Captive [MXM]

I'd tried to call Warren back and he straight up didn't answer me. Texting hadn't worked either. I even went as far as emailing him. No response.

The cool metal of the ring brushed against my bare chest and it made my stomach sink with worry. The last time Warren went silent he nearly killed himself with alcohol. I couldn't let him hurt himself like that again. Especially not with all the confusing things I was feeling about him. If he fucking died before I figured things out then I would murder him again.

A knock at my door brought me out of the clouds and I went to answer it. Jakob was waiting for me with a smile.

"Hey, baby," he cooed and kissed me on the top of the head.

"Hi, Jakob," I couldn't call him Daddy right now. Not after what it did to Warren.

"I got these for you, do you mind changing?" He asked and shut the door behind him, "there a piece of optional clothing, though."

I furrowed my brow but nodded anyway as I headed to the bathroom. I laid everything out on the sink and pulled the sheer white button up on before realizing what he meant by 'optional clothing'.

I poked my head out of the door, "Jakob?"

He walked down the hall, "what is it, love?"

"You want me to wear these?" I blushed and showed him the underwear.

He gave me a wide grin, "they're optional, but I'd like it very much."

"Are we going to a club?" I asked and opened the door to the bathroom all the way.

"Yep," he nodded, "do you want help changing?"

I blushed and pulled him in, "uh-huh."

Jakob smiled and began to undress me as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

"So I'm assuming it's a BDSM club? It's not Sage's, is it?" I asked tentatively as he pulled my pants and underwear down my legs.

"It is, but this club is owned by an associate of mine. His name is Matthias," he shrugged, "he's a Daddy too."

"But you weren't a Daddy before me," I mumbled and cocked my head to the side.

"Well no, I was just a normal Dom. I didn't do the Master-Slave or Daddy-Baby dynamic," Jakob said nonchalantly, "but I'd gladly be your Daddy, baby boy."

I smiled as he pulled the panties up my legs and then the tight-fitting black shorts. He tucked in my shirt and slowly straightened the collar for me.

When he was done I let my arms drop to my side as I looked up at him, "how do I look?"

He gave me a once over and hummed his approval, "divine."

I turned pink and took his hand as he led me out to his car. Something felt off in my chest.

When we got there I was very nervous. The shorts weren't unreasonably short but I was still feeling a little bit self- conscious. The fact that I was wearing this kind of thing and with him definitely showed who I belonged to and while I might have loved that feeling from Jakob a week ago, now it seemed lackluster.

I placed my hand in his as we walked into the building and stuck close to his side. Inside was dark and loud and crowded. I squeezed his palm tightly as we maneuvered through the people and towards a stairwell. We headed up a floor and down a dark hallway with a deep red carpet.

Jakob stopped at one of the doors and rapped on the door, "it's Evanston."

"Hold on," a man called from the other side and we waited patiently for a few minutes before he spoke up again, "come in."

Jakob pushed inside and I found that it was an office. Sitting at the sleek black desk in the center was a man with very scary eyes and a boy with a flat expression standing beside him.

"I see you've brought your Sub, Jakob," the man remarked and leaned back in his chair.

"I thought I'd bring him along for the club experience," Jakob shrugged and took one of the seats in front of the desk. I took the other.

"Well I can see you haven't trained him," he gave me an unimpressed look and I turned pink in embarrassment.

"He can sit beside me if he wants, Matthias. I'm not that strict," Jakob waved his hand with a sigh, "so you told me about an opportunity?"

So this was the friend that owned the club. He was a Daddy? I'd be scared of him if he were my Daddy.

"You want him here?" He asked skeptically in reference to me.

"Just don't be graphic," Jakob winced and I let my eyes wander around the room in distraction.

"There's a special client looking for something equally special," he began and dragged his fingers through his hair.

"Can I have a name?" Jakob asked and folded his legs over one another.

Matthias paused for a moment, "there's a Sylvonovich in the building."

Jakob sat up immediately, "Branch?"

Matthias shook his head and said seriously, "Head."

Jakob paused for a moment and glanced over at me, "we might have to be alone."

Matthias shrugged and looked at the boy who'd been standing beside him this whole time.

"Don't take him too far, Mateo," he instructed and the boy rolled his eyes but motioned for me to follow him. I hesitantly stood up and looked at Jakob. He gave me a little nod and I headed after the boy.

He walked pretty quickly down the hall and to a room at the end. I scrambled after him and shut the door softly behind us. Inside was a minibar, pool table, and various couches and chairs. He immediately went for the alcohol. I tentatively stood by the door.

"What are you doing?" He snapped and poured himself a glass, "sit down."

I took a step forward and debated sitting at the bar or on one of the couches.

"Never mind, you're one of those, aren't you? Have a seat at the bar," he waved his hand and downed the drink in one gulp before pouring another.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked and hopped up on the stool.

"A submissive that can't do anything without being told to do it," he rolled his eyes and dragged his fingers through his dark hair.

"I'm- I'm not even a good submissive. I don't need to be told what to do. You just seem upset and I didn't want to overstep my bounds," I defended myself and folded my arms over my chest. He took another drink.

"I am upset, thank you for noticing unlike fucking Matthias," he groaned and shook his fist.

"What happened?" I asked tentatively and placed my hands on my thighs.

"Well before you two showed up I was busy getting my guts rearranged and then he goes 'It's Evanston' and Matthias is all 'clean yourself up'," he rolled his eyes, "so I'm fucking pissed because I really want to be getting my brains fucked out right now but your stupid boyfriend is in there."

I blushed at how crude he was and bit the inside of my cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know," I put my hands up in surrender, "is he your... Dom?"

Mateo gave me a scathing glare, "I might call him Daddy when we fuck but nobody owns me and nobody ever will."

"Oh," I whispered stupidly and tried to change the subject, "how old are you?"

He sighed and drank the rest of his alcohol, "nineteen."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was older than him.

"Then why are you drinking?" I blinked and then another thought occurred to me, "wait, how old is Matthias?"

"No one can tell me not to get drunk," he waved his hand nonchalantly, "and he's turning thirty-two in a couple months."

I blinked in surprise, "that's over a decade older!"

Mateo gave me a sly grin, "you can't disagree that older men are much better in bed. Give me the name of one guy your age that has made you come like your boyfriend."

That was like three consecutive blows all at once.

"Um, we haven't had sex," I flushed and rubbed the back of my neck.

He furrowed his brow, "what are you? A virgin? That would explain so much."

"Well no I'm not a virgin either," I bit the inside of my cheek with a shrug.

He looked at me for a moment, "spill."

I blinked in surprise, "spill what?"

"Your beans, I wanna know," he nodded and pulled down another glass as he poured me some.

I looked down at it and began to refuse and then let my shoulders slump. What the hell, I needed advice anyways.

"So there's this guy," I began, "and I met him when I was seventeen and he's basically my stalker at this point because I really hate his guts. He still controlled my life up until a couple months ago. Then we got into a fight and he decided to give me some space. That's when I met Jakob and we started dating. Now this guy is back in my life again and he's trying to change for me."

Mateo looked skeptical but allowed me to continue.

"But the catch here is that he's also the only guy I've ever had sex with and it's really, really, really good. So when I try to have sex with Jakob I keep thinking about him and then I can't go through with it," I sighed and took a swig, "but now I think I'm getting feelings for him again and losing the feelings I have for Jakob. And Warren is upset with me because he found out that I call Jakob Daddy too and-"

"Wait, holy shit did you say Warren? Warren Petrov?" He blurted and jumped back in surprise.

"I- you know him?" I asked and furrowed my brow.

"Are you fucking Paige?" He asked and still seemed shocked.

I was growing more and more confused, "um, yeah? You know me?"

"Oh my god, Jakob is an idiot. He knows you're off-limits. You need to leave before Matthias gets a shit storm from Clark," he panicked and stepped further away from me.

"Wait, stop!" I said and he paused, "what are you talking about?"

Mateo eyed me warily, "you don't know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I blinked and shook my head. He slowly stepped back up to me.

"I guess you should know then," I he sighed and leaned against the bar, "Warren is notorious in our community. He's not the biggest tycoon by any means but he's known as being one of the most ruthless and protective bosses around because of you."

My jaw dropped in surprise.

"The bosses can get together in neutral places like Sage's restaurant or club to discuss matters that concern them all or agree to certain off-limits items. A couple years back Warren put you on the table. Of course they all laughed it off and said no but it was a huge mistake on their part. After that they knew you were his weakness some attempts were made."

Mateo sucked in a soft breath, "Warren wiped out a third of the families in this area- the mob kind of families- in a matter of weeks all because he heard rumors and whispering that they were planning on nabbing you. Ever since then you've been a top priority off-limits person to anyone affiliated with the families. What this also means is that if a family kidnaps you, hurts you, or tries to take you from Warren in any way then he and every other family around has sustainable reason to wipe them out completely."

I was shocked and numb at this news. Was this why I could never seem to befriend anyone? Because I was 'off-limits'?

"Wait, but Warren couldn't do that to Jakob, right? He said he's not in the same kind of business," I whispered.

Mateo gave me a flat look, "Paige, don't be stupid. Of course he's in the business. Warren could pull the off-limits card any time he wanted and Jakob would be dead within the hour."

Fear pierced my body.

"I- I didn't know any of this," I was nearly shaking with dread and shock.

"I can tell," he sighed, "it's a good thing you're losing feelings for Jakob anyways because if Warren spontaneously decides that he wants you back then Jakob can't refuse or he risks annihilation."

This was much worse than I thought.