by Lana Hartley
“Oh. My. God!” she gasps, throwing back her head. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I grab her by the hips with both hands and pound her so hard she digs both hands into the rug. Her face is buried in the fur.
“Fuck me hard, daddy,” she moans over and over.
Her ass smacks against me with each stroke, and I drive her forward more and more until she collapses. Flat on her belly, I put all my weight onto her tiny body to let her know I can completely crush her and bring her to pure ecstasy at the same time.
She throws her head from side to side in excitement, whipping her hair around.
“Who’s your daddy?” I yell loudly as I come deep inside her.
“You are, Nate,” comes her voice from the floor, muffled by the rug. “You’re my daddy.”
Sienna
Nate is showing me how good it feels to be bad.
He’s showing me how to submit.
The last time we slept together might’ve been magical, but this is taking my fucking breath away.
Nate has turned into a much darker person than I thought.
I feel afraid of him—and yet also intrigued. The way he handles my body brings up such intensity that I hardly know how to contain it.
More than anything, I realize my mistake in trying to run away from him. He caught me like he always does.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t try again and again and again.
I might be falling for him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get home.
He can’t keep me here forever.
But I voice none of my concerns. Something tells me that Nate’s not open to hearing any of it. And so I make my silent plans in my head and let him continue to seduce and torment me.
“Good fucking girl,” he’s saying. “Now you know what happens when you defy your master.”
I know in my heart that he’s right.
He’s my master.
I’m becoming a slave to him. He picks me up limply from the floor and lays me out on his oversized bed. I turn over and curl into a ball, gripping the sheets all the while.
My body’s sore and trembling from the tension and excitement.
I can hardly comprehend what I’ve just been through. I can hardly comprehend my feelings for him.
“Nate,” I whisper.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sienna,” he says darkly.
I shiver to think that I’m in for more.
He pulls me by the ankles and slides me over to him at the edge of the bed. Somehow, he’s still rock-fucking-hard.
A deep ache forms within my belly as I think about him. I want him still. Even after all of this, I want more.
He spreads my legs wide, and soon, I feel his hot mouth on my pussy. He teases my clit and sucks all the juices. He fucking devours me.
I know I’m the only thing on the menu for him. Now and forever.
He slides a couple of fingers deep inside me and massages my G-spot as he flicks his tongue on my clit.
It doesn’t take long for me to submit, to come.
I fall into the edge of the abyss as I have done before with Nathan. But this time, it’s different. This unspoken connection between us, this unspoken language—it’s all culminating in this moment.
He has me at my most vulnerable, my most exposed.
There’s no hiding from him anymore. I know that, from this night on, I’ll be his in a new way, a way that holds much more meaning.
“Oh god, Nathan, fuck yeah,” I say, grabbing the sheets and the pillows—anything to stabilize my world again.
The climax rocks through my body.
He pulls up and trails kisses along my stomach, my breasts, and finally, on my mouth where I taste my own essence on him.
He kisses me with passion.
He kisses me tenderly.
He kisses me like never before.
As always with Nate, there are many layers. It’s not just surface level with us. It goes much deeper than that.
And he’s made me more aware of this tonight.
“You understand what just happened here, right?” he asks.
I shake my head. I don’t understand. I know it’s something nameless.
“You just submitted to me, Sienna, in all ways that are possible. I’m constantly gonna demand this from you over and over again. You’re mine.”
He gazes into my eyes, and I want to break away. His stare into my soul is too much.
I’m too much. All of this is too much.
But I bravely try to keep his gaze.
He stares at me like he’s staring into a bottomless ocean. He looks at me like he sees so much inside of me, things I don’t even see myself.
Things have definitely shifted between Nate and me.
“You ready for more?” he says, smiling.
“Yes,” I say in what is barely above a whisper.
He gets a lascivious look on his face and spreads me wide again.
But this time, his intentions for me are different. I watch wide-eyed as he teases my entrance with his thick cock.
Every time I see him, I wonder how I’m going to take it.
He stares at me deeply the entire time as he slides into me, inch by miraculous inch.
He knows he’s killing me with this. He knows that, physically and emotionally, I’m his. He has a psychological hold on me. It’s something that goes back years.
Nate has always been the guy, the one for me.
And having him express that to me with his body is a whole new level.
“You good?” he asks me.
I spread my legs farther apart, trying to accommodate him. It never works.
He’s always too much for me to handle. And it’s just enough all at once.
“I’m good,” I say, trying to breathe through it.
He thrusts into me slowly as he bends over and meets me with a kiss. His mouth tastes like something, his own brand of masculinity.
It causes endorphins to spread through my body. I want him. I want this.
But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a lot to take in. Nate demands submission from me in a way that no other man possibly could.
I don’t feel safe with anyone else.
I feel safe with him.
And despite my situation, being his prisoner or whatever, I know I can trust him. And it’s the strangest thing.
He slides into me deeply, our eyes locked the entire time. This is love. But I don’t say it.
He kisses me. And he slides into me.
Slowly, I’m able to open up and take him in as much as I can.
Yeah, it hurts. But what is pleasure without some pain?
Nate’s my first and my only.
My fantasy guy.
My first crush.
But now, all of that is fading into the background as I realize the power of this moment.
The magnitude of devotion coming from him startles me.
I keep his gaze, and he kisses me. I kiss him back.
All the while I’m thinking, How can you do this, Sienna? How can you survive the intensity?
Nate fucks me slowly like this into the night.
He comes hard, and so do I.
He whispers sweet nothings in my ear. He sleeps curled around my body, an ever-present shield. He protects me even in slumber.
In the end, all I know is that I’ve entered an unknown world, a world of darkness and shadows, but I have nothing to fear.
Nate is my guide.
Sienna
The screen flickers with pictures of Jennifer Aniston. But all I can see is the movie I keep playing in my own mind—Daddy dying, falling to the ground.
This morning I saw the paper, and there was his picture. He was strong and tall and proud.
My dead father.
The words on the front page of the paper continue to haunt me. On it is a photo of myself and my parents from last summer’s month-long stay on our yacht.
Dad was wearing a fresh, mint gree
n button-down shirt and a pair of crisp khaki shorts, perfect for a tropical vacation. He had a comforting ‘dad smile’ naturally plastered on his carefree face, and he looked handsome.
I can’t believe he’s gone.
I’ll never recover from this.
Hugging his left wrist was the custom Vacheron Constantin I had given him for his birthday three years prior. I smooth my fingers over the diamond necklace he had given me, and I realize I won’t get to buy him a birthday gift this year.
Not ever again.
Fresh tears form in my eyes.
Even when I think I’m all cried out, they keep on coming.
None of us could have seen any of this shit coming. I think again about my mom. She must be so heartbroken and worried about me. I have to find a way to get to her.
The words had fucking jumped out from the newspaper for the sole purpose of sharply digging into my heart without a shred of mercy. Now each one is tattooed on my brain in big, bold print.
Tragedy.
Murder.
Death.
Kidnapping.
Funeral.
The Rose Family.
I fucking feel sick to my stomach.
My father is gone, and he’s never coming back.
I’m trapped by lies, confusion, anxiety, and Nate’s stupid damn penthouse.
Who would’ve thought a pristine five-hundred-thousand-square-foot penthouse with an open floorplan, high ceilings, a slew of private chiefs, a beautiful pool, and a full spa could feel like a six-by-eight-foot prison cell with a musty cot and windowless, concrete walls?
I’m trapped.
It may be a life of luxury, but it’s a prison all the same.
I’ve tanned by the pool, my perfectly bronzed skin evidence of that. I’ve exercised on every damn piece of fancy equipment in Nate’s home gym. Still, I can’t distract myself long enough to calm my racing thoughts.
Is my mother in danger?
Am I going to die?
I can’t tame the worrisome thoughts.
My main frustration is that Nate won’t tell me anything.
Why the hell am I here? Why can’t I leave? Why has my childhood friend kidnapped me like this?
Nate’s image is permanently etched in my mind now, too.
I’ve felt him. I know him. And yet, he’s still keeping me here against my will.
I feel heated at the thought of his hands on my body.
I lift myself from the buttery soft leather recliner in Nate’s home theater. Feeling the knots in my stomach tighten, I take a deep breath. It’s time to get answers.
I pace back and forth on the plush grey-carpeted theater floor while I work up the nerve to say what I need to say.
Running my fingers through my silky blonde hair, I can almost feel Nate taking full control of me last night. It was the most passionate moment I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The memory of him pounding into my tight little cunt with his massive cock all night long sends shivers through my body even now. There’s no way I’ll ever disrespect him...or escape him. I know that deep in my heart.
Whether I want to admit it or not, I do need him. My body needs him. My heart belongs to him.
All of this is undeniable. But right now, I need an explanation from him.
My heart beats hard in my chest as I think about confronting Nate. He dominates me even in this moment when we’re not together. I feel him in my heart, my body, my soul.
He’s everywhere.
And yet, I know I have to do this. I need answers. I can’t live like this—in limbo, away from mother forever.
And so I steel myself and prepare to make my case.
I hold my head high and look for him around the penthouse.
He’s not anywhere on the first floor, so I take the chrome elevator down a level, hoping to find him. I pass the gym, the library, and many rooms before a maid directs me toward the downstairs living room where she says Mr. Sharp is.
As I approach the luxurious living room with a killer view of the city, I hear Nate’s voice speaking in a hushed tone. I lean against a wall trying to catch some of what he’s saying. I can’t hear everything, but Nate sounds seriously pissed off.
Just when I’m beginning to lose my courage, I hear him sigh heavily as he hangs up the phone.
Slowly and quietly, I peek into the living room where Nate is sitting on a black sectional sofa. He’s holding a crystal glass of some kind of alcohol. I watch him take a long sip and look at his phone.
His muscular body is on display, and I feel heat rising in me again.
I can’t see what’s on the screen, but his clenched jaw and furrowed brow tell me it’s not good. Even in this moment, I want him.
I imagine him fucking me over this couch, having his way with me, making me beg for more. Wetness forms between my thighs, and I try to control it, but it’s irreversible.
Nate is my master.
I exhale and flip my hair as I casually stride from behind the wall. Nate sees my reflection in the window in front of him, but he doesn’t react.
Just above a whisper, I coyly call out his name.
He avoids eye contact. He’s looking at his phone again.
“Not now, Sienna.”
“Yes now, Nate. We need to talk right now.”
He’s agitated, but I don’t give a damn. I’ve come this far, and I’m not backing down now.
“Sienna.” His voice is full of warning.
“Tell me what’s going on, Nate,” I continue. “I feel trapped. I fucking hate this! And I hate you for keeping me here!”
He doesn’t flinch. His eyes are still on the lit iPhone.
I’m sad. I’m afraid. I’m mourning.
And I need him to comfort me somehow, someway.
I need answers. I promise myself I won’t stand down until I get answers.
I’m serious whether he realizes it or not.
With clenched fists, I walk over to Nate. I stand right in front of him, demanding his attention.
He looks up at me with a half-smile like he can’t believe what I’m doing. He’s fucking amused by my display of power, and that pisses me off.
I’m not putting on a show.
Fuck this.
I’m shouting now, “I’ve been in this goddamn penthouse for days with no contact with the outside world! My father is dead, and I can’t even attend the funeral. I don’t know how my mother’s doing. Is she even safe? Can’t you tell me at least that much? None of this makes any sense, and I blame you!”
“Sienna, calm the fuck down. I can’t answer all your questions right now. You just need to trust me.”
His eyes are pleading with mine, yet his voice is lacking emotion. I’m not really sure what to believe. I fidget with the diamond necklace my father gave me as if it can give me some kind of strength.
I try to calm my voice, but there’s a tremor in it despite my best efforts.
I ask simply the question that’s most on my mind, “What am I doing here? Am I your prisoner?”
With cold, stony eyes, he merely replies, “Yes.”
And then I watch as he takes a calculated sip of his drink.
My stomach flips with nausea.
This can’t be happening.
My worst fears are realized.
I’m his...prisoner. Unable to leave.
In this moment, my composure fades. My world comes crashing down in an instant, and everything I knew about life before Daddy’s death is gone.
I don’t have anyone.
I’m alone in this shattered existence.
I turn and run upstairs to my room.
He doesn’t come after me, even though I want him to.
I cry into the cashmere blanket on my bed and watch thick inky streams of black mascara ruin it. I don’t care.
I wish I could ruin his world the way he’s ruined mine.
Escape is on my mind, and it will forever be until I can get out of this situation.
N
ate
Seeing her pout is driving me crazy.
Doesn’t she know I’m trying to help her? Why can’t she see that?
I’m doing everything in my power to protect Sienna, and yet she thinks I’m the enemy. If she only knew who the real enemy was. She would never fuck with me again.
I’m reading the same headlines that she saw. Hudson Rose, shot down in his own home. Sienna Rose, heiress to the fortune, gets kidnapped.
Her story is all over the news. There’s no way I could take her out now.
And there’s no way I can let her go. Edison is never going to let this go, not until he has her. And that’s a certain fate I won’t allow.
I pace around my office trying to find a solution. If Sienna wants to pout and be moody, that’s fine. She doesn’t understand this is for her own good. Why can’t she just fucking trust me for a minute?
I get on the phone with Titus.
“What’s the situation?” I ask.
“He’s reining in, Nate. You’re his target now. And he knows you have the girl and that there’s a reason behind it. He’ll likely kill her, too,” he says.
“Fuck!” I yell into the phone.
This isn’t the way I had envisioned this thing going down. Getting out from under the control of Edison Shaw was supposed to be smooth. I had everything figured out.
Until Sienna fell into my life.
I always dreamed of getting back to her. But I wanted to do so as a changed man.
The circumstances don’t allow her to trust me. And why should she?
She doesn’t know what’s going on. She can’t even imagine how much worse it could be.
And so, I take the brunt of her silence. Because in my heart, I know that what I’m doing is for her.
She’s the classic story of a girl who doesn’t know what’s good for her. Luckily, she has me. I do know it’s good for her.
“You gotta get to LA, Titus. And you gotta hold them off just a little bit longer. There’s something I have to do there.”
The beginnings of a plan start to formulate in my mind.
It’s something I can’t even believe I’m about to do.
“Come on, Nate, the time is now. You need to make your move to another location,” he says.
“Yeah, yeah. I will. But first, one more trip to LA...with Sienna.”
Titus sounds like he can’t believe the words I’m saying.