his things together. I waited patiently and took his hand in mine as we exited his office and headed out to his car. He generously opened the door for me and I hopped in as he put his bag in the backseat.

I was excited when we pulled in front of his house and headed up the front steps.

"I'm gonna change and put my things away, okay?" He hummed and kissed the top of my head, "why don't you make something to eat?"

"Okay, Daddy," I smiled and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. It felt good to cook for him. I felt useful.

He came back out shortly and a little while after that I'd finished cooking. Over dinner we didn't talk about much but I knew all I could think about was... very dirty things. I wanted him to screw me, of course, but I knew that I was still too scared to go through with it. I'd get there but at present I'd just have to settle with thinking about going all the way.

After we'd finished Jakob offered to do the dishes but I insisted on doing it myself. I had to make everything up to him somehow. He always spent money on me and I was sure that I inconvenienced him sometimes too so it was the least I could do.

I jumped a bit when his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Ack- Jakob," I hissed and squirmed against him, "I'm trying to do the dishes."

"Baby," he whined and pressed his lips against my neck, "let me spoil you."

I narrowed my eyes as his hand ventured up my shirt, "but I'm almost finished."

He squeezed me tighter and dragged his teeth over the sensitive skin of my neck. "Mm, don't care."

I rolled my eyes and dried my hands with the towel, "fine, you horny bastard."

He laughed softly and I gasped when he scooped me off my feet and walked us to his room.

"I have functioning legs," I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Not for long you won't," he gave me a cheeky grin and I blushed as I stuck my tongue out at him. I grew more nervous when he laid me down on the bed and slipped between my legs. "Now relax, love."

I whimpered and fisted his shirt in my hands when he kissed me deeply. His palms spread across my chest and under my shirt. I moaned softly and let him ravish my mouth until I was gasping for breath.

"Daddy," I gasped and pawed at his chest as he tugged my shirt over my head. Jakob kissed down my chest and pressed the pads of this thumbs over my pink nipples. I moaned again as he tweaked them and dragged his lips lower.

My fingers sifted through his hair as he popped the button on my jeans and dragged them down my hips.

"Nuh, Daddy," I whined and arched my back.

He leaned over me, "what is it, babydoll?"

I blushed and covered my face with my hands, "I wanna..." I began and rolled my lower lip between my teeth, "I wanna blow you, Daddy."

Jakob laughed softly and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, "okay, little one. Have you ever done that before?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, "kind of? Maybe once."

"I can show you," he hummed and sat back as he pulled his shirt over his head, "on your knees, baby."

I slipped off the bed and onto my knees in as perfect a position as I could. My back stayed straight and I sat back on my heels with my palms flat on my lap. He settled in and caressed my face as I stared up at him without trying to hide my anticipation at all.

"Take it out, Paige," he instructed and I felt my face burn as I did so, "open your mouth."

His fingers slipped into the front of my hair as he gently pushed my head down onto his length. Halfway there I pushed against his knees softly. I couldn't take anymore without gagging.

"Look at me, babydoll. I want to see those pretty blue eyes of yours," Jakob cooed and I blinked a few times to keep my eyes from watering as I did what he told me to. "Good boy, now breath through your nose- just like that."

He tasted salty in my mouth and already I could feel pre-cum dribbling down my throat.

"Ready to go farther?" He asked gently and stroked my cheek. I nodded as he pushed me down until he was completely in my mouth and my eyes were watering and close to overflowing. "Too much?"

I shook my head.

"What a good boy," he groaned softly and tugged at my curls, "now suck. Move your mouth up and down."

The commanding tone his voice took had me shivering with lust. I did as I was told and slowly but surely began to bob my head up and down his cock. His fingers were tight in my hair and my nails were digging into my thighs. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to tell me that I was a good boy.

"Ah, slow down or you're going to choke, Paige," he whispered and stroked my cheek. I brought my pace back down and turned pink at the lewd sounds my mouth made on him. Jakob only smiled and tugged at my curls gently. While it was difficult for me to go down very far on his shaft I tried my best to take him deeper every time.

Soon Jakob pulled harder and clenched his jaw tightly as he drew closer to his release. I obediently continued to suck and desperately try to make him feel good. His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed and fisted my hair in his palm. My eyes fluttered closed briefly as I gave myself over to the elation of pleasing him.

However, I didn't expect the barrage that greeted my mind. It was startling how quickly Jakob's soft hands grew rough and callused and how his scent changed from something soft and sweet to a piney, cool one. In my head I could hear not the gentle tenor of Jakob but the sensual baritone of Warren telling me dirty things and praising me relentlessly.

My body tingled with arousal and heat when my mind wandered to Warren. Something echoed deep inside of me when I imagined him. Daddy. I knew it was true. My Daddy. He couldn't be replaced. I'm your good boy. Jakob and Warren weren't the same but only one of them truly, deeply owned me.

The answer didn't scare me at all. That's what was worrisome.

"I'm going to come, Paige," he hissed and launched me out of my dream state, "where do you want it?"

I took him as deep as I could in response and he chuckled softly.

"You got it, baby," he smiled and pushed me down slowly. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and felt my eyes water the father I went. When finally at the base it only took a few more bobs before he was coming down my throat. I moaned and whimpered softly as I continued to suck on him.

After a few minutes he loosened his grip and gently pulled out. I coughed a little bit and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Jakob stroked my cheek and tilted my chin up.

"Good boy," he cooed and dragged me up into his lap, "you did very good, Paige."

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I was ashamed that I had thought of Warren while we were together. He had been nothing but cruel to me while Jakob was everything I had ever wanted.

"Lay down for me, baby," he whispered as I crawled under the blankets with him, "now it's Daddy's turn."

I shimmied out of my boxers and spread my legs for him as he pressed his lips against my neck and held my wrists down against the mattress. I arched my back and moaned as he bit and sucked and kissed all over my neck. His skin was hot against me and I desperately wanted to come. There was just something missing that I desperately needed and knew he couldn't give me.

I was so messed up. Why did I want it?

Instead I tried to think of Jakob degrading me and telling me that I was a slut. I tried to picture him instead but he just wasn't the sort to demean me like that. In frustration all I could think of was Warren.

I knew he'd call me a whore when I needed it. I knew he'd know when I needed it too. He would get rough with me, manhandle me, and tell me that I was a filthy slut. He'd tell me that I was made for his cock and he'd fuck me until I cried.

I bit my lip and tried not to moan too loudly at the mere thought. My body trembled with absolute lust. I shouldn't be wanting him right now. I should be thinking about Jakob and him alone but my body wanted something more, something that could supply what I needed.

"Jakob-" I whispered in defeat and felt my arousal melt away as I drew back into reality, "stop, Jakob."

For a moment his didn't and I realized that I hadn't said it loud enough. I pressed my lips to his ear and tugged at his hands.

"Jakob, enough," I whimpered pitifully and sniffed, "I can't."

He flinched a little bit in surprise and let go of my wrists as he sat up. I covered my face in humiliation and felt my lower lip wobble.

"Paige?" He whispered in worry and cupped my face in his hands, "babydoll? What's the matter? Did I hurt you?"

No, it's mostly that you weren't hurting me, I thought bitterly.

"No, Jakob," I shook my head and trembled beneath him, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Yes, I do. I want Warren to fuck me, not you, my mind rang viciously and it only made me feel worse.

"There's nothing wrong with you, love," he cooed and pulled me up into a sitting position as I buried my face in his neck. "It's okay."

It's wasn't okay.