Caged

by Shanna Ehrlich

  Brax sped down 5th Avenue, weaving between cars, before taking a left on 59th. “Where are we going?” her voice croaked as she asked and he didn’t answer. Didn’t even look her way. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

  That got his attention and he looked over, shook his head in a chastising way and then turned to stare ahead.

  Not wanting to push him further, she said nothing, let him continue to drive like a maniac while she sat in silence.

  It was several minutes before he finally snapped. “You didn’t think I could protect you? Is that it? Is that fucking it!” he yelled and Annie jumped a little in her seat. “Do you know how stupid you were? So. Fucking. Stupid.” He hit the steering wheel on each word and the horn reinforced his anger. “You don’t fucking shoot someone in the middle of a goddamn park!”

  In his rage he didn’t see the car in front of them begin to slow and had to slam on the breaks, swerving to the side of the road to avoid an accident.

  Annie screamed and braced herself with the door rest, thankful when they came to a stop in one piece. Breathing heavy and with a hand to her chest, she looked out the window toward a body of water, a sign marking it as the East River, and then back toward Brax. Where was he taking her?

  A steady stream of cars continued past them, but he made no effort to join back in.

  “Where are we going?” she asked again, her heartbeat starting to drop in tempo. “Are you going to stop driving like a fucking crazy person?”

  “Are you going to stop acting like one?”

  “You know what, fuck you. How dare you say that to me. Like you can talk. You kill people all the time. I do it once, one fucking time,” she held up a finger, “and now I’m the crazy person?”

  “Yes. Yes you are. I had him, a couple more punches, that’s all it would have took. It would have been silent and easy and then you had to shoot him. That shot probably woke all of Uptown. I tried to tell you to stop, but you wouldn’t fucking listen; not that I’m surprised. You never listen. You just do whatever pops into your blonde head and never stop to fucking think.”

  “You asshole,” she shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was thinking about you, God only knows why, but I didn’t want him hitting you, hurting you. I’m the only one who gets to do that.” She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward trying to emphasize her next point. “You said yourself if I was yours I’d have power, well I just fucking used it, and now you’re going to hold it against me? You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

  “Get out of the car,” he demanded, his voice calm, but laced with venom.

  “No. It’s pouring and I have no clue where we are. Just take me back to the hotel. We don’t even have to talk. It’s not like it ever helps.”

  “Get the fuck out of the car!” he screamed, but he no longer intimidated her.

  “Make me.”

  Without another word and in a rage of anger he ripped the seatbelt from the buckle before throwing open his door and slamming it behind him. He was soaked on contact with the pouring rain and trudged through, rounding the front of the SUV, the headlights glaring in his eyes. When he reached her door he threw it open and leaned in, unbuckling her belt. Bethany held on to the grab handle above the door in a pathetic attempt to stop him, but he reached an arm around her waist, dragging her out. She kicked in his arms, yelling profanities, but it didn’t stop him. She was claiming to be his, but it wasn’t really true. He was about to change that.

  Crashing her stomach first up against the SUV, her thighs connected with the front wheel well. He held her hands behind her back and went to work on his pants, hastily unfastening and tugging down the zipper, pulling himself free. She barely had time to register what was going on before he reached under her dress and hauled down her underwear.

  “Brax. What—”

  She couldn’t get the words out before he slammed into her with one hard thrust, the sound of the pouring rain and cars passing by drowning out her agonizing groan. He picked her up by the waist, pushing her further up on the car for deeper access. “Now you’re mine,” he stated, pulling out and roughly pushing back in.

  She grunted and attempted to say something, but he didn’t stop to listen.

  “We’re done talking now.”

  This wasn’t your normal run of the mill, first sexual attempt, but nothing they ever did was normal. It was brutal, punishing and he took her body without apologies. He didn’t slow down to accommodate her, didn’t stop to pay attention to her needs; he took her all for himself, delivering thrust after thrust, his cock going so deep she could feel it in her stomach.

  He yanked down the sleeves of her dress and bra straps, uncovering her chest and squeezed one hard in his hand. She was exposed for all to see, every car driving by, anyone who cared to look their way, and he didn’t care, continued to pound, her body sliding back and forth along the slick surface. He bit down on her shoulder when he came, she could feel his dick pulse as it purged itself inside.

  When he was finished, he laid on top of her, not bothering to remove himself while he caught his breath, and then slowly pulled out; let her feet drop back to the ground and held her around the waist to keep her steady. Her legs wobbled and she could feel the burn between her thighs, yet still ached to have him back.

  “Now you can shoot whoever the fuck you want.” He spun her around, using his hips to push her back against the SUV.

  “Remember you said that the next time you piss me off.” A smile played at her lips and she pulled his face to hers, biting rough at his bottom lip before pressing their mouths together and sliding in her tongue. This time she took from him; sucked his tongue, pulled his hair, dug her nails into the back of his neck.

  He growled and pushed harder against her, showing who really had the strength and she climbed up his body in response, wrapped her legs around, and rubbed her aching core against him without remorse.

  The rain died off and their wet clothes clung as they devoured each other. A car honked and flashed their lights, a holler called out through the passenger window and Brax pulled back, just enough to whisper against her lips. “If you don’t want a repeat of what just happened you better fucking stop.”

  “If I get a repeat am I going to get off this time?”

  He smiled and laughed, water from his hair dripping down his face. “B, you’re going to get off all night. I wouldn’t worry about it. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk in the morning, but we need to get rid of this gun. Then I’m all yours.”

  She slid down him, still breathing heavy and leaned against the car while he opened her door and reached inside for the gun. Taking her hand, he walked her down the sandy hill over toward the water where the small waves lapped at the beach. He threw the gun hard and far; she couldn’t see where it eventually dropped.

  “Aren’t you worried about someone finding it?”

  “No. The sand will scratch the prints off and the tide should keep it hidden. Even if someone does find it, it’s not mine.” He turned to face her, running his fingers through her hair. “You don’t need to worry about it. I got you. I’ll always have you.”

  They walked up the hill together in silence and he opened the SUV door for her, his first gentlemanly act maybe ever. Waiting for her to get in he shut the door and walked around to his side, starting it up and pulling back into traffic.

  He drove slower now, no longer feeling the need to weave, though this time she hoped he would. The desire to have him again burned and she rubbed her thighs together. He looked over toward her, knowing what she wanted and slowed his speed even more. A whining noise escaped her mouth like a child who didn’t get her way and he flashed a smile.

  “When are you going to realize I know what’s best for you?”

  “Oh you do?” she glared at him.

  “I do. If you just do what you’re told and stop fighting me every step of the way, you’d be a lot, better off.” He winked, teasing her with his words.

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p; “Somehow I doubt that. I thought you liked my fight. Would you rather I just be one of those ditzy girls you’re used to banging?”

  “There you go, fighting me again. One day you’re going to learn I’m right. When it comes to you, I’ll always know what’s best. I know everything you need.”

  “Is that so? Do you know what I need right now? How bad I need this?” She grazed her hand along the inside of her thigh, dipping it beneath her dress. She didn’t waste any time and pushed a finger inside, letting her thumb roam over her clit. Tilting her head back she moaned at the contact.

  The SUV swerved right and was quickly corrected.

  Looking over to Brax she found his black eyes focused solely on her. “The road Brax, watch the road,” she panted, moving her hand faster.

  Braxton leaned toward her and covered her hand with his, could feel her finger moving in and out and inserted a finger of his own, keeping her same rhythm.

  “I’m going to cum pretty soon. You better drive faster or I might not need you anymore.”

  “You’ll always need me,” he told her as he held on to her hand, forcing their fingers to move faster, harder. “And you’re right, you will cum pretty soon. You’re going to cum before we make it home,” he demanded, and she could feel the car increase in speed, going forty to one hundred in no time flat.

  Annie closed her eyes and lifted her feet on the seat, pushing their hands deeper. She used her free hand to rub herself; needed better access, more friction. She was so close.

  “Tell me you want me,” he ordered. “Tell me how good you feel.”

  He added another finger and continued their assault, deliciously hitting that special spot over and over again. She didn’t respond, couldn’t, her mind focused on one thing and one thing only. She moaned again as her hand rubbed wilder, circling until she almost saw stars, and then was yanked from her body. The shock unbelievable. It felt like ice water poured down her back.

  “When I tell you to do something, you better fucking do it. Now tell me what I want to hear. Do you want me?”

  She took a couple seconds to breath in and out before nodding her head yes.

  “Use your words B.”

  “I want you,” she exhaled heavily.

  “Beg me. Tell me who owns you.”

  “You fucking own me,” she moved their hands back to her entrance. “Now stop playing with me.”

  “You think I’m playing with you?” He pushed their fingers back in. “You have no idea how serious I am about you.”

  They didn’t get much further until the car was parked in front of his loft, but Braxton refused to let her out, she was going to cum in the car as he promised. He leaned forward kissing her, moving from her lips to her tits, lapping and biting. He let her continue to rub herself, enjoyed watching and could feel his cock start to twitch back to life. Her body tensed when she came all around their fingers. He could feel her walls tightening and softening, over and over until she sagged into the chair.

  They exited the SUV hand in hand to find the evening doormen, their backs turned away from them, chatting casually as if they had no idea what took place in the SUV. A deep blush took over Annie’s face as the men noticed them and held open the heavy, glass doors.

  “Good evening Mr. Cage,” said the one closest to Brax, a subtle smirk gracing his face.

  “It seems that way.” Brax turned to her and winked, heightening her embarrassment. “Don’t let that bother you,” he leaned in to whisper. “That’s nothing. By the time I’m done with you the whole building is going to know what we’ve been up to.”

  “Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

  “Because I’m going to make you cum so hard your screams will wake the neighbors.” He added a cocky smile and escorted her into the elevator car, pressing the button labeled P and inserting a small, white key card.

  “Is that so Mr. Cage?”

  “Mmmm, it is,” he reached out and took hold of her wrist, pulling her up close. Placing a hand on her abdomen, he traced his fingertips down between her legs. “How’s she doing by the way?” He moved the thin material of her dress to cup her sensitive flesh. “I hate to tell you this, but your pussy’s going to hurt so bad in the morning.” He paused and softly caressed her. “Once I get you upstairs I won’t be able to resist fucking you over and over again and it’s just going to turn into this vicious cycle of fucking and resting, fucking and resting. I hope you’re ready for it. Not that you have a choice. I’m not letting you go anywhere now. You’re—”

  She cut him off and threw herself at him just before the elevator dinged open. He walked backward, taking her with into the darkened loft while she streamed vigorous kisses across his lips and down his neck.

  Letting go of her purse, it fell to the floor.

  “I want you to make me hurt Brax. I want to wake up in the morning and know where you were all night. I want to be reminded every time I sit down of how good you fucked me.”

  Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around him, her sandals dropping to the ground one thump after the other. Rubbing herself against his jeans she moaned into his mouth and he lost it, couldn’t wait any longer.

  Striding over to the entry table, he placed her down and kneeled, pushing up her dress at the same time. Without waiting another second he devoured her, the musky taste only making his cock that much harder. He sucked on her nub, pulling it between his teeth and she cried out, leaning back on the table and holding him by the hair.

  Gripping her hips, he moved her to the edge, placing her feet on the table and spread her wide. Her pussy glistened with wetness and he went back in for more, sinking his tongue inside before going back to her clit. His fingers soon joined his mouth and he pumped and curved them around, hearing her breaths and moans get louder and louder.

  She squirmed beneath him and he held her down, keeping up the unrelenting suckling. Her legs trembled, he could see her coiling up, could feel the tension inside. She was close, he didn’t need her constant “don’t stops” to let him know she was about to cum and he wasn’t planning on stopping until she did.

  He moved his tongue faster, his fingers faster, until her whole body shook and she screamed out. Even then, he kept going, continued to suck, prolonging her orgasm until her arched back collapsed onto the table.

  Like a sixteen-year-old looking at pussy for the first time, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled his dick out and sunk into her without warning. She was tighter than before, undoubtedly swelling from their earlier rough session, but it didn’t deter him.

  He lifted her by the waist, bringing her hips up to his level and railed her; the silent room filled with loud wet slapping sounds of sex. He could feel the sweat from his efforts dripping down his back and set her down to remove his clothing, but then thought better. Instead, he picked her up over his shoulder and darted up the stairs into his bedroom. She laughed, hanging over him and swatted his ass before he brought her down onto the bed.

  The moon shined in through the floor to ceiling windows and lit the room with the perfect ambiance, not too dark, not too bright, but enough to cast them both in silhouettes. Braxton took a step back and pulled off his black boots before removing the rest of his clothing and sauntered back toward her, naked in all his glory.

  “Stand up.”

  She did as asked and he gathered the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. Her black bra the only clothing she had left, she reached around and unclasped it, letting it slide down her arms to the floor.

  Braxton looked her up and down, taking the time to stop and appreciate what was in front of him. “You’re so beautiful.” He reached forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and down her neck. She leaned her head back, giving him more access, and he kissed down further; to her throat, down her chest, and over to a nipple, licking and biting, and then moved back up.

  With a knee on the bed he leaned her back, covering her body with his, and lifted her wrists above h
er head. Interlocking their fingers with one hand, he used the other to guide himself inside. As he plunged in, his free hand came up to meet hers and their eyes locked. Pulling almost all the way out, he held her gaze as he pushed back in.

  He started out slow, but quickly built up a rhythm and began to ram her, his heavy body holding her down. Releasing her hands, he grabbed her knees and brought them over his shoulder while continuing his motions, the onslaught lasting what felt like forever before he flipped her to her stomach and came down on her once more, the new angle hitting a spot he hadn’t yet reached.

  His body slid up and down her back, the sweat slick between them until he rose up to his knees, bringing her with him. On all fours, he held on to her from behind. She could feel his balls swinging up to tap her sex with the ferocity of his efforts and the tingle of an orgasm started rearing its head. Holy shit, he was going to make her cum a third time. Never had that happened in one night.

  Pulling himself out, he flopped on his back, taking her on top. She leaned forward and kissed him, loving the feel of his tongue in her mouth and the way he held her tight.

  “It’s your turn,” he mumbled between kisses. “Ride me B. I want you to cum all over me.”

  At his cue, and with a new sense of orgasmic hope, she began to move, up and down in a circular motion, reveling in the new found friction. Her stamina, or lack thereof, was almost embarrassing and when she slowed he lifted his knees and held on to her hips, helping her move as he drove up into her.

  In the new position his cock grazed the top of her canal, hitting that erogenous zone no one came close to before, and paired with the constant rubbing, it didn’t take long to get to the edge. She continued moving, getting closer and closer. The constant building was unlike anything she felt before. Had never been so high. It was like a rollercoaster making its way to the top before the drop and she tensed in anticipation; her whole body constricting tight.

  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feeling while Brax moved faster beneath her and then in a rush, she fell. Toppled over the edge and screamed, cried out for something unknown while the world spun around. Her sex squeezed over and over around his thick cock and then he was the one making noises, grunting and pulling her down hard while they both rode out their orgasms.