Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

“Something wrong?” he asked, he came in late.

  “I’m getting married,” I rehashed to him.

  “Well, for fuck’s sake. About time!”

  “Language, young man,” Mr. Allen scolded. Richard and Mr. Allen’s personalities crashed every time they were within earshot of each other. Mr. Allen cleared his throat and looked over to Lindsey. Everyone did.

  “Is this the soon to be wife, Mr. Glen?” he asked with a mild smile.

  “Yes. Her name is Lindsey Wilson. Come here dear, don’t be shy.”

  Lindsey walked up next to me and took a deep breath.

  “Hello, I’m Lindsey. Um. I…” she was getting lost for words. “I’m going to be Gordon’s wife. I don’t look like the type, but I love this man very much.”

  I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her back.

  Richard was delighted. He took a seat and reclined all the way back, throwing his feet on the table.

  “Young man,” Mr. Allen warned, “feet off the table.”

  Richard rolled his eyes and laughed. He probably liked getting on old man Allen’s nerves.

  Ms. Benning spoke up, she was another board member. The kinder type.

  “Mr. Glen. Have you done the paperwork necessary for marriage, yet?”

  “No. I ask that you give me time—”

  “You get forty-eight hours. That was the time you were given in your father’s terms,” Mr. Allen said.

  “Good. It’ll be done tomorrow.”

  Mr. Allen melted into a better mood. “I’m glad you’re staying with us, Gordon. No one else can run this company the way you do. Your father would be proud.”

  The rest of the board members agreed, sharing warm smiles and sipping their water.

  “Now then, is there anything else that needs my attention before my fiancé and I leave?”

  The members looked at each other and shook their heads.

  “I’m afraid not, boss,” Ms. Benning said.

  “Then have a good night. I will see many of you tomorrow.”

  I took Lindsey by the hand and we left the room.

  “Wow, that was intense,” Lindsey whispered. “Your father is the one who made you marry to keep the company?”

  “Yes. He knew I didn’t have much of a social life. And he wanted to make sure I had a family vibe going on somehow.”

  Richard came running out the doors behind us. “Gordon! Wait!”

  “What’s wrong?”

  Richard caught his breath and smiled. “I just wanted to say congratulations to you two. And Lindsey?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” he said, shaking her hand. “Gordon couldn’t have picked anyone better.”

  “I should be thanking you. You gave me that kick I needed.”

  I butted in. “Wait, am I missing something here?” What were they talking about?

  Lindsey explained, “Richard found me at the club. He told me what happened and to go talk to Eliza to get confirmation of the truth. So, I did.”

  “Thank you, Richard. You’ve been nothing but an excellent friend.”

  “Aw, come on. You know I got your back.” The elevator bell rung, and the doors swept open. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds go. I have a wife to tend to myself.”

  Richard walked off and we got into the elevator. Lindsey sat down on the cushions that bordered the wall for our descent back down.

  “I can’t wait to tell Stacy and Willow. They’re gonna flip.”

  Lindsey took out her phone, but groaned when she saw she had no service in the elevator. “Oh, come on, how come there’s no service.”

  “I have a phone built into the elevator for casual use…” I pointed out.

  “I’m good. I’ll wait. Because I need to get my thoughts for the wedding straight. And I’m already thinking of several places to hold it at.”

  The elevator reached the bottom and we walked over to the Ferrari.

  “Is it out of the country?” I asked.

  “No way. Right here. Jet lag will make the after-party suck,” she chuckled.

  I helped her with the door and Lindsey slipped inside elegantly. Red hair, red car. This car was practically destined for her.

  The car looked good with her in it.

  After getting all buckled in, I turned to Lindsey and held her hand that had the huge ass rock I bought for her.

  “Wanna turn it on?”

  “I thought you were already turned on,” she purred.

  “Not me, the car.”

  “Oh, come on, it was a joke. I know, I’m bad at them.”

  I placed her hand on the button. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”

  She pressed it and held down onto it for the motor to growl to life.

  “Wow, that sound. It’s music to my ears.”

  “Yes, it is. So is your voice.”

  “Get me to the bedroom, you haven’t heard anything yet.”

  Chapter Eleven – Lindsey

  “Hey, this isn’t my place?” I said, looking up at the huge house we were riding up to from the street. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was pretty damn close.

  “Oh? I thought it was,” Gordon said, rubbing my thigh.

  “It isn’t.”

  “It is now.” It hit me. I was to be his wife. We would share everything now. And that small one-bedroom apartment was going to be a thing of the past. Now I was being whisked off to this…castle. Gordon parked, and I finally got the hang of getting out of this car without feeling and looking like an idiot.

  “Wow. This is beautiful. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, you never took me to your home before.”

  “You’re the one who wanted to be mysterious and keep this a fling when we first met,” Gordon reminded me with a sly grin.

  He took out the keys for his home and unlocked the doors. Warm lights turned on and revealed a fantastic main floor. The chandelier was the icing on the cake.

  “This is like a dream. Wow. Now I finally know what it’s like to be in Willow or Stacy’s shoes.”

  I was almost afraid of taking another step. This place was fantastic. Every wall had a painting, and it was carved with decorations.

  “Make yourself at home,” Gordon said, putting his jacket up on a rack by the door. It was funny to see that no matter how fancy his place was, he still had something simple like a coat rack by the door.

  “I don’t even know about how to adjust to this.” I took a few steps forward and held myself. This was very surreal. I was soon to be Mrs. Glen. This house was going to be a new part of my life, and the lifestyle that went along with it.

  “You will. Trust me,” Gordon promised, cupping my waist with his hand. The warmth of his touch and the assurance in his voice put me at ease and I rested my head on his chest. There was one way, and one way only to break in a new home.

  “Show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out later.”

  I loosened Gordon’s tie. He wasted no time hiking me over his shoulder and marching up to the bedroom. I bounced up and down with each step he took and chuckled all the way upstairs. He made me feel lighter than I thought I was. But with his muscles, that wasn’t going to be hard to do.

  Hell, he could probably lift up his car with one hand if he wanted to.

  When we got upstairs, he took me down a hall. It was comfy, and done up nicely, but his bedroom? That was a different world. It was the most comfortable place I’d ever seen. The carpet was especially plush, and his scent dominated the air.

  “Gonna get naked for me?” he asked, throwing me down onto his bed. God, it felt like a fucking cloud cut from the clouds of Heaven itself.

  “Hell yeah. Unless you had other ideas?” I began to peel at my straps to get this dress off of me.

  “No, no, go ahead,” he urged, undoing his slacks. His cock was already pressed against his boxers. That had to be painful. Deliciously painful. And it was all my fault. Heh, I liked that.

  I threw my
dress to the side and Gordon helped rip off my bra and thong.

  “You’re so perfect. Skin smooth as silk, and your pussy, it has a death grip that can keep a man cumming.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing them back up to my nipples. He grazed his fingers across them and their hardness was activated, pulling the tender skin around the areola. I arched my back for more.

  “Then what’re you waiting for. This isn’t the time for foreplay,” I said, reaching the back of his neck.

  “Wait, I want to taste you first,” Gordon said, going down my body and kissing all along the way.

  He trailed his lips all the way down until he got to my tender hot core.

  His tongue flicked over my pussy and a shiver rocked my spine. Gordon took his time eating me out, making me suffer and begging to cum.

  “Ahh! Ah, Gordon, right there,” I begged, my breathing ragged and deep. I squirmed around his bed, grabbing at random parts of his sheets and wrapping my legs around his neck.

  “You’re so sweet down here. Your taste can’t be matched,” he muffled against my pussy, sending me over the top.

  “Damn it, Gordon, fuck me,” I demanded. His eyes flickered up to mine and he met my demands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—ahh!” The hardness of his cock pierced my pussy’s hot dripping flesh, tunneling its way down until it couldn’t go any further.

  Gordon hissed as I gave him that wonderful pussy grip of death as he thrusted hard into me.

  “Give me your baby, I want to have your baby,” I moaned as he fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced up and down to the rhythm and I pinched my nipples to add to the pleasure. Gordon noticed and helped me out with the other breast, pinching the other nipple as he drilled me.

  “Good, I want my seed to grow inside of you,” he grunted.

  Soon he filled me up with his juices and left me limp as a noodle, soaked in sweat on his bed.

  He fell down next to me and chuckled dryly. “You’re going to be pregnant.”

  “I bet so. Maybe even with triplets,” I breathed out, catching my breath.

  ***

  The morning came, and I snuck off into the shower before Gordon got up. I kept thinking about where to host the wedding. Today we had to make things official, meaning I owed it to Stacy and Willow to let them know.

  “Lindsey?” Gordon came into the bathroom naked and looking for me.

  “Hey, I’m in this huge ass shower of yours.”

  “Ah, let me join you.” Gordon yawned and slapped his feet as he walked over to me in his huge shower room. That was what I called it. A huge shower room. This thing had enough room to hold about ten people.

  “Sure, jump in, husband.” I slid the black glass door to the side to let him in.

  “Not gonna call me ‘rich guy’, anymore?” he asked, soaping up a loofah.

  “I think hubs is much better.”

  Epilogue

  Lindsey

  This was it.

  I couldn’t fucking believe it.

  I was a housewife now. An ex-stripper.

  I stood at the entrance of Bar Seven, in my wedding dress, looking at my husband, surrounded by new and old friends. The whole place was done up in flowers and still had that bar vibe going for it. All the workers were invited, including my other fellow strippers that worked alongside me. Even Eliza came to see the wedding. Me and Gordon were going to go down as one of her most successful relationship stories.

  Remember that traditional wedding music? Yeah, no. Not at this wedding.

  I nodded my head and the music began. I danced down the aisle in my dress that was a cute asymmetrical cut. Long as hell in the back, but raised in the front. Even my fishnet stockings were showing.

  “Wow, all the weddings, huh?” Stacy said to me as I approached.

  “I know, right?”

  Willow was our officiant, and she stood proudly on stage with her bible.

  Willow cleared her throat.

  “Gordon, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  Gordon smiled, “Yes.”

  “And Lindsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Willow turned to Gordon. “Well, hurry up, you may kiss the bride!”

  We kissed, and everyone cheered.

  That was when I learned, love doesn’t need permission to come into your life. It will walk up into your shit whether you invite it in or not. In the end, you are going to thank your lucky stars that it did.

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  Chapter 1 – Jacob

  I needed to get laid. I was on a mission tonight.

  Some might say I have been on a lot of missions lately: I had just hooked up with a girl last night, who had been super into me. After it was done, she asked me for my autograph, and I thought, if that’s all she wants after that blowjob she just gave me, that’s a pretty good deal for me.

  But tonight, I was on the prowl yet again. And I didn’t think anyone could blame me. I hadn’t had an easy time of it lately, so I’d needed the release. I’d needed to find a random stranger to lose myself in for a little bit. Tonight, I need one bad. I just wasn’t sure I’d find one here.

  Batting Cage Sports Bar was exactly the kind of place I didn’t think any of the Florida Sharks football players would go for a night out. It wasn’t the nicest place I’ve been to—although the vibe was great and the alcohol was cheap—but Hanson and Brian insisted on going there.

  I didn’t really get a say though. Since I’d been traded from the San Antonio Bullriders back to the Sharks, I hadn’t been around the local nightclub scene much and didn’t know where else to suggest. So, Batting Cage it was.

  The place was overwhelmingly drab brown in color, with wooden tables and chairs with patent leather seats, raw brick walls, and television screens all around to watch whatever games were showing. Neon lights in the roof above the bar gave it a very distinct feel.

  But to my surprise, as soon as I sat down with the boys and we each had a beer in front of us, I began to feel glad that we had come to Batting Cage. We were among the public, the guys who came to watch our games, not the guys playing with or against us, and it made me feel normal for a change.

  God knew it had been a long time since I’d felt normal.

  I sipped my beer, slowly. We couldn’t get too drunk—we had training every day during the training season, and I had it worse than the others. I had been suspended for a full season, and my fitness wasn’t what it should have been. Getting suspended for your personal life becoming a public debacle makes you fucking despondent, which was exactly what I was.

  I had come to Miami hoping everything would be different. I had a bad name after I had assaulted another player during a game—what would you do if the other player told you he’d fucked your girlfriend?—and I’d been benched for the whole season. When it came time to get back into the game again, it had been easier for management to trade me off.

  Did I feel betrayed, rejected, replaced?

  Yes.

  But I got to come home. I had grown up just outside Miami. I’d studied at the University of Miami and played ball for them before the Bullriders had scouted me.

  Being back in Miami was supposed to feel better than it did, though. Instead of feeling like I was home again, I felt like an outsider, rejected by the team I was supposed to play with, shunned by all the foot
ball fans and without any friends left in the city after I’d been away for so long, and after everyone had branded me as a pariah for my past sins.

  I guess they expected me to come crawling back with my tail between my legs. But I wasn’t the crawling or begging type. I was more of the fist-pounding, “I am a successful football player, hear me roar” type.

  My stance had always been that my new teammates could take me—flaws and all—or leave me. So far, it seemed they had mostly chosen to leave me. Still, there was time for them to see the light.

  It was only training season. They had time to get to know me and love me before the real season started. Since people have told me I have a strange fucking charm about me, I was sure that my teammates would see it too. Not to mention that they’d see how I play on the field, which is like a total fucking legend.

  I looked at Brian and Hanson bantering back and forth over their beer. They were tight, and it was easy to tell. The two of them were the most well known duo on the team. The players all had friends, but I got the idea these two were really close outside of football as well. The kind of players that got together with their respective partners and had barbeques on weekends. Hanson was always talking about how much his wife Lacey loved Brian’s fiancée, Sadie.

  Although Brian and Hanson were good friends and seemed nice enough to me compared to other guys on the team, I wasn’t sure I could trust them. They’d invited me out, which was cool, but I still didn’t know where I stood with them. I didn’t know where I stood with any of them, and even sitting here, I didn’t feel like I was part of their team, part of their little party, part of anything at all.

  But I knew that if I was going to have any success—not to mention fun— continuing to play pro football, I’d have to make Brian, Hanson, and the whole team like me. And I had a feeling I could do it, too.

  “What do you think of the team so far?” Brian asked me.

  He was a running back and one of the star players of the team. Hanson was the quarterback.

  I nodded, taking a sip of my beer to give me a chance to think about it. I didn’t want to say something terrible to two of the most dedicated players on the team, but the truth was I didn’t feel like I fit in yet, and that made me uncomfortable.