Prisoned Series Box Set

by Marni Mann

  “Go touch her.” I nodded toward Layla. “Make her feel good—but only from the waist up. Everything below that line is mine.”

  “You got it.”

  She crawled up the bed, the same way Layla had, and showed me what I was going to get to fuck. Her finger ran around the rim of that puckered hole, teasing my cock, making the wait almost painful. It looked so goddamn hot, and soon, it would be so slick that it would milk the cum right out of me.

  She turned when she reached Layla, ending the tease, and the two of them kissed. Hands gripped chunks of hair, tits were caressed, and all I heard were moans.

  They were busy, so it was time for me to eat.

  I knelt on the bottom of the mattress, slid my arms under Layla’s thighs, and put my mouth on her pussy. Once I got a taste of her, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t even take a breath. Motherfucker, her island scent was down here, too. And it was the flavor I’d been dreaming about.

  “Oh my God!” she shouted.

  I didn’t bother taking my time—blowing on her clit or only giving her the tip of my tongue. With how long I’d wanted this pussy, that would have only tortured me.

  Instead, I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down her clit, making sure her lips stayed apart so that I could cover both sides.

  When her hips started to buck, I gave her two fingers. She was so wet, they slipped right in, and I curved my hand up to reach that sensitive spot.

  “Right there,” she hissed.

  I smiled because she didn’t have to tell me. I didn’t have the same touch as the stripper, but I knew just as much about Layla’s body.

  Fuck, I bet I knew more.

  I pushed my tongue down a little harder, moving it faster, giving her the pressure she needed.

  “Yesss, Beard.”

  As I looked up, the stripper was licking Layla’s tits.

  She was feeling both mouths, both tongues.

  It was time to show her why mine was so different.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it between my teeth, flicking just the end. Then, I brought some of the wetness down to her ass and spread it all around her hole. Once it was lubed up, I stuck a finger inside. Her hips rocked back and forth, meeting me when I pushed in.

  She was clenching, which told me how close she was, and moaning louder than I’d ever heard her, but she wasn’t screaming yet.

  I wanted her to scream.

  With one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, I pumped my fucking hand.

  Her voice got louder, just like I’d wanted it to.

  I bit down a little more, squeezing my lips around her clit before lapping it with my tongue.

  “Oh my God, that beard of yours.” She gasped. “It feels so good on my pussy.”

  She tightened more, her hips now really rocking, and I knew she was even closer to coming. I kept my eyes on her navel and increased my speed.

  “So good,” Layla moaned again. “Don’t stop, Beard.” She ran her fingers through the stripper’s hair. “Bite me harder, baby.”

  I watched the stripper use more of her teeth, and I did the same on Layla’s clit. I switched off between flicking and sucking, doing both so roughly, mixing the sensations. I knew she was feeling good when she rode my hand, taking in the length of my fingers and pulling back to their tips before driving them in again.

  And then it happened.

  Not just the orgasm that I watched rip through her.

  But also the scream.

  Oh, that scream.

  It was so fucking perfect.

  So was the cum that dripped from her and the way she bucked.

  She took her time coming down, her stomach eventually stilling, her voice turning quiet. That was when I pulled my mouth off her, and the stripper released her nipple.

  Both girls looked at me, Layla a little more satiated than the stripper.

  “I want you,” the stripper said, “in my ass.”

  “Mmm,” Layla groaned.

  “And where do you want me, Layla?”

  She seemed to think about that question. Then, she ran a finger over her clit and stuck it out for me to suck. “Here. In my pussy.”

  I ate the wetness off it, licking the length to make sure I got it all.

  When I pulled away, the stripper crawled over and stuck her tongue out. “Let me taste her.”

  I leaned my face down, and she ran her tongue across my beard and sucked my lips. It was so goddamn hot.

  “I need you,” she moaned against my mouth. “Make me come, baby.”

  I looked down at her parted lips and could almost feel my cock between them. Then, I checked out Layla’s and felt the same.

  Jesus, there were so many options.

  Twenty-One

  Tyler

  Four Years and Six Months Ago

  Jae still sat so close, inches away in the seat next to mine, and continued staring at me. He wanted to know the cause of my panic attack. I couldn’t tell him, and I certainly couldn’t mention The Achurdy.

  I didn’t even know this guy. Didn’t know his last name. Didn’t know anything besides that he liked his meat rare, his cheese sharp, and the same condiments as me. And I knew his loft was so much nicer than I’d ever expected a guy’s place to be.

  Yet his hand was on my cheek, his thumb rubbing around my mouth, and I didn’t want this stranger to stop touching me. I wanted to beg him to keep doing it. There was something about the strength and warmth in his fingers that gave me a sense of calm. Fullness. Anticipation even. And I thought about what it would feel like to have his hand on the rest of my body.

  I wished he could tell me I had a choice.

  I wished someone would.

  But there was no one.

  “Tyler, you’re afraid because you’re not sure if you can trust me. You can. I promise you that.”

  I shook my head, and his fingers fell from my face. I immediately regretted the movement.

  “You don’t believe me,” he said.

  I waited for his hand to return. It didn’t.

  “It doesn’t matter if I believe you or not. I can’t tell you anything. I can’t even be here right now. In fact, I’m not here. I’m…”

  He must have thought I was a head case. First, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to leave with him, and then I had freaked out on his couch and couldn’t breathe. Now, I wasn’t making any sense. But what I had said made perfect sense to me because, if I told myself I wasn’t here, it would make this affair feel a little more tolerable. If I could only convince myself that I’d never seen his sexy face, never felt his incredible strength, never experienced the tingle in my body that his presence had caused, I just might be able to forget this whole night had ever happened.

  If I had extra powder, I would drug myself. But Mina kept a close inventory of how much she gave out and the amount we used.

  I could do it without the drug.

  I had to.

  Because, if not, I would wake up in the morning and yearn for him. Jae would become the man I thought of when I went to bed, when I woke up, when I was with a mark but should be with him.

  The one I had to let go of before anything even started because of my relationship with The Achurdy.

  I would have to live with that.

  But, if things went any further, if his lips touched mine, would I be able to stop him?

  I didn’t think I could.

  I had to get my shit together, so I could sort out all of these thoughts and come up with a plan.

  “Can I use your bathroom?” I asked.

  He still stared, never blinking, his face completely expressionless. His silence was enough. It told me he was disappointed that I hadn’t given away a single hint, I hadn’t told him my reasoning, I hadn’t told him anything more about me.

  He pointed toward a room right off the kitchen, and I got up and locked the door behind me. There was only a toilet and sink in here. No medicine cabinet. No closet. No hidden bottle of booze or an extra Xanax hanging
around. Not sure it would be appropriate if I took either at this point, but I just wanted something to ease the feelings that churned inside me.

  I turned on the faucet and stuck my hands underneath the cool stream, letting the water wash the sweat away. Then, I cupped some in my palms and brought it up to my face, touching it to my cheeks. My skin was burning. My chest felt like it was going to explode. My breathing had returned, but it wasn’t back to normal. There was still a heaviness in my lungs that didn’t allow all the air to pass through. I didn’t know how to make it go away. I didn’t know how to make any of this feel better.

  But that didn’t mean I could stay in here all night. I was already taking far too long in the bathroom, and I didn’t want him to come check on me. So, with nothing resolved, I turned the water off and walked out, my feet feeling weighty. I was more of a mess than I’d thought.

  Jae stood behind the metal island in the kitchen. An empty beer bottle was by the sink, and another one was in his hand. He was looking at me. It was the kind of stare I would never forget. A dangerous one. One that was so intense, I felt it all the way in my toes.

  In a world where The Achurdy didn’t control me, I would return his hungry glare. I would walk over to the metal counter and straddle it, naked, begging him to touch and kiss every part of me.

  It had been so long since a man did that with the kind of passion I thought Jae was capable of. Those deer, they were such selfish bastards. But, if I allowed Jae to graze my skin with even the roughest part of his hand, I knew it would be the end of me.

  That was what my life had come to—endless noes without any hope of that ever changing.

  If only I could go back to the beginning…

  Poor, uncared for, and unloved by my family didn’t sound so bad anymore. Given the option, I’d trade everything I had for it—my apartment, my Jeep, my clothes, my shoes, all of it. I just wanted to go back to the time when I had been faced with that decision. Because, before that, I’d had the option to choose love. And, now, The Achurdy owned me, and they regulated my life. If I wanted to keep living, I would have to follow their orders.

  I tried to take a deep breath. It was impossible. “I have to go, Jae.”

  He set the beer on the metal and walked to the door. When he reached it, he turned toward me, looking at me with eyes that were so hooded. “I’ll drive you home.”

  There were so many reasons he couldn’t do that.

  I stood frozen in front of the bathroom and said, “You can’t.”

  As he moved over to me, I sucked in a small breath and held it.

  Please don’t touch me.

  Please touch me.

  Please don’t touch me.

  My thoughts were all over the place, and I couldn’t make sense of them. I couldn’t predict what he was going to do. So, I backed up until I hit the wall of the bathroom.

  “Jesus, Tyler.” He reached out and rubbed the back of my head where I had banged it on the wood. When his hand stilled, he left it there. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I didn’t think that.”

  “Then, what did you think?”

  “I thought”—could I say the word without wanting him to lean down and put his lips on mine?—“you were going to kiss me.”

  I heard him breathe. Unlike me, he had no problem doing it. I knew he was thinking; I just had no idea what was inside his mind.

  “Tell me something right now, and don’t lie to me. Is it safe for you to leave, or is someone going to hurt you?”

  He thought I was abused.

  I guessed I couldn’t blame him for thinking that. Clearly, I was hiding something, and the bruises didn’t have to be on my face.

  “I live alone, Jae. No one is going to hurt me when I get home.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  His fingers wedged between my head and the wall, making sure I didn’t turn my chin. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me dance around this.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “Still not good enough.”

  I looked down at my feet, the intensity of his stare becoming too much. “If things end here and they don’t go any further, then yes, I’ll be safe.”

  His sigh caused me to glance up. “Not what I wanted to hear.”

  “It wasn’t what I wanted to say.”

  I wished that last part hadn’t slipped out. It did something it shouldn’t have; it gave us both hope. But there wasn’t any. Not now. Not ever. Not as long as The Achurdy was still in business.

  His hand traveled down to my neck, holding it steady. His eyes followed and stopped on my lips. His were parted. They weren’t thin at all, more like the perfect size to suck and nibble. They were surrounded by dark stubble that I wanted to rub over my cheeks.

  “If I touch you, will you stop me?”

  No.

  “Yes.” My voice was a little above a whisper. It was missing authority, dominance. I didn’t have either with his hand on me. Even if his fingers weren’t anywhere on my body, I wasn’t sure I would have sounded any different. I had to try again. “Jae, don’t make this harder than it already is. I have to go home.”

  “Then, I’m taking you.”

  I turned my face, my chin touching his wrist, and I took in a whiff of his smell. He wasn’t doused in cologne, like all my marks. He didn’t reek of soap or laundry detergent. He smelled like fall nights in Kansas. The ones where I had gone to my high school football games, each time bundled in a sweater while sipping hot chocolate in the clean, crisp, nature-smelling air.

  Part nature, part cold, and completely man.

  That was Jae.

  I straightened my neck and looked at him again. I shouldn’t have done that. It made it even harder to say, “Fine, but we have to go.” When he didn’t respond, I added, “Now.”

  I could tell he didn’t like my demand, but he clenched my fingers, and he walked me to the door. This time, when the lights went off, I knew what to expect. I stayed behind him, descending each step, and we went out the front. On the side of the building was a parking lot, and he helped me climb into his giant SUV.

  He said nothing during the drive. Neither did I, but I never took my eyes off him. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, his seat way back and reclined to accommodate his height. He looked so relaxed, so handsome, so in control.

  I felt just the opposite.

  I might have told him we had to leave, but control wasn’t what I felt at all. I felt like Mina had taken that away from me. I felt like I would never find it again.

  The shakes were back, and I slouched in my seat, tucking myself in the corner by the window. It was the same way I would sit in the limo, gripping the handle on the door like I would be ripped from the back seat at any second.

  It felt that way again. Someone from The Achurdy was going to find me, tear me from Jae’s SUV, and end me.

  “Stop.”

  He looked over at me. “What?”

  I threw the seat belt off my body and leaned forward, trying to sway some air into me. Everything was so tight, it felt like I was being strangled.

  “You can’t pull up to my building. Please stop here, and don’t go any further.” I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I didn’t even care that we were still moving. I just had to get out. “Jae, unlock the door. I can’t be in here.”

  He moved to the side of the road. As he shifted into park, he turned toward me. “We’re almost at the bar. I’ll drive a few blocks past it and—”

  “No. No, no, no.” I swayed harder, trying to take in air through my nose and exhale it through my mouth. I tried to push the pains out of my stomach. I tried to lift the weight I felt on my chest. Nothing would move.

  “Tyler.”

  I rocked back and forth.

  I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering again. If I didn’t start breathing, Jae would have to take me to the hospital. Mina would definitely kill me then. She’d probably stick some powder in my IV, and I’d die ri
ght in my room.

  “Tyler.”

  “Let me go, Jae. Being in here is only making me feel worse.”

  I didn’t know what had happened, but suddenly, Jae had moved, and he’d brought me with him. We were now both in the back seat.

  “Look at me.”

  I hadn’t realized I wasn’t. But I listened to his words, and I followed them and found myself staring at his eyes.

  “You’ve got to relax your mind. Whatever it is that’s haunting you, bring your thoughts back here.” His hands moved to my neck. “You’re here with me. The windows are tinted. No one can see you. No one can hurt you. It’s just us.”

  Just us.

  “Good. Now, while you’re thinking about where you are, focus on your breathing. Relax your heart, so you can take in long, deep breaths.”

  Long, deep breaths.

  I could only see small bits of his face from the headlights of the oncoming traffic, but it was enough light to catch his smile.

  “You’re doing good. Just a few more, and you’ll start feeling better.”

  I waited at least a minute before I said, “This has never happened to me before, not ever, and now, I’ve had two in one night. I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

  “Tyler, the problem is, you know exactly where it’s coming from, and it’s scaring the fuck out of you.”

  I wanted to sink into the seat and never return.

  Why did I continue to embarrass myself in front of this beautiful man? Why couldn’t we have met under normal circumstances, exchanged numbers, and ended the night with a kiss, like every other girl and guy my age?

  “You’re right,” I admitted.

  “Can I make it go away?”

  I shook my head. “You’ll only make it worse.”

  “Then, tell me how to make it better.”

  I thought about his question. I considered every possibility, and I came up with an answer that wouldn’t please either of us. “You can drop me off five blocks from my building. You can promise not to follow me, and”—a knot lodged its way into the back of my throat—“you can promise that I’ll never see you again.”

  “That’s what you want?”