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He was locked up for seven years, according to the men around us, so I’m sure he has no problem fucking a man. I can fuck him good, get on his good side, then convince him not to hurt me. He says he’ll let me go, but that’s what all the kidnappers say before they kill the person they kidnapped. I won’t tell anyone—I believe Prez when he says he’ll kill anyone and their families that rat Rax out—so he wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Would it work though? Rax doesn’t seem the type to let anything distract him from his goal. Even me crying outside of a busy Walmart didn’t fluster him enough to go elsewhere. He has a one-track mind, focused on himself and his escape. Maybe if I focus on him too, and his pleasure, he’ll let me go unharmed and won’t send anyone after me later.
It takes a moment to figure out what woke me. I couldn’t have been asleep long, as I’m still pretty tired. I shift again and my bladder screams. Fuck, I have to take a piss. I think back to the last time I used the restroom—it had to be over six hours ago. I’ve been so frightened that I haven’t paid attention to my body’s needs.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I sit up and see there’s a bathroom in this room, right across from me. Sighing happily, I start forward to the bathroom. Then I’m yanked off my feet, landing on my back with an “oomph.”
Rax gets between my legs, his uncuffed hand tight around my throat. I claw at him as best I can, my eyes wide with fear.
He gets close to my face, his nose almost touching mine. “Did you think I’d let you leave? Were you going to tell the cops where to find me? Sell me and my brothers out?”
I shake my head, still clawing at him. My legs saw under him and I encounter his thick erection again.
He lets my throat go enough so I can speak. I manage to squeak out, “Bathroom,” when I have a tiny bit of air in my lungs.
Rax narrows his eyes, then drops down, his full weight against me. My body responds against my will, my cock plumping up, even in this precarious position. I really need to seek therapy for my need for danger. “Are you lying to me?”
“No,” I mutter in a high-pitched voice. “I was going to the bathroom.” I’m an idiot because I forgot we were cuffed. I was so focused on my plan to get him in bed that I didn’t think of anything else until my bladder screamed to be emptied.
His rough hand rubs gently at my throat and a shiver runs down my spine, from fear or arousal, I’m not quite sure. Fuck me for liking to be tossed around by a powerful man. Men like Rax are the kinds of men I looked for when I went to St. Louis to get fucked.
Even though his hand is gentle on my neck, his eyes are hard and threatening. “Let’s go then.”
I’m not sure if he’s calling my bluff or what, but I had to try as hard as I could not to piss myself from fright when I was pulled back onto the bed.
Rax won’t have to worry that I’m lying. My bladder is still screaming at me, telling me if I don’t piss soon, I’ll have a mess between us.
He yanks me up and pulls me to the bathroom, standing me in front of the toilet. He undoes my jeans and looks at me expectantly.
“Can you turn around?” I ask. I might have performance anxiety and don’t want him to kill me if he thinks I’m lying.
The look he gives me answers my question before he says, “I’ve had to piss in front of other men for years. You can handle it once.”
Taking a deep breath, I pull out my flaccid cock—glad that it deflated after he yanked me to my feet—and stand in front of the toilet. One, two, three seconds pass and nothing. I start to get nervous, a little scared he’ll throw an arm around my neck and choke me to death.
Then, the magic feeling of release comes and I’m pissing. Rax grunts and turns his back. Guess since he knows I wasn’t lying, he doesn’t need to watch.
After I’m done, I move to wash my hands. Rax scoffs but allows me to pull my cuffed hand under the water to clean them.
When that’s done, he drags me to the bed where he picks his ever-present gym bag up and takes out a set of keys. He undoes the cuff from his hand, rubbing his wrist, then uncuffs mine.
He grabs my throat again and I gasp, my eyes dropping to his lips before I can stop myself. “Don’t you ever think about lying to me, understand?” I nod. “You heard what I did to get out of prison. It would mean nothing for me to bury you. Got that?”
“I got it, Rax. I told you; you don’t have to threaten me. I don’t want to die.” My hand is holding his wrist and his skin feels warm under my palm. If I’m not mistaken, I feel his pulse jump under my hand. Or maybe I’m pushing my thoughts of attraction on to him.
It definitely won’t be a hardship to try to get him in bed.
Racking my brain, I decide to give it a shot now. With shaking fingers, I rub his wrist lightly, hoping to get a rise out of him. His eyes narrow as he looks down at me then he drops his hand. I step closer, rubbing against his chest before I place my hand flat on his pec.
When Rax doesn’t step back, I take that as a good sign and go in for the kill. “I won’t lie to you. I will … I’ll do whatever you want, Rax. Anything.” I hope the innuendo is heavy in my tone. I’m not completely faking. I want to be free—more than anything—but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t run through my mind—mainly before he kidnapped me—that he would be a good lay. After I felt his huge dick against me, I’m almost vibrating to feel it.
Rax glides his hand back to my throat, squeezing gently as he pulls me closer. I stand on my tiptoes when he keeps drawing me forward, my breath coming out in sharp puffs. Is it working? Is he going to kiss me? Tease my mouth with his?
No, of course not.
In a gravelly, taunting voice, Rax says, “I’ve been locked up for seven years and didn’t fuck a man’s ass once, no matter how often it was offered to me. What makes you think I want yours?”
My confidence deflates and I drop back on my heels, pulling away from Rax. I blink my eyes quickly, trying to stave off the tears that threaten to leak. Fuck, that’s all I had. That’s the only leverage I could use. I was stupid to assume he’d fucked men just because he was in prison. There are women guards in all male facilities and what’s more, he could have abstained from sex altogether. I’m a fucking idiot.
