Caged

by Shanna Ehrlich

  As if sensing his thoughts, the coffee cup in her hand began to shake and Braxton could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest. Or maybe that was his heart. He reached the front of the room, almost kept going toward her, but the slight shake of her head stopped him short. He stood still at the end of the long ramp and their silent exchange told him everything he needed to know. She was telling him no. Pleading with her eyes for him to sit down, to not make a scene. He’d do her the courtesy of sitting down and not taking her in front of a classroom full of gawking students, but he couldn’t promise not causing a scene. That just sounded like fun.

  Braxton found a seat, front and center and gave her a smirk. Is this what you wanted? He asked with his look. Or was it this? He motioned with his eyes to the bulge in his jeans and palmed himself before readjusting.

  B’s facial expression gave nothing away. She cleared her throat, set her cup on the desk she was still leaning against and went right back to talking, only her statement was directed toward him, something Braxton wasn’t expecting. “Mr. Cage, thank you so much for finally deciding to arrive for class. I’m sure everyone here enjoyed having to wait for you to take your antagonizing slow walk to the front. Maybe next time you can sit in the back like the rest of the latecomers instead of interrupting what your fellow students have paid good money to hear.”

  She just chastised him in a room full of people and used his last name. If his dick was hard before it was raging solid now. Braxton had to grip the armrests in an attempt to not jump up and tackle her. He raised his eyebrows, daring her to say more. She almost did. He could see something else on the tip of her tongue, but she quickly swallowed it back down and continued on with the lecture. Good girl.

  “As I was saying before we were interrupted, today we are going to talk about some of the major psychological theories. The first was introduced by Sigmund Freud, hopefully most of you have heard of him already. This theory Freud called the Psychic Apparatus which consists of three entities known as the Id, the Ego and the Superego.” B moved to the side to turn on a projector displaying a slide of the basic definition of the Id. “The Id is used to describe a person’s unconscious level and how we satisfy basic instincts such as eating, breathing, and living in general.”

  This was a very basic theory Braxton remembered learning about when he was in college. She spent twenty minutes on the subject going over our basic human needs, our wants, desires and our need for immediate gratification. The first stage she discussed is called the oral stage in which you receive gratification solely through the mouth.

  “This stage takes place the first year of life and sometimes longer. When seen in adulthood it is known as an oral fixation and has been connected to people who indulge in smoking, excessive eating and even oral sexual gratification.”

  Her gaze flicked over to him and then away just as quick. If Braxton hadn’t been staring straight at her he might not have noticed. Was she associating him with her oral sexual gratification? He certainly fucking hoped so and was suddenly much more interested in what she had to say.

  She went on next to discuss the Anal Stage in which several students snickered throughout the hall and she patronized them with an eye roll and told them to get their minds out of the gutter. She explained that in this stage, a child’s life revolves around their waste and how they are praised or reprimanded, and because it is such a big part of their life at that time, usually taking place between ages two to four, it can deeply effect their personality in the future.

  “This is where you can attribute the term anal retentive. It’s when there is confusion as a child regarding the praise of using the restroom and the coexisting disgust for fecal matter. It can groom you into being orderly and obstinate as an adult.”

  “Wait,” a guy behind him called out. “So this second stage is what makes some girls not want to have sex? They want to keep their body in order or something?”

  Braxton couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s naïve comment. He sounded thoroughly interested and Braxton turned back to look at him. He was a young guy, eighteen if he had to guess, and he was leaning forward in his chair, resting his hands on the seat top in front of him.

  “Excuse me,” B looked perplexed. “I don’t understand your question. Is this because of the anal name, because I thought I made it clear earlier to stop thinking of it that way.”

  “I think he misheard you,” Braxton interrupted and turned back to face the young kid. “The word you are looking for is abstinent. She said obstinate which is basically another word for stubborn. Although, I think I like your theory about women not putting out because they want to keep their body in order. You might be on to something there. And not just their body, but their life. They only care about themselves and what others will think. It’s so obstinate of them. Wouldn’t you agree Professor Andrews?”

  That was one thing she didn’t lie about. While not technically her last name any longer, it was what she went by in her career. Roland’s background report on her clued him into that and so much more.

  Her eyes narrowed at his obvious dig and he leaned back in his chair looking forward to her reply.

  “Actually I don’t. That’s not the word I would use to describe women who don’t sleep with you. From the looks of you, intelligent would be a more accurate description.”

  Echoes of damn and burn could be heard throughout the hall. The kid behind him who he just defended even laughed a bit. If this was how she wanted to play, then so be it. “So what are you implying? That every woman in this room is unintelligent?”

  “Are you implying you’ve slept with every woman in this room?”

  “I’m implying I could.”

  “Well I’ll save you the embarrassment of taking a poll. This is a psychology class, not a dating site.” B clicked the remote in her hand and the next slide popped on screen. “We’re moving on now Mr. Cage, but I suggest you pay special attention to this stage. You may find you relate to it.”

  The stage in reference was the Phallic Stage. B went on to explain this stage as when children start noticing their gender. Boys notice they have a penis and girls notice they don’t, and start to have what is called Penis Envy. Braxton wanted to interrupt right there. Penis Envy, that was just too easy. She also said that boys developed a complex where they secretly wanted to kill their father and sleep with their mother. This Freud guy was fucking sick. Apparently it isn’t until you start identifying with the parent of the same sex that you eventually move on and decide you don’t want kill your dad and fuck your mom. She also mentioned something about the fear of getting your dick cut off as a child. It was all too weird and deep for him to understand. Or maybe he just wasn’t paying close enough attention. He couldn’t stop thinking about her earlier explanation of identifying with the same sex parent to get through the stage. What if you didn’t have a same sex parent to identify with? His dad was never around. It wasn’t until Cole he even remotely had a father figure. Just as he was thinking these questions she spoke up and answered.

  “To be a sexually mature and thriving adult, Freud believed it was imperative for you to get through each stage, but like the first two stages, a fixation can develop and in this stage it’s a lot more prevalent than the others. People who are fixated in this stage, men specifically,” she stopped and looked toward Braxton, “often tend to exhibit qualities of aggression, impulsiveness, vanity, and problems with authority.” Looking back toward the class she clarified even further. “Most of you probably know someone like this. We may have even heard from someone today displaying some of these qualities. It doesn’t necessarily mean they are fixated in this stage. In fact, a lot of research disputes Freud’s beliefs, but none the less, it is always something to consider.”

  She spent the rest of class explaining the last two stages. They must not have been very detailed because she got through them both in ten minutes, but Braxton was no longer listening, too focused on her exact description of himself. She just psych
oanalyzed him in front of the entire damn class. This was not how he planned for the day to go. He was going to be the one to embarrass her, not the other way around. She thoroughly put him in his place. It had never happened before. Is that what she thought of him? Was she always analyzing him? She had never verbalized her thoughts before. She was always just there to listen, never to judge or explain. That’s what it felt like she did. He didn’t like it.

  After class, as the other students filed out or went up front to ask B questions, he stayed seated, knowing a conversation would soon take place, but didn’t know what he wanted to say. He watched as she spoke with each student, explaining to them about her office hours and what they could expect of the course load. After finishing with the last student he expected her to come sit down next to him, ask what he was doing there, maybe try to console him, she undoubtedly knew she just upset him, but she did neither. She picked up her shoulder bag and headed for the nearest exit.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he ran after her and caught her by the elbow, spinning her around to face him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

  She tried to pull from his grasp and he tightened his hold.

  “You owe me an explanation. What was that?”

  “I don’t owe you shit.”

  “You used me as a fucking psychology example in front of your whole damn class and don’t thing you owe me anything?”

  “Nope. You’re the one who decided to run your damn mouth. You got what you deserved. Don’t come in here on my turf and think you can get away with acting like your usual narcissistic self. Especially after this weekend.” She pulled at his hand, still holding her tight, but his grip was like iron. “You’re hurting me Brax.” He didn’t let go. Didn’t even budge.

  “What are you talking about? This weekend? Wait you’re pissed at me?” He didn’t see that coming. “Tell me, what could I have possibly done? I didn’t even text you.”

  She looked at him expectedly and he understood right away. Fucking women.

  “You said you didn’t want me texting you in front of your stupid ass husband so I stopped. He was home all weekend, wasn’t he? Now you’re telling me I should have texted?” What a stupid fucking thing to be pissed about. The phone works both ways. If she wanted to talk, she could have messaged him.

  “Don’t you dare lie to me. Since when have you cared about my husband finding out? You said you were working and would text me later, but you didn’t. I don’t even know what I’m doing with you. I’m so fucking stupid. I’m just something you want when you can’t have me. I can’t believe I’ve been considering doing this with you.”

  “Considering? There’s nothing to consider. This is happening.”

  “No, it’s not. Let me go Brax.”

  “No,” he released her elbow, but pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.

  She pushed back against him, slapped his chest, tried her best to twist away. It was a futile act, but she wasn’t giving up.

  “Stop it,” he ordered, but she didn’t hear him. She was in a world of her own, fighting as hard as she could. “Annie stop!” he finally yelled and the sound of her name froze her in place. It was the first time he ever called her that. “Just stop,” he whispered and pulled her tighter to him, letting his head rest on top of hers while he indulged in the feel of her soft body. He could hold her forever. Even when she was pushing away, it always felt right. He knew she could feel it too; the way she finally relaxed, her arms finding their way around his mid section.

  “How could you even think you’re just something I want when I can’t have you? Look at me.” He tilted her chin up toward him. “I’ll always want you. You are everything to me. I haven’t even been able to breath without you. Do you know what it’s like? Wanting someone with all you have and every step of the way they are telling you no? I’m not an insecure guy, but you make me feel that way. I’m always the one texting you. Chasing you. All you do is turn me down. For once, just say yes. Stop fighting me. Just let this happen.” He ran a hand through her hair, letting it flow through his fingers. “Please baby. I’m trying. What else can I do? You want me to call you everyday, text you every hour? Fine. Done. Gladly. Nothing’s changed from before. You may have wanted it to, but we’re still the same. Me and you. We play by different rules. I told you from the start. No games B. You want something from me, all you have to do is say so. I will never push you away. Never deny you. You are all that matters.”

  He laid it all out, everything he felt and she made him wait what seemed like an hour for a response. Stood in his arms, resting her head on his chest and then finally looked up.

  “I love it when you call me B.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good. Then that’s what I’ll keep calling you. Anything else? Is that all you got out of my little speech? I mean it was a pretty good speech.”

  “There you go being conceited again,” she teased.

  “Not conceited, just confident.”

  They continued to stand in the large empty room, neither of them saying anything more. They didn’t have to. The silence said everything for them. There was no more anger, no more frustration. Only contentment. Something they rarely had.

  “Hey Brax.”

  “What?”

  “You promise no games? I can always tell you what I want?”

  “Always.”

  “Good. Then fucking kiss me already.”

  He smiled, teeth on full display. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Braxton leaned in and B pushed up on her tip toes, pressing her lips against his, holding nothing back. Their mouths opened in perfect synchrony and they danced their tongues around one another. She tasted amazing, like coffee and mint, which could only taste good on her. He felt her hands glide up and down his back and he followed suit, eventually making their way to her hips, gently nudging up her shirt so he could feel the soft skin beneath. This kiss was different than they’d shared before, it was sensual, loving.

  He let his hands caress her hips and then moved them to the small of her back, dipping beneath the top of her skirt.

  “I’ve missed you,” she said between kisses.

  “I missed you too. You feel so good.” He pushed his hand down lower, squeezing her supple cheek.

  “I want you Brax. God I want you so much.” She leaned her head back and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck, biting softly.

  “Want you too,” he effortlessly picked her up and her legs wrapped around. “Can’t wait any longer.”

  “Not here. My office.”

  “No.”

  “Someone might see,” she protested yet began kissing him again, moaning softly into his mouth.

  “Good. It’s hotter that way.”

  “Where?” she gave in.

  “Desk,” he said like it was a choice, but was already setting her down, the cold wood meeting her thighs.

  Braxton stood between her legs breathing heavy. This was it. He’d been waiting a month to be inside her again. He pulled his zipper down slow, loving the way she watched, mouth parted, panting to see him. Reaching in he pulled himself out, hard and ready. He wasn’t going to be able to last. He wanted this too much.

  Stepping in closer, he lifted her knees to his hips and she held them in place. Pre-cum graced the tip and he moved her panties aside, rubbing himself up and down between her folds, teasing her clit.

  “Please Brax,” she begged. “Please, I need you.” She reached a hand forward and guided him to her entrance. “Please,” she whispered once more and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He pushed in inch by inch. She was tighter than he remembered and she grimaced as he continued forward, stretching and filling her completely. “You feel so good,” he told her, pulling out and pushing back in. She grunted, half moan, half pain and he held still. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she shook her head, eyes still closed. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

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bsp; Braxton did as requested, moving slow, but deep. Could feel her muscles contract every time he hit her end.

  “Faster Brax. Harder.”

  “Open your eyes B.”

  Her hooded lids opened ever so slightly.

  “I want you to watch. Look at us,” he motioned down to where their bodies were joined. “Look how perfect we fit together.” He let the full length of his cock slide in and out of her, pulling back to the tip and then pushing all the way in again. “You see how beautiful your pussy is? Like it was made for me.”

  Grasping for her hand he brought it down to touch herself, guided her fingers over the little bud of nerves and then down to his dick so she could feel her slickness as he continued to fuck her.

  B watched intently, licking her lips like she wished it were her tongue instead of her fingers.

  “I want you to rub yourself. I want you to cum to the image of my dick inside you.”

  He started the act for her. Moved her fingers back to her nub and circled them around, timed to his thrusts. He let go and she continued on her own. As she moved faster so did he, hammering into her. He felt her tighten even more, knew she was close and kept up his speed. “I love you B. I love you so fucking much.”

  “Fuck. I love you too. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

  She exploded around him, an inaudible moan escaping her lips as she leaned her head back, her body milking his cock as he continued to pound. Bending forward he pulled her closer and claimed her mouth, kissing her sloppy and frantic. He used her ass to leverage one final deep thrust and came undone.