by Ally Vance
She nodded as I went into the bathroom. I took off my clothes and changed, wanting a shower but I didn’t want to leave Daisy alone for too long. She had faced an ugly reality, and I knew she’d need me soon.
I went back out into the room and flicked on the light at the sinks. A couple of toothbrushes in plastic, along with a small tube of toothpaste and miniature soap, were on the counter. As I was opening the toothbrush, I saw Daisy in the mirror, coming toward me. She had on a striped nightshirt that fell at mid-thigh, and wore socks on her feet. I smiled at her as I handed her the other toothbrush, and together we brushed our teeth, she at one sink, me at the other. It was strangely intimate, and I found I liked it.
A lot.
Silence filled the air, only the low hum of the highway outside. It was a comfortable silence, though, and I wondered what Daisy was thinking about in that pretty little head as I shut the curtains before going to the bed, turning on the overhead lamp. She stood at my side as I pulled down the covers and gestured for her to lie down. She wordlessly got in.
“I paid for a full 24 hours, so we don’t have to worry about when we need to check out,” I told her as I flicked the light switch by the door, checking the door lock and chain in the process.
When I slipped into the sheets, I turned on my side and looked over at her. She was on her back, her arm closest to me thrown over her head. She was deep in thought.
“You okay, darlin’?” My voice was light, quiet, concerned.
She shrugged. “I guess. Just… tired. Freaked out a little.” She let out a low laugh. “Gees. What a mess. Not every day you see anything even remotely like that.”
“True. But we got out of there. By now, the cops have handled everything. I’m sure your friends are safe, too.”
She only stared at the ceiling. “Sonny?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Will you hold me?” She said the words in a shy whisper, but it was music to my ears.
I reached above us and turned out the light, then pulled her against me so that her head was tucked under my chin, her back and legs cradled to my front. Her wet hair smelled like soap, and I moved it out of the way, bringing the mass up onto the pillow. Then I held her. She sighed contentedly but her body was tight with tension.
“Hey, I got you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I know. Thank you. For everything.”
My arm was wrapped around her little waist, my hand tucked under her. I didn’t move. She felt too good and I didn’t trust myself to touch her other than how I was holding her now.
“Sonny?”
“Hmm?”
“You were right.”
I closed my eyes for a second, hating the defeat I heard in those words. It was never a pleasant thing when one came to the conclusion that not all that glittered was gold.
She went on. “What do you think happened to those girls before they escaped? That was what they were doing, right? Would they have done that to me? To Paula and May? The others?” She started to shake and I held her closer.
“I don’t know, Daisy. I just know I didn’t like that place from the very start.”
She wiggled, turning her head to look up at me. Her eyes, in the darkened room with only the light from the window, looked like twin moons. “You didn’t? Why didn’t you say anything?”
I smirked. “Me, an old, ex-military man who you called a fuddy-duddy, who had a jaded outlook on utopian living?”
She laughed. “Guess you’re right. I probably wouldn’t have listened.”
I kissed her forehead, glad to see her light shining again. “Exactly. Instead, I kept my eyes open, observed, and made sure you were always where I could see you.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
She looked at my mouth then, and I felt her breathing quicken. “Sonny?”
My voice hoarse, I answered, “Yes, baby?”
“Will you kiss me?”
Breathless, I touched my lips to hers. She was soft, warm, like a summertime peach. Her lips parted and I slowly explored her wet mouth with my tongue, tasting her tenderly.
When her hand came between us to clutch at my shirt, she deepened the kiss, and I made a low sound in my throat. Christ, she tasted good.
She pulled away, her little pants of breath touching my face. “Touch me, Sonny.”
I swallowed, looking in her eyes, reading the desire I saw there. Was she ready for me? Ready for this?
As if sensing my hesitation, she grinned seductively. “It’s alright. I want you to, Sonny.” She coyly bit her bottom lip. “So, so bad.”
That was when my control loosened. I rolled her over onto her back, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. I dropped my mouth to hers, devouring her as she softly moaned, writhing, and arching her back. Her legs moved under me, escaping, only to wrap around my hips, bringing me in wonderous contact with her pussy.
Releasing her mouth, my hands found her face, cupping her like the dearest treasure. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her eyes bright but heavy with lust. God, she was beautiful.
When she brought her hands to mine, she pulled them gently away, then began tugging at her nightshirt. I took the hint and sat up to give her room. The shirt went flying past my head, landing somewhere on the floor.
“Touch me, Sonny. Please, I’m burning up.” She placed my hands on her silky-smooth breasts and sighed.
Leaning down, I cupped them, then took a perfect nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue before sucking the firm peak hard.
“Oh, God.” Her hand went to my hair, pulling, then combing through it, then pulling the strands again. I switched to the other nipple, all the time molding her breasts in my big hands. She ground her pelvis into me, and when she felt my hardness, she moaned again.
Not wanting to lose a second, I pulled the rest of the covers off us and took off my shirt and pants, my lips not leaving hers unless they had to. We were breathing so hard I thought we’d wake the whole motel.
I broke the kiss and sat back, naked, looking down at her beautiful body, then up to her face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” She gazed at my chest, then down to where my dick was at full mast. Her eyes widened at what she saw. Tentatively, she reached out and touched me. My dick jumped at the contact as I gave her time to explore to her heart’s content. I was a patient man.
“It’s so… silky yet hard.” Her fingers went around the girth of me, applying just enough pressure to drive me out of my goddamn mind. “So smooth, so warm.” Then she looked into my eyes. “Are you sure it will fit?”
Coherent thought was nowhere to be found as I wondered what the hell she was talking about, but then I chuckled. “Oh, it will fit.” I touched her cheek with the back of my hand. “But I promise to be gentle. We’ll go slow.”
“Okay.” Her thumb pressed the head of my dick, then swirled around the pre-cum that was there. “Oh! It… uh, does that so early?”
I rasped out a curse. “Sure does.”
“Huh.” Curious, she put that thumb to her tongue and tasted. “Mmm. Buttery. Salty.”
Jesus Christ, this girl.
I couldn’t wait any longer or I’d die. I scooted over and took off her underwear, putting them aside. She whimpered when my finger found her hot, creamy wetness. I pulled some of that cream up to her clit and circled my finger around the swollen nub. Daisy moaned.
I kissed her knees as I gently spread her legs open with my other hand. “That’s right, baby. So wet, so sweet. Feel good?”
“Feels so good.” She was lost, her eyes locked onto what my fingers were doing between her legs.
Wanting to taste her more than anything in my life, I pushed her knees to her chest and scooted my body down the bed, lifting her ass with my hands to hold her in place as I lowered my mouth to that glorious pussy of hers. I held her tight as I kept her lifted, feeling the tremors arrest her delicate body as I took from her. I laved and loved on that sweet pussy, pul
ling the luscious lips into my mouth, sucking hard, only to lick and lave again, alternating the pressure and speed until she came with such force, I almost came myself. I hummed against her heat, encouraging her. Such a good girl.
Afterward, she was a limp noodle in my hands. I wiped my face on her thighs, kissing my way up her to her calves as I held each long leg in turn.
“Shit, holy…” she panted. “Sonny… wow.”
I grinned at her as I settled between her legs, leaning on my elbow at her side. My other hand fisted my dick, teasing at her entrance. “Okay, my Daisy. This will hurt, but only for a second or two.” I kissed her forehead. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she whispered.
Then, with the greatest patience and control, I guided myself in, meeting that resistance of her virginity and breaking the metaphysical barrier that made a girl into a woman.
She felt so good, so warm. So tight and welcoming. But I went slow, inch by inch, watching her facial expressions go from wary, to uncomfortable, and finally to hungry. Hungry for more, wanting what I’d give her, and the promise of pleasure.
“Oh, God.” Her head slowly shook side to side on the pillow. She raised her hips, and I knew then she had adjusted to me, that I could let go.
And I did.
I thrust in and out of her in deep, tortuous strokes, finding her mouth and capturing every pant, every moan. I picked up speed, then slowed again, reading her body and sounds to what she liked. When I felt her clench around my dick, I knew I didn’t have much time. I pumped two strong thrusts into her and pulled out, sitting back on my heels and stroking my dick, my eyes on her wide ones the whole time.
“Oh, baby. So beautiful…” I growled, spurting my cum in hot streams onto her belly and pubis. She made a sound of pleasure at the sight, then pulled me to her, taking my mouth into a devouring kiss.
A few minutes later, both of us out of breath, I got up and wet a washcloth from the sink. As I cleaned us up, I asked her if she felt alright.
Her smile was languid, content. “Very. But I have a question.”
I put the cloth on the side table and laid down, pulling her naked body to mine, holding her and breathing her in. “What’s that?”
“Why did you… you know, do that on my belly?”
Did she honestly not know I could’ve gotten her pregnant?
“You mean, why did I pull out?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Unless you’re on the pill, Daisy, I wasn’t about to risk you having my baby.”
As much as the thought made my dick hard. Again.
“Oh. I thought…. Being the first time… well, never mind.” She sounded embarrassed. I kissed her temple.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl. Now, let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay, Sonny.” She snuggled closer, her beautiful ass pressed up against my cock, stirring my blood again. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
She took my hand, the one wrapped around her stomach, and lifted it to her mouth, pressing a long, soft kiss to it. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always,” I whispered, my eyes shut, sleep coming closer. “Always.”
Epilogue
After that night, the night we escaped the clutches of a crazy cult, I drove us northeast, straight to Montana. We took our time, though, visiting national parks, a few exhibits, even a county fair. Daisy never said a thing about the future, about California or her plans there. Nor about the past. Only the present filled her focus.
Our traveling stopped one day when we came to a small town in Montana, an hour away from where her mother was. Staying at a bed and breakfast for a few days, we explored the quaint town and, of course, its meadows of wildflowers. It was in one of those meadows where I told her I wanted her to move in with me. That I was wanting to settle down somewhere here in the country. Own some land. Maybe raise some doves or a few chickens.
She said yes, crawling over me, unbuckling my pants, and taking me into her mouth, right there amongst the tall grass and wild daisies.
Heaven.
We found a place the very next day. A farmhouse on several acres of land. I signed the papers, wired myself more money from my bank, and purchased the house and land full-sale.
As the months went by, and Daisy and I grew closer and closer, I thought about when—or if—I’d ever tell her how I’d met her. That a man she couldn’t remember, who helped bring her into this world, had shared with me his only treasure. His daughter. That I had promised him to watch over her, protect her. That I had watched over her ever since.
But I didn’t tell her. Maybe someday.
For now, we were living our lives. Loving every day and night, and always living for the now.
That’s all that mattered, anyway, in the end.
Daisy was mine and would always be. Soon, I’d make her my wife.
She’d never be alone, not with me by her side.
That was a promise.
The End
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Venor
Emery LeeAnn
Prologue
I hunt or seek after or pursue a thing. Women are just creatures to be possessed, hunted, then slaughtered.
My family lineage has ingrained my need for pursuing the weaker sex. Intrusion in my world will shatter your psyche into a thousand pieces.
Think you can win? Try me.
Chapter One
Havoc
The brisk night air had her pulling her wool coat tight around her. I could hear the sharp intake of her breath as she heard the twigs break under my weight when I approached.
Before she could completely turn her head around, I had the cloth bag over her head, and my knife to her throat.
“Make a noise and I will kill you. Nod if you understand.” I directed.
She was trembling, but she managed to nod while sobbing silently, never realizing the blow that was headed towards her. She crumpled in my arms as I scooped her up, then headed towards my car.
I’d been watching her for weeks. She always took the same route, at the same time. Never wavering from her course, she was the perfect target. She gave me ample opportunity to procure and abduct her.
The night I took Sara, she never saw it coming. The genuine shock on her face made for an extra thrill. Relaxed in her posture, wearing her sensible black loafers, and her below-knee plaid dress. She walked as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
Hitting her on the back of her skull to knock her out, helped me get her to my vehicle. Slinging her over my shoulder, I chose to leave her purse on the ground—no need for GPS to find us.
She woke up sometime later in the trunk. I could hear her muffled screaming. We had already reached my cabin, our destination, however, I liked letting them wake up in the boot of the car with the cloth bag over their face.
It allowed them to understand just how serious their predicament was. Waiting fifteen more minutes, I sauntered to the car to let her out.
“Sara, I want you to listen carefully to me,” I said in a soothing voice. She tensed up, presumably because I used her name.
Slipping the cloth off of her head, she looked at me with wild eyes. She started asking questions. The sound of the slap on her cheek echoed through the woods. She let out a loud sob.
“I said, you need to listen carefully, not ask questions. Do you u
nderstand how this works now?”
She nodded, still sniffling. Smiling at her confidently, I helped her stand up.
“This is my home. You are a guest,” I continued conversationally, “so I expect you to behave.”
She looked at me with huge eyes. I loved this part. The confusion, the fear, and then the exasperation at the audacity.
Sara
I couldn’t register in my mind what was happening. My mouth was dropped open as he calmly explained how I should feel privileged to be invited to his home.
I was a prisoner. I certainly didn’t want to be there, but my cheek was still stinging from his slap, and my head still pounding from whatever I was hit with. Trying not to look obvious, I glanced around to find a means of escape.
“Great! I can see you are already mapping the place out!”
Shit. Nothing seemed to get by him. My adrenaline was pumping. I was scared shitless, but this man had no right to think he could get away with this.
My ears had to be deceiving me. He did not just say he was going to hunt me.
Havoc
The color drained from her face as I explained that she had an opportunity to get away from me and go home. My property surrounded my cabin in a circle. There were woods all the way around.
All she had to do was get past my property line before I caught her.
“If you get to the paved road, you can leave.” I smiled.
She looked at me skeptically. “Just like that?” She asked.
“Yes. I will give you a fifteen-minute head start since I am familiar with the area, then I will come after you.” Showing her my hand gun, she looked at me with an expression of horror.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Looking at her with annoyance, I sighed loudly. She wasn’t following the rules. “Do I look like this is a joke? Your time started a minute ago, so you can stand here and contemplate, or you can move your ass.”