Trapped

ARIANNE

I was in a place I didn't belong.

I was in a club at one in the morning, a club I was forced to come. At first, I didn't want to but after a long day of switching jobs and working my ass off, I needed something to get me off. And the club was definitely not working.

I sipped my drink as I checked my phone. I'd been doing that for the past thirty minutes since I left home and honestly, the bartender had been shooting me weird glances over and over because of my odd addiction.

Seriously, who'd come to a club and sit on a spot—at the bar—doing something a rational person would frown at. Unease was written all over my face as I kept staring at my phone while seldomly chewing on my bottom lip. One would think I had a boyfriend I was stalking because I didn't trust his loyalty. But it was true. I was worried.

About my sister.

We had a big argument in the morning before she went to school and she came back with blood on her shirt. There was no cut on her body—I made sure of that when she was fast asleep. She wouldn't tell me what happened. Hell, she wouldn't even talk to me.

“Are you expecting someone?” The bartender finally grew some balls to ask me with a polite smile on his face.

I shook my head, pulling a tight smile before gulping down the remaining content of my cup. I had no strength to start a conversation with a stranger who was doubting my sanity. He probably wanted to find out what was wrong with me or ease me of whatever was bothering me. Whichever he wanted to do, I wasn't in for it.

“So you're worried about someone.” He said, nodding to himself before picking my cup when I didn't say anything. “Do you want another one?” He asked. I wanted to shake my head and take my leave since the club was doing everything but wearing my stress away but the greed I inherited from my father wouldn't let me so I nodded.

“Last one.” I croaked out.

He nodded and turned. I returned back to my phone, checking to see if there was a problem she couldn't handle and needed my help. But there was none. Riley had been uptight since she was a kid and murdering and cutting up  a human would be less exhausting than trying to get her to open up to you.

It got to a time I stopped worrying about her and let her do whatever she wanted, keep whatever she wanted to herself as long as she'd tell me when a problem got out of hand. But apparently, my psychopath sister thought a blood on her shirt was not enough to get me worked up and mad.

I glanced over to the bartender who was taking longer than usual to fill my cup. When his eyes met mine, he gave me a rictus smile and his hands shook a bit as he walked and pushed the cup towards me.

I slid him a suspicious glance, quirking a brow but he ignored me and turned away. Being the overly observant person that I was, I knew he was nervous but I had no idea what it was about. Was it about my drink?

I lifted the cup to my face, staring at it like it'd grow pumped pink lips and whisper what he did to my drink. But did he do something to my drink though? Bringing my cup to my mouth, I settled my focus in the corner of my eyes, waiting to see if he'd glance my way but he didn't. He just kept on mixing whatever-God-knows to the man in front of him.

Labelling myself as an award winning over thinker, I let the drink slip into my mouth slowly, immediately dropping the cup when I saw a text from my sister.

RILEY: I'm fine. Where the hell are you?

A smile crawled up my lips as I replied.

ME: Somewhere you shouldn’t. Why? You need big sissy?

It took a long moment before she replied and I was sure she was cringing out.

RILEY: Eww gross. No. Bye

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips as I fixed my eyes on the text. It was Riley's way of reconciling and I was glad she talked to me even if I knew I was never getting an explanation for the blood.

Sighing, I brought the cup to my lips again, my heart dropping when a wave hit me deep in my core. I squeezed my eyes shut, the cup still on my lips as I tried to regain my senses. I was never anticipating the roller-coaster  my eyes signed up for when I opened my eyes, making me slam my cup on the counter sluggishly. The content spilled out of the cup and unto my hand, pouring on the counter before rolling off.

My surroundings started spinning and an ache developed in my core. Pinching my brows, I clutched my abdomen and threw a glare at the bartender who was trying so hard not to meet my gaze.

Motherfucker!

Realising I had been drugged, I shot up from my seat before it got out of control. I didn't have the strength to stay back and argue with him because I knew he didn’t have enough courage to drug me. Someone sent him to drug me with something that was giving me a minimum head spin and maximum core ache.

Dragging myself through the sea of people while constantly glancing back to see if someone was coming to haul my ass and shove it in a car, I ended up climbing the stairs. I knew I wouldn't make it home and would only be risking my life if I went home. I walked a few steps as I tried to hold myself up, the ache starting to morph into something liquid between my thighs.

What the fuck was I drugged with?

Squinting my eyes, I pushed myself into a door on my right and entered. At first I assumed it was a bathroom but seeing a long furnished black table and a chair across obviously proved me wrong. All I knew was that the room-looking-office seemed really cosy, empty and dim and I didn't have it in me to explore.

Not when there was a fucking pool in between my legs and I was feeling like a stone age slut.

I walked to the sofa few steps away from me and sank into it, closing my eyes as I tried to ease the ache in my tummy. Whoever sent that darn bartender probably wanted to rape me because there was a ninety-five percent chance I was drugged with a rape drug. They wanted to drug me and sleep with me but they wanted my body to comply and like it at the same time.

Fucking nominees for the assholes of the year!

Minutes later, I shut my eyes, fighting against the urge to touch myself and ease myself of the throbbing ache in between my legs.

“Damnit.” I groaned out as I tried to keep my hands to myself, not letting what they gave me control me. As much as I liked to touch myself, my pride wouldn't let me and I didn't know If I should be grateful for that.

I bit my lip, hard enough to draw blood as I squeezed my thighs together with every force residing in me but it seemed the pool I was forcing back travelled to my eyes because I started crying.

I was a minute away from bringing my hand down to push my thong aside when the door opened.

I jerked up, my legs wobbly from the force as I tried to settle my eyes on the frame in front of me. I closed my eyes, shaking my head to get rid of my blurry vision before opening them.

At first, I thought he was the one who drugged me and was probably here to drag me away but the thought quickly drowned out when he stood still, the door closing on its own as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

I swallowed, trying not to react to his burning gaze on my skin. “I–I'm—” I paused to clear my groggy throat but he spoke up before I could even formulate any word.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy, calm and collected and it did absolutely nothing to soothe the ache in between my legs. If anything, his voice worsened it. I tried to look past my arousal to see his face clearly but I could only see the outline of his face and his broad figure.

“Shit.” I cursed. I wasn't sure why I said that but it was probably out of frustration.

Hold on, what was his question?

“I'm sorry, what did you say?” I asked, trying not to groan between the sentence or sit down.

He walked closer and stopped few inches from me, his fresh cologne hitting my nostril. He was barely close and the heat radiating from his body was enough to set a house on fire. I tried not to clench my thighs and the more I tried not to, the more I found myself doing that. Damn, I didn't even drink the whole cup and yet I was so fricking aroused. Were they trying to kill me when they gave me a full cup? What if I'd drank the whole thing?

“You look like you're in need of help.” The voice came again, hitting me somewhere deep and I couldn't help the air my nose sucked in.

Yes, please.

“No, I don't. I just need a pl–ace to sit for a while.” I lied and I surely groaned in between the sentence. Although I couldn't see his face clearly because of the dim room and blurry vision but I was sure he cocked a brow.

I tried to move away from him because his presence was fuelling the cramps rather than helping and I didn't trust my current situation. I needed to be filled and I just might grab him without realising.

“Please stay away.” I groaned, clenching my thighs as I held out my hand. God, I wouldn’t be able to contain this embarrassment tomorrow morning.

Surprisingly, he grabbed the hand I held out and I jumped, immediately responding to the adrenaline coursing through every part of my body. I trapped my lip in between my teeth to stifle the moan his touch generated but I couldn't control the eyes that closed out of my own will.

Ugh, only his touch on my skin was making me wild. Was it because he seemed attractive or an organ was the one thinking for me instead of my brain? Probably kidney.

Suddenly, I found myself moving closer to him, his hand still on mine and the other still in his pocket. I swallowed, having absolutely no idea what my body was making me do but I complied anyway.

He didn't move as I worked my hand from his hard chest to his stomach and I was grateful for that.

“You're on drugs.” He pointed out and I smiled, thankful that he knew I wasn't acting on my own.

“I know.” I whispered, my tone soft as I pried his shirt open, running my fingertips on his skin and closing my eyes at the sensation I was bringing myself. He was so hot, tensing beneath my fingertips and I just couldn’t stop myself. “And you know just what I need.”

“You're not in your right senses. Leave while I'm being nice.” He warned huskily, his voice deeper and I shivered at the timbre that tore through his vocal cord.

I knew he wanted what I needed. He would have pushed me away If that wasn't the case but he didn’t. I just needed to push him a little bit more and use him to get off. I hoped I would never see him again because I'd feel like a goddamn slut for throwing myself at him.

I inched forward and planted a kiss on his neck, smiling when his grip tightened on my hand.

“You don't want to do this.” He warned, his voice dangerously low, turning me on the more.

“Oh yeah?” I murmured in his ear and let my hand glide down to his abdomen, pausing a little to rethink my action. But it seemed I had no piece of brain left because I had no idea when my hand got past his abdomen to his bulge. 

He seemed to draw in a sharp breath to control himself but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted him to treat me like the whore I was feeling. It was the first time I'd let myself get used but I didn't have enough conscience to feel bad for it.

Wanting to get rid of his control, I closed my hand on his bulge, giving it a slight squeeze. His grip on my hand tightened, almost bruising as his breath hitched. Leaning down closed to my ear, I shut my eyes as he whispered into it, his voice dripping with desire.

“I am no gentleman, girl. And if you do that again, I'm not responsible for what happens next.”

Oh, please!

Not thinking twice, I pressed my hand again, rubbing and squeezing it tighter as my pussy throbbed, mostly in excitement. His body stiffened as I did that and I could feel all his muscles tensing.

Just when I thought he was going to have his way with me, he moved away from me and dropped my hand. All hope and excitement washed away as I watched him walk to the door, the rejection hitting me so hard my blood boiled. What the fuck? Was he married or what? He could have just said he wasn't inte—

“Whatever I do to you in here,” he started as he locked the door. “Remember it’s clearly what you brought upon yourself.” He continued, now removing his belt. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly running dry at the action. “You’ll take it and you won't complain.” He completed as he started walking to me. “Now sit.”

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