Captive [MXM]
Guilt

The first thing I noticed was that the manor looked neat and tidy like it always had. He hadn't trashed the place so that was a good sign. However, when I went to his room it looked like it hadn't been touched since I had left. I was worried that it hadn't.

The only other place he could have been was his office. I wasn't usually allowed in his office. That's where he did business most of the time.

I had to see him.

My hand lingered on the door knob and my breath was suspended like a tight wire. I turned the knob and opened the door.

It was a mess.

Papers were strewn across the floor. Office supplies too. His alcohol cabinet had been thrown open and it looked as if every bottle had been drained dry. God. Oh god, what had I done. There he was in his seat- passed out with a bottle in his hand. He was still wearing the clothes I'd last seen him in.

How the hell could I have hurt him this badly? Nothing got to Warren. Nothing.

Nothing but me.

I flew to his side and he didn't stir one bit. I brought a hand up to my mouth in mortification as I gently brushed his hair back from his face. He didn't even stir.

"Warren-" I gasped and cupped his face. He began to wake up, "I'm so sorry."

I knew he must have been completely out of it when he started talking, "beautiful."

I flushed and set the bottle in his hand aside.

"Warren, please, you have to come with me," I begged, "I can't just leave you like this."

He groaned and fell back in his chair again. My lower lip wobbled. I didn't want to see him like this.

Instead I heaved him up as best as I could but it was difficult considering the fact that he was twice my size.

"Please, you're going to crush me," I pleaded as he slowly took the weight off of me but still used me like a crutch. I dragged him down the hallway and into his room before setting him on the edge of his bed. I went to unbuckle his belt but he quickly caught my wrists.

"What are you doing?" He hissed and squeezed tightly.

"You need a fucking shower," I answered and yanked my hands back, "I need to undress you."

He didn't say anything else after that. With each article of clothing removed my hands grew more and more shaky. I had seen him naked before. He had fucked me more than once. I didn't know why I was embarrassed now as I heaved him towards the bathroom.

After setting him down on the built-in bench thingy I fiddled with the knobs until it was the right temperature and then let the spray cover him. He sighed in content and then I realized that he wasn't going to wash himself. Fuck my life.

With a gulp I gently began to wash him down starting with his hair. At this point he was fully awake and aware but he flat out refused to speak to me.

When he was all cleaned up I dried him off with the fluffy white towels and then made him follow me back out to the bedroom. From there I simply put him in sweats and a tee shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and didn't look at me. I stepped between his spread legs.

"Warren," I whispered and sifted my fingers through his damp hair. I had gotten all wet too. "Please look at me."

He didn't. I cupped his face in my hands and forced his head up. He shut his eyes.

"Warren," my voice broke. I hated to see him this way, "just... why? Why won't you speak to me?"

He gave me a tired look, "it's not that I won't. It's that I don't think I can control myself."

His voice was rough and hoarse but still music to my ears.

"What?" I blinked and jumped a little bit when his hand ghosted my hips.

"I want to nail you into this mattress and make you scream for my mercy, Paige," he said roughly and I went rigid in his grip, "I want to be so rough with you. I want to see you cry."

Despite myself. Despite him. Despite everything. His words made me shudder. His hands gripped my waist tightly.

Instead of being a fucking rational human being I decided to be an idiot and indulge him, "what else do you want, Warren?"

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and shut his eyes, "I want to make you beg and whine and I want to see your eyes glaze over when I make you come. I want to pull your hair and tell you what a slut you are while I fuck you. I want to hold you down and give you everything you want all at the same time."

I swallowed hard as he paused and went on.

"I want to clean you up and tell you what a good boy you are. I want you to need me and I want to treat you like a princess," his voice grew softer as he opened his eyes, "I want you to want me."

I breathed in slowly as my eyes watered, "Warren-"

He pulled me against him and buried his face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and dragged my fingers through his hair. Sobs wracked his body and it finally brought forth my own tears.

I held onto him as tightly as I could as we cried for each other. Deep down I knew the truth that I could never admit. I wanted it too. I wanted him to do every single thing he wanted to me. And what was worse was that the want and need I felt for Jakob was nothing in comparison.

It made me cry harder.

"Paige-" came a voice from the doorway. It was him. I turned my head in surprise and shook my head. Jakob seemed to get the memo and backed away quietly. Warren reared back.

"Who- who did you bring here?" He was tense again. He didn't feel safe.

"It's no one. A... friend I've made," I muttered with a shrug as he drew further away.

"Warren please," my lower lip wobbled, "don't go away from me again."

He looked conflicted as I held the sides of his head and leaned into him. Slowly, he pulled me down on top of him.

"I- I-" I stuttered and turned red as I stared down at him, "I want you to be rough and tell me I'm a good boy, too."

He clenched his jaw and threw his head back as swallowed, "you're such a good boy, Paige."

I shivered at his praise.

"You're so good," he groaned and held me against him as I pressed my face into his neck, "I want you on my cock so badly, babydoll. I want to fuck you so hard that you can't even walk without me."

I released a soft whimper as his erection poked against me.

"Warren," I cried and squeezed my legs together, "I c-can't."

"Please," he croaked and dragged his fingers through my hair, "please let me take care of you."

"I can't, Warren," I sobbed and hiccuped as I pulled away from him, "someone- s-someone else takes care of me now."

He clenched his jaw and tender his body to control his anger.

"Don't leave me again," he nearly begged me.

"I can't stay," I mumbled and pulled away, "I can't stay but I won't leave you."

I couldn't lie to myself. How could I ever move on without him? He would always be a part of me. He would always have a part of me.

"Lie down, Warren," I urged him and pulled back the covers, "Please, you need to rest."

He didn't move.

"Daddy, please," that caught his attention, "for me."

"Fine."

Five minutes later I was walking down the steps and wiping my eyes. Jakob was waiting for me there. He took me into his arms and kissed the top of my head gently.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked and rocked me back and forth.

"No. No, neither of us are okay," I admitted and squeezed him tightly, "I have to get him some blood bags. I doubt he's ingested anything but alcohol since I've been gone."

"Okay, little one. Just be careful."

My hands were shaking as I returned to Warren. I had three blood bags just in case.

He was still laying down when I arrived.

"You need to eat something, Warren," I sniffled and sat on the edge of the bed as I held a bag out to him. He looked at it in disdain.

"I don't want that," he scowled as I opened my mouth to argue, "I want you."

I chewed on my lower lip and looked at the closed door nervously.

"Warren-"

"Lock it if you want," he rolled his jaw as I did as I was bid. When I returned he yanked me down into his lap. I exposed my throat to him in submission and whined softly when he sank his fangs in. I fell against him and let him practically drain me dry. At least he was drinking in the first place.

When it got to be too much I pushed at him which only resulted in growling.

"Warren- Please, you're going to make me faint," I begged as he reluctantly released me and licked over the bite.

"Still hungry," he growled and squeezed my hips. I whimpered and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"That's why I brought blood bags," I sighed and handed him one.

He scowled at it, "it's not as good as you."

"That may be true but I'm not going to let you endanger my health anymore," I said tersely and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Fine," he sighed, "just stay with me for a little bit."

I rested my head on his shoulder as he sank his fangs into the bag and wrapped his arm around my waist. I hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep until my phone went off. I jolted awake and fumbled with it as Warren sipped from the second blood bag.

"Ah- hello," I gasped and rubbed at my eyes.

"Darling, is everything alright? You've been in there for an hour now and I was worried he might have done something," Jakob said softly.

"Um, no I'm okay, Jakob," I yawned, "he just wanted me to stay with him while he eats."

"And nothing is wrong?" He asked tentatively.

"No, I'll be finished soon. Will you wait for me?" I asked and rested my hand on Warren's shoulder.

"Of course, love. Be safe," he hummed and hung up.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket.

"Who was that?" He said lowly.

"The friend that drove me here," I answered nervously as his hand came to the back of my neck.

"A friend that calls you love?" He said dangerously and I tended up.

"You were giving me space, Warren. We should keep it that way," I squeaked as his slid his fingers into my hair.

"And I suppose he doesn't treat you like an object, hmm?" His voice had an edge to it. I was scared he'd do something stupid.

"No, he doesn't. Jakob is the only reason I've been able to function on my own," I said astutely even though I was absolutely terrified.

"If you needed that then why didn't you come back to me?" He hissed and dragged me closer.

"Because you're too controlling," I burst, "he lets me make my own decisions and be my own person."

"And I'm sure you call him Daddy too, huh?" Warren said darkly.

The shock must have shown on my face because he looked smug, "I- no- I never..."

"That's right, Paige," he hummed and kissed my ear, "I'm your Daddy you know it. You're mine and you always will be mine. You can mess around and pretend that you love him but you know that I'm the only one who can give you what you truly want."

I was shaking in his arms as he parted my thighs and drew me to straddle him.

"Wh-what do I want?" I faltered.

"Domination," he cooed, "no control."

I shivered against him as his hands dug into my upper thighs.

"No- I don't-" I stuttered and fisted his shirt in my hands.

"Yes," he cut me off, "you want to let me do whatever I want, don't you? You want to feel owned, Paige."

I was trembling like a wet kitten as his hand slipped up my shirt and skimmed over my ribs.

"Please, Warren," I whimpered, "not when he's downstairs."

Warren rolled his eyes and sighed, "fine."

I was still shaking when he removed his hand and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head and cradled my small body.

I needed Jakob.