Keep Me Caged Pt 02

Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you for the response to this story. This has been a little more difficult to write because there are significant portions of it that are based on a true story. As such, I've changed names and some locations to protect identities, and of course, any resemblance to any person living or otherwise is purely coincidence.

This part contains true accounts of sexsomnia and sexual abuse.

This story is not like the other things I've shared so far. This story has no fantasy elements and probably falls in the "dark stalker romance" category of things. It's a gritty story and as such, has a lot of elements that some people may find triggering. BDSM, non-con, con non-con, violence, murder, kidnapping, submission, domination, alcohol, smoking, revenge porn, spanking, captivity, no safe words, suicide, sexsomnia, disability, eating disorders, Iraq war, and abuse are all part of this story. And again, there are no werewolves or faeries in this one - but you will see a lot of common themes across the stories I've shared so far, and this one. Stay sexy and don't get murdered - Ava

EIGHT - Talia

"There can be no lotus flower without the mud." - Thich Nhat Hanh

When I woke in the early afternoon hours I realized I'd slept through most of my presentations. I wondered if anyone would be upset with me. They weren't really mine, just panels I was participating in, but it wasn't a great first impression to make. Someone was gently knocking on the door but I was still naked and sweating where the warm soldier was sleeping in my arms with his back to me. The room was hot and I thought about prying myself away from him to turn on the air conditioner. Then I realized he was shaking in my arms.

I moved carefully, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep. I wondered if he was crying at first, but his eyes were closed, his face placid while his hands and feet twitched and shook in his sleep. I watched his pointer finger squeeze around an imaginary trigger and bit my lip.

Alright, I can deal with that. No wonder you're so understanding.

I put whoever was trying to summon me with the gentle knocking out of my mind and renewed my hold on Leo. He relaxed against me, and for a few minutes the twitching stopped, then started again. Each time it started, I gave him a little squeeze, or nuzzled against his neck, and each time it would stop for a while, then start again. I didn't know if I was soothing him or pulling him out of sleep each time. I didn't want to make him more tired, but I reasoned that running all night in his sleep had to be exhausting, too.

How will I ask him about this?

I briefly fell asleep again, then woke to find him facing me, green eyes sparkling with delight while he watched me wake. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, then pushed my hair out of his face. "Itchy," he murmured as he batted it away. He felt perfect against me, his pec the perfect pillow for my head. His arm wrapped around me until his hand found my hip, his fingers lazily tracing along the ridges of my hip bone. For a long time neither of us spoke. I had no idea what to say, and I wondered if he felt the same.

"I guess I should get up and go to panels," I finally admitted to myself.

"You have more panels? We need to go, then."

I rolled out of the bed and picked my phone up from the bedside table. It had been on silent, but I had four missed calls. When I checked the call history my guts curdled.

How did he get this number?

Leo must have seen something in my face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied and smiled. Richie wouldn't be a problem once we got in the truck, I told myself. I just had to get through this weekend without him ruining it.

I was surprised how Leo hurried me along and helped me to get ready. He was supportive and helpful, not annoyed and just entertaining me the way Matt had been wherever it came to my art. After my panel he brought me food, then asked if he could take me on an old-fashioned date to the movies when my panels were finished.

"I can't believe you've never watched a Terminator movie," he groused as he bought the tickets. "We have to fix that."

I laughed. "I don't really watch much TV," a sort-of lie - I watched the same things over and over, and mostly while I was falling asleep.

I don't remember the movie, but I don't think he liked it. "We should watch the first and second ones, they were better," he told me as he drove me to a sushi restaurant. I'd never had sushi before, either, another fact which shocked him.

"We don't have any sushi restaurants in the Okanogan," I told him.

"I guess it's just strange to me since I usually date older women," he admitted. I suddenly felt insecure.

"You do?"

"Yeah, you're the youngest woman I've ever been with."

What if he realized he didn't like this? I chewed on the inside of my cheek while I pondered my dilemma. I only really had the rest of the weekend, two more days, since the show ended on Memorial Day Monday, to convince him to keep me.

"It's fun, though," he murmured, "showing you new things. I wonder what else you don't know about?"

My hopes swelled a little. He ordered sushi for me based on my food preferences and we were both happy that I loved it. We ordered round after round and he never said anything about how much I ate. Instead, he put things on my plate and insisted I try them. When we were both too stuffed to eat another bite he paid and tipped generously, then drove me back to the hotel to party with his friends. I wondered if we would stay out all night like we had the night before, but it wasn't long before he was pressing me against the siding of the hotel wall and kissing me. I could feel his erection in his jeans as he leaned in, digging it into my thigh.

"Are you ready for round two?" I nodded eagerly and he made an excuse for us, then led me back to my room. His roommate had wondered where he was staying and watched us with a wary eye as we slipped away. I wondered why he cared what Leo did with me, but I didn't pay it much attention. Before long I was on my back getting rough-fucked again.

Loud bass thrummed through the hotel walls, both of us instantly recognizing "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. He grinned. "That's our song," he laughed as he pushed me into the bed, barely giving me a chance to get my clothes off before he was inside of me. This time he let me keep my hands. I touched him everywhere I could reach while he pounded into me. The bed was already a mess from the morning and I was already sore, but my body quickly quit complaining and quietly accommodated his stunning appetite. "You feel so good," he panted while he picked up the pace, not to finish himself, but to finish me for the zillionth time. "So tight, so wet," he muttered more to himself than to me. His hands suddenly dug into my hips and without warning that same wide-eyed, feral look was back. I cried out and bit my lip as his cock thickened inside of me again.

"It's almost too much," I told him as my body strained around him.

"I need you, you can take it," he growled and pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until I clenched him and gave up one last bucking climax. "That's it, hang on beautiful, I'm almost done," he murmured in my ear then reared back, those green, animalistic eyes locking on mine again. He pulsed inside of me, his abundant cum stretching me and filling me completely while I mewled beneath him.

"Sorry that took so long," he gathered me into his arms while we both panted for breath. "I'll try to speed it up next time."

I thought about what he'd said the first time, that he never got to take as long as he liked. "No, it's fine," I told him, "I like it."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't. I was still coming, wasn't I?"

He grinned and kissed me, then pulled the sheet over us. "Get some rest, I'm waking you up for more before your panels."

I realized I had forgotten all about my schedule. "I don't remember what time they start--"

"10 AM, I have an alarm set for 8. Is that enough time?"

I nodded, stunned by his support. Then I kissed him and tried to wrap one of my arms across his wide chest. My fingertips just barely tickled the ribs on the other side and he squirmed, then grabbed my hand in his and held it. "No tickles." While he slept he held onto my hand, and when I finally wrestled it out of his crushing grip he rolled over, then scooted close. I spooned him again, waking early as his foot twitched against mine.

What is going on in that head of yours,

I briefly wondered before he elbowed me. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to send a message. I grabbed him and whispered, "it's just me," in his ear and he relaxed, but I couldn't.

What if he does something to me in his sleep? Will either of us be able to get over it?

The next night, I would find out.

The panels on Sunday were all lazy ones. Everyone was exhausted from partying since Thursday night and most people didn't even emerge from their rooms until the afternoon hours. Leo and I were strangely among the most rested, only because we'd retreated to the room to continue with our experiment. It seemed that everyone else had done what we did Friday night - stayed up until dawn, and the whole hotel smelled of booze. We woke up early enough to eat the hotel's free breakfast and once again, he said nothing about my eating.

This is nice,

I thought as he brought a plate of toast to the table and offered to share.

Almost normal, like he cares about me.

I wondered if anyone would look at us and realize we'd just met 48 hours earlier. We were already so attached to each other I couldn't imagine going home to my tiny house without him. When I realized we had less than 36 hours before our experiment might come to an early end, I despaired. Had I done enough, been good enough to convince him to keep me? What was he looking for? If he didn't keep me, my life was over. I'd never been fucked like that and couldn't imagine anyone else ever would give me that kind of release. How would I ever find another man like him? I would have to become a nun and hope divine intervention or a brain tumor would come along and inspire the kind of worship this man did.

"What's wrong?" His finger tipped my chin until I met his gaze.

"Tomorrow is Monday," I muttered, hoping he understood and wouldn't ask me to explain my inner turmoil. I would feel too insecure, too desperate if I had to tell him what was happening inside of me.

"So?" He frowned, "did I do something wrong?"

I shook my head, trying not to let my confusion show.

"Are you sure? I'm still in for three weeks, if you are."

I smiled at him and nodded.

"It will just be hard for a day or two, since you have to go home and get your cat before we leave."

Now I frowned. I hadn't told him about Ash. "My cat? How did you know?"

"There's fur on your bathroom tote," he shoveled eggs into his mouth, then looked around for jam and ripped open a plastic rectangle labeled "strawberry." I bit my lip. I sometimes posted pictures of Ash with my art. This man had sought me out for the absinthe panel and made it clear he had no qualms with looking up my schedule and memorizing other details about me from outside sources. He seemed to know or anticipate so much that when he told me we had the same birthday, I almost thought he was lying, that he had looked it up online and made it up to drag me in. I demanded to see his driver's license and it looked genuine. He was exactly seven years older than me down to the day.

I will sound crazy if I say any of this to him,

I thought, then pushed it out of my mind. "My grandpa is taking care of Ash, so we don't have to worry about him. Could we take him in the truck, if we planned that?"

He nodded. "It's mine, so the company I work for can't really tell me what I can do inside my truck. If they owned it, that would be a different story."

Interesting.

Ash loved to ride on the dashboard in my car, but he lost his ever-loving mind each time I passed a semi-truck. How would he feel about riding in one and being surrounded by them at the truck stop?

After my panels, the rest of the day was chill. No one really wanted to party since everyone had to sober up and drive home the next day, or earlier if they were unlucky enough to work on Monday. We played board games and watched the convention's drag show, then went out for another dinner date. I loved being with him. He was a perfect gentleman, Southern in all the right ways, his manners apparently beaten into him with a switch. I didn't love that, but he laughed about it and didn't seem to hold it against his family.

We'd skipped sex in the morning and as soon as dinner was done we turned in early. By ten he'd fucked me into sweet oblivion and was sleeping peacefully beside me again. I worried that it would be the last time, no matter what he'd said over breakfast. Was he just playing me? Getting a free hotel room and limitless sex out of a naive girl he could brag about fucking later? My stomach lurched, but then I thought about all of his friends he'd introduced me to. He lived nearby and all of his friends went to that show. They'd all met me now, he'd already embedded me in his life in a way. Would they judge him if they never saw me again?

Somehow I tamed my racing thoughts and fell asleep. I woke sometime later in the darkness, acutely aware he wasn't in my arms for once. I started to look around, then froze. He was standing beside the bed staring down at me, green eyes cold and emotionless, their usual warmth totally absent.

"Leo?" I whispered. No reaction. His finger twitched at his side but he said nothing while his eyes bored into me.

Abruptly his demeanor changed. He was on top of me in a flash, clawing back the covers and ripping my panties apart. I didn't know if I should struggle or not. If he wanted sex, all he had to do was say so. I didn't mind giving him more. His hand gripped my throat, his earlier promise forgotten as he squeezed.

"Take it, slut," he growled and plunged into me harder than he ever had. I bucked against the sudden intrusion, then melted as he expertly rammed himself against my g-spot. I didn't even care about the hand around my throat. He could have done anything to me and as long as he kept hitting that spot I wouldn't have cared.

"Do whatever you want, fuck me," I begged, still clawing at his arm, more from pleasure than a real attempt to get away. His face pinched into a mean scowl and he somehow fucked me even harder. I whined and squealed as his dick beat another orgasm out of me, this one long and drawn out, never-ending as he hit a breath-taking pace and showed me no mercy.

"You're asleep, aren't you?" I managed to gasp out. No reaction, just emotionless eyes staring down at me while he used my body. Like this, he didn't last as long, and only a few minutes later he was pinning my shoulders to the bed and slamming his hips against mine. His thrusting became rhythmless and jerky, deeper and deeper, until he shot his hot load into me for the second time that night. I cried out and rocked my hips against him, the sensation of him filling me again arousing me even more. I realized, too late, that my cry woke him.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," he immediately pulled out and gathered me in his arms. "Did I hurt you? I didn't know I did this in my sleep. Please forgive me, but if you can't, I understand." He kissed me and apologized over and over while I trembled in his arms, not from fear, but from yet another brutal comedown.

"If I give you free use, will you stop feeling bad about it?"

He frowned at me. "Free use? What's that?"

For once I knew something he didn't already know. I celebrated my small victory, then explained, "it means you can fuck me whenever you want, even if I say I'm not in the mood or flat-out no, even if you're asleep--"

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that."

I appreciated his sensitivity, but we had to find a compromise. "If you can't help it, you shouldn't feel bad about it--"

"I don't want to hurt you. Maybe we shouldn't do this--"

"No, stop it," I sat up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "I really liked that, honestly. I really like you. I don't mind if you sometimes need to fuck me in your sleep, even if you get rough. I had fun, I promise, but I don't want you to feel bad."

He looked like he was listening to me, then my cellphone lit up on the table beside us. He scowled at it and I followed his gaze.

"Who is calling you at two in the morning?"

I bit my lip, then reached for my phone and flipped it open. Three missed calls, all from Richie.

"It's this guy, Richie," I began. Leo's face instantly hardened.

"Do you have a boyfriend you lied about? Why is he calling at this hour?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, no, he's..." I struggled to find the words. How could I explain to Leo about the freak who was slowly consuming my home life?

"Alright," he snorted, "I guess this was fun, we both learned a lot--"

"No, wait," I reached out for him, bereft again and desperate as he left the bed and began gathering his things. "He's stalking me," I blurted out. Leo didn't stop. "We grew up together and he said he wanted to go on a drive last weekend. At the end of it he tried to lock me in his house." Leo had slowed a little and finally cast a suspicious glance over his shoulder. "He didn't try," I corrected myself, "He did lock me in his house, told me he would do the same things Matt had done--"

In the moment I grasped that I hadn't really processed any of it. I felt myself shutting down all over again, gradually folding inward and pulling the blanket over my head before I realized what I was doing. I'd been so focused on work and getting to this show with a carload of new art that I hadn't really dealt with it at all. I'd avoided it,

classic Talia.

Hot tears spilled over my cheeks under the blanket. I hadn't wanted Richie to ruin this, but then I'd done everything wrong to let him. I would have to go home without the soldier and eventually, I knew, Richie would get his hands on me.

"He said he wants to hurt you?" Leo's tone was dark, and I jumped when it came from right beside me. I nodded exaggeratedly, hoping he could see it through the blanket. I heard him huff with anger beside me, then heard the phone flipping open again.

"Hello?" I heard Leo answer it and froze, my heart twisting in my chest. What if Richie lied to him, claimed to be my boyfriend?

"Don't talk to him," I hissed, but Leo moved away so I couldn't take the phone.

"She doesn't want to talk to you. You know that, don't you?"

I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation.

"I don't care how much you want to be part of her life, she told you to go away."

I waited for him to turn on me suddenly, enraged with me when Richie inevitably lied to him.

He laughed, unamused. "She doesn't have a boyfriend, and if she did, I'm replacing him. Stay away from her or I'll show you what kind of shit I did in Iraq."

This time, I could hear Richie for just a second. "You're a soldier?"

"I used to be," Leo's voice, normally warm and calming to me, was ice-tipped and dangerous. "But now I don't answer to anybody except myself and the devil, so don't fuck with her again or you'll find out exactly what that means."

I stared at him open-mouthed while he slammed my little pink flip-phone shut and dropped it carelessly onto the nightstand.

"Do not ever keep secrets from me," he barked. "If you're in danger, I need to know about it immediately. If he ever, ever bothers you in any way whatsoever, you need to tell me right away. Do I make myself clear?"

I closed my mouth and nodded.

"I'm not afraid of trouble, Talia. I've made a lot of it and plan to keep making more. I realize there will probably be more because of your work, it's fine. It draws people to you, and some of them will be bad. I don't mind busting a few heads from time to time. But you can't keep that kind of shit from me. Let me deal with it when it's in its infancy, not once it's already gotten to this point."