2. Sophia
TWO
Sophia
I smooth down the short red dress as I climb out of the taxi, pulling it a little so it doesn’t display the red thong underneath. It’s another Friday night, and I’m looking for a release. More specifically, I’m seeking another nobody to get me off.
From the moment I walk into Caged, I search the crowd for the perfect guy. He has to be attractive, but more than anything, he has to be able to take direction. I need someone who will do exactly as I say.
After years of being told what to do by my family, I crave control. There will be a time in the not-so-distant future, after I’ve finished university, when I’ll have to go back and follow my father’s orders again. Until then, I’m living the life I want.
I get a drink from the bar and take a seat in a booth by the window, giving me a great viewpoint to take everyone in. A young guy catches my eye, standing over by the bar.
He’s cute with spiky blond hair and a dimpled smile. He looks like he might have some muscles hiding underneath the arms of his T-shirt, but not too many.
The thing that draws me to him is that he seems shy. He only talks when someone speaks to him, like he’s trying not to be the centre of attention. I hate alpha males, and by the looks of it, he’s the furthest you can get.
I take another sip of my drink, preparing to go over to him, when someone slides into the booth next to me, blocking me in. His arrival catches me off-guard, and I scoot backwards, confused as to why he’s here.
The man turns to look at me, and my heart races. Everything about him screams danger, but there’s also something that makes my stomach flutter.
He looks to be several years older than me, and even sitting down, I can tell he’s much taller than my five-foot-four height. He’s wearing a dark suit with a white shirt, leaving the top couple of buttons unfastened.
His hair is jet-black, and he’s styled it to look messy, like someone has run their fingers through it in an incredibly sexy way. He’s got stubble across his jawline, and I can’t help but wonder how fucking amazing that would feel scratching against my thighs.
I shiver at the thought, and those dark-brown eyes of his seem to get darker, making them look almost obsidian. And that’s just his face, don’t get me started on the hard muscles I can see beneath his strained shirt.
Tall, dark, muscular, and dangerous—this man is everything I should run from, yet I find myself frozen in his presence.
His deep, raspy voice pulls me out of my trance-like state. “You don’t want to mess around with a boy like him. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” he says, nodding his head towards the boy I’d been eyeing up.
There’s something about his cocky, overly-confident attitude that makes me want to rebel. “I’m not interested,” I snap, whilst my body is laughing at my blatant lie.
He seems to be fighting back a smile as he leans a little closer to me, and I ignore the way my breathing stutters. “I think you’re very interested. I’d guess that by now, your knickers are dripping wet.”
My eyes widen as my eyebrows disappear into my hairline at his forwardness. My cheeks flush as I think, he’s right .
“You’re disgusting,” I spit, hoping he believes me. “Leave, before I call security.” I lift my nose in the air, trying to look haughty and threatening, so we can avoid talking about my damp knickers.
His lip tilts into a smirk, like he can hear my thoughts. “If I’m so disgusting, why can’t you take your eyes off me? I bet you’re even imagining what I’d look like on my knees for you, aren’t you?”
His obsidian eyes are sparkling with the challenge, and there’s no way I can back down now. Even as I pull myself up to sit a little straighter, I can’t help wondering how the hell he knows what I like to do with men?
Twisting my face into my best sneer, I snap back at him. “I’m guessing you’d be terrible at it. I’d have to go home in desperate need of my vibe.”
I try not to think about how many nights that has been my sad reality. Sometimes, no matter how much I try to direct them, or if I just do it myself, I simply can’t reach the climax I crave, so I have to go home and rely on my vibe that never lets me down.
Mr Tall, Dark, and Dangerous laughs, and when he finally looks at me again, his eyes are full of heat. “That’s where you’re wrong, Kitten. Not only would I give you everything you crave and more, you’d never want to go home.”
A shiver ripples down my spine, heating my core at the sexy promise in his words, and I have to fight against rubbing my thighs together to alleviate the throbbing ache between them.
Although his words, and the deep rasp to his voice, turn me on like nothing has before, I do everything I can to avoid letting him see that. I shake my head defiantly as I scowl at him.
“Not possible. You’re all talk, probably to compensate for your tiny cock.”
I’ve barely gotten the last word out when he reaches over and grabs hold of my wrist, squeezing it hard enough to bruise, and I yelp from the shock. He then drags my hand towards him as he shuffles closer, until there’s almost no gap between us.
He pulls my hand down into his lap, forcing me to grip his hard cock. Even through his trousers, it’s impossible to miss how big he is. Since he’s making a point, he drags my hand from the base to the tip, emphasising his size in a way that can’t be argued with.
As soon as he lets go of my wrist, I pull my hand away, but I can still feel the heat from him lingering on my flesh. I glare at him, but he doesn’t seem to pay me any attention.
“Now, shall we get that drink and talk?”
I don’t know what the hell comes over me, but I nod my head in agreement. I ponder what the fuck I’m doing, and what the hell is wrong with me, as I watch him walk to the bar to get our drinks. I’m very aware that now would be the time to run, yet I’m still sitting here when he returns with our drinks.
He looks smug as fuck when he sees me still sitting there. He hands me a Malibu and Coke, my drink of choice, and it doesn’t even occur to me that he got me the drink I always have, yet he never asked me what I wanted.
I grab the drink without hesitating, savouring the burn as it warms me up. His dark eyes are watching my every move, and the more I see him staring at me, the hotter I get.
We seem to be in this weird silent bubble, where we’re both just staring at each other as we sip on our drinks. My brain hasn’t quite caught up to my actions yet, and I’m not sure what the fuck to say. Luckily, he breaks the silence first.
“I’m Benji,” he announces, giving me that smile of his that makes my core heat.
“Sophia,” I reply curtly.
He shakes his head, his smile turning into a cocky smirk. “Kitten suits you much better.”
I narrow my eyes at him, glaring at his choice of nickname. “Why?” I ask through gritted teeth, though I’m sure I won’t like the answer.
“Everyone thinks you’re a brave lion, with your fierce growl and big claws, but I don’t think it’ll take long to have you purring like a kitten, begging for me to stroke you.” He even winks at the end, just to piss me off.
My mouth falls open, and I struggle to find the right words to respond. Though, there is one thing I need to get very clear to him. “I don’t beg.”
His eyes sparkle, like he sees my words as a challenge rather than fact. “We’ll see.”
I scowl at him as my anger bubbles under the surface. This is one matter I won’t give up on, not before I absolutely have to. “We won’t. I don’t do anything where I’m not the one in control. I say where, when, and how far we go.”
He stares at me with his head cocked to the side, like he’s trying to read between the lines, to hear what exactly it is I’m not saying.
“What do you mean by how far you go?” he asks, and I can feel my heart rate speeding up.
I try to remain emotionless, to not give away the secrets I’m hiding, but he seems to see everything, so I give him a modified version of the truth. “I like to know I can stop things when I want to.”
His eyes narrow, as though he can tell I’m not being honest. “Bullshit. You only need a safeword for that. What’s the line you aren’t willing to cross?” He almost sounds like he’s asking himself instead of me.
When I feel him getting a little closer to the truth than I’d like, I snap at him. “None of your fucking business. Why don’t you take your drink and leave?”
His eyes seem to glisten with excitement, like he’s worked it out, and my heart pounds out of my chest. “You don’t want to have sex, do you? You’re fine with fingering and oral, but full penetrative sex is the line you won’t cross, isn’t it?”
My cheeks heat so much, they must be bright red, giving me away. As usual, I respond defensively. “So what if it is? It’s my body, my choice.”
I don’t even believe the words I’m saying, so I’m almost fucking certain he doesn’t.
He leans in closer and my breath hitches, his lips tipping up into a smirk as he asks, “Does that mean you’re a virgin?”
I press my lips firmly together and remain silent, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. He doesn’t seem to need one either as his eyes grow wide, though I’m not sure if he’s excited to have discovered my secret, or it’s turning him on.
“Are you saving yourself for someone special?” he asks, though his tone doesn’t sound as patronising as I was expecting, more inquisitive.
“It’s none of your fucking business. So what if I fool around with guys while keeping my virginity intact? What the fuck is wrong with that?” I whisper-yell, hoping nobody nearby hears me.
He holds his hands up, as if he’s surrendering, and my head throbs from the whiplash he’s giving me, swapping from one emotion to the next.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. I just want to know why you’re saving yourself. Then I know how upset you’ll be after I’ve taken your virginity.”
I shake my head in disbelief, ignoring how wet I get at the thought of him doing exactly that. “You’re so full of yourself. There’s no way I’m giving my virginity to a stranger I just met in a bar, especially one as fucking irritating as you.”
He leans in closer, so I can feel his breath fluttering against my cheek, and with his voice low and deadly, he says, “I never said you’d give it to me, I said I’d take it. But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”
I slam both of my hands into his chest, pushing him back as much as I can, given he’s stronger than me. “You’re a fucking psycho. I’m leaving now,” I snap, but when I try to stand, I wobble so much I fall back on my arse, the room spinning as I land.
I grab hold of the table and close my eyes, yet still I can feel the room spinning. The throbbing in my head is getting worse, and my stomach rolls as nausea overwhelms me.
I open my eyes to find Benji staring at me intently. “Tell me, Kitten, why are you holding onto your virginity?”
I want to argue with him, to tell him to fuck off, that it’s none of his business, but the room spinning and the pounding are making me feel so disorientated. The truth slips out before I realise.
“I have to stay a virgin. My father plans to marry me off after university, but I won’t be worth as much if I’m not a virgin.”
Benji lets out a low, dark laugh, looking more dangerous than ever before. “Well, if that’s not the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now I get to enjoy your tight virgin cunt, and get my revenge against your father at the same time.”
His words barely register. It’s like there’s a delay between him saying them and me hearing it. It’s even harder to process what they mean when the room continues to spin, and I’m worried my drink is about to make a reappearance.
“I don’t feel good.” Talk about stating the fucking obvious.
Benji wraps his arm around my waist to give me a bit of stability, and when he stands, he pulls me up with him. All of my weight is pressed against his side, and without his help, I’d be on my arse right now.
My eyelids feel heavy and droopy, and I have to fight just to keep them open. Benji leans in until his lips are almost touching my ear, his breath tickling my neck, and his dangerous voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“You should be careful when accepting drinks from strangers. You never know what they’ve put in it.”
Panic hits me and I try to shake my head, but it’s like all of my reflexes are moving slower than normal, and there’s nothing I can do. “You drugged me? What with? Why?” I ask, sounding so small and helpless.
He laughs again, but this time it only makes him sound evil. He stops beside a dark car and opens the passenger door. I try to resist, but he simply lifts me up and dumps me onto the seat, slamming the door in my face.
He gets into the driver’s side, puts on his seatbelt, before turning to help with mine. There’s a glint in his eyes that confuses the hell out of me.
“I drugged you with Rohypnol. Your father took something from me, and now I’m going to get my revenge, and you’re going to help me do it.”
I want to protest, to tell him I hate my father, but I can’t. I can’t fight back at all. Before I know it, everything fades to black.