Page 16 of Trapped

“W-were you…” I stammer, unable to find my words. He pulls back to his full height, facing me once more. My gaze roams around as I try to follow his movements, even when he rounds the web where it’s tied to a tree and comes my way, from behind. “You left me gifts?”

“I did.” He sounds proud as he leans in, ghosting right above me, his puffy air warm as it nearly touches my hair. Then his lips descend, and he brushes his mouth all over the top of my head, mouthing my light strands. My breathing speeds up and my nails dig into the skin of my palms as I shudder and try to control myself at the same time. I have never reacted to a single person’s closeness, boy or girl, this intensely. “You have no idea how sexy you are,” he grumbles. Those words, its vibration, it goes straight to my cock and I can’t help the ragged moan that escapes my mouth. What the hell’s going on with me?

“So snarky, so bitchy, so angry.” His mouth has reached down to my nape, where it has found some exposed skin. He gives me a raspy chuckle and I shiver. “Why are you so angry, papillon?” His teeth dig into my flesh and my knees buckle on instinct, probably in an attempt to get away from him, although the result is quite the opposite. The web makes me bounce forward, then rocking back, right against his body. Biting my lip, I let out a strained mewl. His chest feels firm, despite the cloak he’s wearing, and his…is he as excited for me as I am for him?

I panic when I feel his hands on my waist, guiding me back and forth. “What the fuck are you doing? That’s none—”

He grabs my ass cheeks tight and squeezes. “If you say that again, I’m going to strip you out of these clothes and leave you naked in the woods,” he hisses.

“You’re such an asshole,” I grit out, wiggling to free myself from his hold. It’s useless, and he knows it, which is why his snicker makes me fucking furious. My hard dick makes me fucking furious.

“You’ll soon find out how much you love me being an asshole, pretty boy,” he hums, then lands another kiss in my nape. “Alors, dis-moi.”

I sigh heavily. No one’s ever asked me to speak up my mind, and now that I’m about to, I’m feeling exposed and a little ridiculous. What if he thinks I’m overreacting?

“Come on. Let me inside your head. Why are you so angry?” He lands another nip on my ear that makes my toes curl in the air.

“Okay.” I take in a deep breath. “I mean, I don’t know why—I guess I’m just not the nicest of people,” I start. I expect him to chuckle, but he’s silent, apart from his mouth, that’s still circling and heating the skin in my nape, and the hand that has snaked around my waist and makes a rustling sound as it busies itself with my belt, somehow deftly avoiding the threads. “I guess I was alright when I was at the academy, because it was my own choice. But then I got into fights and my dad decided to take me out and bring me here. By then, both my brothers had both graduated, thank fuck. We never got along. It has always been the three of them, my dad included, and then there was me. The youngest one, the different one. I never wanted to come here. I don’t care much for studying.” I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “And I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. You really fucked up my mind.”

But it feels really good to talk to him.

Arsène turns his face and barks, “Enzo!” Then his mouth is back at my ear and I let out a shuddering breath at his proximity. “Continue, mon papillon,” he murmurs into my ear.

My mind pulses with thoughts, despite its improving state. “I always wanted to follow in the footsteps of my mother, who was an artist. She left us about ten years ago, and though I haven’t seen her since, I have been following her path. I guess that’s all there really is. I can’t follow her footsteps now, because I’m stuck here.” I grimace at my choice of words. Quite literally, I guess.

There’s a dull thud when the belt hits the forest ground, and then Arsène pops the buttons of my pants. Shock, followed rapidly by shame when he finds out that I’m hard for him, makes me buck my hips, trying to shake him off.

“That’s it,” he hisses, catching my rolling hips with his hand on my stomach, pulling me flush against him. “Show me your delicious, useless anger.”

My hands tremble against the thread, and I moan when my ass connects to his erection. We’re both still clothed, despite my opened pants, but fuck…why is this so hot? I try to think of anything to distract my thoughts, but desire floods my brains, fusing dangerously with the remaining drugs, turning me into a willing captive.

Papillon. Prey.

Soon now, mon papillon.

“Money has always been a nuisance to me,” I choke out, desperately trying to focus. “It has always made people dislike me and exclude me from their groups. Even here, in a college for the rich, I am left out. They don’t fucking want me.” Hearing my own voice, heavy with accusation and disapproval, makes my rage sizzle even hotter.

“Yesss,” Arsène purrs into my ear, encouraging me while his fingers dip lower, teasing the waistband of my underwear. My pants were glued to that web before, and I don’t want to know what the strong bodyguard has done to free me out of my clothes during my outburst, but here we are. Right now, I don’t care. Because I’m not finished. “Come on, sweet butterfly. Try to raise your wings. Give me your all.” His digits crawl under the the material of my briefs and he croons a, “Fuck, yeah,” at the same time I let out a choked moan. It heats my insides and clears my mind. It’s like I’m in a trance, and no one apart from Arsène’s breath, voice and body can get to me. And my own fury, fierce and flickering, ready to erupt.

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ARSÈNE

Fucking delicious, is what he is. Perfectly placed, trapped in my web, my hand almost on his exposed cock, his delectable indignation raging over us like I wanted it to. I can’t wait to put my cock inside his tight ass and thrust and stroke us both to paradise.

Patience.

“They never wanted me in their little club,” Robin sneers, and I smile against his ear while I let my hand dip under the waistband of his briefs. It’s warm here, and hard. So fucking hard. And so easy to rile him up. “They never wanted me with them. And perhaps they were right, perhaps I am a little shit. Perhaps I am—” He chokes on the words when my digits curl around his shaft. A filthy moan passes his lips. I weigh it inside my palm, then reply with an equally primal grunt of approval. He has a nice, solid girth, his skin velvety and scorching hot. He feels good in my hand, like he was made for my fist.

“Fuck them all,” Robin lets out, once more back in his rage. “Does that answer your question?” He tries to turn over his shoulder, but with my weight pressed against his back, and the dangerous web glued against his front, there isn’t much space. My hand glides up to the tip of his dick, and when I find it eager and wet, I use my thumb to brush pre-cum from his crown and smear it onto the rest of his cock, using it as lubrication.

“So soft,” I purr. “So soft and hard at the same time. Have you ever been touched by a guy before, papillon?”

He gasps when I give him a little squeeze, rage leaving his body at once. “You need to stop it now. I can’t…I’m not…”

“I take that as a no.” The words have my own cock throb in my underwear. The thought that he is unspoiled and mine to claim, leaves my head spinning with desire. Fuck, such a devilishly delicious thought. Under me, Robin moans again, though this time I wonder if he realizes.

When he suddenly freezes, I find myself curious what is going through his mind this time. I think that once more, he will keep those thoughts to himself unless forced to spill the fucking beans. He doesn’t, not this time. “Does this mean that I’m eliminated?” He blurts out. “B said… fuck! I would have loved to see the surprised look on my old man’s face when I could tell him that I got accepted.”

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