by Piper Stone
Exhaling in a ragged manner, he leaned back his head, closing his eyes. “Yes. That’s perfect.”
I pumped the base, squeezing my hand as I slid my fingers up his thick shaft until I reached his almost purple cockhead. I was almost instantly rewarded with a few delicate pearl beads of seed, creamy white and glistening in the dim lighting. Biting my lower lip, I dared not drag my finger through the delicious drops without permission. “Oh, Daddy. So big. So thick in my hand.”
“Imagine my cock shoved all the way inside.” Lifting his head, his eyes penetrated mine as he flicked his fingers back and forth across my nipples. “I love your titties, baby girl.”
Purring, I twisted my hand as I stroked up and down, knowing exactly what he liked. I could please my daddy better than any other girl. “I love your cock.”
“I know you do.” Chuckling darkly, he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the look on his face carnal.
My mischievous side took over and I was unable to resist tasting him. I dragged just the tip of my finger through his sweet cum, instantly shoving my finger into my mouth. “Mmm...”
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, laughing.
I giggled and shook my head.
He knew exactly what to do with me. Gripping my hips, he lifted me over his cock. “Put me inside of you, sweet baby. I need to feel your pussy lips wrapped around my cock.”
There was no hesitation. I rubbed his cockhead up and down, whimpering as my own desire tickled every cell in my body with happiness. The second I placed the tip of his cock just inside my wet heat, he yanked me down, thrusting the entire length of his huge shaft inside. “Oh!”
“Fuck. Yes!” he roared as his grip became tighter, his fingers digging in. “So wet.”
“Yes... Daddy...” Breathless as my pussy muscles clamped around the invasion, stars floated in front of my eyes. I was electrified, my hunger skyrocketing. No man had ever filled me, fucked me in such a savage manner. Without being asked, I started to ride him, bouncing up and down on his lap. My thigh muscles strained, working hard to keep control as I lifted almost entirely off his shaft then slammed back down. I adored riding him like a wild animal. The force rocked the chair as I eased onto my tiptoes, gripping his shoulders. Nothing had ever felt so good.
“That’s my baby girl. Ride me like the wild child you are. Harder. Faster.”
I followed his directions, gyrating my hips as a moment of pure ecstasy floated into my very core. I was exploding with desire, my cravings dark and crazed. I would do anything for him.
Anything.
“I want you to come, baby girl. Come for Daddy.” His voice had dipped to a dangerously sensual level, the sound creating another series of shivers.
I became the obedient and perfect little girl, clamping then releasing my pussy muscles until I couldn’t hold back any longer. A climax roared up from my toes, shooting straight into my cunt until I tossed my head back, issuing a gurgling scream. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
“That’s it. Oh, yeah, baby. My hot little girl.” He kept his grip on my hips, taking over control as he pumped my body up and down. “I’m going to fill you with my seed. Are you ready?”
“God, yes, Daddy. Yes!”
I knew the second he exploded, sending his cum so deep inside. I squeezed my muscles to the point my face was pinched. As the warm gush filled me, sating my every desire, I dropped my head. This was pure heaven.
“Fuck. Yes!” Daddy’s breathing was so ragged and he pulled me close, kissing my lips in the most gentle fashion. “I love you.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
He rose onto his feet, holding me against his chest and taking long strides to the bed. Easing me down, he kept his warm and loving smile as he positioned teddy next to me and pulled the covers up to my chin. “Get some sleep. I’ll join you later.”
“Good night, Daddy.”
Plink!
Plink!
Plink!
What was...
Shifting, I smiled as the images returned.
Plop!
“Oh, shit.” Whatever had dropped onto me was wet, the slime running down my face. Unable to see, I shoved my hands out in the darkness, only to hit something hard and metal. The dream had been so real. What was going on? I slapped out again, a slight echo ringing in my ears. Panic settled in as I tried to move, my feet hitting a hard surface.
Then I remembered.
The same goons I’d seen in the grocery store parking lot had come out of nowhere, abducting me from the airport parking lot.
“No. No!” I was almost hysterical, trying to remember every detail. They’d put something over my face. I could still taste the nasty chemical. The rumble under me was a clear indicator of what had occurred. They’d tossed me into the trunk of a fucking car. Oh, God. Oh, God! No one would know I was missing.
Jack!
Every emotion swelled inside of me, almost breaking my heart in two. I’d been such a fool. If only I’d told him everything, shared exactly how horrifying the monster truly was.
If only.
What the hell was I going to do? I had no doubt the fuckers were taking me back to Jonathan. How long had I been out? I was terrified, unable to think clearly but I had to develop a plan. I pressed my hands against the insides, trying to find any kind of weapon. I had limited space, but I was able to reach almost every nook and cranny. There was nothing. They’d swept the entire truck.
My phone. Maybe they’d been stupid.
No phone.
The air was limited, the chemical scent gagging me. I gasped for air, doing everything I could to calm my breathing.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
By the time I counted to ten, I’d managed to breathe normally, closing my eyes and listening to the sounds. Rugged terrain like gravel. Potholes. They’d taken a back road.
I knew every direction leading to my stepfather’s mansion and none of them included a gravel road. They were taking me somewhere else.
No doubt to kill me.
Think, girl. Think.
There was a cabin my stepfather went to in order to ‘get rid of the suffering fools’ as he liked to say. I’d been to the location only once and the single time had given me horrible nightmares. The location was the very place I’d learned so many of his secrets.
Maybe I could learn more.
Then again, maybe these hired guns were taking me there to die.
Fuck them. They had another think coming.
I stretched as much as possible, struggling to remain calm as I moved my extremities as much as possible. At least I didn’t seem to have any physical injuries that I could detect. No doubt Jonathan wanted me in perfect shape. For what reason? The marriage? I snorted, coughing until tears erupted. Rolling over, I huddled in a fetal position, trying my best to think of anything I could do.
And all I could think about was Jack and how much I loved him.
Images of the dream remained fresh, allowing me into a cocoon. Even as tears formed in my eyes, I refused to cry, pushing them away. I had to be strong. I had enough ammunition that I could barter my way out of this damning situation. Maybe.
But what about Jack?
Would Jonathan go after him, destroying the man I loved?
“I will not cry. I will not cry.” Anguish rushed into my system, pulling me into a tighter ball. I’d found true happiness, if only for a short period of time. Resignation pooled into my mind, dragging me into utter despair.
He didn’t believe me.
He would never trust me.
He could never care.
Jack...
Anger and sadness unlike anything I’d ever experienced poured through me, a distinct reminder that I should have never engaged in anything with Jack. I was damaged goods.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Damn, I wanted to scratch the eyes out of my inner voice, the brave girl, the one who’d convinc
ed me in the first place to go out on my own.
As if I could ever leave Jonathan’s clutches.
The sounds of the engine changed, and I knew the car was slowing down. Shifting, I did my best to crouch, prepared to lash out. When the car finally stopped, I heard laughter coming from the front. I could only imagine the hell that was in store for me, the monster waiting to pounce as if he’d bested me.
Well, fuck him.
No matter what happened, I’d already won.
I plastered on a smile when I heard footsteps approaching the back of the vehicle. The second the latch was engaged, the truck lid lifted only inches, I lashed out, kicking and screaming as I tumbled forward.
“Whoa. We have a wild one on our hands.” The goon’s guttural laugh pissed me off.
I shoved hard, knocking one of the bastards off balance, enabling me to jump and roll, gasping for air as I blinked several times. Hands grabbed me almost instantly, yanking me off the ground.
“Let go of me, you bastards!”
I only heard their laughter, as if I was nothing to them. I struggled but there was no use as they dragged me away from the vehicle. Dusk had taken over the earth, but my eyes were already used to the dark. The building looming in front of me was engulfed in darkness, but I’d been right. They’d taken me to the cabin. No one would ever find me here. The place wasn’t on any map and I knew my stepfather well enough to know he had no connections listed anywhere. This was his planning cabin, a place to convene with his goons, determining which business to take down next.
“She’s a fighter,” one of them spouted, chuckling as he yanked my arm.
“She’ll learn,” the other stated with no concern in his voice.
There was no use in fighting. I was nothing more than a hostage.
They dragged me inside, nearly storming toward a padlocked door just off the kitchen. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you’ve been a very bad girl.” The tallest brute grunted the answer. He let me go in an effort to unlock the door.
Kicking out, I caught the other asshole in the balls and raced forward, heading for the front door. My heart thumped to the point the sound was echoing in my ears.
Then I heard laughter as another figure appeared in the doorway.
“And you thought you could get away from me, my ugly stepdaughter. You will soon learn.”
“What do you want from me?” I swayed, drained from the experience but determined to remain defiant.
“What do I want? All that information you captured regarding my business. I know you, little girl. You’re just like your mother.”
I crept closer, doing my best to keep my cool. “My mother knew exactly what you were made of. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. Nothing.”
He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Fuck. You.” I spit in his face, finding more joy in the simple action than I had in anything I’d ever said to the bastard.
The hand wrapped around my throat squeezed to the point I almost blacked out. I continued to struggle, kicking and fighting, screams that would never be heard.
“Get her in the basement, for fucking Christ’s sake,” Jonathan instructed, his voice full of agitation.
“What then?” one of the goons asked.
“My decision!” Jonathan hissed.
“You will die for your sins,” I stated through clenched teeth.
“All of us are going to die, Summer. You should have remained with your family. To be protected. To be cherished.”
The statement was disgusting.
Hands grabbed me again, pulling and dragging. I had little fight left in me, the fear creating spots in front of my eyes. “You bastard! You never loved me and you murdered my mother!” I exclaimed, coughing to the point I began to wheeze.
Laughing, Jonathan didn’t bother answering.
Seconds later, I was pushed down the last remaining steps, tossed like garbage into the cold, damp space. Pain soared through my legs and ass as I hit the hard floor. Everything was pitch black, suffocating in its eerie quiet. I only heard the door slam, the lock being engaged. I struggled to my feet until a wave of nausea took over, forcing me to crumple to my knees. I held my arms and cursed under my breath, praying for vengeance.
Praying for a way to retaliate.
Fate had intervened.
There was no recourse, no chance of escape or survival. There was also no amount of praying that would save me. I had no friends and no other family that gave a damn. Even poor Dierdre would be lied to, told a story about my sad and horrific death. After a few seconds, I began to laugh, knowing that what I’d set in motion before would still destroy him.
If only Jack would take the bait.
If only he would be the honorable man I knew him to be.
If only...
I had no sense of time but after what had to be a few minutes, I felt along the floor, finding a piece of furniture or a cabinet to lean up against. Now, all I had to do was wait.
For what?
In the next few minutes, I allowed my thoughts to drift to Jack. If only our minds were tethered. If only I could talk to him one last time. Jesus Christ. I was sounding like a broken record. Shivering, I thought about everything I’d say to Jonathan. Maybe I could put the fear of God into him.
As if the Devil gave a shit.
The ifs were far too many and I knew all the wretched answers.
And so, I waited.
And waited.
At least an hour passed by, maybe more. Time meant nothing in the darkness.
As the cold settled into my bones, even in the Texas heat, I realized that Jonathan could simply leave me here to die. No one would question my disappearance. No one.
I closed my eyes, seeing my mother’s face in my mind. At least she would be proud of me. I was exhausted, the adrenaline abating, my mind reeling. I rested my head against the cold piece of steel.
Sleep... Precious sleep.
As I began to drift off, I thought about the dream and one controlling and amazing man. My daddy. My Jack. My lover. My friend. My...
Boom!
Pop! Pop!
The noise was explosive, debris falling from the ceiling. I was wide awake, struggling to move as far away from the noise as possible, my back hitting something hard. What the fuck was going on?
I heard loud voices and the pounding of several sets of heavy feet racing through the cabin. Another round of gunfire was followed by absolute dead silence.
Seconds later, the door was thrown open, a garish light turned on over the stairs.
Then I heard footsteps.
No. No! Scuttling even further away, I prepared myself, squinting as another light was turned on.
“Summer. Are you here?”
There was no understanding the few words, an echo remaining in my head. I blinked, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. “Jack?”
“Oh. My. God. I found you. Summer!”
As he gathered me into his arms, wrapping as much of his massive body as he could around mine, I slumped against him.
And I allowed the tears to fall.
“You saved me,” I whispered.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” He eased my face into his hands, peppering kisses along every inch of skin. “God, I love you. I love you, Summer. You’re safe now. You’re safe.”
My protector, my savior had found me.
But what about the monster?
* * *
“Miss Holmes, you’re free to go.”
The agent’s voice remained grating, his perfunctory demeanor having plucked my last freaking nerve.
“Are you going to capture Jonathan?” I snarked, snapping my head in his direction. In his gray suit and scuffed shoes, I doubted he had any idea how to catch a madman. Jack gripped my shoulder, his way of trying to keep me calm.
“We have agents in the field scouring all his known locations. We’ll find him.”
The
answer was contrite.
I found it ironic that the agent continued to look at Jack with admiration. It wasn’t every day that a group of retired soldiers saved the FBI’s bacon.
“Sure you will.” I rubbed my eyes, the headache drilling into my brain. There was a moment of tension, as if the agent wanted to confide the truth. There was no way they’d catch Jonathan. Even with the evidence I’d provided, including details on off-shore accounts, my guess was it wasn’t enough. Besides, Jonathan would no doubt have used the money he’d stolen from his legitimate companies to leave the country.
“And my sister?” The half dozen FBI agents I’d talked with hadn’t answered my question.
“Unfortunately, there’s no sign of her.” The agent’s tone was much more hushed than before.
Jack exhaled and I almost laughed at being able to read his increasing anger in the breathing sounds.
“We will need you to testify at some point,” the agent finally said after clearing his throat.
I didn’t answer. Who was I testifying against? His minions who’d no doubt severed all contacts with their boss?
“Miss Holmes?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.
“I’ll take care of her.”
Jack’s answer was similar to ones he’d given to other law officials during the last forty-eight hours. I’d heard the pensive voice of the FBI agent and couldn’t even look him in the eyes any longer. Everything that I’d learned during the last two days had only corroborated what I already knew. I’d led the FBI to my collection of information, but there was little else I could do. At least I’d learned that there was no direct connection to my mother’s death or to any other disappearance of colleagues and enemies, but the FBI remained hopeful.
I wanted to laugh at the thought. What were they hopeful about? That Jonathan would turn state’s evidence? That he’d actually tell the truth? The man was pure evil. There was no redemption for him or for any of us. The only bargaining chip I had left might not mean a damn thing any longer.
“Make certain that you keep us abreast of your whereabouts,” the agent said to Jack.
“Fine. We’ll do that.” Jack exhaled then moved to a crouching position, taking my hands into his. When the agent remained, he glared at the droll man, commanding as always with a simple look.