Prisoned Series Box Set

by Marni Mann

  “No, never. You know I won’t allow that.”

  He shook his head out of frustration, his grip tightening on my face. “It’s an option. Just know that.”

  I’d known that from very early on. I felt it in the way he held me, in the things he said, in the way he kissed me. Something told me he would never let anything come between us. If I took him up on that offer, I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, worrying The Achurdy would come for us. That company made so much money, I assumed their reach had to be far, and they had partners all over the world who could find me. If they hunted me down, I could live with that. But Jae was innocent in all this, and I would never let him get punished for the choices I’d made. If he protected me, he’d be in as much trouble as I would.

  “I’m going to want more,” I whispered.

  It hurt, knowing that I wasn’t far from those wishes, that every time I left, I wanted to stay. That every time we spoke on the phone, I wanted to tell him to come over.

  “Then, come get it,” he whispered back.

  “You know I—”

  He grabbed my hand and placed it on the zipper of his jeans. “Right here, Tyler. Come get this.”

  The last time I had been here, he had gone down on me. He’d licked me with so much confidence, I had been squirming underneath him within a minute. When I’d tried to give him a blow job, he’d stopped me. He’d said he wanted that night to be all about me.

  In the last four weeks, we’d taken things much further, and we had lots of phone sex.

  But here, with his hands on me, his face so close, I suddenly felt extremely intimidated. I didn’t know what his experience included, but I knew he had much more than me.

  “I want to,” I finally answered.

  “Then, take it.” His hand dropped from my face. “This is on you. We’re going to move as fast as you want to. I’m not going to push you.”

  I looked down at my lap, at the skinny jeans that hugged my thighs and the black boots that reached my knees. “What if I want you to?”

  “What are you asking for?”

  It was on the tip of my tongue. I didn’t know why I was scared to say it, why my needs made me nervous, but I had to be honest with him. “I want you to take whatever you want. Get me outside my head, and put me inside yours.”

  “You’re asking me to hurt you?”

  I thought about his question and how that meant pain was what he wanted. I couldn’t give him much, but I could give him that.

  “Yes, Jae.”

  He got up from the couch, grabbed the ends of my boots, and yanked them off my legs. My jeans were next, my panties shredding as he tore them from my body. He pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra with only a few fingers. I now sat in the middle of his couch, completely naked, while he stood in front of me with all his clothes on.

  “Say it,” he snarled.

  It wasn’t anger. It was need. I recognized it. And, oh God, I felt it as strongly as him.

  “Hurt me.”

  He leaned down and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my lips crashing against his. We were moving, but so were his hands as he ran them over my back and to my breasts, squeezing my nipples to the point where I moaned so loud that it caused him to groan.

  We were now in a room, and he was setting me on the bed. I watched as he dropped his pants, his shirt quickly falling to the floor, and then he reached inside a drawer to get what I assumed was a condom.

  “I’m on the pill.” He looked surprised, so I added, “It’s a long story, but don’t worry; I’m protected.”

  Most of us were on the pill because of the deer.

  I was so relieved that I didn’t have to mess with those damn animals anymore.

  I heard the foil hit the bottom of the drawer, and he slammed it closed. Then, he lifted me into his arms again, and he shoved my back against the wall.

  “This is going to hurt, Tyler.”

  When he’d gotten naked, I’d seen what was hanging between his legs, and I knew exactly how it was going to feel. It was now touching my entrance, teasing it with just his tip. I felt myself widening to fit him, and even that came with a little sting.

  “I told you, Jae, I want you to hurt me.”

  I barely had the last word out before he was completely inside me. I didn’t know which one of us was louder, my screams or his moans, but they matched, and I met him every time he stroked into me. It only took a few seconds before the pain was gone, and pleasure filled me. Jae made sure of that, too. His hand was on my clit, rubbing me, as he thrust in and out. I held on to his shoulders and felt completely weightless in his arms. The only reminder that I was in the air was the burn on my back as I rubbed against the wall.

  He must have felt the friction, or he just wanted to switch positions, but I found myself on the bed, and he was on top of me. Now that I didn’t have to hold on, I could touch him. I traced the muscles on his chest, feeling the hairs under my fingertips. He wasn’t shaved and primped and manscaped like the animals. Jae had coarse hands, long hair, rough scruff. He was all man, just how I wanted him to be.

  And, when his hips lifted and dropped on top of me, I felt the most powerful, consuming orgasm start to build in my stomach.

  “I’m so close,” I breathed.

  He touched his teeth to my lip. “I’m not going to chew on this. I don’t want to leave a mark. But this”—he leaned down and took in my nipple—“I’m going to fucking destroy.”

  By that, he meant sucking so hard, the shooting began to spark down my legs, and I couldn’t stop yelling, “Jae,” as loud as my voice could go.

  His speed was faster than anything I’d felt before. The strength he used showed me how deep he was inside me, then he would pull out halfway, and slam back in.

  I clawed at his chest when I could no longer control it. “I’m coming!” I shouted.

  I didn’t think he could give me more.

  I was wrong.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped.

  I could tell he was close just by the sounds he was making, but I had a feeling I could bring him to the same spot I was in by just saying, “Hurt me.”

  His hands clenched around my face, his lips so close but not touching me. His breath, his hips, his squeezing made me feel every squirt he left inside me. “Tyler,” he moaned until his hips stilled.

  When he pulled out of me, I expected him to get up and go to the bathroom to get something to clean both of us. But he didn’t. He rested his head over my stomach with his hands on my hips and held me like that. It was like he was listening for something. I didn’t know what. The only things in there were a bunch of nerves.

  Maybe he heard them because he eventually looked up and said, “You have to go, don’t you?”

  I hated to do it, but I had to.

  So, I nodded.

  That was when he got us cleaned up and made sure I had my clothes. Then, he brought me down to his SUV. He held my hand the whole way back to my building and stopped when he was a few blocks away.

  “I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he said when he pulled over to the sidewalk.

  “Yes. Four more.”

  “You’ll text me when you get home?”

  “I promise.”

  He grazed my cheek with his fingers and pressed his thumb in the middle of my lips. “I don’t want to get them all red and puffy, but, fuck, I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

  “I know. Me, too.” I pecked the middle of his thumb, and I climbed out.

  The most nerve-racking part about returning to my building was the walk. I was always worried I would run into someone, and my lie wouldn’t be believable. So, I tried really hard to act casual and not rush too fast. Moving quickly seemed like it would be a dead giveaway, and so did looking back and forth, constantly checking my surroundings and the cars nearby.

  I didn’t do either.

  I kept my hands in my pockets and focused on the skyline, counting the steps in my head. B
y now, I knew it took around eighty-seven to get inside. Tonight, it was ninety-two.

  I went in through the back to avoid the doorman, and I took the stairs to the second floor where I grabbed the elevator from there. Once I was in my apartment, I checked my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed any calls or texts. There was a text from Wynter that had come in an hour ago.

  First, I got out my burner phone and shot off a message to Jae to tell him I’d gotten home safely. Then, I pulled up Wynter’s text screen on my other phone.

  Wynter: I’m ordering everything on the Chinese takeout menu. Want anything? I can’t sleep.

  I wanted to go to her apartment and tell her every naughty detail from tonight. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even go to her place if I wanted to, not with the way I looked or how I smelled. Evidence of Jae was all over me. It would be safest to take a shower and stay in, giving my double life an even thicker mask.

  Me: Sorry, girl, I just woke up. Not hungry. So tired and going back to bed. Talk to you in the morning.

  Wynter: You sure? It’s soooo good.

  Me: Yep.

  Wynter: Ok. :( Sweet dreams.

  They would be sweet. I was sure of that. But they would be emotional, too, as I wished I were waking up in his arms. Somehow, I had to get used to this. I just didn’t know if I ever would be.

  Twenty-Nine

  Beard

  Every night I spent at the prison, away from the girls, they begged for my cock. They sent pictures a few times a day with texts that told me how badly they wanted me to come home and what they were going to do when I got there.

  God, these fucking lesbians were obsessed with my dick.

  And I didn’t hate it.

  But, with all their demands, their pleas for me to come home, I expected to walk in their door and find them naked. I was surprised as hell to see they were in dresses and heels, sipping pink champagne in glasses that sparkled like they were pregaming before they went out.

  The stripper took my bag into their bedroom, and Layla brought me over to the couch where she sat me down and lifted her dress to straddle me.

  “Mmm,” she groaned, her face in my neck, licking all the way up to my ear. “I missed you.”

  “Then, get naked, so I can give you what you’ve been wanting.”

  “Not yet, baby.”

  The stripper returned just as Layla pulled the top of her dress down, showing me those perfect, round, soft tits. I leaned forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth, inhaling her tropic scent. After a few licks over that hard peak, a set of lips touched the corner of mine, and I turned my head. The stripper surrounded my tongue with her mouth and bobbed over the end of it like it was a cock. I waited for her to dip again, and then I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, so I could kiss her.

  I felt a hand in my beard, the touch telling me it was Layla, and another set of fingers went to my chest. While Layla was grinding over my dick, I left one hand on her tit and pinched the stripper’s nipple with the other.

  “Layla”—the stripper moaned against my mouth—“if we don’t leave soon, I’m going to eat this man right here on the couch.”

  She released my mouth, and my eyes scanned from one girl to the other.

  “Where are we going?”

  The stripper smiled and took out a small clear baggie that was filled with white powder. She poured a bump on the skin between her thumb and pointer finger and moved it closer to Layla.

  Layla pinched the side of her nose and snorted with the other. “We’re going out,” she said as she straightened her head. Then, she took the bag from the stripper and dumped a little on the top of her tit. She looked at me and pointed at it.

  As the stripper went into the other room, I stuck my nose over the small pile and inhaled. I tasted the bitterness in the back of my throat and felt the numbness in my nostril, both signs that told me it was coke. Layla dropped more blow onto the same tit, a little closer to her nipple this time, and I breathed that shit right up.

  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, an
d 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.