Captive [MXM]

It had been a few hours since the incident and we'd finally settled into bed. Jakob was fast asleep but guilt and shame still gnawed at me. How could I have thought of Warren- wished for him when I was with the man I loved? Did I love him? If I did then how could I do that to Jakob?

I didn't love Warren. I knew I didn't. I couldn't. He merely aroused me. There wasn't anything behind it. He knew everything about me including how I liked to be fucked, that was all.

Doubt still taunted me.

Eventually I crept out of bed in only my boxers and took my phone from the nightstand. Just to be safe I went to the bathroom in the guest bedroom.

Without hesitation I called him. I needed to hear his voice. I needed him to pick up immediately. I needed him to tell me everything was okay and then I needed him to call me a slut and make me come.

I was already shaking at the thought.

"Babydoll?" He asked and my body erupted in shivers.

"Am I broken?" I whimpered and clutched the phone to my ear with both hands.

"What? No, of course not. What are you talking about?" Warren inquired in a worried voice.

I sniffed and rubbed at my eyes, "I couldn't stop thinking about you," my voice was quiet and hoarse, "while Jakob and I were- we tried to have sex again and all I could think about was you."

There was a very long pause.

"Because I told you not to force yourself to have sex?" He whispered gently and his tone nearly had me sobbing.

"No," I whimpered, "because I wanted you to be fucking me instead."

Another pause.

"What?" He didn't believe me.

I sucked in a breath, "he's so sweet to me," I whispered, "and gentle all the time. But he doesn't- he's scared to hurt me. I want to hurt. I want to be degraded. I want to be fucked until I cry."

"And I can give you that," he finished with a sigh.

"Uh-huh," I swallowed and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Do you want me to make you come, baby boy?" Warren asked gently and my hands were shaking already.

"Please, Daddy," I mumbled and slid my hands into my boxers.

"Are you Daddy's good little whore?" He asked in a hard voice, "my perfect slut."

Blood rushed straight to my cock in seconds as I squeezed the base.

"Yes, Daddy," I gasped and bucked my hips.

"You're such a dirty little slut, Paige. So ready for Daddy's cock, isn't that right?" He went on until I was trembling.

"Uh-huh."

"And you want to make me feel good, don't you? You want Daddy to fuck you until you're screaming and crying?" Warren said slowly and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

"Yes- yes, please," I cried.

"What a fucking whore," he growled and I nearly creamed myself right there, "you were just made for cock, huh? That's all you're good for, Paige, taking Daddy's cock just the way I like it. I'm going to fuck your pretty little ass until you beg me to stop. Until you can't scream anymore and then I'm going to fuck your mouth like the perfect little slut that you were made to be."

"Oh my god- oh my god, please," I gasped and whined as I pumped harder and harder. I was so close, "more, please."

"That's it, whore," he whispered, "come for Daddy. I want to hear you moan for me."

I was practically sobbing by the time I arched my back off the tile and came all over myself. My body was trembling and shaking as I curled up into a ball and panted softly.

"Paige?" Warren asked gently. His voice completely different, "are you okay, baby?"

I whimpered and held the phone to my ear, "Daddy."

"That's right, little one, Daddy's here," he hummed, "now can you tell Daddy how you're feeling?"

I swallowed hard, "I feel good now, Daddy. You made me feel good."

"That's good, babydoll," he purred, "now do you want me to stay on the phone?"

"Yes, please," I trembled.

"Okay, baby, can you clean yourself up? Daddy isn't there right now," he answered and I shakily stood up to get a wash cloth.

"Uh-huh," I murmured and ran it under the warm water.

"That's a good boy," he whispered, "once you're all cleaned up I want you to go get in bed."

"But-"

"No buts, Paige. You need to sleep," he cut me off.

"Daddy," I whined helplessly.

"Baby," Warren hummed, "don't be a brat."

I frowned but cleaned myself up like he told me to.

"I'm finished," I whispered when I was done.

"That's a good boy," he replied, "goodnight, babydoll. Go get in bed."

"Night-night, Daddy."

The next morning I woke to arms wrapped around my waist and warm breath against the nape of my neck.

"Nng, Daddy," I whispered and craned my head back to find Jakob fast asleep. That was not the Daddy I had meant, much to my dismay. I yawned and turned in his arms, "Jakob, I'm hungry."

He furrowed his brow and blinked slowly to wake himself up.

"Five more minutes," he groaned and buried his face in the pillows. I pouted and struggled to roll him over. He frowned and covered his eyes with his arm. I straddled him and pinned his wrists above his head.

"No," I whined and tilted my head to the side, "I wanna get up."

"And who made you the boss?" He gave me a lopsided smile and wiggled his hands.

"I did," I frowned and yelped when he easily yanked his wrists down and drew his palms to my hips.

"Well now you're just naughty little boy, aren't you?" He raised a brow and reached for his glasses off the night stand.

"I'm not naughty!" I cried and folded my arms over my chest.

He smiled an sat up to kiss me, "oh fine," he sighed, "you're a good boy. My good boy, hmm?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Later that day, after I'd finished with my classes, I was settled into my bed at home and going over my homework. It wasn't too hard but it was frustrating enough that I gladly welcomed the distraction when I got a text. However, I had mixed feelings when I realized it was Warren. They weren't the usual sensations of worry and loathing though. It was a mixture of excitement and guilt.

Are you doing anything tonight? He asked and I bit the inside of my cheek.

I don't think so, I answered and anticipated his quick reply.

Are you still mad at me?

I furrowed my brow, I hadn't been upset with him in a while now. He'd been doing better at respecting my wishes.

I wasn't mad at you? I tried in response.

I assumed you'd be upset after last night, Warren admitted, I've tried not to overstep my bounds too much since Evanston.

I turned pink at the mention of Jakob. I'd completely forgotten him.

Oh right, I shot back, thank you, I appreciate it. Was there something you needed then??

I want you to come over to the manor this evening, he texted and I felt my stomach drop in a strange mixture of dread and anticipation.

...for what, I asked suspiciously.

Whatever you want to do. I just want to see you, he answered. My chest swelled with warmth that I didn't think he could cause anymore. It was worrying.

What about Jakob? I don't want to feel guilty, I admitted and clutched the phone with both hands. I didn't want to stop talking to him.

It's not like I'm going to try and fuck you, Paige, he responded bluntly, you don't need to worry.

Yes D- I backspaced hard. Okay.

Then I proceeded to fall into an endless warmth when he continued to text me. I hadn't felt it in a while- actually he was the only person I'd ever felt it for to begin with. I just fell out of love a long, long time ago.

My heart clenched at the mere thought. I wasn't in love with him. I was in love with Jakob. Just because Warren could give me certain things that Jakob couldn't didn't mean that I loved him instead. I just had to find a balance with Jakob. It would be fine.

Eventually he had to attend to his work and I had to go back to studying. However, it did give me a lot of time to get my mind off of my personal life and onto my academic life. I was barely passing as it was and I really needed the study time.

Then I was interrupted again. Jakob was calling.

"Hi, Daddy," I yawned and brushed my hair back.

"Hey, babydoll," he hummed, "I get off in a few hours and I wanted to take you somewhere tonight."

I blinked in surprise. What about Warren?

"Um, where?" I asked and rubbed the back of my neck.

"That's a surprise."

"How late?" I inquired tentatively.

"Pretty late, is that okay? Tomorrow is Saturday so I thought it would be fine," he went on and my anxiety only grew.

"Is there something I should wear?" I swallowed.

"I'll bring you something," he replied, "so that's a yes?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, I have to get back to work, baby," he said, "I love you."

"Love you too," I mumbled and hung up to immediately call Warren.

"I can't go," I blurted and dragged my fingers through my curls.

"What?" He asked and shivers traveled down my spine at the sound of his voice, "what do you mean?"

"Jakob wanted to take me somewhere tonight," I flushed and covered my face with my free hand, "I'm sorry. I kind of wanted to see you too."

"Where are you going?" He asked with a sigh.

"He wouldn't say but we'll be out late," I shrugged.

"Well at least I know you won't be having any fits tonight," he remarked in a sour tone.

I frowned, "what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you aren't going to panic when you try to have sex with him," Warren said crudely.

I turned red in the cheeks, "why do you have to be such an asshole?"

"I'm not being and asshole. I'm telling the truth. You're scared to have sex," he put flatly.

"I am not! I just can't... well it just won't-" I was tripping over my own words and slowly I fell silent.

"You can't what?" He asked I blushed even harder.

"I can't really..." it was much more difficult to say than I thought, "I can't stay hard with him."

There was a pause and then a burst of laughter, "excuse me? You can't- oh my god."

I frowned and pulled my knees up to my chest. I shouldn't have told him.

"Warren, it's not funny. It's because of you in the first place!" I burst and pulled at my hair.

"I hope you mean that in a good way," he chuckled.

"I just can't stop hearing your voice when I'm trying to come," I groaned and blushed in humiliation, "so then I just can't get it up for him any more."

"B-" he fumbled, "is it because thinking about me scares you?"

I flushed and sat up, "no! No, it's not that. It's... he's just too careful. He won't get rough with me like you do. He won't... tell me what I want to hear."

There was a pause, "so he can't fuck you like I can? That's what you're saying?" His smugness was creeping into his tone.

I blushed harder, "I- yes. He can't fuck me like you can."

"You have no idea what that does for my ego, babydoll," he chuckled, "you know I can fuck you like a pretty little slut anytime you want it."

Shame filled me when blood shot straight to my groin, "um, never. I might like it when you get rough but you're also a brute that refuses to snuggle with me after."

I could practically feel him roll his eyes, "I can snuggle with you. You just have to tell me. How about you come over and I show you?"

My ears were burning at this point, "I told you, I can't!"

"Aww, come on Paige, you don't want to watch a movie with Daddy?" Warren continued, "you don't want to sit on my lap and let me kiss those pretty lips of yours?"

I was literally going to explode.

"Noo," I whined and writhed on my bed, "stop it, I'm going somewhere with Jakob."

"But baby boy," he urged, "why won't you let me take you somewhere? Daddy wants to take care of you, little one."

I pouted and curled up into a little ball, "I'm not dating you, that's why."

"He's not your Daddy, though, is he?" He sounded smug but I hesitated.

"I-" my voice dropped off, "well, he is- yes, he is."

There was a long silence. I didn't know what to expect from him. Had a struck a nerve?

Warren's voice was shaky, "you call him Daddy?"

"Yes, but-"

He hung up on me just like that.

But he’s not really my Daddy.