Prisoned: A Dark Twisted Erotic Standalone (16 page)

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” It wasn’t true, so it hurt to even think this. It hurt to let the words marinate on my tongue. But because he was able to read me so well, I had to sound believable. “I would never be able to trust you.”

“Kyle—”

“You’re entertaining. That’s all. When your tongue was on my clit and your cock was inside me, I didn’t think about being in this cell. I was thankful they had placed me in here with you. But, now that I know how talented you are, I’m even more thankful.” I even hated the tone I was using. This wasn’t me. Not the words, not the sarcasm. Definitely not the harshness.

He knew that, too.

“You’re saying I’m nothing more than a distraction?”

No.

I shrugged. “Your dick is one of the best I’ve had. So, yes.”

“You feel nothing in here?” His hand pressed against my chest. It was a surprisingly forceful move, but it didn’t hurt.

My comments had hurt. The way I nodded my head…hurt.

“I don’t believe you,” he barked.

“It’s true.”

“Your eyes are telling me a much different story.”

I didn’t have time to prepare myself before his lips crashed against mine, his tongue filling the space in between. It wasn’t just passionate. It was the kind of kiss someone gave before they said good-bye. A kiss that was memorable.

“Your lips are telling me a much different story.” His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted my tank over my head. “If this wasn’t the only shirt you had, I would have ripped the fucking thing off you.”

He knelt on the floor and peeled my pants off. My bra and panties came off shortly after.

I couldn’t tell him to stop. I couldn’t reach for his hands and still them. I was frozen in pure elation, knowing I would get to be close to him again, knowing I would get to feel his emotions. Knowing mine would only intensify.

It contradicted everything I had just told him. It had the potential of putting my feelings on display. Yet I still didn’t stop him. Because having Garin inside me and being released from this prison were the only two things I wanted. And the one I wanted more in that moment…was Garin.

As he shed his clothes, his eyes stayed on mine, his lips parted, determination glaring from his face. “Get over here,” was his only warning.

He lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. Then, he carried us to one of the corners and sat down.

Still, I didn’t fight him.

Instead, I basked in the attention. The closeness. The way my pussy rested over his erection, doing everything I could not to grind over the side of it, not to wiggle enough so that the tip would pop in.

Garin didn’t move. He just stared at me, as though he were assessing every breath, every blink. When I couldn’t take the silence, I let his name slip through my lips.

It took him several seconds to respond. “Your pulse is telling me something very different.” He tipped my face upward, holding it steady. “Your pupils are dilated, showing me how strong your need is.” He shifted beneath me, his eyes staying on mine. “Your cunt is dripping on me.”

My body was failing me. Anything I said would give my lies away even more, so I didn’t speak.

“Do you think those reactions are just because I’m entertaining you?” The tips of his fingers ran down my neck and slowly sank between my breasts.

I shivered. A slow, raspy moan came out of me.

“And now? You still think that?” He stared at me through his lashes.

It was an overwhelming stare. Maybe because of the position we were in, by the way his cock was pressing against the most sensitive part of me. The part that couldn’t lie.

“You don’t have to say anything.” His hands moved to my ass, and he lifted until I hovered over his crown. “I’m going to fuck the answer out of you.”

I was afraid of that.

“And, once I finish fucking you, I’m going to fuck you again to make one thing very clear.”

My wants, my feelings were already so clear.

“Nothing that I’m doing in here is for entertainment. Not the way I touch you, not the way I listen to you, not the way I wrap my arms around you at night. Not the way I watch you sleep to make sure no one but me touches you. If I were looking for entertainment, I’d have you bounce on my cock all fucking day, letting you open your mouth only so I could fill it with my dick.” He gripped me harder, his words emphasized even more. “What we have here…it’s deep. We both know it.”

How was it possible that I wanted him even more than I had just a minute ago? That my emotions for this man were more real than ever?

He lowered me onto our bed. I didn’t stop him.

“It’s deeper than when we were kids, Kyle.”

Yes, it was.

He was on top of me, his body much longer than mine, but our fit was still so snug. His stare was powerful, consuming. Gripping. His hold on me was stronger than the cement that impounded us. That hold didn’t waver when his crown pushed straight into me, my opening widening to allow him in.

“It lives right here.”

His fist touched the left side of my chest, and I gasped. Not just from his admission, but from the size of him, from the fullness, from the immediate pleasure that spread through me.

“Ahh,” I breathed.

His movements were torturously slow. In went the entire length of his shaft; out he pulled until just the very tip of his dick was inserted. I ached for him when he left; I silently begged for more when he was all the way in.

“Tell me the truth.”

He kept my hips still, making sure I stayed right where he wanted me, taking me to the place he knew I couldn’t return from. There was so much pleasure in everything he was doing—how his exhales warmed my nipples, how the friction caused every nerve to ignite the most erotic pleasure, even how tightly he was gripping me.

“Tell me.”

I shimmied my arms out from under him and clamped my hands around his shoulders, my nails finding their way into his skin.

“Your body is telling me so much.” He kissed all the way up my neck. After each brush of his lips, he nipped the skin with his teeth. “Now, give me your voice, Kyle.”

Just as he reached my face, our eyes connecting, he rocked his hips back and thrust them forward.

“Oh my God!” I screamed. I didn’t have a chance to recover. I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he lifted me off the ground and held me against the wall.

His hands were on my ass, his fingers stabbing my flesh. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted.”

“I…”

“Tell me.”

With each pump, my back crashed into the wall, and my head rubbed against the cold concrete. I was squeezing my legs around his waist, but I didn’t need to. Garin wasn’t letting me go. He wasn’t going to let me drop. He was dominating my body with his weight, his power, his cock, and I could do nothing but lie against this wall and enjoy it.

“Tell me.”

He kept his eyes on me and leaned his head down, so his mouth could flick my nipple. He abused it with just the tip of his tongue until it turned painfully hard. Four, five, six pumps of his dick before he moved to the other nipple. They were achingly desperate to be sucked.

“Garin…”

He looked up at me through his lashes, his teeth hovering around the center of my breast. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Tell me.”

“Suck it. Please.”

His tongue licked just the edge.

“More, Garin. Give me more.”

Small pumps in and out of my pussy were all he was giving me. It teased me almost as much as his mouth.

“More,” I begged again.

An untamed glare crossed his eyes, and his lips closed around my nipple, his teeth biting down just enough that I shouted out. He let my scream simmer in the air before he quickly soothed out the pain with the swish of his tongue. Then, he did it again.

And again.

“Oh!” I bellowed from the new sensation that throbbed through me.

A foreign sensation.

While his hand was cupping my ass, one of his fingers was caressing it. Not the cheeks but between them, dangerously close to the hole. And then he was there, at the rim, dancing around it, putting pressure on that forbidden entrance, tickling his way into it. It was unexpected. And unexpectedly arousing.

“You like it.”

“Mmm,” I moaned.

He slowly twisted his finger, which already felt quite wet, until half of it was inside me. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, anticipating a bit of pain. There was no reason to; it didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It only heightened my cravings.

“You want more.”

He wasn’t asking, and my voice didn’t need to give him an answer, but I still gave him one. “Yes.”

He slid his dick all the way in, and his hips stilled. The only part of him that moved was his finger. It dipped in as far as his knuckle and back. “When I’m inside your ass, your cunt milks my cock. Without even stroking you, it’s squeezing the fuck out of me.” He groaned against my lips, and it was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. “I’m the first person to touch you here, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“I should have been the first man inside your pussy, too.”

I didn’t disagree.

“Your pussy shouldn’t know the feeling of any cock, other than mine,” he growled.

I found his possessiveness to be extremely sexy because, in my mind, I had been his for most of my life.

Had things just gone differently…

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Kyle.”

“Ah,” I hissed as he gave me his whole finger.

“This little tight hole is going to spread just wide enough to let my cock in, and I’m going to take it, just like I should have taken your cunt.”

His finger was sliding in and out, moving much faster than before. With this new speed came more power. Fullness. A bursting of sensations that drove me toward the build. And then, unexpectedly, he pulled his finger out, my ass clenching from the void, a feeling I didn’t like nearly as much.

“Why did you stop?”

The smirk on his face looked so delicious that I wanted to lick it off.

“You miss it already?”

I nodded.

“I knew you’d like it when I touched your ass, but I didn’t think you’d warm to it that fast.”

He rocked his hips back, reminding me that he wasn’t done with my pussy, and drove inside it again. “Tell me.” The tip of his finger found its way to my ass. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, Kyle.”

“Anything?”

His mouth pressed against mine. I could taste the freshness of his breath. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and swish it around my gums and over my tongue and hold it inside me forever.

“But I want…” My voice died out as he teased the rim of my ass, my whole body shivering.

“You want more than you already have?”

“I’m in a cell.”

“You’re in a cell…with me.”

You
.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He surrounded my lips as his dick plunged in and out of my wetness, his tongue moving in the same speed as his finger, which was now inside me again. I didn’t know how many pumps it took. I didn’t know if I was screaming or moaning or if there was any breath left in my body.

But I’d lost all sense of reality.

All that was left was pleasure. And it was building in more than one spot.

“Fuck, you just became so tight.”

He used more of his weight to hold me against the wall, freeing up his other hand, so he could move it to my clit. He didn’t rub it. He pinched it between his fingers, and it was the burst that sent me over the edge.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he growled. “Come right on me. Let me feel it.”

My pussy was clenching his dick, my ass was contracting around his finger, and I was sucking on the end of his tongue while my entire body shuddered. As the spasms inside me came to a staggering peak, I felt a change in his movements. They were sharp, dominant. He bit down on my lip, his hips stilling, before he gave me one last stroke. Then, slowly, warm jets of cum filled me.

I clung to him, still panting, and he moved me to the floor, covering me with a blanket, while he knelt next to me.

Before he spoke, he brushed the hair off my face. “I’m going to wash you, but you need to know something first.” He grabbed my wrist, stopping me as I tried to reach out to him. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer. The only thing we have inside this cell is words, Kyle. Don’t hold them back from me.”

I suddenly felt extremely childish. But my reasoning at the time hadn’t been; it was probably one of the maturer decisions I’d ever made. I feared that, at some point, I would have to tell him the truth, and I knew it would destroy anything we had built in here. I was protecting him, his feelings. His heart.

“Get out of your head.”

Breathe, Kyle
.

“But—”

“We’re here. Right now. Think about right now. Not then. Not tomorrow. Now.”

Now, I loved him.

Now, I wanted him to love me.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“In the end, I got what I wanted.” His hand dipped under the blanket, clasping my clit between his fingers.

I gasped from how sensitive it was.

“This told me everything I wanted to hear.”

His hand dipped lower, urging the cum to drip out of me. As it did, I felt him cup his fingers and lift them out of the blanket.

“I need you to make me a promise.”

“Anything,” I said.

Did I mean that?

He lifted his fingers to my lips. The tips were wet, his thick, milky cum coating each one. He rubbed them over my mouth, spreading a thin layer across it. Then, he plunged them onto my tongue. “Suck.”

I did as I was told, licking each side and over his nails. He slid them further in until his fingertips were hitting the back of my throat. If I tried to swallow, if I moved my tongue, I would gag. I didn’t want that. I wanted to take whatever he was willing to give me. So, I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my throat as I studied his face. The face that made everything all right…even though his fingers were threatening to upset the bile in my stomach.

“Don’t ever tell me that my cock is for entertainment. Do you understand?”