Captive [MXM]

"Go to sleep, baby, you'll be sore tomorrow."

Fuck he was right. My asscheeks were on fucking fire. I winced and blinked slowly to wake myself up. At least I'd been sleeping on my stomach and not my back.

With a soft whimper I sat up and eased out of bed. Not only did my ass hurt but my thighs as well. With a grimace I pulled a bathrobe off of the bathroom door and slipped it on. I wasn't exactly keen on going to the kitchen half naked when Warren might still be around.

I yawned softly and ruffled my curls as I entered the kitchen. The smell of coffee greeted my nose as I looked up to find Warren filling a mug.

Today he wore a navy blue suit jacket with a black button up and matching leather shoes. His hair was parted and combed to the side very neatly but there were deep bags under his eyes.

I stepped into the kitchen and peered towards the living room where I could see the couch through the doorway.

"Did you spend the night?"

He put the pot back in its place.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Couch."

I gave it another scrutinizing look. There seemed to be no disturbance at all. Then I spotted his laptop open on the coffee table with a pen and sticky note pad beside it.

I narrowed my eyes at him and tugged on his tie to pull his face down to my eye level. Warren seemed a little bit surprised but didn't resist as I dragged the pad of my thumb under his eye.

"You didn't sleep at all. You just worked, didn't you?" I rolled my eyes and nudged him back.

"...yeah," he shrugged and leaned against the stove as I got another mug for my own coffee. "How's your ass?"

I pulled the robe tight around me. The question embarrassed me. I was simply going to pretend that nothing had happened.

"It's fine, no thanks to you," I said tightly and poured some creamer into my coffee.

"If I recall, you were the one that wanted to be spanked in the first place," he replied lowly and drew closer behind me.

I clenched my fists and jaw as frustration grew inside my chest.

"I'm not a freak. I don't like to be spanked," I hissed and folded my arms over my chest.

He was silent as he slowly drew his hands to my hips. I jerked in surprise but didn't turn around.

"Bend over, Paige," he said firmly and my eyes grew wide. He wasn't going to fuck me right now, was he? I hadn't pushed him that far, had I?

"W-Warren," I stuttered in a pleading tone. God, I really didn't want to be fucked in the kitchen this early. It had been months and I would need to be stretched and prepared and-

"Just do it, babydoll," he whispered gently in my ear and I very slowly bent over the counter. Warren made me squeak in surprise when he flipped the bottom of my robe and proceeded to tug my boxers down.

"Wh-what-"

"Hush, darling," he cooed and swept his thumbs over my cheeks. "Let me take care of you. Your ass is so red."

I blushed hard and buried my face in my arms.

"That's not my-" I jerked in surprise when he spread my cheeks apart suddenly. "Stop fucking teasing me, Warren. Just get whatever you want done and leave me alone."

He released a beleaguered sigh and I listened to the pop of a cap. Was that lube? It sounded like it. Was he actually about to fuck me?

A soft sigh bubbled from my lips when he wiped what felt like cream onto my sore ass. It was cold and pleasant against the heat. My eyelids began to droop with content as he continued to massage my ass cheeks with the cream. Eventually, I was startled awake when he began to pull my boxers back up.

"There we go, baby. I want you to stay home today," he whispered and kissed the nape of my neck. I squirmed and didn't move from my position.

"I have-"

"I already called off sick for you," Warren interrupted me.

"I'm not sick though," I said and turned around as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You need it," he remarked and placed his hands on his hips. I leaned against the counter and glared up at him.

"You need it," I burst and he fell silent. He looked away and then pulled on his collar so I could look at him at eye level, "if I can't go to work then you can't either."

"I don't recall you being the one who makes decisions around here," Warren said darkly but at this point I did have a semblance of control.

"You control every single thing about me, Warren," I whispered and I knew he'd like it. He loved being told he was in control, "now I want to make you do one little thing and that's all."

He sighed and let his eyes shut as I took him by the hand and walked back to my room.

When I emerged from the bathroom he was passed out on my bed. In comparison he made it look tiny. I sighed as I tied up the back of my hair to get it off my neck.

I reached out my hand to touch his shoulder, "War-"

I gasped when he caught my arm and jerked awake in surprise.

"Paige-" he gasped and blinked as he released me, "sorry, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes, "get up, I'm taking you home to your bed."

He groaned and took my hand as I heaved him up and led him out to his car.

"Gimme the keys," I remarked as he smiled at me.

"Who says you can drive my car?" Warren as and placed his hand on the roof beside my head. I folded my arms over my chest and gave him an unamused look.

"I says. Hand them over," I pursed my lips and put out my hand. Warren fished around in his pocket and held them out.

"Let me kiss you and I will," he mused and I blinked in surprise. He really couldn't go a day without making deals.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and tilted my head up as my eyes fluttered shut. However, he surprised me when his lips connected with my forehead and he pressed the keys into my palm. I stared in shock as he walked around to the other side of the car as I slowly unlocked it. Why hadn't he kissed me on the lips? He usually would've taken the chance to make out with me.

I hopped in and turned the ignition as we headed off to his manor. Warren leaned his head against the headrest and I jumped a bit when he placed his hand on my knee. I assumed it was probably just to make sure I was still there while he passed out. By the time we neared the end of the road at the gates I had grown used to the weight of his palm on my leg so when he removed it as he woke up it surprised me a bit.

He stayed quiet as we walked into the large estate and I led him up the stairs by his wrist. Surprisingly enough, he hadn't really resisted me so far. Usually he would absolutely say no to me taking control of anything. Maybe he really was tired.

I sighed and kicked the door shut behind us as I pulled the heavy velvet drapes closed and bathed the room in near darkness- save for the dim bedside lamp.

Warren stood by the bed with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks. I stared at him with apprehension as I slowly crept over to him. We were alone in his bedroom now. It was his domain and I was perfectly vulnerable to him. What might he make me do?

I swallowed my fears and wrapped my small fists around the lapel of his suit jacket and pulled him around to make him sit on the edge of the bed. The vampire watched me with a curious fascination as I pushed his jacket off and placed it on the mattress beside him. Next, my nimble fingers pulled through his tie and it went with the jacket.

I didn't really think about much as I began to unbutton his white shirt. My hands trembled ever so slightly at our proximity and the very obvious tension that was growing and growing with each passing second. When the final button had been plucked I exhaled softly and dragged his shirt off too. His undershirt would stay.

"Take off your shoes," I whispered in a hoarse tone. Warren leaned back and toed them off as I stared at his belt. Obviously that would go next. Warren liked to sleep naked but would wear his boxers if I spent the night- well, sometimes he would.

"Your..." I began and started to gesture at his belt and stopped myself. The belt was embarrassing. I knew it would make the tension boil over and so did he.

"Go ahead, Paige," he hummed and spread his legs so I could step closer. I sucked in a sharp breath as I placed my hand on the buckle and focused merely on unfastening it. When it was finished he held his hand up for me to stop so he could slide it out of the belt loops. I flushed red and looked away as he held it in front of him.

"Paige," he called and I reluctantly looked back at him, "do you want to give them to me?"

My breathing grew unsteady at the offer. He held the belt out in both hands. I... somehow I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted to see how it felt.

After a quiet moment I pressed my wrists against each other and placed them at the center. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he wrapped the leather around my wrists tightly. I could merely watch as he bound them and the yanked me forward so that I would fall into him.

I breathed in softly as he rolled me over and onto my back. He brought my bound wrists above my head and I nearly shuddered at the action. This was so embarrassing. Why in the world had I agreed to it?

"I want to hear you say it," he hummed and looked down at me with lidded eyes.

I blinked in surprise and then blushed harder at his implication.

"Warren-"

"Say it, babydoll," he urged and I rolled my lower lip between my teeth.

"That's weird, Warren- and embarrassing," I mumbled and turned my face to the side. He startled me when he gently pushed the hair away from my face.

"And why is that?" He cocked his head to the side with a small smile.

"B-because I don't have a daddy kink," I sputtered, "it's weird and wrong and I'm not into that sort of stuff."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I have a daddy kink too," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"That's because you're a creep," I pouted.

"So you're telling me you don't like this, then?" Warren narrowed his eyes, "you don't like it when I hold you down? ...force you down? You don't like being unable to move- completely at my mercy?"

His lips grazed my jaw and I fought to suppress my sick primal urges. Deep down I did like that but it was gross and wrong.

"Come on, Paige. Say it for me," he cooed and nipped at my ear. I sighed unevenly and let my back arch against him.

"Daddy," I whimpered at last as he slid my leg up his waist, "D-Daddy."

"Good boy, babydoll. What a good boy," he purred and kissed down my neck. "Now tell me what you want."

I blinked up at him in awe and rolled the word on my tongue, "I w-want. . . I want-"

The door slammed open and light poured into the room.

Lorcan stood in the doorway.

He looked worried as he nudged his head to the side and placed a hand on his hip.

Warren groaned, "I'll be right there."