by Maren Smith
She felt the knuckles of his other hand rap against her backside when he unbuttoned his jeans.
Who wore button-fly jeans in the twenty-first century? No one she knew. No, whispered a little voice. Not no one… Roark. But he was a character in her book. This guy looked exactly like him and acted like him, except for the whole Daddy thing, but that wasn’t possible. Roark was someone she had created… a figment of her imagination. Or is he? whispered the voice again. Shut up! No one knew Roark was actually every hope, every dream, every fantasy she’d ever had rolled into one. Not true, said the voice. Like yourself, you hide Roark’s true nature behind a strong, arrogant façade, but in your heart of hearts you know the truth. You long for a man who will take you in hand, bend you to his will, yet cherish your heart and want to take care of you. But no one knows, she argued with the voice. He does, it said drifting away.
She felt him open his fly, freeing his cock, which nudged between her painful butt cheeks. She caught her breath and bit her lip. He shifted his hips, slipping his enormous cock between her legs, angling it toward the opening to her core. She tried clenching her thighs, but his sharp slap to her backside surprised her and she widened her stance. The smooth, uncut head of his cock slid along her soaked slit until he found her entrance.
“You’re going to come when Daddy mounts you, aren’t you? Do you understand me little girl?” he said in a voice that was part growl, part purr and completely seductive.
Sage could do nothing more than moan and lean more heavily against the wall as she felt him poised and ready to strike. His cock slid along the petals of her sex, gliding into the wetness he bared when he spread her labia. She groaned when she felt that first nudge that lodged him against her heated core. She shuddered, her entire body focused on what was about to occur. Something that shouldn’t happen, that couldn’t be happening… yet it was.
Every nerve ending, every synapse fired at an accelerated rate, and she worried the flames of desire would consume her, but she didn’t care. She was strung tightly as a bow readied to fire an arrow targeted for her molten hub. She wanted him to surge forward, to impale her on his shaft. She needed him to fuck her, didn’t he understand that? Couldn’t he sense that?
He swatted her again.
“I asked if you understood me.”
She nodded. Another painful strike to her backside. She inhaled deeply, trying to keep from crying. God, she needed him. Why didn’t he know that?
“You answer me, little girl,” he said, tugging her clit and rubbing the end of his cock all around her slick labia.
“I understand,” she mewled, hating the sound of her own voice.
“Better. Now say ‘Daddy’s going to make me come when he mounts me.’”
Before he could spank her again, she said in a rush, the words tumbling out in a jumble, “Daddy’s going to make me come when he mounts me.”
She didn’t think that was possible and was still having trouble processing everything taking place. But he knew and did… better than any scene she’d ever written.
Without another word, Roark, for she now knew somehow, inexplicably, it was him, drove into her, surging forward in a single, powerful thrust that filled her to capacity and beyond. His length and girth stretched her in a way she’d never known before. She hadn’t believed it was possible to orgasm just from the act of being mounted and possessed by a dominant man. Sage screamed and collapsed against the mantle, barely able to stand.
Roark began to stroke so deep and hard that every inch of her sheath felt his commanding presence. He hammered her pussy and ravaged her inner walls. She felt torn apart by his mounting and her resulting orgasm. He tightened his hold, and instinctively, she knew it wasn’t to help her. He wanted to hold her in place while he fucked her. The pressure from his shaft pummeling her was overwhelming and she climaxed again.
Sage tried to catch her breath to re-establish her equilibrium, but he wouldn’t have it. He was in complete and utter control, and she knew he was making that point. She barely had time to recover from her second orgasm before he ramped up his plunging and pushed her toward the abyss of a third. He fucked her with strength and velocity through another climax, never once slowing or changing the tempo. A relentless pounding robbed her of her breath, of her will, of her ability to be anything other than what he demanded she be.
The speed and ferocity with which she responded to him was far beyond anything she had ever experienced. She focused on the feel of his cock scraping her interior walls. She could not feel any twitching or thickening of his shaft, telltale signs he might be nearing his own release. There was only the relentless stroking her to ecstasy again and again. She tried to deny him, tried to withhold that last small inkling of herself, but he would have none of it.
Roark swatted her again along the top and sides of her bottom, making her cry out, wailing in both rapture and distress as she came not only from the driving force of his cock, but from the harsh strikes of his hand.
“Rule four… Are we up to four? Doesn’t matter. The next rule is that you never, ever, withhold any response to me, be it coming when I fuck you or crying when you’re being spanked or welted. Your responses belong to Daddy and you will not try to keep them from me. Try it again, ever, and I will make you regret the day you created me.”
He punctuated each word with either a hard surge forward or a stinging blow to her backside. Sage came repeatedly, shuddering in his arms again and again as he took what they both knew to be his.
“One more time, kitten,” he crooned in her ear. “Come for Daddy and milk his cock dry.”
He redoubled his efforts, riding her with a surety bordering on arrogance. She was certain she had nothing left to give him but knew just as well that he would have what he wanted. The fact he could so completely undo her the first time they were together was frightening. Roark demanded her response as easily as her obedience. Nothing she’d ever experienced—either in real life or in prose—had prepared her for the sexual dominance he inflicted on her.
Sage’s wails became moans, then morphed into whimpers when the next orgasm bore down on her. Thankfully she felt his impending release. She cried out one last time and collapsed in his arms as he began spurting what felt like great ropes of cum into her wrecked sheath, bathing it with his creamy essence like it could soothe the fire raging within her. With a last brutal thrust, Roark forced her over the edge into a void where time and space no longer existed. Just this man, just being used by him. Her pussy clamped down, contracting all along his length and milking every last gush of his semen and pulling it deep inside her. His release seemed endless, and Sage could do nothing but endure as he held her in place.
When at last it was over, Roark swung her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed.
“I’d like to freshen up,” she said quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed pulling off his boots and shoes.
Then she registered the fact that while she had been naked, Roark had been fully clothed with only his fly open so his cock was free to fuck her.
“Why? You won’t stay that way for long. I’ve waited a long time for you, Sage. I don’t know how long I’m here for, but I mean to make the most of it. If I’m still here in the morning, we’ll try to figure out who tried to have you killed. If I’m not, you call Scotland Yard and do exactly what they tell you. I’m not sure my need to fuck you is enough to free me from your books, but I suspect keeping you alive is. And if you’ve disobeyed me or put yourself in danger, the first thing I’ll do is welt your ass then fuck it. Trust me, little girl, you don’t want your first ass fucking from Daddy to be when he’s pissed and looking to teach you a lesson.”
“So, you are Roark?” she whispered.
“Who the bloody hell else would I be?” he snarled, standing up to finish undressing.
He crossed over to the room, unashamedly naked. Why the hell should he be? She’d described him more than once as a sexy beast, and he was. He unfastened his vintage Rolex, placing
it on the dresser with his wallet before returning and placing his gun on the nightstand furthest from the window.
“Shove over, Sage. You know I always sleep closest to the door.”
Sage rolled over and didn’t move. She had to be dreaming. That, or whoever tried to kill her had given her the worst, or best, acid trip ever.
Like he always did in the books, Roark wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to snuggle against him, his cock nestled in the cleft of her buttocks, his hand resting possessively on her mons. She tried squirming to get just a little distance between them. He pinched her clit and kept applying pressure until she wriggled back where he wanted her.
“You stay where Daddy puts you, little girl. Next time, you’ll earn yourself more than just a pinch.”
All that had happened in the past twelve hours or so came crashing down on her and quietly Sage started to cry. In a move she’d never written for him, he stroked her gently and kissed her neck, nuzzling its nape under her hair.
“It’s all right, baby. No one will ever harm you again. That’s not to say you won’t get spanked or that I won’t cause you pain when warranted, but you’re safe with Daddy. And your safeword is ‘hero.’”
“You might have mentioned that before now.”
“Why? Would you have used it?”
“No,” she admitted.
Was she safe with him? What if she wasn’t? Or what if she was and Daddy disappeared into the pages of her book, never to return?
Chapter Four
Roark
He gave Sage little sleep, finding his libido every bit as strong, if not stronger, than she portrayed it in the books. More than once, he reached for her and brought her underneath him to mount and stroke her long and hard. Even tired and sore, she never failed to provide him with the response he wanted. Sage seemed surprised at the depth of her carnal nature and her ability to experience multiple orgasms. But each time he rode her, she responded more quickly and intensely, allowing him to revel in her ability to provide him with such pleasure.
He woke, his cock poking at her backside. Never had she written a woman who could compare to her—quick to respond, wildly passionate, and infinitely satisfying. Each time he felt her sheath contract around his shaft, it felt like it had always been this way. Memories of the others she had forced him to endure faded away with each encounter.
Rolling her onto her belly, he knelt behind her and grasped her hips, pulling her up into position—ass up, upper torso and head down. He grinned when he reached between her legs to stroke her silky slit. He had yet to not find her wet and waiting. He guided his staff to the entrance of her core then pushed forward before she was fully awake. She groaned and a small orgasm rippled through her body. He stroked her hard and fast until she came screaming into the pillow as he thrust home and spent his seed deep inside her.
He released her and tipped her back over onto her side, settling back into his normal place and pulling her close. He smiled when she didn’t try to wriggle away.
“Tell me something… Why is it in the books you always have your women on top, sliding up and down your cock while you play with their tits and clit, but you have yet to even fuck me face-to-face?”
He barked a laugh, idly fondling her nipples.
“Because naughty little girls only get fucked on their back as a treat when they’ve been very good and are never allowed on top. You, my pet, will almost always be fucked in very submissive positions to remind you Daddy is the one in charge, not you. To that end, and to get a handle on your behavior, I’ve decided to put you on maintenance spankings twice a week.”
“Twice a week?” she squeaked. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Fair is whatever I define it to be. We’ll start with twice a week and see how it goes. You behave yourself, and I may adjust it down. You decide to challenge my authority and misbehave, I’ll increase it to three times a week, or more. You will not be allowed to continue down this self-destructive path you seem determined to travel. You’re going to follow the rules I determine, and when you don’t, you will get punished.”
He slipped his hand between them and gently massaged her dark rosebud. She tried to shift away from his invasive finger, but he pinched her nipple until she submitted and didn’t try to evade his touch.
“In case you missed it, pet, the power dynamic between us has shifted. You are no longer in control of anything. You belong to me… all of you. You exist to please me in the same way I exist to pleasure and keep you safe. That means your body belongs to me. You don’t abuse it. You’re going to start eating right…”
“I eat fine,” she said, with a kind of pout she didn’t know she was capable of.
“Chips and Ho Hos are not proper nutrition. And, here’s a big one, you do not seek to pleasure yourself unless I tell you to. I tossed the vibrator you bought here in England into the rubbish last night. Daddy will see to all your sexual needs.”
“You expect me to agree with this?”
He chuckled. “Did I ask for your agreement? Be a good girl and tell Daddy you’re going to follow the rules. Tell me that when you don’t, you want and expect Daddy to discipline you in whatever way he deems best.”
Sage said nothing. He enveloped her in a sensual haze that combined soft caresses with his silky voice. She melted back into his body, answering his call and agreeing to everything, but he needed her to say it. The fingers that rolled and gently squeezed her nipples pinched them hard until her body stiffened and she yelped.
“Did you hear me, pet? Daddy needs to know you understand.”
“I do,” she said, sighing with a combination of arousal and resignation, snuggling back into his body, instinctively seeking his strength and comfort.
“Then you say it. Tell me you know you belong to Daddy and understand and expect that when you’re naughty I will curb your errant behavior. Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and try to follow the rules.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said trying out the honorarium for the first time.
“All of it, Sage.”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “I belong to Daddy. If you decide I’ve been bad…”
“You are never bad, baby, you just misbehave sometimes. Try again.”
“I belong to Daddy,” Why was there so much comfort and joy in saying those four little words? “I’m going to try to follow Daddy’s rules. If I don’t or misbehave, Daddy is going to punish me.”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured seductively. He rubbed her backside lightly, chuckling when she winced from even the lightest contact. “You have a beautifully responsive bottom, Sage. It colors easily and well and has the most delightful give and bounce to it when my hand lands.”
“I’m so glad you enjoy it,” she said, just a touch of snark in her voice.
“Careful, Sage. You start sassing me and I’ll drag you out of this bed, wash your mouth out with soap, and spank you until you’re crying and begging me to stop. For the record, if you earn yourself a discipline spanking when you’re already scheduled for maintenance, you’ll receive the discipline spanking and maintenance will be moved to the next day.”
“How did you learn all this? I didn’t write you like that.”
“But you wanted to,” he whispered. “You created me for yourself. You just never told anyone what you wanted and instinctively knew you needed. But I knew. Go to sleep, Sage.”
He felt her sag against him as sleep claimed her. Once she rested peacefully, he kissed her cheek and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sage became fidgety; he leaned over to kiss her again and stroked her body until she settled.
Who tried to kill her… and why?
Roark got up, pulled on his jeans, grabbed her laptop, then stretched back out on the bed. He worked his way through looking for information on the net while not being a part of it. He idly wondered if he could move back and forth between the two existences but was unwilling to try for fear if he succeeded in returning to the book, he mi
ght never escape it again. Sage needed him here in the physical world. She needed him to protect her from this clear and present danger as well as from herself.
Running his hand down her body and rubbing her still slightly colored backside, he smiled at her preening under his attention.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here and he’s going to take care of you.”
He watched the news and learned the body of the man who tried to kill Sage had been found and identified as a killer for hire. So, no motive for the man himself, but somebody hired him. Sage didn’t seem to know anything. Nothing he knew led him to believe she’d done anything that would warrant notice from any criminal element, much less something of the magnitude they’d want her dead. She wrote erotic romance books for God’s sake, not in-depth investigative journalism pieces exposing the wrongdoings of someone in power.
Roark pulled up her financial documents and began combing them. At first glance, they appeared to be in order, but something kept tickling at his brain. Something was off; something didn’t seem quite right. He ordered room service and leaned over to nuzzle and kiss her awake.
She opened her eyes and seemed confused at first.
“Roark?”
“Yes, pet, Daddy’s here. I’ve ordered breakfast. Why don’t you go hop in the shower? Later I’ll have your things brought to my room.”
“The hotel knows you’re here?”
“It’s where I live.”
“You… you don’t really exist,” she whispered.
He patted her backside, smiling when she winced.
“Your bottom seems to think I exist. Maybe I should reinsert the butt plug, so you have a constant reminder I am here and now in the physical world.”
“No, please. Did they seemed surprised at all that you were calling?”
“Not at all. As far as I can tell, you and I are the only ones who are aware that until last night, I only existed in the pages of your books.”