by Madison Faye
Nelson doesn’t notice me at first and I’m able to take him by surprise. I turn him by the shoulder and slam my fist into his face, breaking his nose. I punch him over and over again, exacting punishment that he rightfully deserves. My vision goes red when he pulls a gun from his waistband; I knock it from his inexperienced hands and deliver a jaw-crunching punch that knocks him out.
“G-Gage, is that you?” Estella’s frightened voice is enough to make me want to deliver another beating to the bastard who dared to touch what is mine.
“Princess, open the door.”
In less than a second she flies through the door and into my arms. She clings to me like she’s scared I’ll disappear if she lets go.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I ask, pushing her away a bit so I can look at her.
“I’m fine, but Bridgette… he hit her hard. Is she okay?”
“Let me check.”
“Oh, Gage, she hired Steve to attack me,” she says on a sob. “She wanted me gone so she could have my money.”
“I had a suspicion but no hard evidence. The money she paid Nelson came from your accounts.”
“I—I didn’t know. She handles all of my accounts…”
I nod; Andrew said as much when I spoke with him earlier. He called for an update and was livid. Nelson is damn lucky I’m the one who got to him first. Andrew wouldn’t have stopped at a simple beating.
A quick check of Bridgette’s head wound and I’m confident she’ll be fine. “She’s okay. She got less than she deserves for what she’s put you through.”
I make a quick call to Rodney and within minutes the room is swarming with police. Nelson and Bridgette are arrested, though they both have to take a detour to the hospital before heading off to jail. By the time the police are done questioning us, Estella is completely wiped. She can hardly keep her eyes open, and she refuses to leave my arms. They wanted to question us separately, but Estella threw a temper tantrum to rival all tantrums until they relented.
“We’ll be in touch if we have any other questions,” Officer Winston says, offering his hand to shake.
Finally, after hours, we are free to go.
* * *
Estella falls asleep in the car. Instead of waking her, I carry her to our room. She doesn’t stir when I put her in bed, not even when I remove her clothes. She mumbles something in her sleep and rolls to her side, curling up in a small ball in the center of the mattress.
I leave her to sleep while I call her brother to explain what happened.
“I’m so glad you were there, brother. I can never repay you for keeping her safe.”
“There’s something else you should know.”
“What is it?” Andrew asks suspiciously.
I don’t care if Andrew gets mad about my relationship with Estella, but I know it would hurt her to have him disapprove. Hopefully he will be reasonable.
“Estella and I are together.”
“What do you mean, ‘together’?”
“I mean that she is mine. I want you to understand, this isn’t just a fling for me. Estella is it. I’m going to spend my life keeping her safe and making her happy.” My words are a promise and I mean every one of them.
I can hear Andrew sigh on the other end of the line and I can imagine him running his hands through his hair in agitation. “If you hurt her, they will never find your body.”
That’s as close to consent as I’m going to get. “Noted. I’ll keep you updated on what happens with the case. I don’t foresee any issues with getting them the maximum punishment. The evidence is pretty damning.”
“Thanks, man. Take care of my sister.”
I end the call and decide to take a quick shower before I join Estella in bed. I frown when I see the covers are a tangled mess around her legs as if she’s been tossing and turning. She whimpers in her sleep and I know she’s having a bad dream. I crawl in bed with her and pull her into my arms. The tension seeps out of her limbs and her sleep becomes peaceful.
Chapter Eleven
Estella
I jerk awake from a nightmare. In my dream, Gage didn’t come to my rescue and Steve Nelson was able to break down the bathroom door. He ripped open my clothes and put his clammy hands all over my body. It was horrible.
“It’s okay, princess, it was just a bad dream.”
“I dreamed that he touched me. He was going to rape me. If you wouldn’t have gotten to me in time…”
Gage hugs me closer. “Shh… I did get there in time. It’s over. You’re safe and nothing else will ever happen to you.”
“Make me forget, Daddy. Please.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”
“Please, Daddy. I need you,” I beg.
Gage groans, and I think he’s going to deny me, but then he rolls on top of me and his big body covers me from head to toe. I should feel claustrophobic, but I don’t. I feel safe and loved. Desired.
He kisses me softly, as if he is afraid I might break. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, I suck his lower lip into my mouth then nip it with my teeth. Gage growls in response and kisses me with the ferocious passion I crave. I want him to take me. To erase the mere thought of another man’s hands on me.
Gage’s hand slips between us and he delves into my folds, finding me slick and ready for him. He replaces his fingers with his cock and eases himself inside me. His kiss is rough and uncontrolled but the way he moves within me is slow and gentle, the complete opposite of what I crave. I claw at his back and move my hips up so that he goes deeper, harder.
“I think someone has forgotten who is in charge.” There is an edge of a threat in his tone.
“I am,” I say stubbornly as I rotate my hips, grinding my clit between our bodies. I know I’m goading him, but if he won’t give me what I want willingly, I’ll force his hand.
“Does my princess want a spanking? Does she want to be fucked hard?” he growls in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
Without warning I’m flipped to my knees and his hand comes down on my ass. He peppers my ass with smack after smack with one hand while he plunges two fingers deep inside me with the other. My first orgasm takes me by surprise, the second causes my legs to shake, but Gage doesn’t stop.
“I can’t. Not again… Oh, fuck,” I scream as a third orgasm tears through my body, I collapse to the bed in a pile of well-pleasured woman.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.”
Gage pulls me back up to my knees and fills me with his cock in one hard thrust. He fucks me hard and fast just like I wanted. He bottoms out with every thrust and it hurts so good. He pulls out and flips me to my back. When he enters me again, he does so slowly. My eyes close as he works me to yet another orgasm.
“Look at me, princess.”
My eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds, but I will them up. The look on Gage’s face is totally worth the effort. He’s making love to me. Showing me how he feels about me. A slow, but powerful orgasm is building, and I cry out his name as he buries himself deep and he floods my pussy with his release.
“I love you, Estella.”
Tears well up and I don’t even try to fight them. “I love you too, Daddy.”
Epilogue
Seven months later
Gage
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask for the millionth time. Estella retired from modeling shortly after both her stepmother and Nelson were charged and sentenced to thirty years in prison with zero chance of parole, but once word got out about the pregnancy she had designers and pregnancy magazines begging her to come out of retirement.
“Yes, Daddy. It’s just one show. Julie is an old friend and I want to help her.”
“You aren’t too tired?” I give her a stern look when she laughs at my concern. “I’m serious, you’ve not been sleeping well, and you are sick more often than not.”
> Pregnancy has not been easy for her. Morning sickness hit her hard and it was more like all-day sickness. And the doctor lied when she said it would go away early into the second trimester. Estella has been sick nonstop.
“I’m fine. I promise.”
“Estella, one minute,” one of the dozens of people organizing the fashion show says.
“Coming!”
She turns to walk toward the stage and I tug her back to me, taking her lips in a possessive kiss. “Not yet, but you will be.”
“Promise, Daddy?”
“You bet your cute little ass, Mrs. Buchanan.”
The End
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