Captive [MXM]
Fractured

I whimpered and pressed my face into the pillows as he gently stroked my neck. There was a cock ring around my prick and a dildo in my ass. Warren had been edging me for what felt like hours. My arms were secured at the small of my back with handcuffs.

"How are you doing, babydoll?" He whispered in my ear and dragged his hand down my back. I vibrated with pleasure at his voice in my ear. At times like this when I lost all sense and control over my body I loved it when he called me nicknames.

"I'm okay, Daddy," I hissed as he pushed it deeper, "p-please let me come."

"Shh, baby. This is your punishment, I can't let you come just yet," he hummed and continued to push the toy in and out of me. Each time it pushed deeper I released a breathy moan of pleasure as it brushed against my abused prostate.

"I'm s-sorry! Please, I'll never do it again. I don't want to be punished, Daddy," I cried and bucked my hips desperately.

"Paige, you know what to say if you really couldn't take it," he tutted and slipped his fingers through my hair as he pulled my head up. I moaned at the tight grip and squirmed helplessly.

"Daddy," I whined and drew out the word slowly, "please, Daddy. I n-need it."

"If you think you can convince me with a few sweet words then you have severely underestimated me," he sighed and thrust the dildo in harder. I melted against the mattress and whined desperately.

"Nng," I gasped and craved for one thing- it taunted me. I wanted to feel the sting and burn and contentment, "Daddy, please- I wuh-want. . ."

"Go on, baby boy," he mumbled and continued to tease me.

"Please spank me, Daddy. I need it so bad," I blushed hard and dropped my head in embarrassment.

Warren chuckled under his breath, "of course, little one."

I shuddered as he pulled me onto his lap and ran his hand over my ass. My cheek pressed against the mattress as I relaxed on his lap.

"How hard do you want it?" He breathed and squeezed my ass cheek.

"Mmn, start soft," I whispered, "get harder."

"You got it, babydoll," he grinned and I released a shaky breath. His hand came down on my behind hard enough to leave a sting. The moment I felt the burn, my body melted into his. I could stay there forever.

Warren continued to spank me gently as my head grew cloudy and the pleasure made me feel like I was floating. Just like I had asked, the blows gradually grew in strength and with each increase I fell deeper and deeper. His rough palm cupped my ass perfectly and manipulated my body into whatever he wanted.

In this state I would do anything he wanted me to without a question. Right now he was my Daddy, my Dominant, my everything- and no matter how much I wanted to deny it I was his. Warren owned me. Slowly, his spanks grew softer again.

"Daddy-" I whined desperately and squirmed on his lap, "no, don't stop."

"Babydoll, your ass is so red. I don't want it to bruise," he hummed with concern and gently pulled at my curls.

"No," I huffed and squirmed in an attempt to get away, "I want you to spank me! Please, Daddy."

"Don't use that tone with me, Paige. I'm in charge and when in say no I mean no," he answered in a stern tone that had me blushing, "and you're not supposed to enjoy being punished."

"I'm not, I promise!" I squeaked, "please spank me more."

"What did I say? Don't make me repeat myself," he replied.

I sighed, "no means no."

"That's right, little one," Warren cooed and reached over to the nightstand. I groaned in relief when he released me from the hand cuffs. He then went on to pull out the dildo and remove the cock ring. I rolled off his lap and onto my back.

"Thank you, Sir," I mumbled and rubbed at my eyes as he stared down at me.

"You were a very good boy," he praised me and stroked my stomach. I groaned at the heat it sent to my already painful boner.

"Nn, Daddy please," I squirmed and pushed at his hand. He was making me harder.

"Shh, let me take care of you, hmm?" He cooed and spread my legs. I arched my back as he stroked my inner thighs.

"P-please-" I gasped and then released a loud moan when his mouth came down around my erection. I shuddered and dug my fingers in his hair as he sucked hard on me. "Oh, Daddy."

His stubble scraped against the tender flesh of my thighs as he splayed his tongue against the head of my prick. My legs trembled as he brought me up to my climax. His mouth was hot and it was sending me over the edge. His fingers dug into my hips as he sucked harder.

"Ah- oh I'm close. I'm so close, Daddy," I tensed and fisted his hair tightly as he swallowed me to the root. "Fuck!"

My back arched as I came inside his mouth. As to be expected, he swallowed. My body melted into the bed as I let my head fall to the side. Warren gently kissed up my stomach and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Feel better, babydoll?" He whispered and kissed my ear. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Daddy."

I yawned and blinked rapidly as Warren dressed me again. My body tensed and I hissed when the rough clothing scraped against my sore ass.

"I told you it was going to hurt and you didn't want to listen," he shook his head as he tucked in my shirt for me.

I stuck my lower lip out in a pout, "I can't be held accountable for my actions while in bed."

He gave me a flat look, "by that logic I would have been fucking you every day by now."

I flushed as he buckled my belt, "well maybe if you weren't such a brute then you'd be fucking me every day by now."

Warren glared at me and rose back up. I remained seating on the edge of the bed.

"Don't pretend that you don't like it when I get rough," he scolded me and I only pouted more.

"I- whatever," I huffed and folded my arms over my chest before looking down at my lap, "you've punished me, now where are we going?"

"Would you like to stay awhile longer or go home?" He asked gently and sifted his fingers through my curls.

I tugged on my earring nervously, "I- I think I wanna go home, Sir."

"Okay, sweetheart. Can you walk by yourself?" He asked and cocked his head to the side.

"Of course," I scoffed and stood despite the sting that traveled down my legs. It went fine until I actually had to walk. My ass burned so painfully that I stumbled and he had to catch me.

"I'm afraid it might have bruised," he sighed and then swept me up into his arms. I blinked in surprise as he held me against his chest and I rested my cheek on his shoulder.

"It kind of hurts," I hissed and swallowed hard.

"Well maybe if you stopped denying yourself what you want all the time then you wouldn't feel so starved for affection and spankings," Warren gave me a pointed look.

"I- you- that's not true!" I scowled as we exited the room.

"Then how come every time you let me spank you you want it so hard that you can't even walk?" He pointed out and I turned red.

"Whatever," I mumbled and hid my face in the crook of his neck. He chuckled deeply as we entered the club area again on our way out. However, we were stopped. At first I assumed it was Sage but the voice that came was unfamiliar.

"Fancy seeing you here, Petrov," he said as I stayed nestled against Warren.

"And you, Evanston. It's like we just saw each other at lunch, no?" He joked and then it clicked into place. This was the man who had hit on me at the diner today.

"Ah, and this is the little waiter, isn't it?" The stranger laughed and I curled closer to Warren at being acknowledged. "Seems like he's just been punished."

"Yes, he was a bit disobedient today. You know how brats are," he remarked and kissed my head.

"I am not a brat," I huffed in his ear, "I want to go home."

"We should be getting home. I'll be seeing you around, Jakob," Warren waved at him and began to walk past.

"Yes– yes," he murmured to himself.

My head was rested against the window as I was lulled to sleep. Warren had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on my knee. I found the weight of it comforting.

Around twenty minutes later we were pulling up to my apartment building.

He squeezed my knee, "wake up, Paige. You're home."

"Mmn? I thought we were going to the manor?" I yawned and opened my door.

"No, baby, I have some business to do there and I don't want you around it," he sighed and came around to my side.

"What kind of business? This late at night?" I asked as he scooped me up into his arms.

"The dangerous kind. I don't want you to see that yet," Warren sighed and held me tightly against him.

"Dangerous, huh?" I giggled, "how do you know I don't like danger?"

"Well you obviously enjoy pissing me off so it appears that you've had a death wish from the start," he muttered and I frowned.

"I hate it when you're upset with me. I just don't like it when you treat me like an object so I lash out when you're being an asshole," I huffed and then looked away from him.

"I don't treat you like an object," he said and furrowed his brow.

"I- put me down," I announced and he stopped walking, "put. Me. Down."

He did.

"Warren," I began, "you absolutely treat me like I'm an object. You make every single decision for me even when I don't want you to.

"You are so controlling that you made me quit my job because I said a guys name once. You are so controlling that I have to ask for your permission to do anything. I can't do shit without you knowing about it," I had to keep my voice down in the hallway, "You are so controlling that I used to fucking love you and you took that away from me- from us."

He looked shocked. My lower lip began to wobble.

"I didn't... I didn't know," he whispered and reached out for me before stopping himself. "I thought I was- I don't know what I was thinking."

I released a quiet sob as tears began to spill from my eyes.

"Do you know how hard it was to break us, Warren? I waited for years for you to change," my voice was wobbling and watery, "and when I realized that you wouldn't even try- that is what broke me."

He sucked in a breath, "Paige... please..."

I shook my head and turned away from him, "no. Stay away from me. Warren- I'm not playing this game with you until you get help. You need to come to terms with your obsessive behavior. Until then I'm fucking done with you."