Addicted 2 Moni

Dinner for Two, Chains for One

Moni POV

"Moni... baby, wake up," I hear Dewayne whisper softly in my ear.

"Hmm... we here yet?" I murmur, lifting my head from his chest, voice groggy and eyes still adjusting.

"Almost. We just landed for a refuel. I had them prepare us a light dinner," he says, brushing a kiss behind my ear.

"Ooo, good. 'Cause I could eat," I hop out of bed, stretching my arms high. Dewayne laughs, already slipping on his shirt.

"I could too," he grins, pulling me close for another kiss.

We step out of the private jet's bedroom into a softly lit cabin. Servers in sleek black attire prep an elegant table draped in white linen. When they finish, they silently step back, letting us take our seats across from each other. Two more servers approach, carrying domed silver platters that they set gently before us. With a flourish, they lift the lids.

Steaming crab legs glisten in butter. Colorful shish kabobs rest beside perfectly seasoned green beans and golden-brown sweet butter rolls.

"Baby, this is not 'light,'" I laugh, eyes wide.

"Eat up now, because when we hit that hotel, we not doing nothing for the rest of the night," Dewayne says, placing a napkin over his lap.

I pout playfully. "Still haven't told me where we going, and now I can't explore when we get there? How, sway?"

A blonde server swipes my napkin off the table with practiced flair, laying it across my lap. She fills our wine glasses and glides away without a word. I catch Dewayne looking amused.

"Relax," he says with a chuckle. "I got our whole trip planned out. Tonight? We relax."

He cracks a crab leg, dips it into a bowl of butter, and holds it up to my lips.

"Just say yes day and open your mouth."

I roll my eyes, lips curling. "Yes, Daddy."

He grins wide as I part my lips. He feeds me slowly, his gaze locked on mine. Warm, melted butter slips down my chin. Neither of us flinch. He catches it with his thumb, trailing it back up to my lips.

Without breaking eye contact, I suck his thumb clean.

He leans across the table and replaces his thumb with his mouth. When he finally pulls back, it's like nothing happened—just casually munching green beans like his tongue wasn't just down my throat.

Caleb POV

Fuuuuck... why am I so damn horny? My shit's been on full alert for hours, and no matter how I lay or shift, it only gets worse.

I look down at my bloodstained, tattered pants. The swelling under them is intense, and when I graze it, I hiss involuntarily.

"Son?" my dad groans from his corner of the cell. His voice is cracked, both eyes almost swollen shut. My moms shifts beside him, clutching her belly like it's the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I know this ain't the best time to say this, but my dick hurts like hell. It's been hard for hours."

They exchange a look. I see something pass between them—fear.

"Baby..."

"Stop eating the food, Caleb," my dad says, voice hard even through the pain.

"What?"

"They're drugging you," he growls. "Same thing they gave your mom. Before she..."

My mom places a hand on her round belly.

A rage builds in my chest. "THEY TRYNA FUCK ME?!"

My voice cracks. It echoes. My body trembles with a fresh fury.

A few minutes later, the heavy lock clicks open. Two guards bring food—for my parents. Not for me. They never feed them as often. I try to offer mine sometimes, but last time I did, they beat the hell outta both of them. Made me watch.

An hour passes. Door opens again.

Amber.

She steps in dressed like a damn video vixen. Fishnet top hugging her body, makeup thick, lashes heavy. She clutches a plate of food and a cup. Her eyes meet mine, and I know this isn't her idea.

She sits close, biting her lip.

"What's in that?" I nod to the plate.

"I don't know. I didn't make it. They just told me to bring it."

"Why you dressed like that?"

She shifts, pulling the fishnet to try and cover herself.

"They made me."

My eyes fall to her chest. Fuck. My dick throbs. Again.

"You look... really good," I admit, groaning through clenched teeth. I feel it twitching.

She blushes, holding a fork up to my lips.

"I'm not hungry," I say, resting a hand on her soft thigh. Her breath hitches.

"If I don't come back with an empty plate... they'll hurt me."

I pause.

"Then you eat it."

"I can't. They're watching," she nods to the camera.

Something about the way she says it... it's not just fear. She cares.

"I think they drugging me," I whisper, tracing a slow circle on her thigh.

She gasps, eyes darting to the food.

"What kind of drugs?"

"I don't know. But I can't think. Can't sleep. My dick's been hard for days. It hurts, Amber."

She frowns, setting the plate aside. "I didn't know. I don't want them to hurt you. I... like you."

"I like you too," I whisper, squeezing her thigh.

CLANK.

The door swings open. Amber jumps.

A guard walks in, drops a chair across from us, and leaves.

Then Anthony steps in.

He closes the door behind him.

He doesn't say a word.

Just sits.

Legs wide.

Elbows resting on knees.

Eyes locked on us like he's already decided what comes next