Cook (The Ridge MC Book 4)

Chapter 19

Maddie

Cook tightened the ropes on my wrists that connected me to his bed as I lay face down on the mattress, struggling to breathe. The fear was curled around my neck, but I wasn’t scared of Cook. Not even as he stepped back, sweeping his gaze over my body.

How long had I wanted to be naked in his bed? I had dreamed about it. Imagined it when I touched myself. Even last night, after he fucked me and I had orgasmed out, I couldn’t wait to get home and be in his bed, surrounded by his dark and spicy scent.

This, however, wasn’t how I expected it to go, but I didn’t fight it either.

My body was rigid like it had a mind of its own, and I thought that was why he was standing back with his lips pursed. My hair twisted around my face from the thrashing, and he walked over, brushing it behind my ear. His fingers were gentle, unlike the hardness that had pulled me into his bedroom, or the stern look written in the V of his brows, line of his lips, and clench of his jaw.

I almost broke my neck to try to sink my teeth into his fingers, but he whipped them back fast. I bit air.

“Maddie,” he growled, and I laughed.

There my Daddy was. He had been kind, but I didn’t need or want kind. No one had ever been kind to me, and the kindness wouldn’t put me back together. I was broken.

The pain of what happened to me was eating me alive. I didn’t want more pain, but it’s all I knew. I just wanted to be free. They should’ve left me behind, because I’m too fucked up to be allowed around people. The look in everyone’s eyes told me how sick I was, except for what I saw in Cook. It was like he knew. He didn’t need to tell me or talk about it. We already knew.

Cook grabbed his belt, turning the buckle in his hand, and I released the deep breath I had been holding. While he wore a stony face, one that hid his feelings about this, the bulge in his pants told me another story. It wanted this much as I did.

Still, Daddy’s face remained painfully neutral and distant.

What a deserving brat I was, ignoring his orders. Trying to attack him. I had to gain control over something. Anything.

But I was his to have.

Daddy’s.

Pulling against the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles, I pushed up until I balanced on my knees and elbows. He couldn’t lay me out flat on the bed—there wasn’t the space. The bed at Serenity had been bigger, and I’d been hanging from higher points. That wasn’t available here.

“Maddie,” he warned as I pulled against the ropes.

I flipped my hair again to glare back at him, but it tumbled forward, leaving my face hidden. “Do it,” I spat.

“Maddie,” he almost plead.

I laughed, and he raised the belt. I tensed my body for the blow, a thrill of excitement pulsating through me and pushing into my core. I shouldn’t have been hungry for the pain, but if it numbed what was in my mind, I would take it. And more. All of it.

But Cook didn’t bring the belt down on my skin, instead he placed his hand down on the small of my back. His hands were warm, his fingers uncomfortably soft. It wasn’t like when he was shoving deep inside of me, trying to get me to scream with ecstasy. He lingered his fingers on the small of my back, not close enough to my ass to be indecent when I was already waiting for him.

“You need to relax, Maddie,” said Cook, running his fingers across my rib cage and then hip bone. “It’ll hurt more if you’re stiff.”

“Good,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Hit me,” I said.

“Maddie.” That stupid fucking tone with his warning voice, but he didn’t do anything about me talking back to him.

“Punish me,” I yelled, glaring at him through my hair.

He tightened his grip on the belt but didn’t move. Not even with how I pushed my ass in the air, shaking it. His eyes narrowed on it, and the bulge in his tight jeans swelled. I knew what he wanted if he would just fucking take it.

“Punish me,” I repeated, wriggling my ass, and his eyes seared the skin there.

But it wasn’t good enough. I wanted the belt. And then I wanted something else burrowing inside me. I wanted him so deep it would tear me apart, but he wouldn’t do that now. We couldn’t. But I gave him my body, and I wanted to give him my pain.

“Hit me. Spank me,” I sang, then growled, “Punish me!”

Shaking his head, Cook stepped back. Why did he fight this so hard?

“DO IT!” Gathering up a deep breath, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I writhed on the bed, shoving my knees and elbows down into the mattress. My teeth grabbed his old blanket and, holding down one side with my elbow, I twisted my head to the other side, ripping it to shreds. I bit down again, pulling the material taut, which was when I felt the bang below my ass.

I fell back to the bed as hot pain seared across my thighs, so close to my pussy. Slamming my teeth shut, I screamed, but it came out strangled and muffled.

Pain clawed up my back and then down my thighs. My hips buzzed with the sensation. One hard smack from Cook and his belt had me burning and tilting forward, arching my back. My rock-hard nipples scraped against his blanket, and I dug my chin down into his pillow. But I was still up on my knees, my ass begging for another slash.

The pain dissipated, even as heat remained in my cheeks. Unlocking my jaw, I took a deep breath. It came out more of a wheeze than I would’ve liked. The breath brushed the back of my throat.

“Maddie, are you okay?” asked Cook, tone sad.

Almost... until he spoke and woke the vicious monster. It had only been half sedated. Now it had its eyes locked on him. It licked my lips, hoping to taste blood. It wanted Tommy G. and Signora and every other shithead who hurt me. But it would take Cook.

“Again,” I ordered.

“Maddie,” he said. His voice had returned to stone. It ground against my back.

Flipping my head around, I bared my teeth at him. “Please,” I begged, my voice my own again and needing Daddy’s strong hand.

Cook brought the belt down on me again, and a scream escaped my parted lips. The pain was dull this time, like either he didn’t wish to hurt me or maybe I had grown a coat of armor. The vibrations ran up my bones, but I didn’t tremble. The same heat breathed across my skin.

The monster smiled at him. “Did you not like that, Cook?”

“This isn’t you, Maddie.”

“It’s who you rescued from Signora. The thing you took from the doctors. It IS me!”

He grimaced but raised his belt. His hand shook ever-so-slightly.

I laughed. “Do it.”

He lashed me with his belt again, his look hardening.

Latching my teeth shut, I swallowed down the scream. I thinned my lips together as tears burned my eyes. The pain ate up my backside. My ass cheeks were on fire. I wiggled the front of my pussy against his bed. My elbows collapsed, but I raised my chin not to hide how I fought against him.

Cook brought his belt down on my ass cheeks again, and I hissed. The leather had snaked around to grab the top of my thighs. When he whacked me again, his belt hit my lower back.

“Aim better,” I gritted out.

Again, the sting came.

And I exhaled, the steam rushing out of me.

“Maddie,” said Cook through heavy breaths.

“Again,” I begged. My pussy was so wet, and I was almost back, but I needed a little more.

He brought his belt down again. I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time, but I didn’t care. Was that blood seeping down my slit? No, my pussy was leaking like it wanted this.

Again, he brought down the belt.

My jaw opened. My salty tears ran into my mouth. A pained sob and something that was deep in me that was finally released. It broke free like shackles falling off me.

I could breathe.

Falling onto the bed, I whispered. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Suddenly, the belt dropped to the floor, and Cook dropped to his knees beside me. For a few seconds, I didn’t move on the bed as the pain ate away at the memories, and only warmth remained. My ass burned and my pussy was breathing fire, aching to be filled.

Cook pulled me to him, cooing in my hair as I trembled. The physical pain had dissipated hazily, but a fissure opened up in my mind, revealing every past horror against me.

I trembled, and he kissed my hairline and murmured, “Maddie, I didn’t—”

“Serenity,” I said.

He stiffened. “You want to go back to Serenity?”

“Yes.” I rubbed my wrists and ankles, pulling against the rope.

Cook reached forward to my wrists, fingers twisting into the knots, but then he stopped. “Do you want to go to Serenity now?”

“Yes.”

He untied me and then brushed his knuckles across my arms. A wake of goose bumps arose in his wake. He brushed his fingertips across the side of my breast.

“Daddy?” I asked in a low whisper.

“Yes, Maddie?” He slipped his fingers lower across my body, across my ribs and stomach and hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

It was seared into my mind. I nodded.

“Tell me you remember,” he said.

“I remember,” I said breathlessly. “Daddy.”

His fingers stopped on my ass, which I imagined was red and welted. The heat from his hand reignited the fire burning across my skin and pumping through my veins.

“Good, Maddie.” He placed his palm flat against my ass cheek, and I braced. “Relax, Maddie.”

It was easier said than done. I tried to settle onto the bed, but that meant leaving his sharpened touch. Was he going to hit me again? My pussy purred, wanting it, because I knew what came next.

Pain mixed with pleasure. He was taking away my pain, removing a stabbing shard from my body and replacing it.

“Relax, Maddie,” cooed Cook, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks.

I shimmied as need opened me.

He slid his fingers between my ass crack and then down to my hole, putting pressure on me. I let out a soft moan. The pain had faded, but I was prepared to be pierced by his fingers.

“Do you trust me, Maddie?” asked Cook.

How could he ever ask me that? “Of course, Daddy.”

His hands pushed my ass cheeks aside while stroking my anus. Another moan gurgled from inside of me.

“I’ll own you here too, one day.”

Pleasure brushed across me from the sensation, but it departed as his fingers did. I let out a groan, but he slid his fingers down my slit, hitting my channel first. He didn’t press in but went down the length to my clit.

“You’re drenched for me,” he said, almost lovingly.

Cook kept his fingers pressed onto my clit, holding me down on the bed with his other hand, and then bent his head beside mine. Drawing his eyebrows together, he watched me thoughtfully.

He could play with me all he liked. I had already shown him how I could bend to his will. But something had shifted, the weight slipped from my body.

“Let me touch you, Daddy,” I begged, licking my lips.

“Are you sure you want to do that, Maddie?” He cupped my clit, and I rubbed against his hand. “I think you want me to touch you.”

“Whatever you like, Daddy.” I ground myself down on his palm.

“Yes, it is however I like.” He took his hand from my slit, and I whimpered.

Disappointment gushed through my sore and weak body, but I waited back on his bed as he disappeared from my vision. My eyes drifted closed until he sat down again, the bed creaking and shifting under his weight.

My body almost rolled into his, but I grabbed the blanket, holding myself tight until he ordered me. I wanted to feel the harsh breath of his orders on my skin as much as I wanted him to slap my ass again, removing another piece of the armor.

“Get off the bed,” said Cook.

I rolled toward the edge of the bed, the material scraping my sensitive ass. My knees hit the carpet with a thud, and I flipped back my head to get a good look at Cook who took my place in the center of his bed. He lay on his back, his head propped up by his hands. He watched me too, a hungry smirk on his face and a painful swell in his pants.

I licked my lips. “Like this, Daddy?”

He nodded. “Undo my pants.”

My gaze shifted between his pants and his eyes. Today, I’ll finally have his cock in my mouth. I salivated at the thought.

He dipped his chin toward the swell in his pants as if to say, Don’t make me wait, and I lurched forward instantaneously. The hunger for his cock thrummed in my pussy and my mouth.

I undid the button and then reached for the zipper. The cool copper sent a small shock wave up my body. I clenched my thighs together as I peeled back the jeans and zipper, ready to get another glance at his glorious member, but he wore briefs again.

Fuck. Why did he have to hold back so much? His control was almost painful when I was so close.

I grabbed the waistband, about to yank them down, but Cook stilled my hand. “Not so fast,” he said. “We have time.” A glow resounded in his darkened eyes.

I didn’t want to go too slow. I was already having to swallow my own spit.

Slowly—almost painfully—I slid his boxer briefs over his engorged member, and his cock broke free, rising up. Veins ran up his thick shaft. As much as I wanted it inside my pussy, this part would be about Cook and penance.

I had been a very bad girl, and I needed to make it up to him.

My hands slid around his thick cock, and he twitched in my grasp. The rest of his body was stiff, but his cock was like diamonds. It had to hurt. Why did he hide from me for so long?

Raising my eyes up to him, I silently asked if I could take him in my mouth now. He was already looking down at me, eyes hooded.

Finally, he gave a curt nod.

I raised to my knees and eagerly dropped my jaw open.

Pushing myself up onto the bed, I inched my way forward until I had a good enough angle to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He shifted his hips like he couldn’t help himself. I moaned as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

His hips bucked up from his bed, and I took more of his length into my mouth. My lips stretched around his girth as his cock slid into my mouth, and he held still.

I could tell he restrained himself now.

I’d had enough men shoving their cocks straight into me, not caring if I gagged on their dick or even bit down, but that would’ve gotten me killed. Cook, however, while still controlling the situation, was testing me to see how much I could take. Apparently, I hadn’t proved myself to him yet.

Inch by inch, I stretched my mouth and dropped my jaw. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I almost coughed.

Before I could move again, Cook placed his hand on the back of my head, holding me there. “You can’t say your safe word right now, Maddie.”

He paused until I flicked my eyes up to meet his.

“If you need to stop, you have to snap your fingers twice. Do you understand? Once for yes.”

I snapped once. I understood, but I wouldn’t be tapping out.

Daddy was giving me rules, though. Structure I could follow, and it made me need him more. He waited again, reading me before he curled his fingers through my hair. The motion took the pressure off my head. He was giving me control, offering me the freedom to give him what he needed.

I started to bob up and down on his cock. I sucked and licked, holding back my teeth. After being a bad girl today, I doubted he wanted my teeth on his cock.

Suddenly, Cook grabbed the back of my head. His large palm and long fingers took up the base of my head and my neck, pressing down on the pressure points. My breathing was already haggard, and I had been timing myself to breathe as his cock was on the tip of my lips. My pacing was lost along with my breath when he moved me up and down on his cock, controlling my movements.

He held me down on his cock until I started to squirm, like he was trying to see how far he could push me. I didn’t snap my fingers.

Our rhythms soon merged, and I breathed when he pulled me up in short inhales and exhales. I grabbed his balls, and he released a deep, audible exhale. His stomach tightened, brushing against my hair. I moved further, and I knew from how his hips ground that he was close. I swirled my tongue at his tip and hollowed my cheeks at his base.

“Maddie,” he let out on a growl.

Though I wanted to scream yes, I couldn’t. I snapped instead, ready to drink his seed like it was the elixir of life.

His hips hitched up while he pushed my head down. Suddenly, he exploded into my mouth. Thick salty cum washed into my mouth, spurting to the back of my throat, and I gulped it down. He held my head down, slamming his hips into my mouth, and I squeezed his balls as they emptied into me. I swallowed again. And again.

More.

For his strong orgasm, Cook only moaned. I wanted him to holler like he had done when he had fucked my pussy. Only then would he have retribution for the bitch I had been earlier.

He released me as his cock softened in my mouth, and I opened my mouth with a pop.

Cook leaned over toward me, a napkin in his hand, and wiped off my lips and face gently. I watched his movements, hiding my eyes down instead of meeting his gaze. I hadn’t given him a good release. He needed more.

When my face was sufficiently clean, Cook balled up the napkin and threw it into the trash can in his bedroom.

He stood and then walked toward the door. I pushed off his mattress too, but then he spun around. His jaw was locked, and his eyes were hard. Then again, his cock was getting hard again. Would my still naked body do that to him?

“Stay,” he ordered me, pointing toward the mattress, and I kneeled back down at the bedside.

My heart raged, blood pounding past my ears. I could barely focus on anything over his voice. When he and it disappeared, I knew he was in the kitchen from how his shadow stretched across the floor of the small house, but I couldn’t hear what he did. What did he do? I peeked up and craned my neck to try to see but couldn’t. What was he doing?

“Maddie,” called Cook from the kitchen. “Crawl to me.”

My thundering heart skipped a beat, but I lowered myself to all fours. The carpet dug into my skin. I placed my palms flat to the floor and lowered my head. My hair fell into a curtain around my face.

My mouth was free, and I could use my safe word. It was within reach, but I didn’t want it. I crawled toward him. The carpet chaffed my knees and palms. My shoulders and elbows strained, a pain shooting through my forearms from my wrists.

I spotted him leaning against the counter in the kitchen, naked and glorious. It was the furthest he could get from me in the house.

“Faster,” he ordered, and I tried.

The tile scraped my knees, but that was little more than an annoyance. When I almost reached his bare feet, he moved. I chased him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Cook stood beside the couch, and I perched myself up on my knees, sinking back to my heels.

“That’s my good baby girl,” purred Cook and put his head on the top of mine.

Keeping my head bowed, I beamed. Yes, I was a very good girl. I could show him just how good I could be. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed his hardening cock free from clothes. And his hard abs, the V from just above his hips pointing to his erect member. The dark trail running down from his belly button. I could capture that in monochrome too and hang it over my bed.

Something landed on the couch in front of me, bouncing. Two somethings. I blinked to focus and saw a bag of frozen peas and one of frozen carrots. To ice my ass?

Cook reached a hand into my line of sight. “Give me your hands.”

I did, and he pulled me to my feet.

“Sit,” he said.

“But I want—”

“We’re not done, nizhóní, but I need to get you dressed.”

I started toward my room, ready to dress for him, but he let out a low rumble from somewhere deep in his chest. A warning.

“Sit,” he said again.

A hiss escaped my lips as I lowered onto the bags of frozen veggies. He’d beaten me and was now caring for the wounds, like he’d washed me up at Serenity. Cook cared for me like none of the others who took my pain. I would sit on fire or ice for him.

He disappeared into my room this time and returned with another dress. This one didn’t look like Bou’s.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

“I ordered it for you. Along with these.” He held up a pair of panties with frilly lace on the backside, then turned them around.

I read aloud, “Beard required for entry?”

When I got it, I groaned.

He laughed out loud, and I was immediately addicted to that sound.

Starting to stand, I held out my hand for the clothes.

Cook snatched them away. “I didn’t give you permission to get up.”

I returned to the frozen veggies, hissing.

He draped the black dress with cherries over the arm and laid the panties on top, then said, “Good. Now you sit there while I wash up.”

My jaw worked, words not emerging from my throat. In fact, I probably looked like a guppy sitting there on the couch, gasping for water. The shower ran, but not for long, and when Cook returned, his hair and beard were dripping and a towel hid his lower half.

“How’s the ice?”

“Cold,” I replied in all honesty. Goose bumps were starting to break out across my skin.

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

A drawer opened and closed in the other room, followed by the rustling sounds of getting dressed. When he emerged, he had on jeans and a new T-shirt.

“Let’s get you dressed for Serenity,” he said.

That combined with the saying on his shirt—I don’t wanna look back and think, “I should’ve eaten that,”—made me grin.

I started to stand, and he barked, “No,” just before he grabbed the panties and bent down in front of me, pulling them up to just above my knees.

Next, he bunched up the dress. “Hold your arms straight up,” he said and then slipped the dress over my head. “Now, you may stand and put the veggies back in the freezer.”

He grabbed his riding boots and sat on the couch to lace them up. “Yours are by the door,” he said, not looking up.

I found a bag with a pair of heavy black boots and sat next to him with them in my lap.

“You like them?” he asked when I slipped one out.

“Yes.” I grinned, but when I stood up in the dress, lacy under things, and combat boots, it felt weird.. .

Until Cook whistled and winked as he looked me up and down. “You sure you wanna drive all the way back to Phoenix tonight?”

I latched my fingers in front of myself, kicked one heel out so my knees came together and tilted my head. “Yes. Can we stay with Vivi after though?”

“Sure.” He grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. Daylight’s burnin’.”