by Nova Edwins
I’m almost all the way through the entry hall when I see the light under a door and hear a couple of male voices talking.
"What’s the plan?" one of them wants to know.
I hesitate because I’m curious, although I know I really should get going. But instead, I sneak closer to the ajar door of the room where the men are talking.
"We won’t get another chance like this. He’s never been distracted like that, and once the magic of her pussy vanishes, he’ll be like before. I say we kill him now." The man who’s talking sounds angry, like he can barely contain his rage.
"And the chick?" Another voice asks.
My heart beats like a drum since I most definitely want to know the answer.
"The fuck do I care about her? Have a go at her if it makes you happy. Just make sure she doesn’t live to tell the story," the angry one says.
"I can do that. No problem. She’s as good as dead." He chuckles, and then there’s a sound as if he’s inhaling something. Probably a smoker.
I turn around and try to wrap my brain around the things I just heard. Some of Luke’s men want to kill him, and one of them just got his leader’s permission to rape me before also killing me.
Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I supposed to do?
Should I warn Luke? Should I run? What’s my next move?
I hear the men behind the door getting ready, and my stomach is tight with fear. Any hopes of running I had are shattered in an instant. I might have had a chance to escape if this wasn’t the night his men decided to kill Luke. But now I know that they’re awake and alert. As soon as they enter Luke’s bedroom and realize that I’m not there—I will be fucked. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. I don’t know where to hide, I can’t fight, and I certainly can’t outsmart a handful of hardened criminals with the intent to kill their own boss. I’m not ruthless and experienced enough.
I duck into the shadow, pressing my back against the wall, as the door swings open and the men come out. They switch off the light and creep through the hallway toward the stairs.
My time is running out. What am I supposed to do?
As I lean forward to check where they are, I see that the room they left is some kind of an office. Maybe there’s a phone, and I can at least call the police. It’s kind of embarrassing that this is the best idea I can come up with.
Fear spreads in my stomach as I hurry into the room. There’s a little moonlight coming through the windows, and I hope it’s enough because I don’t dare to switch on any of the lamps.
I check the tables and the big desk, but a phone is nowhere to be seen. Desperate, I start opening the desk drawers hoping to find a cell phone at least. I probably should have stayed with Luke. Maybe he could’ve protected me from his men. I mean, that’s what daddies do, right?
My heart’s beating faster when I find the gun. It’s black and looks vicious, but I grab it without hesitation. Wow, those things are much heavier than I anticipated. So how do I find out if it’s loaded? I don’t know anything about guns except that they can kill people.
I fumble with it as all of a sudden, there’s a heavy thud above me.
The men must have entered the bedroom, and Luke isn’t going down without a fight by the sound of it.
Eyeing the gun in my hand, I have that gnawing feeling in my stomach that I’m about to do something really, really stupid.
An agonizing screams rips through the house, and I start running. I don’t think or hesitate; I just sprint out of the room, up the stairs, and down the hallway.
Luke might be my captor and a giant asshole, but I could not live with myself if a man gets killed when I could’ve done something to prevent it.
My blood is pumping so fast that my head feels like it’s about to explode when I enter the room. Luke is on his knees, wrestled down by two men who are holding his arms and shoulders. The third one is aiming his gun at Luke’s head, while the fourth one is lying on the ground with his head cocked in a weird angle and a little rivulet of blood running from his mouth. I supposed that Luke did that, and I don’t know if I’m relieved that he’s okay or freaked out by the fact he just killed a guy. But then again, it was probably self-defense.
Luke pales when he sees me. "Run, Bec, run," he bellows.
The man with the gun turns around, seemingly unimpressed by the fact that I’m also holding a gun. "Don’t do anything stupid, girl. Give up now, and nothing’s gonna happen to you."
I don’t believe a word coming out of his mouth. He looks as angry as he sounded downstairs. The hate in his eyes make me shaky and even more nervous.
"Let Luke go." I have to grip the gun with both hands now since I’m trembling so bad.
"You’re making a mistake, girl." The angry one narrows his eyes on me and takes a step toward me.
I panic. Otherwise, I can’t explain me actually pulling the trigger. The shot rings in my ears, and the man clutches his chest before he goes to the ground. His buddies stare at me in pure shock, unable to comprehend what just happened.
I can’t blame them since I don’t get it myself. There’s a man lying on the floor with blood coming out of the wound in his chest because I shot him.
I lower the gun and feel tears pricking in my eyes.
Luke is the only one who’s not paralyzed by the sudden turn of events. Like it’s nothing, he frees himself from the men’s grip and smashes his fist into the face of the first one before grabbing the dead man’s gun and shooting them both.
He comes to me, takes the gun from my trembling fingers, and pulls me to his chest. "Everything will be fine, darling," he whispers and kisses the top of my head. "Everything will be fine."
Chapter 9
Luke
Bec has been quiet all day. It took me a good while to coax what happened out of her. Apparently, my little fucktoy wanted to run away when she stumbled upon the men plotting to kill me.
I still can’t describe what I felt when I woke up with a gun pointed to my head while realizing that Bec wasn’t there.
The day went by in a blur. I had to make sure that Bec was okay, that there weren’t any more men with such a bad grudge against me and had access to my home, and finally, I had to get rid of the bodies and every other possible piece of evidence.
As far as I’m concerned, those men were never here, and I know nothing about their disappearances.
I had two of the housekeepers prepare one of the guest bedrooms since I can’t imagine Bec wanting to sleep in my old bedroom. But that’s okay.
I watch her as she picks at her food. She has barely eaten all day, and now she’s just pushing the food around on her plate using the fork.
I’m in a delicate spot. Bec has saved me, but she was only able to do so because she tried to run. Now what am I to do since I can hardly punish her for saving me?
"You should eat something, darling."
"I’m not hungry."
"Eat anyway. Believe me when I tell you that you’ll need your strength."
Bec cocks her head. "What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. You’re due for another punishment. Your lesson yesterday obviously didn’t take."
She puts the fork down and crosses her arms. "You can’t be serious. I saved your life."
"I know, and for that, I’ll be forever grateful."
"Then there’s no need to punish me. I promise I won’t run again."
"Somehow I find that very hard to believe. You still don’t trust me, and that hurts my feelings, darling. Tell me who I am."
She narrows her eyes. "I think you know your own name."
"Of course, I know my name. But that’s not what I want to hear. Who am I to you?" I smile at her and just love how she blushes when she realizes what I’m hinting at. "Say it, Bec, you’re just making it worse by hesitating."
I can’t get enough of the way she squirms in her seat before she licks her lips. "You’re my . . . Daddy."
"Good girl. Now, as your Daddy, I was very concerned last night
when I woke up and you weren’t there. I’m not easy to scare. In fact, I usually don’t feel fear at all. But when my precious plaything was gone? I didn’t like that feeling at all. So I’m going to punish you for scaring me. I’m your Daddy, and it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re okay. I can’t do that when you’re running from me."
Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me. "You were scared? Mister deadly and evil was scared?"
"Of course, I was scared. You’re the most precious thing in the world."
She defiantly lifts her chin. "Now, you’re just making up stuff to humiliate me. Like you care about me at all. You’re just looking to get your dick wet, and I happen to have a vagina."
I get up so fast that my chair tumbles over. There are a million things I want to say to her about how much I care about her and how desperate I was when I didn’t know where she was, but I don’t say a word. Actions speak louder than words, and my little fucktoy needs to learn her lesson.
I grab her upper arm and drag her along with me. When Bec pushes her heels into the ground to stop me, I simply lift her up and throw her caveman-style over my shoulder.
"Oh no! You didn’t just do that!"
I smack her round ass. "Like you don’t love it when I do that. You’re mine, Bec. Time to accept your fate."
"Never," she snarls and wiggles on my shoulder, trying to throw me off-balance.
I don’t allow it and just carry her into our new bedroom. She’s so small and weak, which makes pinning her down easy. It’s my favorite part to have her under me, looking up at me with those big pretty eyes.
It’s exciting how she’s trying to fight me. How she pretends to not want me as much as I want her. But I can read her like an open book. She came to rescue me because deep down, she knows that we belong together. She could’ve run, but she stayed.
Her breath quickens as she arches her back in the hopes of throwing me off. With a smile, I push her into the position I want to have her.
She keeps struggling with that gleam in her eyes that tells me she enjoys this as much as I do.
My hand is so big on her small throat; it’s thrilling. I force her to hold still as I bend down to kiss her. My toy opens her mouth for me and sucks on my tongue as I push it forward. The sensation shoots down to my dick, and I moan.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the most exciting part isn’t her fighting. Maybe it’s when she submits—when she bends to my will and becomes my needy little whore who can’t get enough of whatever I’m offering her.
She’s wearing a pretty blouse that I bought her along with a lot of other clothing. The dark blue suits her, and it’s almost a pity that I’m going to destroy that fine piece of fabric. Bec gasps as I rip the blouse open, buttons flying all over.
"Don’t . . . ," she whispers, but it doesn’t sound convincing.
I lean down and lick her neck before I bite down and enjoy her scream. "Bad girl," I murmur next to her skin. "What happens to bad girls?"
Bec whimpers. "Daddy punishes them."
"Tell me, my precious toy, do you need to be punished?" I lift my head to look into her eyes.
This is the moment. We both feel it.
Bec’s lips are slightly parted, and she seems almost like hypnotized as she slowly nods. "Yes. Punish me, Daddy, I’ve been bad."
That’s all I need to hear. Groaning, I grip her small hips with my hands and flip her over. Her luscious ass is covered by a skirt and some panties, but I fix that by ripping both off. I feel like an animal peeling the remnants of her clothes from her body.
"Next time, you’d better not be wearing any underwear," I grunt and slap her ass hard.
She wails and grabs the sheet so hard her knuckles are white. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." I don’t give her any warning other than spreading her legs wide before I push two fingers into her cunt. Bec is dripping wet.
When she reaches back, trying to touch my hard cock through my pants, I swat her hand away and click my tongue. "Behave, darling. You only get what I give you." I lean forward and nip at her earlobe. "Luckily, we want the same thing."
I just pull my pants down far enough to free my cock before I thrust into her welcoming heat. Bec’s cunt tightens around me, and the feeling is indescribable.
I fist a large portion of her silky hair and wrap it around my hand, forcing her to arch her back beautifully as I fuck her from behind.
My long strokes are almost violent, and I can get enough of her small gasps every time I push my hard length back into her cunt.
"Yes, Daddy, please!" She’s begging and matching my thrusts by moving her hips toward me. "Can I cum, please? Pretty please?"
There’s a tingling sensation in my balls, and I could listen to her begging forever. I’m slamming into her, deeper and deeper and deeper. "Yes, you can. Cum for me, my good girl. Cum for Daddy."
I fuck her as hard as I can, and as Bec starts trembling, her pussy ripples around my cock before clenching down on it, like she’s trying to milk the cum right out of my balls.
I’m moving like a piston before the white light is blinding me for a second. The orgasm starts deep down in my belly and erupts like a volcano. Bec softly whimpers my name as I spurt my semen into her.
It takes a few seconds for me to register that I forgot to punish her.
My cock slides out of her, and I lie down on my back. I’m contemplating my next move as Bec stretches herself out and puts her head on my chest. I can’t resist putting my arm around her.
"Were you serious earlier?"
"About what?" I ask.
"About caring. Do you really care about me?"
"Yes, I do."
"Huh," she makes.
"What kind of reaction is that?"
"The only one I got at the moment, Daddy. It’s all a lot take in." Bec sighs.
I want to tell that my dick in her ass is a lot to take in, but then I think about how nice it feels to just be here with her, not fighting for the first time, and I decide to give her some space. She’s mine, anyway, but maybe I don’t have to force her to yield to me all the time.
Chapter 10
Bec
"Yes." I can’t believe I’m actually stomping my foot.
"No. No way. No fucking way in hell." Luke turns around, marches into his office, and slams the door shut behind him.
It’s been five weeks now, and I’m not afraid of Luke anymore. When it comes to me, there’s a lot more barking than biting. Unless we’re having sex of course.
I push the handle down and follow him into his office.
He sits behind his desk and shakes his head. "No. Now get out, or I’ll make you regret it."
"I’m not going anywhere until we’ve talked. I’m bored out of my mind. You can’t keep me locked in for all eternity."
"Watch me." He folds his big arms and narrows his eyes.
I know there’s only one thing I can do. Slowly I walk toward him, my fingers trailing the smooth wooden surface of the desk. "Please, Daddy?"
His left eye twitches. "Stop it."
"Come on, please, Daddy." I hop into his lap and put my arms around his neck. "I just want a job. I busted my ass to get my degree, and you’re busy all day long. You can’t expect me to sit here and wait for you."
He grits his teeth. "You’re just looking for another opportunity to run from me."
"I don’t. I know that you’ll always catch me. Your resources are basically limitless, and you’re incredibly stubborn. I promise I’ll stay if you let me work."
"You’re right. I’ll always find you." He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me. I moan as his tongue pushes into my mouth. Luke’s kisses always make me breathless and horny, but today, I won’t give in to temptation. We need to talk about this before I go insane.
As much as it pains me, I push both hands against his chest. "Stop it."
"I don’t want to," Luke growls. Then he sighs and rubs his forehead. "You can work as my assistant, and we’ll see from there."
"Do you need an assistant?" My heart is beating faster since I didn’t expect him to budge at all. I have a degree in social studies and don’t want to work as an assistant, but I know that I have to start somewhere, and also, I have to take what I can get from Luke. Daddy’s a tough negotiator.
"Yes. I fired the last one a week ago and haven’t replaced him yet."
"Him?"
"Yeah, his name was Kim, and I didn’t check his application properly before I hired him."
"What’s he doing now?"
"Not breathing anymore. He tried to steal from me, and that’s against the rules."
I smile at him, shaking my head. "You and your rules."
"You like my rules, darling." He rubs my thigh and wiggles his eyebrows.
"Some of them, maybe. Others . . . not so much. Okay, I’ll work for you. Now about that other thing."
Luke furrows his eyebrows. "What other thing?"
"I want you to find my brother to make sure that he’s all right."
The eye twitching is back. "No. If your brother is smart, he stays hidden."
"Daddy, please." I bat my lashes. "Can’t I strike you a deal?"
All of a sudden, his smile becomes devious. "A deal?"
"Yes, I’m sure there’s something you want from me that I can trade so you’ll make sure that Charlie is okay."
"There’s something, actually. But I don’t think you’ll like it." He plays with a strand of my hair and looks way too smug.
My hearts beats faster. "What is it?"
"You know how there’s always a catch with me, darling?"
"Yes, Daddy." My voice is shaky.
"Well, here’s the catch. I promise you to arrange for your brother to call you, but you’ll have to agree on something, and I won’t tell you what it is."
I bite my lip. "Will it hurt bad?"
"No. It won’t hurt at all." He smiles, but I can see the sadism in his eyes.
My hands are on his shoulders, and I lean forward until our faces are only inches apart. "I will agree to your sinister deal if you promise not to let my brothers’ debt dangle over my head anymore. I’ll stay with you on my own volition, but no more talking about debt and possibly killing my brothers if I don’t obey you. You’re such a strong and mean man. If you want me to obey, you’ll have to make me."