Captive [MXM]

"Get in the back, change into this," he said flatly and handed me a pile of neatly folded clothes as I climbed into the back of his car. He was closed off. Emotionless. I couldn't get through it.

I sighed as he began to drive off and I shimmied out of my pants in return for a pair of black ones. He also supplied me with a neat white button up and a belt along with long socks and leather shoes.

"Where are we going?" I asked tentatively and leaned forward. He kept his eyes on the road.

"Somewhere for you to be properly punished," he answered in a gruff tone and I wilted in response.

"Oh," I mumbled, "are you going to spank me?"

"No. You're not supposed to enjoy punishments," he scowled and remained looking ahead. I gently brushed my finger across his arm. He tensed and shrugged me off.

I frowned, "Warren, I'm sorry for what I said. I don't- I don't want to hate you. I w-wish I could love you again."

He remained emotionless, "you just don't want me to be angry with you."

He was right, "no, it's true. I- don't you think I would've accepted you by now if I could?"

"We're here, have you changed?" He asked in the same tone. I bristled in annoyance at being ignored yet again. He went to get out but I quickly leaned over and locked all the doors.

"Paige, you don't want to be in anymore trouble than you already are," his voice had a dangerous edge but I couldn't care less as I crawled to the front and threw my leg over him.

"Why don't you punish me right here then, Daddy?" I whispered and rested my forearms on his shoulders. His facade cracked for a moment, "or at least help me. I can't buckle it myself."

My belt still hung loose.

His eyes dropped down my body as he loosed a slow breath.

"You don't want to rile me up right now," he said intensely.

"I know exactly what I want," I hummed and slid my hands down his firm chest.

"And what might that be?" He mumbled as his eyes drooped and his hands ghosted my hips.

"Put your hands on me," I demanded and pressed my chest against his, "all over me."

"All... over you," he mumbled and dragged his hands over my stomach and to my pants. "I can't."

His fingers fumbled with the buckle as he helped me hook it through.

"Daddy," I whispered against his ear and dragged my fingers through his hair. His hand rested at the small of my back as he let me do what I wanted. "Daddy..."

"What is it, Paige?" He whispered in a tired voice. I squirmed on his lap and tucked myself against him as I kissed his ear.

"Don't be upset with me, Daddy," I murmured and stuck my lip out in a pout. He gently tugged at my silver earring.

"If you behave yourself tonight then I'll go easy on you, okay?" Warren sighed and unlocked his door, "hop out, baby."

It was a nightclub no doubt but it was dark and filled with hushed voices and classical music. I held onto Warren's hand and stuck to his side. I didn't know anyone here- it was probably for business.

"Do you remember this place?" He asked me suddenly and I blinked in confusion.

"N-no?" I cocked my head to the side.

"It's had a bit of remodeling done but I'm sure you remember that balcony floor," he remarked and looked upwards. I stared upwards and gasped in recognition.

"It's- this is where we met?" I whispered and tugged on a loose curl.

"Yes it is, baby," he smiled and squeezed my hand softly. I nodded and looked at the ground as someone else approached us.

"You made it!" He exclaimed in excitement, it was Sage.

"Yes, I told you we would," Warren said flatly.

"To be honest I kind of thought you were going to stand me up," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"This is for Paige, lead the way," he answered as Sage rolled his eyes and motioned for us to follow. I kept my head down and hurried along.

A few minutes later we arrived at a circle of four lounge chairs. Two were occupied by a man and a woman and at both of their sides was a person kneeling- submissives. Warren has taken me to a fucking BDSM club and I was going to have to kneel.

Warren took a seat in one and Sage in the other. My captor motioned beside him and I flushed bright red but did as he instructed. My back remained straight and my palms folded in my lap as I sat back on my heels. Warren sifted his fingers through my curls in an air of 'good boy'. I wanted him to say it aloud.

Those in the seats began to chat amongst themselves. We, the submissives, remained silent and docile. If I acted up and embarrassed Warren then he would no doubt punish me severely.

Instead I trained my eyes on the small stage before us as the curtains began to rise. The low murmur quieted as everyone focused on what was left on stage. There was a dominatrix and a bound submissive. My pulse sped up as I swallowed and blushed. They were going to perform.

The woman whispered something to her sub who was laying on her stomach with her ass up before bringing the cane in her hand down on her butt. I flinched in surprise and Warren places his hand at the nape of my neck to soothe me. At first I thought it was punishment but I soon grew to realize that it was a sadomasochistic relationship. The submissive was loving every second of it.

I watched numbly as she was whipped, spanked, choked, and edged until I could hardly continue watching. My stomach was a jumble of knots and I was so nervous that I almost wanted to hurl.

Instead I looked at Warren with pleading eyes and gestured at his lap. I didn't want to watch anymore. He stared at me for a second before giving me a little nod. I tried not to draw any attention to myself as I rose and crawled into his lap- the only person who I think noticed was Sage.

Warren wrapped his arms around me as I put my own around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck.

His lips grazed my ear, "you did very good, baby boy. Now tell me what's the matter?"

I dragged my fingers over his shoulder, "it looks like it hurts."

"She likes it. Is there anything else?"

"I-" I began and then stopped myself, "I don't want you to be upset with me and I don't want to be punished."

He gently stroked my back, "when you misbehave you have to be punished and you won't change my mind about that but I could never be upset with you for long, baby."

I released a shuddering sigh and curled up against him, "okay."

I hadn't noticed my drifting to sleep until Warren began to jostle me.

"Wake up, Paige," he commanded and brushed my curls back from my face.

I blinked sleepily, "is it over? Are we going home now?"

"No, not yet. Hang in a little bit longer, okay?" He hummed and helped me to my feet. I nodded and slipped my small hand into his as he pulled me along. Sage sidled up beside me.

"You missed all the best parts, you know," he remarked and slipped from his wine glass. I don't know when he got wine.

I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"You're making him uncomfortable, Sage," Warren remarked with distaste.

"What? Knowing you, I'm sure you've done worse with little Paige," he teased and I squeezed Warren's hand tightly.

"He's not a fan of the intense pain," he answered flatly and squeezed my hand back.

"God, I can't even get off without making a sub scream a little bit," Sage rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Then go make one scream. We have a reservation," my captor sighed.

"Oh? What do we have in our rooms that you don't?" The white haired man laughed.

"It's more for the experience," the vampire sighed as Sage walked off. I looked up at him.

"What reservation?" I asked tentatively.

"The one for a private room to punish you," he shrugged and I swallowed hard.

"Is it very bad?" I mumbled in concern.

"Don't worry, since you were so good tonight I'll give you a reward too," he smiled and I blushed harder.

"I just. . ." I trailed off and bit the inside of my cheek, "I, um, don't want to be f-fucked here. Anywhere but home really."

"I'm not going to screw you tonight if that's what you're afraid of," he sighed and kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you," I shuddered as he led me down a wide hallway and to a door near the end.

"Go sit on the bed," Warren hummed as he turned to shut and lock the door. The room was covered wall to wall in various toys and tools. The bed was designed for BDSM. I toed off my shoes and loosened my belt before setting them aside.

He came before me and began to finish undressing me. I laid down on the edge and let him do as he pleased. When I was down to my underwear he leaned over me.

"Now, while we're in here you will call me Sir or you will call me Daddy. Nothing else, got it?" He said sternly and I rolled my lower lip between my teeth.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Tell me what word you're supposed to use if it gets too bad," Warren continued and stroked my cheek.

"December," I murmured.

"Very good, tell me why you're being punished," he instructed.

I bit down on my lower lip, "because I disobeyed D-Daddy."

"That's right, baby boy," he purred and kissed my forehead, "now get in the middle of the bed."