13. Lars
CHAPTER 13
Lars
F ear turned my blood to ice when Ellie passed out, the horror and humiliation palpable in the stressed lines of her face. Damon remains outside my bedroom door, doing damage control with his classmates and cursing out Carly’s name every few minutes, ensuring she gets a different kind of justice, as I try to wake Ellie.
I’d stripped off her shoes and pants before laying her on the bed, and after placing a cool cloth on her forehead, she whimpered a few times. She’s not in a good place mentally; it’s the reason I keep trying to wake her up.
I look down at Ellie after hearing a long, drawn-out exhale. She warily blinks, opens her eyes, and then stares up at the ceiling. “I was going to tell you,” she finally says, her voice small and childlike to my ears.
“I wouldn’t have pushed,” I respond, taking her hand and holding it gently between my own, offering silent support when all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and shield her from the rest of the world. “I still won’t.”
She nods, and the tears she tries so hard to fight spill over her cheeks.
Fuck it. Gathering her up in my arms, I hold her tight as she sobs quietly into my chest, her arms clutching me in a death grip.
“You’re safe, sweetheart. I hope you know that.” Her head bobs up and down slightly as I adjust our position so I can lean back against the headboard.
“I know.” Her sobs settle down to light sniffles, but I keep holding her.
A knock on the door followed by, “Hey, Dad,” has Ellie stiffening in my hold.
“Come in, son.” My hand rubs along her back as Damon enters. “What’s up?” He appears agitated.
Sitting on the bed at my feet, he hands me his phone. “They know.” My blood runs cold again as I read the headlines stating that I’ve coerced Ellie into a relationship to get her father a better deal.
He hasn’t even fucking accepted one.
“I’m off the case. It doesn’t matter.” I give the device back to him.
I understand how damaging a headline like that could be, but I’ve spoken with my chief and deputy chief, and they know the deal. I’ve gotten their support in writing, no matter what the media prints.
“They’re going to ruin you.” At Ellie’s tearful proclamation, I glance down at her.
“No, sweetheart, they can’t touch me. I’ve taken all the steps needed in order to protect my career and you.”
Brushing the hair off her face, I lean down and kiss her forehead. A plan about how to deal with this is already forming in my mind.
“What do you want me to do?” Damon asks, his concern shining bright in eyes that match my own.
“There’s nothing to do. It seems impossible, but I promise everything will be okay.” The first step I’ve come up with is getting the three of us out of town for a few days. It’s been stressful, and we could use the break.
“You sure about that?” Damon’s skepticism is something I’m always prepared for.
“Just trust me.”
“I do,” Ellie interjects, her head laying over my heart as it skips a beat. Her innate trust is something I’ll cherish forever.
* * *
Nearing nine at night, I’ve got our plans settled and in motion. I wanted to make sure there was no press around the house, which, thankfully, there hasn’t been, and I was hoping the neighbors would be settled in for the night so they wouldn’t pay attention to us.
Damon has gone to spend a few days with his grandparents–my parents–in Gainesville. They have some repairs on Mom’s porch swing they’ve needed help with, and Damon has been eager to see them and help out.
Ellie and I are heading to a cottage on Flagler Beach, about an hour and a half away, so we’ll be close if needed.
As I finish packing the truck, Ellie comes out with a small basket. “I made snacks.”
I grin, and I can’t help but admire this woman’s resilience. She gets down, sure, cries and screams into a pillow, but then she picks herself up and carries on. I’m in complete awe of her strength.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her as I take the basket and place it on the console before helping her in. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Ellie.”
She rests her soft hand against my jaw as she leans forward and kisses me tenderly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I groan. She knows just where to get me.
“Keep playing with me, and you won’t like the consequences,” I warn as I buckle her belt.
“Maybe I will.” Her sweet whisper makes my dick twitch behind my zipper as I close her door and make my way to the driver’s side.
After raising the garage door, I start the truck and begin backing out, pleased to see the street’s clear. For the most part, my address is private, but that doesn’t mean people at the precinct won’t leak it or neighbors won’t call it in. Or hell, the school won’t share it.
“I’ve never been to Flagler Beach,” Ellie says as she digs into the basket, pulling out cranberry and turkey sandwiches with what I think is arugula. I’m skeptical, but I take a bite and surprisingly enjoy it. “It’s a cranberry jam,” she informs me, laughing at how I hesitated.
“I like it.” She smiles, satisfied, and I can’t wait to have her smiling in satisfaction for an entirely different reason.
The drive to Flagler is mostly quiet, filled only with the low music from the radio and the occasional comment one of us makes. It’s a comfortable silence when we pull into the cottage's driveway. I’m grateful it has a keypad entry because I could feel Ellie’s growing tension as we entered the city limits, her worry about being recognized tangible.
“This is beautiful.” She stares out over the ocean, which is just feet away from the cottage, as she gets out.
Coming up behind her, I grip her hips and pull her into my body. “Yes, it is.” My eyes are on her, though. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re sure this is okay?” she wonders, looking back and up at me.
“Yeah, Ellie. I’ll make sure of it.”
I know she’s talking about more than our stay here. She’s concerned with the rumors being spread by the media about my intentions with her. My deputy chief has already sent me the statement the PD will send to the press about how we came to be together. It’s more than I’d like to expose, but in order to protect Ellie, I approved it.
“Can we go splash a little?” Excitement buzzes through her body as she’s already toeing off her shoes.
“It’s going to be cold,” I warn her, but she doesn’t care and runs off to the water, frolicking through it and screaming with delight as she runs back to me.
“Okay, you were right.” She shivers as I pick her up, laughing, and carry her inside.
Kicking the door shut behind us, I let Ellie slide down my body before engaging the lock and reaching for her shirt. The innocent blush drives me wild as she slowly backs away, remaining just out of reach.
A growl works up my throat when she darts behind the couch. “What are you doing, Ellie?” My voice is deep, ready to pounce on my sexy prey.
“Nothing.” Her saccharine voice doesn’t match the way she breathes. Harshly, her chest rises and falls with each step closer I take. Biting her lip, Ellie tilts her head and says something I never expected. “Come and get me, Daddy.”
The chase is on.
Ellie makes to go right but darts left when I follow her move. I could jump over the couch to grab her, but I like this game. The anticipation grows with each second she’s not in my hands.
“Catch me, Daddy.”
Her light-hearted giggle as she dashes down the short hallway to the bedroom, tossing her shirt over her head and kicking off her shoes, raises the beast inside me. I want to do wickedly delicious things to her, and tonight, nothing will stop me.
“That spanking is coming.” I groan as I step into the room to find her wiggling out of her jeans, bare tits swaying with the movement. “It’s not going to be anything light, either, sweetheart. I’m going to make you cry for me.”
Her bravado falters for a second as she strips bare and climbs on the bed. “No scars, though, right?” The vulnerable question forces me to take a breath and remember that this girl has been abused.
Whipping my shirt over my head, I toe off my shoes and stalk towards her. Cupping her jaw in both of my hands, I vow, “Never will I leave a lasting mark. Anything I do to you will be for pleasure and temporary. You understand me, Ellie?”
She swallows as her eyes clear, and the hint of fear disappears. “Yes, Daddy Lars, I understand.”
“Good girl.” I nod and brush one hand down the front of her body, appreciating the slight curves, savoring the velvety skin I’ll have against me soon enough. Where I’m all hard edges, she’s silky smooth. “You’re addicting, baby.”
Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth and bite gently until she cries out and holds me closer. Licking the taut bud to soothe her, I suck gently until she moans.
“Turn around, ass up, legs spread,” I command as I begin peeling off my jeans, ready to take her as soon as I finish with her punishment.
Seeing the scars on her back for the first time, I mask my reaction when I notice her watching me. The whip marks are undeniable and are so deep that the scar tissue is raised across most of her back.
“You’re stunning,” I say, grabbing the backs of her thighs with each hand and massaging my way up her body. Pressing her ass cheeks together, I pull them apart and lean down to blow a warm breath across her delicate hole. “I can’t wait to fuck you all night, sweetheart.” Her body gradually relaxes the more I touch her.
I don’t ignore the scars, but I don’t ask her about them, either. Soon, I will, but tonight is more about reinforcing her trust in me enough to show them to me. I won’t ruin that for her.
Goosebumps break out across her skin, and I grin. The anticipation is getting to her, too. She’s excited and nervous all at once, and I need that for her.
Rubbing my hands up and down her back, I bring one hand to my face, licking across my fingers before giving a sharp slap to her ass. She gasps from the shock but pushes back for more. I repeat it, enjoying the way the muscular cheeks turn a deep red and my handprint is outlined on each side.
“Can I take a picture?” I meet her stare briefly, and she bites her lip again before agreeing.
Reaching to the floor, I grab my phone out of my pocket. Spreading her legs farther, I ask her to arch her back and hide her face while moving forward to rub my fingers through her soaked folds. Drawing my name on her ass cheeks with her juices, she shines as I take a picture, showcasing my handprints and her dripping pussy. The image glows, and I show her.
“Holy shit.” Ellie grabs it and stares as I move in behind her. “I didn’t think I’d like something like this,” she whispers.
Leaning over her back, I slide my dick through her lips and slowly slip into her heated cunt. “I’m getting that printed and framed for our room.” She jolts and begins to protest, but a sharp jab of my hips stops her. “I’m doing it, sweetheart. Even if I hang it in the walk-in closet.” She moans as my hips drive in and out of her. “I’ll get one of your pussy dripping with my seed, too.”