Prisoned: A Dark Twisted Erotic Standalone

by Marni Mann

  “Why?”

  “It hurts too much.”

  His hands were on my arms, so I rolled my shoulders to wiggle out of his grip. It didn’t work. He only clamped down tighter.

  “Tell me why it hurts.” I didn’t answer, so he lifted my chin until I looked him in the eyes. “Tell me.”

  “Because I wish I could rewind the past. I wish things had gone down differently. I wish we’d never lost Paulie, and things hadn’t changed between the three of us. And…” I was telling him the obvious. What I wasn’t telling him was my feelings. There was no reason to hide them anymore. “I cared about you so much. More than you’re supposed to care about your best friend. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to give you everything. My heart, my body. All of me. And I threw it all away—our relationship, moving with you, caring for you.”

  My lips were soaked from the tears that I didn’t know had been falling. I tried to move again, but he stopped me. He wasn’t going to let me go until I got it all out even though there was so much that would never come out.

  “When you kissed me at the bar, all of those memories resurfaced, and the guilt slapped me right in the face.”

  His bruised eyelids narrowed. His mouth stayed still. His expression hadn’t changed at all. I didn’t know if I had scared him or given him the answer he’d wanted to hear. The unknown was as terrifying as what was waiting for me outside this cell.

  But there was more. The biggest part of all this was resting on my tongue. He had to hear it. He had to know. It was the most honest I would ever be with him.

  “I’ve loved you since I was a kid,” I said. “And I still do.”

  Fourteen

  Kyle

  I waited for him to speak; he said nothing. I waited for him to step toward me; he didn’t. I waited for his face to give me some sort of reaction; it remained still.

  Seconds passed. Then, suddenly, my body was pressed against his. I didn’t feel the movement. I didn’t see the room flash before me. I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath. But, now, I was resting on the far wall of the cell, our mouths locked, his tongue swirling around mine.

  The air I inhaled smelled of him. The saliva that ran down my throat tasted of him. That was the way I wanted it. The way I’d always wanted it.

  When he lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He held my face, so I couldn’t move, and he devoured my mouth as though it were the only thing he’d eaten in days.

  I wanted to be devoured.

  I wanted to devour him.

  I reached for his cheeks but stopped before I got too close.

  As though he could sense it, he pulled his lips away. “Touch me.”

  I glanced over the spots that had been tortured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “But—”

  “You won’t,” he repeated. “The only thing that will hurt is not having your hands on me.”

  As our connection deepened, it felt as though our thoughts had mixed in the air, our pasts hanging above us and our fears hanging below. We weren’t in this cell. He didn’t have bruises and cuts and scabs. We didn’t have memories of Breath and Beard. Our mouths didn’t taste of plastic.

  It was just us.

  Our needs.

  Our wants.

  It was a moment I had been waiting for most of my life, and it was finally here.

  And it was either the start of something monumental that would change me permanently, or it was the terrifying conclusion of our story.

  I pressed my hand gently against his cheek, brushing my thumb across his coarse whiskers. He closed his eyes and nibbled the side of my palm. That minimal movement, that simple bit of affection, seemed to give him whatever he needed.

  But it was softness that I needed.

  The softness was gone the second his lips touched mine again. He used his weight to hold me against the wall, and he lifted my tank top over my head. He unclasped my bra with one hand. Then, he moved me over to our bed and laid me on it. Before I had time to even take a breath, he had my pants unbuttoned and swept them off my legs. The cold air hit my naked skin, but before I could even shiver, he’d thrown a blanket over me.

  “If we weren’t in here, I never would have covered you.” He looked at me as though he could see through the blanket because no man would ever look at a piece of wool with that much hunger in his eyes.

  “Why not?”

  Maybe it was the anticipation of him touching me or the dampness in our cell, but I felt something tingle across my neck and over my face.

  Kyle.

  “I want you naked when you’re around me, and I want nothing between us, except air.”

  “How about when I need…” My voice trailed off the second he started unbuttoning his shirt.

  There was something about Garin’s skin that was unlike any other man’s. Even in the dim light, it looked so shiny and smooth. So overly masculine. Every piece of hair, every freckle, every pore was outrageously sexy.

  “When you need to do what?”

  My eyes followed his fingers as they worked their way through each button, and he eventually dropped his shirt on the floor.

  “I don’t remember what I was going to say.”

  His shoes came off next and then his pants until he was left in just his boxer briefs. I was willing those off with my stare.

  “Garin, waiting for you is almost painful.”

  I suddenly found myself wrapped in his arms, his face inches from mine, his body pressed on top of me.

  His hand was circling my throat, squeezing. “Now, you know what it feels like. That pain. That torture.”

  “I didn’t do it to hurt you,” I said.

  I did it to hurt me.

  As his gaze moved back and forth between my eyes, I could practically taste his tongue. He knew how much I wanted it, and I could feel how much he wanted me. His erection rubbed along my pussy. Every time I shifted my hips to cause more friction, he stilled me.

  He nipped my bottom lip, and when he tried to pull away, I wrapped a leg around his waist.

  “Don’t leave. Stay right here, and give me what I want.”

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  He was going to make me pay for running away from him. I should have expected that, but maybe if I begged hard enough, he would change his mind.

  “I’m hurting enough already. Please, Garin, I want you.”

  A line appeared between his brow, and his gaze intensified. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for more than half of my life. Do you know what that kind of want does to you after a while?” There was a grittiness to his voice, and it made me shiver. “It makes you crazy. Violent. Needy to the point where you can’t control your roughness.” Each description came with a slight shift of his hips, the crown of his dick rubbing over my clit. “If my cock slides inside you, it’s going to hurt you, Kyle. It’s going to fuck you so hard, you’ll bleed. It’s going to pound you until the walls of your pussy are completely raw. Until I’ve come inside you so many times, I’ve completely filled your cunt.” He grabbed my cheeks, the pads of his fingers digging into my skin. “Think about this before you beg me to stay.”

  It was a warning.

  And it was as sexy as foreplay, as his tongue flicking my clit. Wetness dripped down my inner thighs, spreading every time I rubbed them together. My pussy clenched as I thought about him being inside me.

  “I’m not scared.”

  I gasped when I felt his hand move between my legs and push them apart. He didn’t ease his way in. He didn’t tease my hole or rub my clit. He slid two fingers inside and thrust them in and out.

  “You should be.”

  “Ahh,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders, surprised at how quickly my orgasm was building. “I want it rough, Garin.”

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop…even if you want me to.”

  Another warning. One that should have filled me with fear. It did just the opposite. Someone who cou
ld make me feel this good with just his fingers would only make me feel better when he finally gave me his dick.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  He took my lip between his teeth and bit down. It was hard enough to draw blood. While he held my mouth hostage, he growled.

  “More,” I begged, my voice muffled since he still had ahold of my lip.

  He pressed his beard against my chin, roughing up the sensitive skin. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

  “How—” I was cut off when his face disappeared down my body.

  His fingers continued to plunge in and out of me, his mouth immediately diving onto my clit. In one long sweep, his tongue flattened against me, giving my clit the friction and heat and wetness it desired. When he reached the top, he flicked it with just the tip of his tongue.

  “Garin!” I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders, barely able to stop my legs from thrashing, my head from grinding into the scratchy wool.

  “This tastes so fucking good.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and released it. “I need to feel you on my tongue, Kyle. Your quivering and bucking, your cunt tightening around my fingers. Give it to me.”

  My legs spread more as his fingers hammered into me, his tongue licking just the right spot. My eyes closed, and my stomach tightened as I let the build ride on.

  “Your clit is getting so fucking hard. You’re close. I want it.”

  Kyle.

  “It’s yours,” I moaned, knowing it was only going to take a few more seconds.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m…”

  “TELL ME.”

  “I’m going to—ah!” I shouted as his tongue left me, his fingers pulling out. I was almost at the peak, and then the feeling was…gone.

  “I told you that you’d regret asking for more.”

  I leaned up so that I could see his face. “You’re punishing me?”

  “I’m taking what I want, and that’s bringing you so close to the edge until I can feel you almost start to fall.”

  “Like I said…you’re punishing me.”

  He glanced down at my pussy, a ravenous hunger spreading through his eyes before they met mine again. “Call it what you want.”

  “And what about what I—oh God.”

  He was licking me again. As he stared at me through his lashes, his tongue swept from side to side, his fingers driving into me. And there was that deliciously intense build. It returned as quickly as it had left, forcing my back to the floor, my hands pinching the blanket. It felt as though his tongue were vibrating on my clit. As though his fingers were filling me as thickly and as wildly as his dick would be.

  Maybe if I didn’t warn him, he wouldn’t know. Maybe if I tried to quiet my moaning, I’d slip an orgasm through. Maybe…

  “Mmm,” he growled. “So close…I can feel it on my tongue.” He stopped, pulling out of me completely. The only thing that hit me was his exhale.

  I clawed at the blanket, rocking my hips toward him, waiting for his mouth to return. When he still didn’t touch me, I begged, “Garin, give it to me.”

  I can’t take this.

  Breathe, Kyle.

  “My tongue…” He gave me just a quick flick, right at the top, the spot that desired the most friction.

  Then, there was air, bursts of it, stimulating my clit. My body clung to it, searching for the build.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “More.”

  “Haven’t you learned your lesson about asking for more?”

  I leaned up again, bearing my weight down on my forearms, staring through the V between my legs. It was then that I saw the look in his eyes. A look that needed more explanation. “I don’t think you’re trying to tease me. So, what are you doing to me?”

  “I’m making sure your body is ready.”

  I wouldn’t accept his warning, so he was prepping me for the punishment his dick was about to give me. Building me with need, with desire, with so much passion that it would hurt less.

  He was protecting me…even when it came to sex.

  This man…I would never be able to get enough of him.

  “You are…” I paused as his tongue found me again.

  “Yes?” His lids turned hooded, his fingers sliding into my snugness.

  “Incredible.”

  “And?”

  “Garin, ahh.”

  His speed had picked up. His tongue used much more pressure. He had sucked my clit into his mouth and was grinding his tongue against the end of it. My hips bucked as I neared that place again.

  “Your mouth,” I panted, “is dangerously good at this.”

  I tilted my head back and stared at the light above us. It hummed each time it flickered. And each flicker matched the movement of his tongue. I didn’t know if he was going to let me come, but I couldn’t hide what was happening inside my body. I couldn’t mute my moans. I couldn’t keep my legs still or my nails from stabbing whatever they came into contact with.

  “You want to come?”

  The sound of him brought me back to the moment and out of this fog of pleasure he had put me in.

  “Yes,” I cried.

  He lifted my hips and wrapped his hands around my thighs, and in one swift movement, he was inside me.

  “Oh!” I screamed.

  He gave me everything I had asked for. Every beautiful inch. Every dominating blast of power. Every bit of wetness that he had created was now coating him as he slammed in and out of me. My breath…it was gone. Stolen. Replaced with his hardness.

  “Fuck,” he roared. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet.” He circled his hips to put pressure on my clit at the same time. “Come on me.”

  The earlier warning hadn’t been a joke. This man had a kind of strength that I hadn’t ever experienced before, and my pussy certainly wasn’t used to his size. But in between the pain was a pleasure so fierce that it took ahold of me and drove me toward the edge. He showed no restraint, no forgiveness, no mercy, as he relentlessly pumped the orgasm out of me. I was screaming and moaning—more of one than the other, but I wasn’t sure which.

  “Ahh!” I shouted, my body reaching the peak. This time, I was increasingly more sensitive from all the teasing he’d done with his tongue.

  “Give it to me, Kyle.”

  Kyle.

  “Give me what I want.”

  What I want is…

  “Oh my God!” I yelled.

  With each stroke, each churn of his hips, my body convulsed around him. Spasms shot through my stomach. Tingles ricocheted through my breasts. His thumb rubbed my clit, which kept the orgasm coursing through me. Every second that passed, my shouts got louder, my nails dug in harder.

  “Again!” he commanded before I had even come down. “I want your cunt milking my fucking cock.”

  As our mouths touched, I was breathless, unable to imagine how I would fulfill his demand when I had barely recovered from the last one. But as he drove his dick into me, still using a speed and roughness that I’d never thought I would enjoy, I was reminded of how quickly I was able to get there.

  My shoulders burned from the wool, the back of my head ached from the hard floor, my legs shook from the strain it took to keep them clung around his waist. Yet I was there. Again. Not just from what he was doing to my body, but also from his scent in my nose, his taste on my tongue, the feel of his skin pressed against mine. He overwhelmed each of my senses.

  Just as that familiar build began to resurface, he moved me. I was suddenly on top, straddling his waist, while he leaned his back against the wall.

  “Another second on top, and I’m afraid I would have ripped you in half.” He gripped my hips and pushed them forward and back. “Ride me.”

  So, he had been using restraint. I couldn’t imagine what full power would have felt like.

  In this position, I could take as much of his cock as I wanted. I was finally in control. I lifted all the way to the top, teasing his crown around my hole. He groaned, as though he missed my
wetness, causing me to drop back down on his shaft and slowly rise again.

  When I felt that twinge of build, sparking at the very lower part of my stomach, I kept his dick buried in me and rocked my hips back and forth. He was so long that his tip reached that extra-sensitive spot inside. Not just reached it. He caressed it over and over, like it was his flicking tongue.

  “This body…” His hands were everywhere, squeezing my nipples, rubbing my clit, gripping the side of my cheek. His fingers moved fast, making sure their presence was known, striking the smallest bit of pain before rubbing it out. “How did you keep it away from me for so long?”

  There was no way I could answer that question. So, I flattened my palms against his chest, arched my back, and got lost in the movement. The muscles in his chest tightened, and it caused me to tilt my head forward and look at him.

  “You’re milking my cock.”

  “I’m close.”

  His abs contracted, rippling down his stomach, and my fingers followed their trail. The lightest coating of sweat mixed in with the dark hairs. I lifted my hand to my mouth, so I could have his salty taste on my tongue.

  His thumb was back on my clit, rubbing circles over the small bead, while his parted lips and hooded eyes took me in. “Fuck, Kyle. You’re tightening more.”

  “Garin…”

  “I know…” he hissed. “You’re dripping over my cock, and it’s begging for my cum.”

  I moaned so loud that I feared Beard would come in. But, even if he did, there was no way I could stop. Not at this point. I was too far gone to care if he dragged me off Garin’s dick and put me on that freezing chair with Breath’s nasty tongue on my face.

  Some things were worth the punishment. Garin was one.

  He angled his hips upward, which gave me even more access to him. I took it all—the rubbing of his thumb and the fullness of his wide, thick cock—and I let my body work through that familiar tingle.

  “Even tighter,” he moaned. “Suck it right out of me, baby.”

  I crashed my lips against his. I wanted to feel those filthy words vibrate across my mouth. Then, I tightened one last time, knowing this was the final second I’d be able to hold it in. Garin’s sounds told me he felt it. He clamped his hands on my waist and completely took over the movements. Keeping me on top, my fingers holding his shoulders for leverage, he rocked into me as hard as he could. In and out.