Daddy's Little Bait

by Celia Crown

  Too bad for the police who is going to view the café camera down the road as they will not see an ounce of guilt in me. I’m going to be another customer out of a couple of hundred that filter in and out in one day, it is the most popular spot for a quick snack.

  Another thing that doesn’t go well for the police is that the security footage gets erased every twenty-four hours to give storage for tomorrow’s footage.

  I have been doing this for years, I know what works and what doesn’t. All the trial and error mistakes I made come in handy when I have to keep Romy out of view, and she isn’t fighting me off like a hellcat. That alone makes her a little too special for me, I have dealt with too many hellions and cocky bastards in my line of work.

  Angelo is my team’s explosives expert and his mouth is just as big as his ego, his explosions can’t be compared to the bullshit he yaps out every day.

  Cora is the team’s face, taking men down with one wink. Her skills lie in her flirtatious methods and her taste varies towards women more than men. She also happens to be a safe cracker

  Mikey is a computer expert; any surveillance can be hacked by him. He’s eccentric and a loner, but gets the work done and he doesn’t take shit from anyone who picks on his geeky appearance.

  Dan is our escape artist; he finalizes the last details of our escape plans and makes sure that our backup route is still up in case anything happens. When that fails, he will use his body to bulldoze his way out a route for us.

  Then me, the mastermind of this group.

  Ten years of adrenaline and heists, and never have the police gotten close to shutting us down. That is how good this team is; although I prefer my solitude over the celebration they would have after a successful heist.

  Sex and booze, I don’t want to know what goes on behind those closed doors of scandalously dressed women being their entertainment. I wouldn’t see them for a week and we would be off the grid for months at our separate ways until a new plan arises.

  I would like to think I know them, but I honestly don’t. I know every tic and baseline of lying they have, but I don’t know them in the sense that is supposed to happen in a teamwork setting.

  They can all die at this point and I wouldn’t feel anything for them, but if one little hair gets out of place on Romy’s head, I’d lose my mind. The unfortunate soul that hurt her would taste the pain from my fist to their ribs.

  Killing them instantly would not be good; I would make them suffer through broken bones and bruised the skin. It’s even better when I can see the lights go out from their eyes as blood fills their lungs from the broken ribs, I will be the last thing they see and I will force them to question their lives.

  Make them question every little action they made that leads up to Romy being hurt, it’s their final lesson from a man who has killed people all over the world.

  “Little princess,” I call, straightening the newspaper in my hands and looking up.

  Her head jerks with tension rolling off her body as she sits on top of a cardboard box filled with stuff from one of the team members. I checked beforehand and made sure it wasn’t explosives or anything that would hurt her; I’d shove radiation down Angelo’s throat if his explosive components nick her skin.

  Only I get the privilege to hurt her.

  Her feet dangle in the high box, hands holding the big blueberry muffin I got her. Her cheeks are round and she quickly swallows, licking the crumbles away from her lips.

  Leaning back from the chair, I cock my head at her and examine the bruises on her neck. It’s my handprint and a burst of accomplishment flares in my stomach as I watch her subconsciously shield her neck from me.

  The echoing halls and hollow rooms surrounding us frightens her as I can see it in her eyes when she glances around the new room she is in. she reluctantly let me carry her out of her temporary bedroom and into the makeshift tactical room from a surgical ward. This building was once an asylum that got turned into a hospital, but that was in the late nineties where medicine and technology weren’t fruitful as now.

  Cheap walls and unstable foundation, it’s another reason I chose this place. It’s abandoned and isolated; Romy won't have anywhere to turn to but into my arms. Her overactive mind is a funny thing to mess with during the six months that I kept her under surveillance.

  I have hundreds of photos of her, documenting her schedule in a notebook, and keeping up with all the things in her life that I deem important. I have all her information in a storage room, pinned and spread out for me to admire her tempting beauty.

  Pictures of her being in her panties and bras are my favorite, sometimes her curtains aren’t closed and I get this infuriating anger that demands me to go inside and close it for her and yell at her for being so vulnerable to the dangers outside her home.

  She is lucky to have me guarding her supple body.

  She needs me, I mentally growl.

  Maybe if I fuck that thought into her, then she wouldn’t try that shit anymore.

  Or, I can fuck her for no reason.

  “Come over here.” I wave my hand and pat my open thighs, signaling where she is to be seated.

  She shakes her head.

  I knock my chair over with a sneer, standing straight and radiating with discontentment as I clench my jaw. Romy shudders and bites back a choked gasp as she whimpers, shrinking into her shoulders as I make my way over to her. Towering over her little body, I take the muffin from her hand and fling it to the side.

  Her eyes stay down on her lap where she should be looking, and I wonder what kind of punishment would fit this disobedience. My rules are in her head, but she just refuses to follow them and this warrants actions that will make her listen.

  “I’m sorry,” she hiccups, “I’m sorry.”

  “Why the fuck are you sorry,” I snarl, a hand pulling her hair back to let our eyes meet as I crank her neck up.

  Her pretty eyes water, “I-I can’t walk over there.”

  Of course, she can’t. There are glass shards that I didn’t bother to clean up since the six months that I have been in this place, my team doesn’t care much for the place other than to get work done.

  “Never tell me no,” I remind her, tightening my fingers in her hair.

  She stutters with a jerky nod, “Yes.”

  I scowl, slamming my lips over hers in a punishing kiss. She yelps in pain as her bottom lips swells with blood with my teeth nipping on it, she takes her hands and tries to push my chest. I stand firmly, devouring her uncooperative noises as she turns her head with difficulty. Her hair tangles in my hand, yanking her head with a squeak from her lips as I close my mouth in the junction of her neck.

  Swiping my tongue over the finger bruise right below her pulse, I can feel the blood pumping furiously under my tongue as I threaten to break her skin with my teeth.

  “You’re not learning, little princess.” I sink my teeth on her skin, breaching her skin with small specs of blood dripping onto my tongue as I lick them away.

  Her legs flail beside my hips; she hits my chest with her tiny hands and gives a pained cry. Sniffles and whimpers are music to my ears; they bring another twisted pleasure in me that I can have her react this way. This event of memories would stay in her mind every time she sees my canines, it takes time for her to be under my thumb but she’s getting there.

  “I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” she hiccups, fingers turning into small fists on my shirt.

  I lean back; bring a hand up to pat her cheek while ignoring the flinch from her body.

  “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  She shakes her head, pursing her lips with wet lashes.

  A crunch of glass catches my attention as my eyes darken with a sigh. I press a light pec onto her red lips and smile against them as she shivers, I cup her cheek and rub on the flushed skin to feel her restrain a flinch back.

  “Kiss me back,” I command.

  She hesitantly does, a small kiss is better than nothing. She’s just shy and confus
ed right now; with time she’ll come around and see that I’m not the monster here. Romy needs protection from the heinous world and I personally volunteer to be her guardian devil while the police can play their heroic part all they want.

  “I don’t want you to make one sound, alright?” I gaze into her terrified eyes.

  She nods again.

  “Just sit here and be my pretty princess.” the tenderness in my voice confuses her, if she behaves, she won't get on my bad side.

  “Let’s wipe away these,” I said, brushing the tears off of her rosy cheeks.

  She blinks her thick lashes, complying with my order to keep quiet while I remove any evidence of her tears. Her upset expression belongs to me, she is mine, and everything that happens comes from my hands and I do not want anyone to have any pleasure of seeing her so susceptible.

  Romy only has room for one protector.

  “Well, hello,” Cora’s voice giggles.

  I grind my teeth and stare into Romy’s startled eyes, she freezes in my arms and I rub her straight back with an up and down motion. She is barely comfortable in my presence, I knew she wasn’t ready to let others come close her, but this is our workspace and this is the only place where I can keep an eye on her at all times.

  “Oh, Jax!” Cora coos, clacking her heels towards me. “She is adorable!”

  Romy subtly moves closer to me and turns her body into mine so as to hide her face from Cora’s eccentric voice.

  Cora’s type of woman is more curvaceous, she wants to bury her face into big tits until she can’t breathe. Her words are disturbing, and describing her sexual encounters to the whole group is utterly horrifying.

  A drunk Cora has no filter and she will reenact her encounter with the closest body heat; I almost knocked her out when she tried to come onto me years ago.

  I get rid of my stress and tension by executing a flawless heist that uses up all my adrenaline. Everyone has a misconception that men with more testosterones have a higher sex drive, but I don’t get that aroused feeling when I see anyone.

  My cock has been dormant for god knows how long; it’s been a while since I felt even the tiniest spark of excitement from sex. Embarrassing or not, my cock stirred from one look at Romy’s picture and it stayed in constant hardness till this day.

  Fucking into my hands doesn’t take the edge off too much, I think about her too much and it’s affecting the sensitivity of my shaft and it fucking hurts when I cum so many times in one day. It’s a record for me to stay hard and spray my seed onto whatever surface, and once I got a touch of her skin, I knew I was doomed to die from sex.

  I don’t know how long I can hold off from tearing her clothes and rutting into her tight young pussy.

  “She’s mine,” I hiss over my shoulders, turning to put my back to shield Romy from the ugly glint in Cora’s eyes as she flips her fiery red hair over her shoulder.

  Her low-cut dress and six-inch heels are her outfits of the day when she’s out prowling and hunting for potential victims to rope into her fantasy of having a harem.

  This woman is crazy, a level of insanity that derives from her need to have constant attention as she was neglected as a child.

  I know everything about the people who I work with; I never walk into a situation without covering my basis.

  “Sharing is caring.” she pouts her red lips.

  I throw her a glare to stop her advancing steps with a sly grin, she tilts her long body to the side and catches a glimpse of Romy and shrills her giddiness.

  “I have always wanted a pet!”

  Romy’s shuddering gasp is loud behind me, I square my shoulders and cross my arms over my chest and let the morning lights reflect on the deep ink on my skin while reminding Cora that I am the boss and she needs to listen.

  Everyone listens to me until they have their opinion and they have a lot of thoughts about different things, but when it comes to serious business, they shut up and follow my lead.

  “Back away, Cora,” I grunt, refusing to budge as she stops in her track.

  A hint of irritation seeped out of my voice that usually means two things. I let it build in me and Cora would get an angry monster or I toss her against the wall and break her bones, either way; my hands itch to crush something.

  Romy is not a pet, she is my little princess and she will be treated as such.

  I may be a despicable human being without a drop of compassion, but Romy is special; she makes me dig up the dusty tenderness mangled with a touch of darkness.

  “That’s her?” Angelo comes in with his afro hair.

  I grunt my answer, glaring at the newcomers as they all take a spot around the table with information scattered open when I was going through it.

  Mickey, the computer geek, screeches as he is the last one to come in with his black glasses. “She’s sitting on thousands of dollar worth of high-tech equipment!”

  “Hey, at least she’s not sitting on my C4.” Angelo lights a cigarette and puffs out the first inhale.

  “Put it out,” I bark, narrowing my eyes on the smoke.

  His startled face turns to me and cocks an eyebrow, I harden my gaze and he obeys with a stomp on the bud. He is a chain smoker and that is not allowed near Romy, she’s susceptible to harm more than us.

  “Can you please get her off my shit?” Mickey shakes in his boney frame and sweating in worry for his electronics.

  I watch him rock on his heels for a couple of minutes, dragging out his miserable self. Spinning around, I grasp Romy’s waist and throw her legs over my waist. She locks her arms around my neck in shock and her legs scramble to get support on my hips.

  Throwing her up against my body, her tits rub on mine and her hot pussy lies directly on top of my stomach.

  I don’t have the time to savor the feeling as I let her ass sit at the edge of the meeting table, leaving her back to the group while I lean over her smaller frame with my bigger body as I set my hands on both sides of her.

  Being uncomfortable leaving her back to get attacked gets to her as she snuggles her face into my neck, pulls away, and goes back again as her indecisive mind concludes that I’m probably the only person who won’t kill her.

  The meeting starts; Angelo kicks off with his creation and the liquid nitrogen bomb that can be used on the vault door, Cora would get both bank managers to give her the code to everything without resulting in using hypnotism, Mickey would hack and use a looped security feed to trick the system, and Dan would take out the guards with the new martial arts lessons that he’s been taking from a disgraced teacher.

  I do not care that Romy hears every detail, she’s not going to leave here without me and I would make sure she doesn’t talk. Romy can’t tell anyone things she doesn’t know as we have mentioned the bank name, the date, and the location.

  I have confidence that she will obediently keep her mouth shut if I were to get caught.

  Chapter Four

  Romy

  Daytime leaves earlier towards the end of September, leaving the horizon bleeding a bizarre red as it fuses with shades of dusk.

  The whole time the woman and men were here, I was so scared of them. They have this strangeness to them, my heart can't take the suspense when I was listening to them talk. They were right there; I can’t tune them out even if I wanted to.

  This is a bad sign for me. I saw their faces, heard their voices, and know their plans. This adds up to my death being a more permanent thought in my head, there’s no way they would let me live because I know too much.

  They don’t look surprised to see me here and in the arms of their leader, they haven’t questioned my involvement so this could only mean that kidnapping me was their plan. I can't fathom the logic as to where I would come in for the bank robbery, I’m just a girl making a honest living and trying to get by one day at a time.

  No one tries to talk to me after Daddy had snapped at the woman who tried to poke me.

  I can’t believe I’m calling this man Daddy, but h
e won’t let me call him Jax and I only know his name when the woman had called him that. I tried to call him that once and that once traumatized me; he had tossed me back into the eerie hospital room where I woke up.

  Locked my ankle and walked out without a glance back, I was terrified and the room was too open and the sense of something being with me irks me with fear bottling in my tummy. I didn’t know how long I was on the bed by myself, but the wait for him to come back was long and reliving at the same time when he walked through the door.

  I felt safe in his presence as his eyes would never leave my body, I could actually breathe instead of triggering a panic attack from the paralyzing isolation.

  “Did you learn your lesson, little princess?” he asks.

  I sniff back a whimper, my lips flatten and the tears in my eyes blur the black fabric of his pants.

  “I-I did, Daddy.”

  He unclips the leather-bound on my ankle and takes me into his strong arms, my body melts into his body heat and my shivering frame slows as I’m still in my pajamas that he never actually bothered to let me change out of.

  The redness in the sky fades away, leaving the sky dark and gloomy with a chance of rain. I pray it doesn’t have thunder with that rain shower; I’m scared of the booming sound and it keeps me up at night during springtime.

  “You need a shower,” he said, and I tense in his arms.

  This place is ridden with cobwebs, stuck in a loop of time as it continues to be abandoned with no electricity; water is out of the question. Where could he possibly get water for me to shower?

  This place isn’t even functional, let alone to have necessities.

  Daddy carries me off to the hall with no lights to guide him, but he knows the layout as he can avoid a lot of things. Not once did my feet hit anything on the way down the scary hallways, his arms are securely wrapped around my body as I had my legs around his waist because I didn’t want to fall.