Animal: A Prisoned Spinoff Standalone

by Marni Mann

  When the stripper returned, she handed each of us a shot glass that smelled like it was filled with vodka.

  “To going out,” I said.

  “And to having the time of our lives,” Layla added.

  The three of us put the glasses to our lips, tilted our heads back, and swallowed.

  I’d expected them to take me to a club where we’d sit at a table and get drunk, and then I’d watch the girls dance, providing hours of teasing before they finally played with my cock. But the Expedition that they’d hired for the night pulled up to the strip club where I’d met them.

  We walked through the entrance and passed the different stages before finally leaving the main room. Lefty had sucked my cock in all the private suites in the back, but that wasn’t where we were headed. The stripper held one of my hands and one of Layla’s, and she led us up a set of stairs. When we reached the top, she moved us down a hallway and stopped outside the door at the end. Once we got through it, I saw a bed was on the other side of the room, and near me was a pole on top of a small circular stage. The lighting in here was dim and sexy, and everything was black and red.

  The coke was working its way through my body, and all I wanted to do was fuck.

  Layla sat me in a chair in front of the bed, and the stripper went over to the pole. She slipped out of her dress, wearing just her heels, bra, and thong. She clung her hands to the metal and twirled around it.

  I heard Layla behind me, but I was too mesmerized by the stripper to turn around. I didn’t know where the red lights had come from, but they were spreading over her skin. And, as she climbed onto the pole and spun around it, she left more red, more blue, and more green behind her.

  “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Layla’s arms pressed across my neck.

  I yanked them off me and pulled her to my front. Her lips were moving, but she wasn’t saying anything.

  “I’ve been on coke many fucking times, and shit never changed colors before. Did you cut that blow with something that’s making me trip?”

  “No, baby.” She straddled my lap and licked over my lips. Hers were a bright fiery orange, and her kiss felt like heat.

  I opened my mouth wider to feel more of it, allowing her to get in deeper. When they stopped touching me, they turned a lighter shade.

  “She put Molly in our vodka shots. We thought we’d surprise you.”

  “You’re on it, too?” I glanced over Layla’s shoulder to check out the stripper. She was upside down on the pole, her legs folded like a fucking pretzel as she slid to the bottom of it.

  “We both are,” she said, grinding over my cock. “Haven’t you fucked on Molly before?”

  “Nah.” I’d done E but not the liquid form, and I hadn’t fucked while I was high. But, now, my dick was so goddamn hard, I couldn’t wait for her lips to be around it. “I can already tell how much I’m going to like it.”

  “Baby, you have no idea what you’re in for.” She turned around and wiggled out of her dress, leaving her panties on. Then, she rested her back over my chest and put my hands on her tits.

  Jesus, they felt as soft as whipped cream, and the friction made my palms feel like they were pools of water. Each time I circled her nipples, I’d shiver and rock my hips forward, shoving my dick against her ass.

  “Just think”—she groaned—“if you were here all the time, this could be yours every day.” She was matching my strokes, pressing her ass over my cock.

  “I get it now, Layla, whenever I want it.”

  She tilted her head, so her mouth was close to my ear, and she moaned. “But you could have it so much more than you do now. Both of us, all the time.” Each exhale ended in the sexiest whine. “Think about how hot that is. Two women who are hungry for your cock, willing to do whatever you want. You just have to spend a little more time in Miami or let us come visit that place where you always disappear to.”

  I took her earlobe into my mouth and chewed on the end. My teeth had such a desire to clench, and I didn’t give a shit how hard I was biting down. “You get enough of me.”

  “No, baby. We’re a bunch of needy bitches. When we want our man, we want him now. Don’t you get that?”

  I tilted her head, so I could bite her cheek. It didn’t taste as good as her ear, but it still satisfied my craving. “Your man?”

  “Yes,” she grunted, the first sign that I was hurting her. “We’ve marked your body with our teeth and our nails. You’re ours now. But don’t worry; we’ll share you if we need to. We just want to make sure we get you first.”

  When I laughed, it tickled my throat and felt so goddamn good.

  Thank fuck she wasn’t trying to claim me. That, I couldn’t handle. But knowing I had two cunts to come home to did make me want to leave Venezuela more often than I had been.

  “And, like I said, we want to come visit you.”

  It was the second time she had said that tonight.

  Two times too many.

  I moved my hand up to her throat and squeezed. It felt like her skin was licking my fingers, and it made my dick even harder. But it wasn’t just the feeling I enjoyed. I also liked sensing her struggle, the scream that was building in her throat. I didn’t use all my strength, just enough for her to get a taste of what I was capable of. She started to panic. Her fingers went to mine, and she tried to pry them off her.

  I wouldn’t budge. But I dropped my lips to her ear and said, “You will get what I give you and nothing more. Do you understand me?” She couldn’t speak, as I was holding her too tightly. “Nod your head if you understand.”

  She nodded, and I saw the fear in her eyes, the quivering in her lips. Both turned me on so much. I slid her panties aside and felt her cunt. It was so fucking wet. A war was raging inside her head; part of her wanted me more now, and part of her was scared as shit. I bet she didn’t know whether to scream or moan.

  I liked that.

  And I wanted to hear both.

  Because I was cutting off so much of her air, I released her throat and lifted her up. I wrapped her legs around my waist, and she gasped, trying to get her breathing under control. She didn’t fight me when I chewed on a nipple, didn’t ask me to put her down. She just slowly calmed and ran her nails over my bald head as I took a look at the bed. At the end of the mattress were a strap-on, a few other toys that I assumed vibrated, some condoms, and a bottle of lube. There was plenty of fucking spit in this mouth, so no one in this room would ever need what was in that bottle.

  “Get on the bed,” I told her. “Call her over here, so she can put on that strap-on and fuck your ass with it.” I pulled her hair, so her head went back, exposing her whole neck. “I’m going to make you bleed tonight, Layla. That’s how badly I want to be inside you.”

  “Yesss.”

  That was the first thing she had said since I briefly strangled her, and it was the answer I’d wanted to hear. I set her on her feet and slapped her ass so hard, she lost her balance and almost tripped while going toward the bed.

  When she reached the mattress, she took off her panties, leaving on her heels, and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and said to the stripper, “Come fuck me, baby.”

  The stripper came across the room, slipped her legs through the leather harness of the strap-on, and tied the belt across her waist. The purple dildo sprang out toward Layla’s ass. It wasn’t as big as my cock, not as wide or as long, but it would get that hole ready for me.

  “Fuck her,” I barked at the stripper. She reached for the lube, and I stopped her. “Make Layla suck it.”

  Layla turned around, her lips molding over the silicone, deep-throating it, coating it in her spit. After only a few bobs, the stripper pulled back and slowly entered her. I was so fucking high, I could feel her pussy through my jeans, through my boxers, through my skin. It felt like I was dipping half of myself into that hole, and it was squeezing me all the way down to my feet even though I wasn’t anywhere near it.

  But I needed to be. I need
ed to be inside it.

  I dropped my jeans to the floor. Then, I took one of the condoms and rolled it over me. I moved behind the stripper. Her thong covered her crack, so I shifted it to the side and briefly rubbed her hole before I shoved my dick into it.

  I could have come right then.

  It was tighter than I’d remembered. Wetter. And I could be as rough as I wanted with her—and I was, using her hips as leverage, so I could pummel into her. She screamed after each pump, having just enough time to take a breath before the sound returned. It made me move faster. It made me reach a deeper spot. It made me want to take her lips and press them right against my ear, so I could hear even more of that noise.

  “Harder,” the stripper hissed, breaking the scream.

  Jesus, these fucking women. So needy, so demanding. Not nearly submissive enough.

  “Get out of the way!” I shouted at her, removing my cock so that I could put it in Layla’s ass.

  The stripper followed my order and gave me full access, watching as I entered Layla.

  “Fuck her hard,” the stripper yelled.

  I didn’t hold back. I didn’t let Layla get used to my size. With the combination of the Molly and coke and my cock getting milked, it all felt so fucking good. I wanted to come. But I couldn’t, not until she screamed.

  The stripper moved to my side, her strap-on rubbing against my thigh.

  I couldn’t concentrate. So, I grabbed it and yelled, “Get it away from me before I rip it off you!”

  “Where do you want it?”

  I knew she was probably hoping I would say my ass, but that wasn’t my thing, no matter how high I was.

  I pulled Layla’s hair, so her head moved back until my lips were close to her ear. “Give her your pussy.”

  “While you’re in my—”

  “Yes,” I snapped, cutting her off. These girls loved to talk back. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”

  I directed the stripper underneath Layla and guided Layla’s pussy on top of the strap-on. She slowly rose over the tip and dropped down over it. When she lifted again, I gripped her hips and fucking laid into her ass.

  I didn’t show any mercy.

  These drugs were making me feel better by the second, and now, I wanted this tight hole to suck all the cum out of me.

  Within a few strokes, she screamed. The mix of pain and satisfaction was so goddamn perfect.

  And it was just enough to send me over that edge.

  “Layla, come right now,” I said, feeling the cum load through my balls and shoot out the end of my cock.

  I barely had to move. She did all the work for me, rocking her hips, sucking it right out of me, while she screamed through her own orgasm.

  The feeling was more intense than it had ever been. It wasn’t just in my cock and stomach. This shit spread through my whole body, making each of my limbs tingle before they all turned numb.

  I slid my dick out and squeezed the condom off, letting it drop to the floor. Layla moved off the stripper and sat on the bed. The stripper was on her back, fake cock sticking in the air, her face all red and full of tension. We needed to change that color to pink.

  “Eat her,” I told Layla. “Fast and hard until she comes.”

  “And you?” she asked.

  That fucking mouth.

  I gripped her face between my hands. It felt like her cheeks were sucking on me, turning me the same purple as her skin. “By the time you’re done, I’m going to be inside your ass again, but this time”—I licked her lips to get them ready to eat—“you’re going to get on top and ride the hell out of me. And, when you become sore and dry, I’m going to fill you with spit and keep on fucking you.”

  Tyler

  Three Years Ago

  Love was a feeling I’d never felt before. I didn’t know its symptoms, its side effects. I didn’t know the depth it could reach, how it could trigger so many other emotions, how it influenced all my decisions. But it had done just that, and the stronger it grew—something I hadn’t known was possible either—the more it consumed of me.

  Jae was responsible for all of it.

  While my connection to him deepened, so did my hatred toward The Achurdy. I felt anger every night when I returned from The Auction, after every meeting I had with Mina, after every glance at my bank account.

  I resented the money, something I never thought was possible, and I wanted to give it all away just to get closer to him.

  As the months had passed, Jae’s offer to protect me became much more enticing. But once that thought entered, as it lingered, as I considered what that would truly mean and how we would have to live our lives, I’d push the possibility right out of my mind. Taking his help would be putting myself first, not him, and I cared about him too much to do that.

  So, I accepted what I had, which seemed so little—a phone call a few times a day, texts, a monthly visit, stories about his friends and family even though I could never meet them—and I learned how to manage this double life.

  I lied to Wynter and the girls every time I smiled at them. I pretended to give a shit when one of them was talking, when I was in a meeting with Mina, when I was complimenting Nix on his art, when one of the deer was flirting with me, when I was manipulating my marks, when I was trying to get them to bid higher.

  I was fake through all of it.

  And I’d hardened.

  Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the person who stared back. She was hollow, miserable, full of fury and resentment. Even her eyes had darkened, ironically to the color of Jae’s, where the blue had started to disappear, showing more of the black. If I was in there, I couldn’t feel it.

  The only time I felt any resemblance of myself was when I was with him. I hadn’t expected him to notice what was happening inside me. I was so used to hiding it that it came so easy to me now.

  But, when he said, “You’ve changed,” during one of our dates, I knew he could see right through my mask.

  We were sitting on his couch, a cheeseburger and fries and a few beers in our bellies. I was cuddled into his chest as we stared at the fireplace, the gas flames dancing through the wooden logs.

  Those two words hit the top of my head, his breath staying right there as well, keeping my skull unusually warm.

  “What do you mean?”

  He took several breaths before he said, “You’re just different than when I first met you.” He rubbed his wide hand over the center of my back, making sure I didn’t try to get up. “You were so emotional back then. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that side of you or since I’ve felt that fear.”

  He was right.

  And I believed that was due to the hardening.

  It wasn’t that I wanted to get caught. I didn’t at all, and I still had no idea what would happen to me if Mina found out. Since Sadie, another girl had been fired from The Achurdy. Just like last time, Mina had called me into her office, told me the girl had broken a rule, and asked if I knew anything about it. I hadn’t known a thing. I hadn’t been close to this girl either. And, after that morning, no one saw her again.

  I just knew that what Jae and I had wouldn’t last forever. The Achurdy was bigger than both of us. Inevitably, it would cause things to end between us—whether that was from Mina finding out or me not wanting to put him at risk anymore or the little we had becoming too painful or Jae being the one to pull away. We were on a countdown, and I was afraid those numbers were getting lower.

  I leaned up, so he could see my face. “I’m emotional when it comes to you.”

  His stare reached all the way inside my body. “You don’t have to go there, Tyler.”

  It had been a year since we started hanging out, and we hadn’t really voiced our feelings. Not in front of the other person anyway. There had been plenty of times when I cried so hard in the shower, the hot water was long gone, and the only thing warm on my body were the tears that streaked my face. Just because he hadn’t told me how h
e felt didn’t mean I couldn’t feel his emotions. I felt them all the time. His patience alone told me how much he cared. So did every time he picked up my call after only the first ring, when he immediately returned one of my texts, when he was always waiting for me at the bar when I got there. Those actions weren’t out of kindness. They were because he felt the same way as me.

  “I do have to go there.” I was so careful about our dates, but still, I knew, at any moment, Mina could put an end to them. I had to make sure he knew how I felt in case that ever happened. “I cry for you, Jae. For what we can’t have. For what I want. I just keep those tears inside, and I don’t let them shed when I’m with you.”

  His mouth touched mine. It was a small kiss that was so gentle. So caring. And it only lasted a second.

  But I wasn’t done.

  I lifted my head a little more and took all my weight off his body. “When I met you, I couldn’t see past my limitations. It was like I was bound to a wheelchair, and all I wanted was to run. Somehow, we’ve made this work. That’s because of you. You’ve never pushed me for more than I am capable of. You accept what I give you, and in return, you make me feel like I’ve handed you the world. I know you want more. But that’s because I know you, not because you’ve ever made me feel that way.”

  He held my face and moved his lips close to mine. I was so used to his grip, it didn’t surprise me anymore. I loved the firmness of it. The way it demanded my attention.

  “You’re more than enough, Tyler. You’re the only person I want. The only one I need. I’ll take whatever you give me, and that will never change.”

  I believed him.

  And, while I held his eyes, my stare moving between them, I felt the words on my tongue. I felt my lips part. I heard myself speak, “I love you.”

  I expected there to be relief. I’d been feeling that way for so long, I thought there would be a lightness in my chest when I finally said it. But there wasn’t because I knew it could never go beyond those words. It could never be what I truly wanted.