Trigger, p.9
Trigger, page 9
***
“Remember the stage?” I ask her, finishing the strap on the cross that I’ve tied her to. I wanted the bed, but that’ll come later. This will do for starters.
“Yes, sir.” God damnit she’s a fucking natural.
“Remember how good I made it feel?” I snap a short whip over her tits and she belts out.
“Fuck, Trigger!” She shrieks and I slap it across her tight nipples again.
“Never,” I growl, slapping it over her other tit. “Speak to me like that again.” I whip the ends hard against her pussy and she moans, her body pulling at the restraints. “You’re out of practice, Sienna.” I walk across the room, leaving her in the dark on the cross. I need distance before I break my plan.
I need to remind myself why she’s here.
The girl destroyed my world.
It’s time I return the favor.
I just need to remember my fucking place in all this.
I grab a vibrator from the drawer and slowly pad across the room. God, I wish she could see how hot she is. How sexy she looks splayed out like this for me.
“Remember,” I say low, then turn on the vibrator and push it against her clit, making her gasp. “I’m in control.” The tiny electrical shocks being sent to her sensitive skin make her squirm and whimper. It’s not a lot, but just enough to prick her and keep her wanting on the edge of pain and pleasure.
“God,” she moans, yanking at her wrist restraints. Her tits are bright red where the whip hit her and her nipples are hard as diamonds. She’s glistening between her legs and the scent of her arousal has filled the room and fogged my mind.
I push harder on her clit, watching her body start to vibrate. Bringing her straight to the edge of orgasm. I wait until she starts to tense, her whimpers becoming more frantic, and then pull the toy away.
She sags at the restraints and without warning, I spin the cross, leaving her sideways and disoriented, on the fucking verge of an orgasm with no release. She’s panting, her fists tight and trembling. I can tell she wants to scream at me. She wants to tell me how much of an asshole I am.
But she doesn’t.
“You’re going to learn.” I touch it to her clit again, making her moan and cry out as I pull it away. “How I’ve felt these past few years.”
I walk away and drop the vibrator to the bed, then sit on the edge and glare at her from across the room.
Do I want to fuck her? Yes.
Do I want my release? Absolutely.
Do I want to watch her come undone from my touch? More. Than. Anything.
But payback’s a bitch.
“What!” She shrieks, pulling at the restraints. “Trigger!” She falls silent, breathing heavy and wriggling to get free.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you fall out of there you’re about ten feet off the ground. There will definitely be broken bones.” I smirk. She’s got no clue how close or far from the ground she is, but it’s enough fear to put her in her place and stop the wriggling.
Truth be told, I haven’t used this cross yet. It’s been more of an art piece than toy, but only because none of the girls I’ve brought here have consented to it. I’m sure it’s safe and sturdy. I paid the best of the best to come in and set this place up.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispers finally but I don’t answer.
I stare at her nipples, hard and pink with red streaks running over them. Each breath makes her tits rise and fall.
I unzip my jeans and shift, pulling them off and hearing nothing but the clunk as I drop them to the floor.
“Do you want to know what I’m doing?” I ask her. My fist starts to stroke myself slowly as I watch her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breaths. She licks her lips.
“No.” She lies.
“You’re a terrible liar, Sienna.” I grip my balls then spit on my hand and wrap it around my dick again, pulling and stroking, heat tingling up my spine.
“Let me go, Trigger.”
“Keep begging, it’ll get me off faster.” I hiss. “Yeah, baby, just like that.” I smirk when Sienna’s mouth pops open. “That’s right, mouth wide open.”
“Is there someone else here?!” She shrieks, yanking on the restraints again. “Trigger, who else is here?”
“Fuck, baby.” I ignore her panic and stroke myself harder. Faster. “God damnit.” I let myself have a release that means something once a month or so. This, though.
This.
This is more than a release that means something. This is an act I’ve been craving for years.
“Fuck,” I grunt and stand then walk over to the cross and spin Sienna upside down. She shrieks and huffs out a breath. “Open, Sienna.” My orgasm is waiting to explode but I need her mouth.
She clamps her mouth shut. I don’t have fucking time for this.
With my free hand, I grip her jaw with enough force to pop her mouth open, then grunt as my release spills into her mouth. Curse words don’t come close to the thoughts rolling through my mind when she wraps her mouth around my dick.
“Fucking fuck, fuck, Sienna.” I grunt and thrust my hips as I come down her throat and she moans on my cock.
When I pop out of her mouth, she’s grinning and licking her lips.
“There’s no one else here, is there?” She smirks and I stumble backwards. “You always did get off better when I was pissed.”
My nostrils flare and heat rises to my face.
“You fucked with me.” I shouldn’t be shocked, but she played it so well.
“Get me off this thing and I’ll fuck with you more.” She bites her lip and I spin her upright then grip her tits, the perfect size for my palms. She gasps, smirking and laughing like she won that round.
But she’s the one who still needs an orgasm .
And I’m the one in control.
“I would fucking love to, but the minute I let you go I have a feeling you’re running. And I haven’t gotten to the reason we’re here yet.”
“Then what is the fucking rea-” I slap my hand across her tit hard and she yells out. Taking a step back, I admire the red hint on her breast.
As I’m picturing all the torture I can put her through to finally reach the bliss of release, my phone starts ringing from my jeans. Perfect timing, too, because my mind was going into territory I’m not sure I’m comfortable with yet.
“Yeah,” I snap into my cell, turning my back to Sienna and trying not to get hard again.
“Your trip got pushed up,” my agent says.
“It’s eleven p.m.,” I growl. “You really thought now’s a good time to talk about this shit?”
“You leave in three days, Trigger. They’re paying you triple the amount they offered to show up early and work a local art program for kids.”
“Fuck!” I belt out and spin to look at Sienna on the fucking cross. Her ears have perked up and I know her mind’s wandering to where I’ll be going. When she’s getting out of here. Who I’m going with. “Three days?” I thought I had much more time with her but this just means I have to speed this process up.
Three days is enough time to make someone realize they’re living their life wrong, right?
“Yes. I’ll take care of all the paperwork, but you better be ready to leave in three days. Not six.” The fact that he thinks he has to treat me like a child pisses me off. I heard him the first fucking time.
“Fuck.” I huff, ending the call because fighting with him is useless. He’s the only one working on building my brand and this trip wouldn’t be happening without him.
“You’re leaving in three days,” Sienna says and I shake my head, thankful she can’t see the look on my face.
“I’ll be back.” I shove on my jeans and yank my shirt over my head. “I need out of here.”
“What the fuck do you mean you’ll be back?” She yanks at the restraints. “Let me fucking go, Trigger!”
I don’t respond to her. My brain’s short circuiting and I feel like I’m about to go crazy. I need air.
I stop by her, looking at her on this cross. This thing isn’t going to be comfortable. I need out for more than five minutes and she’s already been on there a while.
“Hold still.” I murmur, flipping a switch that unlocks the cross from the wall. I pull it out slowly from the base on the wall and use the system the engineers installed to lower her to a lying position.
“Trigger, you can’t leave me here.” She snaps at me and I grip her cheeks between my fingers.
“You’re going to remember to not talk back to me,” I growl, then let go of her face and move my hand to her sex. “And when I get back, this will be mine.” She moans and I smirk. “I promise you,” I whisper then trail off. I don’t know what I promise anymore. She’s fucked with my head so bad that I’m actually considering doing things I’ve never done before.
Like leaving for a two week long trip with a prisoner in my sex dungeon.
I push my lips to hers, a hard and forceful kiss that turns into something more when she kisses me back.
Even angry, pissed off, and full of need, she still kisses me like she’s mine.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I whisper, smirking, and practically bolt towards the door. The obscenities she’s yelling at me are adorable. Hilarious, sexy, and adorable.
Fuck, this is fucked up. This is so wrong. So fucking wrong.
I book it to my car, sucking in fresh air yet feeling like I need to get back to her. I need to get back to smelling her arousal. Fresh air feels stale after being around her for any length of time.
I slide into the driver’s seat, fists tight on the wheel, and start the car against my will. I’m more than torn. I’m pissed that it’s come to this. I’m pissed I was weak and I snapped. I’m pissed she’s being held against her will.
But mostly…I’m still pissed she’s not mine.
She was supposed to be fucking mine.
***
“Want some?” She holds out her sushi and I laugh.
“The answer doesn’t change each time you offer it to me.” I cringe, not understanding how she can eat this shit. I’ve been picking at my plate of rice the entire time we’ve been here to make it look like I’m eating lunch with her, but I don’t have much of an appetite. Ever. I eat to live, not the other way around.
“Well I’m trying to help broaden your horizons. You’ve been living on a diet of mac and cheese cups your entire life.” She laughs, her smile brightening the room. “I’m not sure how you stay so fit with all those carbs.” She nudges me and shoves the raw fish wrap in her mouth.
If she only knew why I stick to mac and cheese she wouldn’t be so happy right now.
I never learned to cook. I was never taught that food is something worth enjoying. I ate when he wasn’t home. I ate something that was fast and quick and didn’t make me too full because most of the time, if he caught me eating he beat it out of me.
God forbid a child steal food from his father.
“Hey, I want you to meet my parents and my brother.” She pokes at the food on her plate before quickly glancing up at me. “I mean, if you want to. I want you to. They…want to.”
“Sienna, I’m not-” She cuts me off.
“Just think about it. Please. I know you’re not a family type of guy. I know parents make you weird and trust me, from what I know about your life I totally get it. But I talk about you all the time to them. I love you, Trigger, and I want you in my life for as long as you’ll have me in yours. But my family is a huge part of me. They know how I feel about you isn’t just a school girl crush. And they’re dying to meet you. On your time, that is.”
Her eyes meet mine again and she shrugs.
“You talk about me to your family?” I’m not stupid. I know most normal families have relationships like she’s described to me. I know they talk, they brag, they ask for advice.
But just like she’s unable to be empathetic towards my situation, it’s the same for me. I have no clue what it feels like to have people in my life that love me unconditionally. I was never told ‘I love you’ growing up. No one told me they were proud of me, other than the time I managed to bring home enough cocaine to put food in the house for a few weeks. We didn’t do family dinners because it was just my dad and I and he never cooked. Ever. So understanding what it’s like to talk to family about feelings?
No, I don’t get it. And probably never will.
“All the time, yeah.” She laughs like it’s the stupidest thing she’s ever said. “I mean, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to freak you out.” She shakes her head. “Forget I said it.”
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine.
“You really want your family to meet the fucked up sex freak you’ve somehow fallen in love with?”
She laughs, making my heart beat faster.
“Yeah.” She nods, smiling. “But maybe don’t talk about the whole sex freak thing.” She looks around the restaurant, probably making sure no one heard her. “I’m not sure my brother or dad would appreciate knowing the things you did to me last night.”
I smirk, my eyes narrowing.
“When will this meeting happen?” I lean back, trying to look relaxed but she brought up last night and now all my mind wants to think about is her tied up and coming on my face again.
Jesus Christ, my girl is sexy.
“This evening?” She winces when she looks up at me again. “Dinner?”
I nod, clenching my jaw.
“If I say yes, can I take you back to my place right now and have a redo of last night?”
Biting her lip, she smirks and nods her head.
“Then the answer is yes.” I reach in my pocket and pull out two twenties. Money I should be saving for gas but I can’t let her pay for this meal. I’ll work overtime this week to try and get more clients to pay bills. “Let’s fucking go.”
***
I’m sitting in my chair, counting the minutes until I can go back there.
Back to her.
And then Kaden walks in.
“Why are you in my apartment at midnight?”
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Oh maybe because I locked my ex on a cross in my sex dungeon. Oh, you didn’t know I had one of those? Yeah. I do. So I locked her on it, fucked with her, didn’t let her come, spun her all different directions, came in her mouth, then left her while I came home to stare at my cat who wants me dead.
“I don’t,” I mutter. I can’t even begin to think about telling him what’s going on. As far as Sienna’s concerned, Kaden doesn’t know anything. Not anymore.
Ten minutes and I can leave. That’ll make it one hour since I left her. A painful hour. An hour of fighting with myself over what the next step is.
I should let her go. I should walk back in and untie her and let her go. But that’s such a waste when I feel like I haven’t even really gotten started yet.
“Left my wallet here earlier.” He waves it in the air and I shake my head. “Found it on the elevator. Thank god no one else lives here.”
I watch him walk towards a chair across the room from the one I’m sitting in and fall into it like he’s making himself comfortable.
“You have to leave.” I steeple my fingers in front of me, holding on to every ounce of patience as the timer on my phone counts down as slow as fucking possible.
“Why? What the hell’s wrong with you?” He looks around and his face lights up. “Oh man, do you have a chick here?” He leans forward in his seat. “Did you fuck someone?!”
“Shut the fuck up.” I shoot out of my chair, on edge and annoyed but he’s not doing anything wrong. It’s all me. I’m the fuck up here.
I fucking kidnapped a girl, tied her in my dungeon, and left her there! In the middle of the fucking night in a horrible part of town!
“Jesus,” he laughs and stands. “You need to get laid if you didn’t. Come on, let’s head out and grab a drink. Maybe you can bring someone back here.”
“I got plans.” I snatch my chiming phone off the chair and turn off the alarm then shove it in my pocket. “Time’s up, Kaden. Get the fuck out, I’ve got to go.”
Chapter 7
Sienna
I screamed until my throat was raw.
I tugged until I could feel the straps of this contraption digging into my flesh.
I shook my head to try and get the blindfold off until I was dizzy.
But nothing worked.
And now here I am. Whimpering, scared and pissed, and yet still somehow unbelievably turned on.
Pissed.
And did I mention hot and bothered?
I can’t believe I let him talk me into this. I guess it wasn’t really talking. It was pretty much forced on me, but I did have a choice.
I didn’t have to follow him out of that club. I didn’t have to come tonight. I should have known meeting up with him would lead to something that I shouldn’t be doing, but I would have never imagined that it would have led to this. Being tied on a spinning contraption and blindfolded so I don’t even know what the room I’m in looks like. Where I am isn’t my first worry right now, though.
Where he is, however, is.
It’s been dead silent in here since the door closed. What feels like eons ago was probably more like an hour, but it’s hard to tell time when your world’s been blacked out and you can’t move.
“Hello?” I call out. “I have to pee!” I scream.
I’m met with complete silence. I’d hear his breathing if he were here, right? I’d have heard something. A man can’t sit in a room and listen to a woman crying for an entire hour without being an animal.
And Trigger’s a lot of things, but he’s not an animal like that.
The first noise I hear since he left rings through the room, echoing off the walls and making my heart rate spike. Loud. Sharp. And quick.
Almost like a gunshot.
“Help!” I scream. “Someone help me!” I just want down from here!
Another two shots fire out and I go from trying to break free to trying not to be caught. There’s literally someone outside shooting people! Fuck. Where the hell am I? What the hell has he gotten me into?!
