by Madison Faye
“Why have you done this? Why am I here?”
“I’m afraid you have been a very naughty girl.”
Devon crossed her arms over her stomach as she nervously licked her lips. She said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
“That video game software company you hacked two months ago was a front for a covert government program. The CIA set up the controversial game to attract terrorists and rogues so that they could monitor the chat rooms.”
“I-I didn’t know. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t see anything!” explained Devon in a rush.
“It’s too late. The Department of Homeland Security initiated an arrest warrant. I simply got to you first.”
“Why?”
Reid took a few steps toward her. Devon started to back away, but the flash of displeasure that crossed his face stalled her retreat.
“I can’t tell you that till you have completed your training.”
“I don’t want to be here. I’ll take my chances with the government. They’ll see that I’m innocent and didn’t mean any harm. It was just a prank.”
“I’m afraid you no longer have a choice in the matter. You’re mine now. As far as the government and law enforcement are concerned, you’re presumed dead.”
In a flash, Devon recalled him coating herself and her bed in her own blood.
Shaking her head, she took a step back.
“No. No.”
Reid took another step forward till her back was against the wall. He raised both arms to cage her in. Leaning close, he whispered, “There is never a time I will take no for an answer from you, my pet.”
The spicy scent of his cologne tickled her nose. Helplessly, she stared at the few chest hairs that peeked above the collar of his t-shirt rather than meet his gaze. She could feel her body react to his nearness. His words from that night came back to her in a rush. How desire and fear were almost one and the same.
She licked her lips. An awful nervous habit.
At the gesture, his body shifted, his hips leaned in closer, pressing into her own. She could feel the weight of his erect cock press against her stomach.
Reid leaned down. His lips barely touched her throat as she could hear him inhale deeply, taking in her scent as a predator would its prey.
His head lifted. His eyes were focused on her mouth. Again, she licked her lips. She couldn’t help it. It was a nervous tic.
His eyes sparked as they clashed with her own.
There was one long moment when she thought he was going to kiss her.
Abruptly, he pulled away from her, storming across the room.
A rush of cold air replaced his warmth as a confusing twist of disappointment settled in her stomach.
She hadn’t actually wanted him to kiss her. Had she?
“All the women here are my daughters. They obey my commands and I care and protect them. You are now Daughter Thirteen. Forget your past life. It is gone.”
“No! My name is Devon.”
“Your name is Thirteen,” he bit out. “The sooner you accept that, the better off it will be for you.”
He turned to leave. On impulse she rebelled.
“Never,” she spat out.
With a growl he turned. His powerful body reached her in two strides. Placing his hands under her arms, he threw her up against the wall; her toes were not even touching the floor. Pressing his full hard frame against her, he demanded, “Call me Father. Say it now.”
Her mind shut down. All she could do was feel her body’s primal response to his. The domineering strength. The press of his cock. His eyes had become black with anger. His white, sharp teeth bit off every word. “Say it, Thirteen.”
Her mouth dry with fear, Devon swallowed before choking out, “Father.”
Reid lowered her slowly. She felt every commanding inch of his body before her feet once more touched the floor.
Placing his hand under her jaw, he tilted her head back.
“It would be extremely foolish to test me, Daughter. You won’t win and the punishment from this point on will be severe.”
With that warning, he left the room.
Devon slowly slid down the wall till she was sitting stunned on the floor. Bringing her knees up protectively to her chest, she lowered her head and cried.
Chapter Four
One week later
Reid entered the observation room with a nod to Seven. The curvy brunette was covered in a stunning array of colorful tattoos from her neck down.
“Hello, Father. Come to check on Thirteen?”
“Any improvement?”
At that moment, there was a howl of indignation from the room on the other side of the two-way mirror. Reid looked up to see one of his primary boxing instructors fall to his knees, gripping his balls.
Seven wrinkled her nose. “It’s a slow process.”
Reid had been keeping his distance from Thirteen ever since that day in her room. He had damned near fucked her senseless right up against the wall. This lack of control was not like him. He was known for his discipline and calm demeanor in the face of high risk. It was why his clients paid a high premium for his services.
He’d initially started the compound to help the government train fringe recruits. The type of person who wouldn’t pass a background check for the FBI or CIA but who had certain desirable skills. Eventually he branched off into private clients as well. Nothing too shady and absolutely nothing that would jeopardize the safety of the United States. Mainly rich boys with their toys who liked to fuck with other rich boys by taking their toys. He was still bemused by how much a man would pay to fuck over his competition. Whether it was stealing a marketing plan for a billion-dollar product rollout or placing a virus in their software. That Sony fuck-up that got blamed on the Koreans? That was him. The CEO of Sony pissed off another CEO who decided to serve up a steaming pile of revenge.
About a year ago, he decided focusing only on male recruits was a mistake. In his opinion, females were smarter, more agile, and better problem solvers than men. So he searched for skilled females who also lingered in the dangerous fringe. For some, he was the first man to actually give a damn about their well-being. He put a roof over their head, gave their life a purpose, gave them money and security. He was not sure how it happened, but slowly they all started to call him Father. He supposed he was a father figure to them all. But that is where the relationship ended. While he may believe in tough love to keep them in line, he never fucked any of them. It was bad for business.
That was until Thirteen.
She was different.
It wasn’t the first time he had taken an unwilling recruit. People who lived on the fringe… unwanted… no family… skirting the edge of the law… typically didn’t listen to recruitment speeches or go to job fairs. They had to be persuaded the old-fashioned way… with force. They usually got on board quickly when they realized he was going to improve their lives.
Not Thirteen.
She continued to fight the program… and fascinate him.
Perhaps it was her petite frame or those large innocent eyes, but she seemed so fragile… so lost. Until you learned she had a stubborn streak made of iron, the mouth of a sailor, and apparently a really mean right kick. Reid grimaced as he watched his trainer roll onto his side and curl up into the fetal position. Well, at least she was getting down some of the self-defense moves he insisted all his daughters know for their own protection out in the field.
Some sick part of him wanted to taste that fire. To bend her to his will. To feel the moment she accepted his authority over her while he was sunk deep inside her tight pussy. Calling him Father was no longer an endearment or a sign of respect. He wanted her to scream it. To groan it. He wanted her to recognize him as her father. Her disciplinarian. Her master.
He felt an almost irrational anger toward her for making him drop his guard like this.
“Get Mitch out of there and clear the deck. I’ll take over Thirteen’s training today.”
He watched as Seven entered the room. Propping Mitch’s arm over her shoulder, she helped him limp out of the room. Thirteen stood in a corner, arms folded defiantly over her chest, chin raised.
He watched.
She paced the room for a few steps. Stared at the door. Muttered a curse under her breath.
Still he watched.
Then she licked her lips.
Reid smiled. His little pet was getting nervous.
Good. She should be nervous. Father was angry and spoiling for a fight.
* * *
Reid entered the room. He watched as her shoulders straightened. Her eyes narrowed. Like the rest of them at the compound, she was dressed in black cargo pants and a fitted black t-shirt. As much as he regretted having to cut off her hair, long hair left too much DNA evidence behind. He had to admit the sleek bob suited her. Without all that hair framing her face, her bright eyes appeared twice as large. Her lips and cheekbones equally so.
“Hello, Daughter.”
“Hello, Bastard.”
“I see you are without a sparring partner.”
Reid casually picked up a pair of hand wraps and pulled the fingerless padded gloves onto his hands, securing them tightly at the wrists. He could feel his pulse rise with anticipation.
Kicking off his shoes, he stepped onto the padded mat with bare feet.
Raising his fists, he challenged, “Come at me.”
“I’m not going to fight you.”
“What’s the matter, baby girl? Now that it’s real life and not some nonsense video game, are you afraid you’re not the badass you thought you were?”
With a howl of outrage, Thirteen flew across the room at him. Swinging her right arm in a large arc, she tried to punch him in the jaw. Leaning back, he easily averted the hit. Grabbing her right arm, he spun her around till her arm was pinned behind her back. Her ass pressed against his hips. Leaning down, he inhaled the musky scent of her sweat and anger.
“Let me go!” she screeched as she twisted in his grasp. The movement only caused friction between her warm body and his already hard cock.
He pushed her away from him but not before grasping a fistful of material from her t-shirt. As she fell to the floor, the t-shirt tore off in his hands.
Pushing to her feet, she looked down at her chest, clad only in a thin sports bra. Baring her teeth, she flew at him again.
Crouching low, he swung out his right foot, kicking her feet out from under her. The exact move he’d used to destabilize her in her apartment a week ago.
Falling to his knees, he tried to straddle her hips but she was too quick for him. Smoothly rolling away, she hopped onto her feet. Before he could adjust his position, her right leg swung out, kicking him in the ribs.
Her triumphant shout was short-lived.
Turning onto his back, he swung his legs in an arc, the movement propelling his body upward. The moment he was on his feet, he stalked toward her.
Thirteen turned to run. Her bare feet tripped on the mat. She fell hard. Still, she rose up on her knees and tried to crawl to safety.
Once again, falling to his knees, he grabbed her hips and forced her backwards, groaning when her ass smashed into his hips, cradling his cock. Without thought, he ground his hips against her. Wanting her to feel his cock. Wanting her to fear it… him.
With his left hand, he grabbed a fistful of her silky short locks and wrenched her head back. Her back arched, pushing her ass further against his hips.
Using his teeth, he pulled the sparring glove off his right hand, needing to touch her. Tossing the glove aside, he palmed her breast, squeezing it cruelly. Relishing in the heavy weight that caressed his palm.
“Get off me, you bastard!”
Raising his arm, he slapped her right ass cheek. The cracking sound of his palm echoed around the small training chamber. It was not enough. He wanted to feel her skin. Needed to feel her bare skin.
Forcing his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he ruthlessly pulled them down, exposing the soft, creamy flesh of her ass to his hungry gaze. Raising up on his knees, he released his grasp on her hair to unbutton his pants.
Seizing the opportunity, Thirteen lurched forward, out from between his thighs. He had only a chance to grab onto the ankle of her pants. Turning on her back, she kicked out till she was free of the fabric and able to scurry away. After a few feet she stood, flying backwards till she hit the protective comfort of the wall.
Reid slowly rose, taking in the vision of her naked form with only a thin sports bra for coverage. Her cheekbones were covered in a high flush as her breasts rose and fell with her labored breath. Strands of her short hair clung to her wet cheek. The slim sinews of her thighs glistened with sweat as he turned his gaze to her sweet pussy. With only a light dusting of curls, he could see the outline of her delicate lips.
Pinning her to the wall with his stare, he slowly removed the other glove. He then pulled his sweat soaked t-shirt over his head. Reid didn’t miss the startled look of appreciation that crossed her wary features. He knew what effect his defined chest and abs had on women, but right now, his only concern was what this woman in front of him was thinking… feeling.
Keeping her gaze, his hands lowered to the fastening of his pants.
“Don’t!” she cried out in warning. Her arms outstretched before she remembered her vulnerable state and returned them to trying to cover her hips and pussy.
With a crooked smile, he deliberately took his time releasing the button, then slowly lowering the zipper.
The only sound in the small chamber was of her harsh breathing and his even, calm breath. Reid was in his element. He was on the hunt. In control. His prey cornered. The time for games was over. He was no longer going to deny himself the pleasure of fucking her, of sinking his cock deep inside her warm flesh.
She was his.
His.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, before she even knew he existed.
She was his… and it was past time he claimed her.
Taking a few steps toward her, he watched as her eyes scanned the room looking for an escape. There would be none for her. As the muscles of her thighs tensed in anticipation of running, he lunged forward. His body was now only inches from her own. Thirteen tried turning to the right. His arm shot out, palm flat against the wall, to block her path. Undaunted, she swung left but was greeted by his other arm.
She was trapped within his embrace.
“This is happening, Thirteen,” he growled against her neck. “It’s your choice whether I fuck you hard or make love to you.”
While she may try to run, she could never hide the signs of her own arousal from him. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated. He could see her pounding heartbeat with every throbbing breath she took. Desire spurred on by fear. An intoxicating combination.
His pants had slipped down on his hips, exposing the thick base of his shaft. Warring with the impulse to fist himself to relieve some of the ache, he waited for her response.
Their faces were so close they shared the same breath.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
His eyes lit with an unholy gleam. She made her choice.
Grabbing her throat with his right hand, he forced her head back while he gently tightened his grasp. His mouth descended on hers. Finally tasting her. Sweeping his tongue inside to duel with her own, he could feel the sharp edge of her teeth scrape the bottom of his tongue as he ravaged her mouth. Taking what he wanted, her soft whimpers only goaded him on. Tearing himself from her mouth, he ordered, “Lick your lips.”
Without hesitation, the tip of her pink tongue swept out to trace a glistening path along her bottom lip.
Reid growled at the sight before crushing his mouth down on hers once more.
Keeping his grasp on her throat, his left hand swept over her hip to her lower back. Pulling her free from the wall, he roughly tossed her body onto the padded mat. Taking only a moment to admire her
sprawled at his feet, legs open, his mark on her inner thigh. He lowered his body to rest between her outstretched limbs. Grabbing her sports bra, he yanked it up over her arms before twisting the fabric between her wrists, securing them.
Keeping his dark eyes on her bright, startled gaze, Reid lowered his head to flick one pert nipple with his tongue.
Thirteen groaned and bucked her hips.
“Tell me to hurt you,” he breathed against her flesh.
“What?”
“Tell me to hurt you. Beg me,” he groaned as he traced his tongue along the inner curve of her breast, relishing the salty taste of her skin.
Reid’s eyes bore into her own, conveying what words could not. He knew her. Better than she knew herself. Knew what she needed. Craved.
“Make it hurt… Father.”
Sucking her other nipple deep into his warm mouth, he bit down on the sensitive flesh, refusing to release her till she screamed in pleasured pain.
Sliding lower, his head dipped to kiss the still bruised tattoo on her inner thigh before he took her leg and raised it high. Twisting her body, he flipped Thirteen onto her stomach before grabbing her hips and forcing her onto her knees.
Fisting the heavy weight of his shaft, he placed the head at her tight entrance.
Seizing a chunk of hair at the base of her skull, he pulled her head back. “Beg me,” he ordered.
“Hurt me, Father,” she pleaded.
With that simple plea, he forced his cock deep inside her body. One thrust, to the hilt.
“Oh, god!” she cried out before collapsing forward from the impact.
Pulling her back into a kneeling position by her hair, he began to pound into her flesh. Giving no quarter. He wanted her to feel every punishing inch of his cock in her wet heat. Wanted her to feel bruised from his touch.
Clenching his teeth against the overpowering sensation of her tight, hot sheath, he thrust again and again. Raising his arm, he gave her ass a stinging slap.
Thirteen gasped.
He slapped her harder, wanting to see the red imprint of his hand on her soft, white flesh. The tattoo was not enough. He wanted his mark all over her body.