Caged

by Shanna Ehrlich

  “There’s probably like twenty,” Trevor joked. “I’ll help you find one.”

  “Nah man, that’s cool. You don’t need to help.” But Trevor insisted. Was likely hoping for some bathroom action before coming back. It was the first time since meeting Trevor he didn’t want him around, but didn’t have much of a choice. He would have to make the call from inside the bathroom and hope Trevor wouldn’t overhear.

  Now just the three of them, Annie, Sara and Mandy decided it was time for another shot and staggered back over to the bar where a group of guys in front ordered a round of Patrón.

  “Hey, we want in on that!” The demand came from Mandy who was overly excited to be taking another shot. If Annie had to guess, she already had one too many, her outgoing behavior uncharacteristic, but Annie was happy to see Mandy finally starting to let loose and have some fun.

  The guys passed back three more shots and they all cheered in excitement. Drinking with someone new was always fun and these guys were hot with a capital H.

  Following them away from the bar, they found a corner to chat and introduced themselves. Mike, a tall, lean man with a sexy goatee looked Annie up and down like she was the best thing he’d seen all night.

  “So how do you girls know Dan?” Mike asked. “We haven’t see you here before.”

  “Oh, Dan and I go way back,” Mandy replied, looking down at her bare wrist. “About eight hours now. He was sitting next to us at lunch and invited us because he overheard how my friend Annie here likes giving blow jobs.”

  Annie almost choked on her beer, but played along. “That’s me. I love a big dick in my mouth.”

  The expression on Mike’s face was laughable. He was obviously hoping to be the dick in reference, but he didn’t have a chance in hell. She already had too much drama and cheating for one week.

  Mike opened his mouth, an undecipherable word coming out, and then turned and high tailed it away from them, leaving Annie confused as to what she did wrong.

  “I’m guessing they left because of me, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  The voice she knew all too well came from behind. With a sinking feeling she turned around, not sure how she was going to explain. Mandy and Sara immediately b-lined back to the dance floor, not wanting to stick around to help. Traitors.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Holding her wrist, he dragged her across the room, shoving her up against the wall in a more secluded section of the room. “I could ask you the same thing. You don’t want my dick in your mouth anymore, but that jerkoff’s dick is okay? Maybe I was right last night. You are a fucking whore.”

  “Nice Brax, real nice. Now I definitely don’t want your dick in my mouth. How’d you even find me?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Yes it fucking matters,” she yelled, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “I have eyes all over this city sweetheart. If you go somewhere, I fucking know it. The only reason you even made it here was because I let you. I let you ignore my calls at that fucking piece of shit bar, I let you go to that biker bar last night, hell I even let you wander New York the other day and go to that damn play. The only reason you do anything is because I allow it. I think you forgot who I am; who you’re fucking dealing with.”

  “Oh god,” she groaned. “You don’t let me do shit. You obviously have people following me, but I do what I want, so get off your high horse and stop sounding like a pissed off diva who didn’t get her way. We’re over Braxton,” she purposely said his full name, knowing it would anger him further before delivering the final blow. “Deal with it like a man and stop crying like a little bitch.”

  He slapped her. An open palm, halfhearted slap, but enough to surprise the hell out of her. “Say it again. Call me a bitch again. I fucking dare you.”

  She said nothing and rubbed her cheek instead, the sting almost completely fizzled, but the shock still held strong.

  “That’s what I thought. Now let’s get something clear, I am not some random guy you can treat like shit. I’m your fucking god. You do what I say. If I tell you to answer your phone, you better fucking do it. If I tell you to get on your knees, you do it, and we sure as hell aren’t done unless I say we are. Are we fucking clear?”

  Brax stood so close she could feel his labored breaths on her forehead. His sheer size trapped her against the wall as he waited for an answer, but what would she say. Yes, god we’re clear? Fuck that. Saying no didn’t seem like a smart response either, but she hadn’t made smart choices this whole trip. “You’re my god? Too bad I don’t believe in God. I thought you were my devil. My serpent who makes everything I do seem holy by comparison. That’s who I believed in. Not this asshole who makes me feel like shit for the decisions I make.”

  “You want the Devil? You want to feel good about your bad decisions? I’ll fucking give it to you.”

  Reaching for her hand he led her like a mad man around the house until he found what he was looking for. Huddled in an alcove were the three guys they were talking to earlier. Mike, standing in the center with his back toward her, was telling some sort of story with animated hand gestures.

  Annie turned to face Brax in time to see him remove his pistol, tucked into the waistband of his jeans. “What are you doing Brax? Put your fucking gun away.”

  “What part of what I just told you wasn’t clear? You don’t tell me what to do; you do what I fucking tell you. You want that guy so bad, go fucking get him. Tell him again how much you want his cock in your mouth.”

  “It was a joke Brax. I never even said that.”

  “Then you’re going to say it now,” he lifted his gun toward her. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

  The small hidden room, clear of people, allowed Brax to openly flash his weapon without interference. She didn’t want to think what would have happened if they were near the crowded dance floor. Would he still have pulled his gun? The fury stemming from him made her think yes.

  “So what, you’re going to shoot me now if I don’t do what you say? Whatever happened to not hurting me? I piss you off and that just goes out the window?”

  “I’m not aiming at you. Three pulls. It’d be so fucking quick. No one would know it was me.”

  She turned behind her, Mike was still telling his story, he and his friends ignorant of what was going on mere yards behind them.

  “You have three seconds to get your ass over there before I shoot their fucking heads off. Killing them isn’t my end goal, but it would feel just as good. You’re mine B and you’re going to learn it right now.” He started counting, disciplining her like a child, a super fucked up form of discipline.

  “One.”

  She looked up to see his eyes narrow. He was taking aim.

  “Two.”

  She didn’t wait for him to get to three. Brax was not the man you call on a bluff. She took off walking toward the guys and turned back to see him lower the gun and amble toward the other side of the room, leaning casually against the wall. The asshole was going to watch her make a fool of herself. Well not if she could help it.

  Lifting her head and pushing her shoulders back, she walked up to the guys with the confidence of a rock star. Tapping Mike on the shoulder, he stopped what he was saying to turn and face her.

  “Hey, there you are,” she reached forward and hugged him, pressing her breasts hard against his chest. He was slow to react, but she felt his arms wrap around her after a beat of hesitancy. “What happened earlier?” she asked while stepping out of the hug. “My wingman brings up blow jobs and you walk away? What’s up with that? The way you were looking at me I could have sworn you played for my team.”

  “I’m definitely on your team baby, but your boyfriend didn’t look too happy to see us talking. Figured I’d save my face some bruising and get out of there.”

  What a fucking pussy. Couldn’t even stand up and fight for a girl he wanted. He was pretty, but she could never imagine herself with a guy like him. He was
probably a pussy in bed too. No matter though, this wasn’t real. “Oh, that’s not my boyfriend. Just this guy who stalks me. Says he’s a god and knows everything. It’s really fucking creepy.”

  “No shit? Do you know his name? My dad’s the District Attorney, I could have him arrested for you like this,” he snapped his fingers.

  That’s right. Hide behind your daddy. “I don’t. At least not his real name. He told me once his name was Dagger or something stupid like that. He just wanted to sound scary I think, but honestly he’s kind of a whiney bitch. He likes to make threats, but never follows through. I’m not really worried about him. I leave for home tomorrow anyways. I’ve just been here on vacation.”

  “You’re just here on vacation and already have a stalker? That’s impressive.”

  “Right? Be careful who you meet in New York bars.”

  Mike’s friends stopped paying attention to their conversation, and walked off. She clearly wasn’t interested in them, and it was now just one on one, a hell of a lot easier to work with than three on one. Telling a guy you want to blow him while his friends actively listen was just embarrassing. That’s what she was supposed to do, right? She couldn’t even remember. Brax was crazy, but he proved his point. She wasn’t remotely interested in the dipshit standing in front of her. “So,” she played with the hem of her skirt, “do you have a girlfriend?”

  “No, not unless you’re volunteering for the role.”

  Annie forced a blush and looked down at the ground, noticing his decent size feet. If the saying were true at least he would have that going for him. “I’m leaving tomorrow so I’m probably not very good girlfriend material, but there’s always tonight.” Holy shit, did she really just say that? She was embarrassed for herself.

  “Oh yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

  “I’m thinking you ditch your friends so I can finally get you in my mouth.”

  A smile curved his lips. “So your friend wasn’t kidding earlier?”

  “Oh she was. It’s just my last night here and I want to do something crazy and after she mentioned it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it would be like to, you know,” she eyed the bulge in his pants. “That makes me weird, right? I know. Whatever, it was a stupid idea. I’m just drunk and horny, never mind.” She turned to walk away, she did it, no need to push and keep asking, but he reached out to stop her.

  “It doesn’t make you weird. It’s fucking hot. Come up stairs with me.”

  He held out his hand for her to take. She gulped and reached out, but was pulled back by an arm wrapping around her waist from behind.

  Mike’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m sorry man. I’ll fucking go.”

  What the hell? He was going to leave her with Brax after what she just said about him. What an asshole.

  “You’re not going anywhere.” Brax’s deep authoritative voice froze Mike in place, he looked like he was going to piss himself. “You’re going to watch. I’m going to show you what you’ll never have and when I’m done, you’re going to get on your knees, and thank me for not fucking killing you.”

  Annie felt Brax’s hand move up the back of her skirt, pushing her panties aside until he was rubbing her bare clit and it swelled with need. He could always do that to her. No matter what her brain said was wrong, her body screamed it was right.

  “Tell him B. Tell him how he can never make you feel the way I do.” He continued to rub faster and a moan slipped through her lips. “Tell him. I want to hear the fucking words.”

  “You can’t ever make me feel this way,” she closed her eyes and whispered, unable to tell Mike to his face. This was messed up on so many levels.

  Brax reached his other hand up the back of her skirt, likely displaying her thonged ass for anyone who walked by and just as she was about to tell him enough, and step away, she felt cold hard metal meet her entrance. He cupped her to hold her in place and pushed the gun barrel up as far as it would go, the trigger guard stopping it from fully submerging.

  “Don’t fucking move. Do you feel it? This is me owning you. You’re mine. Don’t ever try and leave me again.”

  A chill ran down her spine as he pushed the gun in and out by the grip, simultaneously circling his fingers around her sensitive nub. She wanted to hate it. She did hate it. The way it felt foreign, the way it could accidently go off and kill her from the inside out, but he made her like it. She begged for him to stop; quiet, soft pleas he pretended not to hear and continued with the assault. Could Mike see what was going on under her dress? Did he think she was just getting finger fucked? Maybe that’s why he never stepped in to intervene.

  The longer it took her to cum, the more aggressive Brax became, forcefully pushing the gun in and out while pressing harder against her sex. She could feel her orgasm bubbling at the surface, threatening to explode, and it was the first time it wasn’t desired. She hated it. Wanted to push it down and not succumb to the fact that her body liked being molested and tormented in this ill-fashioned way.

  “Tell him I’m the only one you cum for,” he demanded.

  She didn’t want to say it, the crude words only making her body react even more, but he wasn’t going to let her get away without doing as he said.

  “Tell him B. Right fucking now.”

  Tears stung her eyes as she whispered the words. “You’re the only one I cum for.”

  “Not good enough,” he growled out while moving his hands faster. “Tell him like you mean it. Louder. Who’s the only one that makes you cum?”

  “You,” she said louder, her body coiling tighter.

  “Again.”

  She was on the verge of breaking, couldn’t hold off much longer. “You,” she said even louder, struggling with her fight.

  “Again.”

  This time she did break, and when she cried out “you,” the words were inaudible, floating through her open mouth amongst her lack of breath. She came harder than she could remember. Vision and strength gone, she sagged over his arm, would have face planted to the floor if he wasn’t holding her up. When she came back to reality silent tears streamed down her face and Mike was on his knees before them, begging Brax to let him go.

  “If you ever try to touch my girl again, I’ll fucking kill you. You breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll kill you. Are we clear?”

  “Please. I won’t say a word. Just please don’t kill me.”

  Brax gestured with his head for Mike to leave and he jumped up running, leaving Annie alone and truly in the hands of the Devil. She loathed him. He still had the gun inside her and pulled it out slow, trailing her wetness down the inside of her thigh before turning her to face him. She almost broke again. The tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to escape. He ruined her. How could she go back to pretending she was normal after that? She was definitely not fucking normal. And the worst part was, she got off on it. The adrenaline, the fear, the forced obedience, the audience; everything about what he did turned her on, and she despised him.

  He brought the gun to his nose and smelled the barrel before pointing it at her chest and leisurely dropped it down between her breasts, down her stomach and back under her skirt.

  “You want it again B? That was so fucking hot. Might have been as good as watching you get fucked by my own cock.”

  She blinked and the tears dropped, dripping down her cheeks. She couldn’t verbally express her feelings, but one look at her wet eyes told him something was very wrong. He just didn’t understand what, and how could he? He didn’t realize what she went through, not physically, but mentally.

  Without fully thinking it through she reached down for the gun. It was light, not loaded. He let her pull it from his grasp, let her raise it up and point it at his chest and heard the click as she pulled the trigger. She didn’t bother enlightening him about her gun knowledge. He fucking deserved it.

  Ten

  Braxton stared at the gun in shock. Did that just happen? What if it was loaded? He would have been dead. She
would have blown a .45 through his chest. It was the closest he ever came to dying. Sure he’d been shot before, but never point blank. He fucking trusted her. Let her take the gun because he thought she needed a little control. Well that trust was shot to hell now.

  With the gun still pointed at his chest he ripped it from her hands and reached around to tuck it back in his jeans. They stared off at each other for what felt like hours before he shoved her back into the wall and then shoved again; hard, but sloppy shoves, which was a good thing for her sake. His emotions all over the place, he didn’t have the energy to hurt her like he wanted, like she hurt him.

  He shoved her again and this time she finally responded, pushed him back as hard as she could, though he barely moved.

  “Don’t touch me!”

  “Don’t touch you? You just almost killed me. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to do.”

  “Just like you always do then? You don’t give a shit what I want. You never have. It’s always all about you.”

  Pushing forward to walk away he took hold of her by the wrist and swung her back. She thudded in to the wall and if it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through her system, the wind would have been knocked out of her. Even still, she had to take a second to compose herself while he stood brooding above her.

  “This is what you wanted isn’t it? For me to be myself? To be honest with you? Well I just was. Congratulations Brax, you bring out the worst in me. You should have let me go. I told you I don’t want you. Maybe now you’ll listen.”

  Neither of them noticed Trevor walk up, too engrossed in their argument. “Everything okay over here?”

  They both didn’t bother to answer.

  “You want me to let you go?” Braxton took a step back from her and asked again, “You want me to let you go? Fine. We’re done. Now get the fuck out of my city.” Without another word he stormed off, headed toward the nearest bar. Ordering four shots of tequila he downed them one after another, loving the burn immersed in his throat, it helped take his mind off the other pain.