Captive [MXM]

"What about it?" I asked and glared down at the drain.

"You dropped right into subspace, baby," he whispered and kissed my ear. "You'd never been trained. You'd never been fucked. And you just fell right into the palm of my hand."

"That's not... I didn't know what it was. It's not my fault," I clenched my jaw and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"That's not a bad thing, sweetheart. Don't say that," he answered softly and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Yes it is. I'm not like that. I don't like that," I buried my face in my hands and leaned over the sink.

"Why don't you admit it, Paige? What makes you hate it so much?" He whispered and stroked my cheek.

"You," I growled and squeezed my hands into fists. "You fucked me up so bad. Normal people don't like to be held down when they're fucked. Normal people don't like to be called a slut. It's not me. That's not the real me. If it had been someone else- anyone else- I wouldn't be like this."

Warren was silent for a long moment.

"Too bad, then," his tone changed. I had hit a nerve on accident. "You're mine, Paige. Everything. This body? These lips? This little ass? All mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. If I want to call you a slut and hold you down when I fuck you then I will. And you're not going to complain about it because you fucking love it."

I cringed and bit down on my lower lip and I clenched my hands around the rim of the sink.

"I hate you," I whimpered as his body pressed harder against mine.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear and held me close. His voice changing drastically.

"The wine is probably on the table now," I said tightly and tried to move away from him.

"I thought you had to pee," he said and arched a brow.

"Not when you're watching," I said flatly, "you'll be a pervert about it."

"It's not like I haven't seen your dick before," he shrugged, "I've fucked you. I've seen you naked."

I clenched my fists at my sides, "I don't want to have sex or be objectified at the moment, Warren."

"Just pee, Paige. I'm hungry."

I turned to the toilet and shoved my zipper down angrily. But when I tried I just... couldn't relax. I knew he was watching me. It was making me nervous.

"I- will you stop watching me, please?" I asked and felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"What's the problem?" Warren remarked in that cocky tone of his.

"You. You're making me uncomfortable."

I gasped when he wrapped his arms around me. His right palm curled around my dick and I jerked in surprise.

"Go," he commanded but this was ten times worse.

"I-... I can't."

He sighed deeply and slipped his other hand up my shirt. I leaned back against him when he began to slowly massage my abdomen.

"Go," he said again.

I was mortified when I did. He was completely silent and emotionless but it was absolutely humiliating. When I was finished he jerked my cock a few times and tucked it back inside my pants. My face my absolutely red.

"Fuck you," I grit out and turned to wash my hands.

He watched me and waited for me to dry my hands before he spoke again.

"Bend over."

I paused, "wh-"

"Bend over, Paige," his voice was dark and low. Was he really going to fuck me in a public restroom?

I did as he said. Warren ran his palms over my ass and yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees. I squeaked and swallowed hard as he spread my cheeks apart with his thumbs.

"Warren, I really don't-" my voice trailed off into a surprised moan when his tongue splayed over my entrance. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my thighs as he spread my legs apart and fucked me on his tongue. I moaned his name softly and knit my brows together as he teased me.

It felt good. So good. Mother of God-

"Warren," I whined and pushed back against his mouth. He held my hips in place while he shove this tongue in and out of my warm hole.

My body was warm with pleasure and contentment. Soon I was too far in. I was feeling too good.

The word danced on the tip of my tongue. I was so close to moaning it.

So close.

"Please," my voice was high and needy as my thighs trembled with pleasure, "I'm so... so close."

He fucked me harder with his tongue and I sobbed with pleasure.

The tremors began in my stomach and traveled down my legs and up my back. I couldn't take it. His tongue was so good. His hands were warm and rough on my thighs. The stubble on his jaw scraped against my sensitive skin until I was absolutely on the brink.

"Daddy," I called in a broken voice and slumped against the sink as I came, "Daddy."

He jerked my pants back up and leaned in close, "I told you, sweetheart, you can't get enough of it."

A shudder rolled down my back.