Page 26 of Brutal Captivity

“Fucking shit, Cali. Jesus. You’re so hard. Feel so good. Fuck.” I pinch Callisto’s nipple again. He hisses, gripping my hips so tight, they will probably bruise. It doesn’t hurt. I have been through worse, and this feels far too good to hurt. The only thing that currently hurts is my dick. It’s painfully hard, sheathed in my underwear and jeans, the zipper pressing firmly against the vein on the underside of my shaft. It’s just on the side of uncomfortable, but I keep the pressure, the friction feeling far too good to stop.

“So close,” Callisto whimpers, dropping his head to the arm rest. His other arm is trapped under my body, and my arm is under his head. We are so tangled at this point, I’m not sure our limbs will ever come undone. I don't know if I want them to. I would gladly stay with Callisto in this moment of pleasure forever, but that won’t happen because I am also hurdling closer to my orgasm.

“Come on, Princess. Come for me. So close. Come with me. Fuck. Please,” I beg, the words coming out choppy with my heavy breathing.

Our hips move faster, not in sync anymore, both of us chasing our releases. I almost kiss Callisto, his red lips slick with spit and looking edible, but I refrain. Instead, I wrap my hand around his neck, pressing my thumb and index finger right under his jaw. I almost let muscle memory take over from our first kiss. Almost use my hand to bring his lips to mine, but I don’t. I won’t.

I should never kiss Callisto again. I shouldn’t be doing what I’m currently doing, but I’m too far gone to stop. It should stay what it is, though, a way to get off. Kissing is too intimate, too personal. So, no. I will not kiss him again, ever. It was a slip up during a moment of passion, that is all. This though. This is a way to get off. A very fucking effective way.

“Lee. Fu--” I squeeze his neck harder, cutting off his maybe curse word. He manages to get out a garbled moan through his restricted windpipe. His fingers dig into my ass, his pink lips parted and his green eyes staring at me in disbelief. His body shakes and twitches, and I know he’s coming.

I buck twice more, shaking as my orgasm hits my body, knocking me off my axis and rocking me to the core. It feels as though it is never ending, pleasure erupting from every single pore. I moan into Callisto’s neck, the curls tickling my nose as I release my hand from his neck and splay it over Callisto’s rapidly beating heart, a smattering of chest hair below my fingertips.

We are both breathing heavily against one another, slowly coming down from our highs as realization creeps into my brain. Holy shit. What the fuck was I thinking? What have I done? No. This is… no. I move away from Callisto, carefully getting off the couch. My left arm tingles, having fallen asleep under his head.

I chance a glance at Callisto, whose green eyes are wide, looking just as horrified as me. Fuck. This was a big fucking mistake. I don’t spare another glance or a word to him as I go up to my room to change and wash away the evidence of my misdeeds. I know it’s crazy, but I almost feel like Peadar will be able to see the mistake etched on my skin. As if my own cum has branded me in some irrevocable way simply because it was Callisto who pulled it from me. Fuck.

thirteen

“Yeah. That’s the street name he gave me yesterday.”- Callisto

Friday Morning…

Afamiliarvoicebreaksinto my subconscious. I immediately recognize it as Nico’s. I must have overslept and Nico is yelling at me to get up. I reach up to rub my eyes, my fingers digging into them, trying to scrape away the tiredness that still weighs down my body. I slowly start to remember the last few days. They weren’t dreams. This isn’t my room. Leo. Last night. Wait. Why is Nico here? Was I imagining Nico’s voice?

“Callisto. Wake up,” Nico says again, and nope. Definitely Nico’s voice. I groan, lowering my hands to peer at Nico through squinted eyes.

The room is bright, too bright, and I feel hungover. I have no idea why. I haven't had a drop of alcohol, but I felt drunk on Leo last night. I still can’t believe I did that. I got off grinding against a criminal, coming in my borrowed pants. Leo looked disgusted with himself afterwards, practically running to shut himself in his room. I was mortified. So embarrassed with myself and my actions.

“What are you doing here?” I ask when Nico’s face finally comes into focus. His features are soft, scruff grown out on his face. When I finally come to my senses, realizing it's not a dream and Nico is actually intact and in front of me, I jump up from the bed and throw my arms around my friend, enveloping him in a tight hug.

Nico chuckles, strong arms wrapping around my back, squeezing. I could cry seeing Nico, healthy and right in front of me. I was so worried about him.

“Daron dropped me off a few minutes ago. He and Sully had to do something for Peadar. They told me to stay here with you, the guards outside have been given strict orders to keep an eye on us.” Nico’s breath is warm in my hair.

“Are you okay?” I rear back to get a good look at my friend. He looks okay, maybe a little tired, but still intact.

“Yeah. Daron is nice enough for a kidnapper, I suppose. Are you?” Nico’s forehead creases with worry.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I respond, and I am, physically. Emotionally and mentally is a different story, completely.

“What’s on your face? And your hand?” Nico asks, pointing to my hand.My hand?My brows dip with confusion. I look down, finding the smudged dots on my left hand. I’d hate to know what the teardrop on my face looks like. I didn’t even bother looking in the mirror when I went to bed last night. I took off my clothes, wiped the cum off my groin and climbed into bed, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.

“Oh. Lee took me on a field trip yesterday. He had to make me look the part, so he gave me some fake tattoos,” I explain, looking at Nico again.

“Lee?”

“Oh. Yeah… I meant Leo… obviously.” My cheeks heat up at the slip.

I tell him that I am going to take a quick shower, then I’ll make us something to eat. I don’t know why, but this house has begun feeling like my home. I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought. Captivity is getting to me. It’s the only explanation. I shower, scrubbing the grease pencil off my face and hand. I change into some clothes Leo had left for me in the bathroom. I’m surprised he even bothered.

“He doesn’t have much to make. I think he has some eggs and bacon, and there’s a loaf of bread in the pantry.” I walk into the kitchen. Nico sits at the counter, watching me with curious eyes.

I go to the fridge with the intention of opening it, but something catches my eye. A folded-up piece of paper is stuck to the stainless steel by a magnet that boldly reads: save a lollipop, suck a dick. My jaw drops slightly; I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. It’s so undeniably, aggressively Leo.

“What’s that?” Nico asks.

“I guess Leo left a note for me.” I stare at the paper.