Chapter 9
Hael
Iwake up groaning. My head is groggy, and my body feels weighed down as my eyelids struggle to open. They feel like tiny little weights are holding them shut. When I attempt to roll over, my hands tug from above, and I realize I’ve been tied up.
“What the hell?” Terror streaks through my system as my eyes finally open, and I notice being in an unfamiliar dark room. “Oh my god.” Panic constricts my throat as the realization of my kidnapping sets in.
Skittering my legs on top of the cool sheets, I’m relieved they’re not bound as well. Until I realize I’m naked. Then a new fear plagues me, and tears crowd my once-dry eyes.
I hear movement, but it’s not until the words, “Sweet pea,” are spoken in that gravelly voice that captivated me last night that I realize it’s him. My stalker. He’s captured me…stolen me… just like he promised.
Anger replaces the fear because now I can give him a piece of my mind. “You ass!” I shout, unable to see where he is. “I’m not some chess piece to be played. I don’t want anything to do with whatever revenge you want to take out on my father. Let me go!”
His chuckle conveys menace and intimidation, while a light clicks on from the corner of the room.
It glows softly, nothing too harsh, but allows me to see him standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the dresser.
My gaze moves along his body, the only thing covering him is a pair of boxers, until I reach his face, and he’s wearing another creepy black skull mask.
Dammit, even now I can’t identify him.
“You’re safe.” His words are too smooth, too rehearsed, too alluring.
“Let me go.” I hiss out the words, wishing he were close enough to bite.
Pushing off the dresser, he steps forward, placing one knee on the bed and reaching forward with a hand to snatch my leg before I can react. “Never, sweet pea.” He aims for my other leg, and I kick at him, but he’s too fast and grabs me before I can connect.
Whimpering when he spreads my legs, my eyes graze his body, admiring the flexing muscles as he moves, but I try to hide it.
He leans down and runs his masked face up the inside of my thighs, nuzzling at my sex and groaning deep in his throat before lying across my body. He covers me from head to toe, leaving me helpless, and for some reason, my body enjoys it.
“Please let me go.” My breathy words make him chuckle again.
“I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.” His voice in my ear sends shivers down my spine. “Having you under me is a dream come true, sweet pea. You have no idea how hard it’s been to hold off from sinking my cock nice and deep inside your tasty little cunt.”
Oh god. Why does this turn me on so much?
“You’re using me,” I accuse.
His hand slides along my body, the calloused palms rubbing across my pebbled nipples, before gliding up to circle my throat.
“I’m going to use you in so many ways. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass…
. Fuck, I can’t wait. But I’m not treating you like a fucking pawn with your father.
Fuck him. Fuck anyone who thinks they can come between us. ”
My eyes close without permission as his fingers tighten. I glide a leg up his side to hold him closer, and my mind screams that this is all wrong. My body, however, screams that this is oh so right.
Grinding his hardness into my core, a whimper instinctively escapes, and when he groans, I swear I feel it all the way down my frame. Encasing me in the delectable delights he wants to bestow upon me.
“Daddy, please.” Sobbing into his throat as he manipulates my senses is thrilling and terrifying because I shouldn’t feel these things for a man whose name I don’t know and whose face I wouldn’t recognize in a crowd.
“You trying to make me come with that whimpering, little girl?” He sounds pained.
“I don’t know your name. Not even your face.” When he bumps my bundle of nerves and sends pleasure zinging through my veins, I cry out. I wish I could touch him, feel him under my fingertips.
Nuzzling into my neck, he inhales sharply as his hands roam my flesh, touching me in ways I can’t touch him, and the restlessness growing inside me becomes intense.
“Soon enough, my sweet little treat, you will. For now, it’s Daddy’s turn to play.”
It’s exhilarating how he speaks to me, like I’m his own toy. I’ve never been treated this way in my life.
“Please tell me something, anything. I can’t just be okay with no idea of who you are.” I’ll keep begging.
“Hmmm.” It’s easy to imagine him licking his lips at my request. “Alright, you can ask as much as you want. However, for every question I don’t wish to answer…
” He pulls back and flips me over, leaving me cold after the warmth of his body against mine.
Popping my bare ass in the air, he finishes with, “I get to spank you.”
My sex floods with desire at the threat, or is it a promise?
“Deal.” The word barely passes my lips before he takes the opportunity to give me a taste of what’s about to happen. The burn of his palm across my flesh makes me hold my breath as I anticipate the next. “What’s your first question?”
“Will you tell me your name?” The sound of his palm hitting my ass reaches my ears after the sting of the action.
“Asked and answered, sweet pea.” He sounds pleased.
“When will you show me your face?” Flinching when his hand rests on my burning cheek, a relieved sigh rushes out as he gently rubs the sting away.
“As soon as I get inside this virgin pussy.”
“Have we met?” I brace again, but nothing happens.
“Yes and no. Not officially, but in passing.” That’s more than I thought I would get.
“Was it recently?” Aside from school, I don’t think I’ve met too many new people.
The heat of his body covers my back as he whispers in my ear, “It’s been several times over several months.”
Reeling, I stare at him over my shoulder, trying to pick out anything that would give a clue to who he is, but nothing comes to mind. “How do you know my father?” This answer petrifies me.
Unprepared for his next move, I cry out as his palm peppers my ass with several slaps until I’m shaking and tears stream down my face.
“You cry so pretty, my sweet pea. So fucking pretty.” Through blurry eyes, I study his masked face; the skull seems to glow as he watches me.
“I wonder if you’ll cry, choking on my cock.
” I suck in a sharp breath, and he emits a low chuckle.
“One more question, and we’ll see how well you suck cock. ”
My chest tightens. How do I handle this man? One minute, he’s sweet, the next he’s menacing. He keeps me off-kilter, and while wanting to scream seems to be my default, I’m fascinated with what he’ll do or say next.
“What’s your question, Hael?” There’s a menacing quality to his voice that is oddly soothing.
I can hardly think straight with everything being so overwhelming. “Uhm.” His hand whisks up the front of my body to massage my tits, tugging on my nipple before moving to the other one. “Why…uh…why Daddy?”
The bulge in his boxers rubs into my ass, spreading my cheeks as he pumps his hips back and forth, while growling.
“Doesn’t it make your pussy wet to say it?
” My head bobs as he continues to torture me.
“My dick leaks every time the word passes your lips. Want to know what I really want, sweet pea?”
“Yes, please.” Thinking straight is impossible anymore.
“Yes, please, what…?”
My breath catches, and I wish I could stare into his eyes to gauge what he’s feeling. “Yes, please, Daddy. Tell me what you really want.”
“God, you’re such a good girl.” His hand rubs my ass before lightly tapping it several times.
“I want to hear you scream, cry, and beg Daddy to put a baby in this barely legal womb. I want you to demand all my baby batter fill up your tight virgin cunt until it leaks out and soaks this beautiful little rosebud enough that Daddy can slip right in and fill it full of cream too.”
“Oh my god.” I can’t say any of that, can I?
“Do it,” he barks. “Fucking beg me, you beautiful virgin whore. Beg Daddy.”
How the hell do I say no when my body lights up for him?
“Please, Daddy, fill me up, make a baby with me. Use me to your pleasure.”
“Good girl,” he hisses in my ear before pushing his boxers down, and the heat of his length burns me until he slams into my pussy without remorse, causing me to squeal in pain as he tears through my hymen and roots deep inside me.
“Daddy!” I cry out, tugging on my bindings, wishing I could touch him.
His harsh breathing reaches my ears as he grasps my hips in a bruising and painful grip while I try to gather my bearings. “I need you to know something, sweet pea.”
“What?” I gasp out.
“You’re mine forever now. This pussy just gobbled my big dick up like it was candy, and now he’s feeding her all the goodies she wants. Which means you’re mine. Always and forever, do you understand?” He sounds…vicious. Angry and demanding.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. Forever.” He feels enormous as I squeeze my pussy around his length.
It all hurts, but when he slides back, the balls of his piercings rub along my walls.
It feels so incredible that I could cry.
“Please, Daddy, make me your cum slut. Fill me all the way up. I’ve been a good girl.
” God, where are these words coming from?
His hands rub up and down my back as his hips glide in and out of me at a leisurely pace, massaging my tense muscles until he runs them through my hair.
Holding my head in his hands, Daddy pushes me down, burying my face in the bed, and pounds into me from behind.
The punishing thrusts make me scream into the mattress, any sound muffled as he pins me in place.