Under Lock & Key: A Daddy Dom Romance (A Traditional Daddy Book 2)

by Arabella Kingsley

  It was a direct command. She twisted her wrists free and placed her hands around his neck and leaned in against him, trying to soothe his anger knowing at some point she would find herself naked over his knee, her bottom punished by his hand to his satisfaction for her crime. Desire built and dampened her pussy at the thought.

  “I’ve missed you, Raoul.”

  She giggled and snuggled closer to him. He was silent for a moment, and then his arms swept around her tightly.

  Sabrina reached up to kiss him. She cupped his face feeling the rough dark shadow he wore so sexily. She felt it scrape the inside of her palms, provoking tiny tremors of pleasure in her core. She pressed her lips against his mouth. His response was immediate. He held her head, capturing her mouth, wrestling away any control she had over the kiss.

  She gave a satisfied cry as his hands swept under the jumper and up her sides, softly curving around her breasts. He tugged the jumper up over her head leaving her exposed to his gaze. She helped him remove his clothes, feeling the urgent need to caress every muscled part of him, to feel him near making her his over and over again. She wondered if they could ever be satiated, they had so much time to make up.

  He leaned her back and thrust inside her with determination. He tipped her head and body back settling his lips over the peak of her breast, gently nipping and tugging. She felt her pleasure rise and wash over her body with the force of a tidal wave that he rode with her.

  “You didn’t eat the breakfast I made you, Sabrina,” Raoul sighed as he buttoned up his trousers.

  He looked down at her lying naked under the silk duvet. Her pale skin and deep rich black hair were a striking contrast to the rich colour of the charcoal grey, he’d chosen with her passionate nature in mind. There was a gentle afterglow lighting her face giving her a heavenly sensual look. He felt desire rise like fire within him again.

  “We’ll just have to make some more. You know how ravenous I am in the mornings.”

  He laughed and leaned over to kiss her again. He could hardly stop touching her just to make sure she was real, and he wasn’t in some vivid dream that he didn’t want to wake up from.

  “What’s that noise?”

  He listened to the anxiety in her voice and then to the sound. There was a crisp crunching sound. Someone was walking around the small house in the snow. He moved to the window but couldn’t see anything.

  “Don’t move, Sabrina,” he commanded in his fiercest tone knowing fine well it would take chains around her hands and ankles to stop her making any movement.

  She was already up struggling to move with the duvet to the window on the other side of the room.

  “Relax, Raoul it’s Maxim at the door.”

  He stood next to her looking out of the window at Maxim’s tall form. Something made him turn around and look up at the window. A feeling of being watched perhaps? Raoul watched him look at Sabrina with curious interest. He’d always known most of his friends were attracted to Sabrina and he had always been astute enough to watch for any attempts to steal her away. It was therefore no surprise to Raoul at the flicker of attraction lighting Maxim’s eyes. But Sabrina’s response was a surprise. She flinched and moved back from the window as though she’d been stung. His brow creased as he took hold of her shoulders.

  “What’s the matter?”

  She tried to laugh her reaction off but he could see the fear in her eyes.

  “I am just letting my imagination get the better of me again. I thought I saw someone out in the woods. I did it last night as well.”

  He hugged her close trying to reassure her of her safety.

  “Why don’t you have a warm shower while I talk to Maxim and find out if they know anything about that man on the grounds yesterday. Then I will make you some more breakfast and we’ll think about going back to the house.”

  She nodded, allowing him to kiss her forehead. He watched her go and threw on his jumper before running to open the door for Maxim.

  Sabrina closed the bathroom door and ran the shower. She was confused. It was the way Maxim had looked at her. She couldn’t put her finger on it but her instinct demanded extreme caution. Maybe it was because he was a police officer there to investigate what happened to her that put her on edge. It sounded like an adequate explanation but it did nothing to lessen her fear of the man.

  She let the hot water cascade down across her aching neck and closed her eyes catching a new set of memories playing in her head like a movie. They were all of Maxim and his friendship with Raoul. She shook her head. There was no reason to be afraid of Maxim he’d always been so kind. He was Raoul’s best friend and had always been there for him and her. But the way his eyes had burned into her own bespoke an attraction and a hidden communication that her mind seemed to recognise. She groaned wishing all of her memory had returned so she could work out just what had been going on before she disappeared.

  Sabrina dressed in her riding clothes that Raoul had dried, unable to shake the feeling of impending doom. She could hear Raoul’s voice in the kitchen talking to Maxim about what Sabrina had already told him about Luc and Alain. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on her boots. Her body was shaking with anxiety, a tremor shook in her hands and she was finding it hard to breathe. She tried to ignore the sensation casually dismissing it as nonsense. It made her wonder if she had something to hide from Inspector Tissier.

  “Ah, Sabrina I’ve just been telling Maxim what you told me. He hasn’t had any success in finding anyone on the grounds but he’s arranged for Luc and Cressida to be arrested. Alain has been taken in for questioning.”

  Sabrina glanced at Maxim and then away quickly for fear of meeting his eyes. She folded her arms as she sat at the small kitchen table making Raoul watch her with interest.

  “How are you feeling, Sabrina?” Maxim asked with genuine warmth.

  She tried to smile and felt her mouth tremble with the effort of pretence. Her flesh was crawling and she was growing cold with fear.

  “I’m okay. I just want this all to be over.”

  “Can you tell me anything you remember about the man who attacked you in the study? Anything will help.”

  He stubbed out a cigarette and lit another one. There was something about the smell. She recognised that particular odour of cigarette. It was French unlike the English brand Tamsin used. She put her hand to her mouth feeling nausea rise. She let out a slow breath to calm her agitation and answered.

  “No, I just remember Luc being there first and someone else in the room. Luc left after threatening me and the other person was the man who raped me.”

  Her eyes steadily met Maxim’s searching his for a reaction. She ascertained nothing but a coldness that chilled every bone in her body. Raoul put down a mug of hot tea on the table beside her at the same moment. Every time she mentioned what happened she could feel him physically tense. He rubbed his hand along her shoulders and stood behind her. She rested a hand on the table not knowing what to do, not knowing why she was feeling so bad and so distrustful of Maxim.

  His presence made her feel so uncomfortable, she wished he would just leave and lift the heavy oppressive weight that had settled in the small cosy room. Maxim leaned over and covered her hand with his own.

  “We’ll find him, don’t worry.”

  Her response to his touch was instant making her memory trigger as though a bolt of lightning had hit it. She slipped back in time. She was in the study looking up at the man who was brutally pulling the necklace from her throat and pushing her to the ground. He was shouting so loud at her that she belonged to him and not Raoul. He was shaking her, shouting abuse and saying he was going to take her away from Raoul. She was going to be his wife. She would never escape him.

  Sabrina heard herself sob as he pushed her to the ground, banging her head off the wooden floor. He leaned over and she looked straight into the eyes of the man who raped her and locked her away from the world.

  Sabrina snatched her hand away as the room c
ame back into view. Raoul was kneeling down running his hands up and down her arms coaxing her back into the present. She stared at Raoul, tears streaming down her face and then forced herself to look round into the eyes of the man who had so viciously abused her that night.

  Maxim looked sympathetic for a brief moment. Then she saw comprehension in his eyes, a fleeting fear of discovery and then resignation. She felt nausea swell like a giant tidal wave and fled from the room pushing Raoul’s hands aside. She leaned over the toilet in the bathroom and was violently sick.

  Sabrina slowly lifted her head that was now pounding and listened to the voices down stairs in the kitchen. Raoul was talking to Maxim of her flashbacks and then she could hear his reassuring footsteps tapping up the stone steps. She splashed some cold water on her face and walked out into the bedroom determined to find a way to tell him everything and warn him of the danger they were both in.

  He stood impossibly tall in the doorway making her take a breath. His eyes were black with fierce anger. She stopped in her tracks, too afraid to move, to say anything.

  “It was Maxim, wasn’t it?”

  It was all he asked. His voice was low, almost a whisper and incredibly calm to the point it made her feel frightened. She didn’t appear to answer quick enough and his eyes narrowed, piercing her soul for an answer. She nodded.

  “Stay here,” he commanded.

  She flew across the room as he caught the handle of the door and swung it shut with a slam behind him. She tried the handle but he was turning the key in the lock, making her a prisoner of safety within the confines of the bedroom. She stopped pulling on the handle and began kicking manically at the door on hearing Raoul’s raised voice confront Maxim in French.

  At first he attempted to deny everything. A fight quickly ensued and Sabrina could hear knives and forks clattering to the tiled floor and a heavy bang. There was the sound of the table scraping across the floor. She could hear the sound of fists making contact with firm flesh. Raoul was shouting at Maxim demanding his confession. He eventually gave Raoul what he wanted.

  Maxim told Raoul how he’d always taken everything from him. He always got what he wanted even when they were at school. Maxim loved Sabrina and was determined to have her. He had kept her locked away in the basement of his deceased mother’s farmhouse in Brittany. Every moment he could he spent with her. He’d travelled back and forth to see her from Paris. His brother had kept watch over her when he couldn’t be there. After seven months of indulging himself with her over and over again she had planned and executed her escape to England. Now he was going to take her back and there was nothing Raoul could do about it. This time Maxim would be more successful in making it appear Raoul had murdered her. He wouldn’t escape the charge as he had done last time. Raoul was finished and Sabrina was his again.

  The sound of fighting stopped abruptly. Sabrina held her breath. There were two sets of footsteps on the stairs.

  “You go near her, Maxim and I will kill you.”

  She knew Raoul meant every word by the dangerous tone lining his calm voice. The key turned in the lock and Sabrina let go of the handle and took a step back, knowing fine well what was about to happen. She picked up the heavy bronze statue of a man and woman romantically entwined that lay on a chest of drawers beside her, and stood at the side of the door as it creaked open. Raoul was shouting a warning at her and Maxim was calling her name.

  Maxim walked into the room dragging Raoul by the front of his jumper, his arm outstretched with his firearm in his hand. Before he fully entered the room Sabrina brought the statute down hard on his arm. The gun dropped to the floor. Maxim cried out in pain and dropped to the floor reaching out to retrieve it. Sabrina kicked the gun away as Raoul lunged forward and landed on top of him. The man fought back hard but Raoul was the stronger opponent. When Maxim lay slumped against the bed unconscious, Raoul stood back to admire his handiwork.

  Sabrina sank to her knees suddenly feeling exhausted. Raoul was pulling out one of his ties to restrain Maxim’s hands and another for his feet. He quickly pulled Sabrina up and led her out of the room.

  “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want you in the same room with him. I’ll call the police and get them to pick him up.”

  He locked the door and ran down the stairs to grab some keys out of the kitchen, which was now in complete disarray, and led Sabrina outside. The air was bitterly cold but the sun was shining and the sky was clear. His hand was firmly enclosed around her small one and there was no escape. He unlocked the Range Rover parked outside the front of the summerhouse and drove them both to the chateau. Within an hour Luc and Alain had been arrested for their part in a plot to defraud money from Raoul’s company. Maxim had also been involved but his greatest crime was raping Sabrina.

  Epilogue

  Twelve months later

  Sabrina moved her life back to the chateau and continued writing her second academic book. She also secured a lectureship at the Sorbonne. Her life was almost complete. But both she and Raoul yearned for a child. They had broached the matter in a frank conversation Raoul initiated expressing his desire for her to be pregnant as soon as he could make it possible. She had agreed, delighted. Naturally, he had taken charge of her conception. He had confined her to the house for two weeks taking her as often as he could. She was instructed to wear light jersey dresses he could lift easily around her waist enabling him to simply unzip his trousers, take out his cock, and penetrate her wherever they were. He rode her on the stairs, penetrated her against the wall in the library and spanked her bare bottom to orgasm in the lounge, made her sit on his cock and ride it in his study before a meeting and for the last weekend kept her locked in the tower naked constantly fucked. She’d loved every precious moment.

  They were out on a ride when he talked of her taking a pregnancy test. She confessed her fear of taking one. She didn’t want to disappoint him. And there was a possibility she couldn’t have children after Maxim’s attack all those years ago. He’d simply smiled sympathetically.

  “I wondered if you would feel that way. I will help you take the test. We will be together,” he reassured.

  Sabrina voiced her protest. She did not want him watching her pee but he simply ignored her. When they returned home he forbid her relieving herself until her bladder was good and full. She had been outraged and had earned herself a firm spanking with his hard, unforgiving hand while naked. When she was silent, once again obedient and her bladder full after a large drink of water he led her to the bathroom still naked.

  He instructed her to sit on the toilet and open her legs wide. He took out the pregnancy tester. Sabrina was so humiliated she could not pee nor even look at him. He knelt beside her and tilted her chin to kiss her lips. She blushed.

  “Pee for me, Sabrina and still your blushes. I won’t have you afraid and going through this alone.”

  “I can’t. I can’t do it,” she begged.

  Raoul hushed her gently and slipped his fingers between her vaginal lips as she gripped the side of the toilet. He teased her clit and stroked her gently subduing the tension in her pussy. She was desperate to pee. Her bladder ached. He sucked leisurely at her nipple as though nourishing himself with her milk. Sabrina groaned with pleasure and slowly desire forced her humiliating perception of the scene to the back of her mind along with her fears of not being able to conceive and disappoint Raoul.

  The discomfort in her bladder warred with her desire all of a sudden taking it to the pinnacle of arousal. She moved restlessly on the toilet seat as pain throbbed in her nipped nipple and stoked the fire in her pussy.

  “Come for me, darling and allow your water to flow,” Raoul ordered in a soft velvet voice as he slipped two fingers inside her to thrust in and out.

  Sabrina came sweetly, gasping and panting with her release. She began to pee furiously in unison. The sensation was one of acute pleasurable freedom in relieving herself and experiencing ecstasy all at the same time. Raoul was more than pleased with
her. She saw arousal burn in his eyes because his dominance had stretched to commanding her to pee. But she didn’t notice him skilfully slip the tester under her flow as she rode her orgasm, peeing helplessly over his fingers.

  She leaned against his shoulder, warm comfort spreading through her tired body. He held the tester up and together they waited, watching, hoping. Eventually they got their answer. A wide grin spread over Raoul’s face as the tester announced Sabrina’s conception. Sabrina cried, happy and grateful and more than ready to start a family with Raoul. Raoul had truly reclaimed her as his wife and mastered her will. Content she vowed not to be parted from him ever again.

  The End

  Arabella Kingsley

  I live in the UK, in the leafy county of Hertfordshire, just outside London with my husband, daughter and dog called Domino. I started my career as a Legal Executive and then decided to change direction and attend University to study History. It was during this time that I gave birth to my thirteen-year-old daughter. I then returned to University to complete a postgraduate degree in History. My passion is writing novels, in particular historical & action romance, gothic romance, fantasy, romantic thrillers and erotica. When I am not writing, I love walking in the nearby woods connecting with nature. I am also a Spiritualist Medium and have many stories to tell about my encounters with spirits and past lives which I often translate into my writing.

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