Chapter 21
Luke
I gasp as I feel Connor’s powerful grip around my waist. He’s a real man, a true Daddy—and every inch of my body is reacting to his touch.
I know that this is right, there’s nothing I want more in the whole world right now.
“Daddy, I want to get on my knees for you,” I say, a tremble in my voice as I break free of Connor’s hold and drop down into a squat position and grip Connor’s thumpingly hard cock in both hands and pull it toward my face. “Please may I suck your cock?”
“You may,” Connor replies, a look of pure animalistic hunger in his eyes as he watches my tongue lick over the tip of his proud, powerful dick head. “I want to feel the back of your throat, boy.”
I nod and immediately sink my mouth over the width of his head and slide it all the way down, my hands reaching around the back and gripping onto my Daddy’s strong, perfectly sculpted ass cheeks.
“Good boy,” Connor grunts, his Daddy dick stiffening further as I suck and slurp, bobbing my head rhythmically as I serve him. “Now hold on tight.”
Connor pulls his cock out of my mouth and spins me around. Before I know it, he’s spreading my cheeks and working his wide, coarse wet tongue over my ass hole.
“We… we… we don’t have long,” I gasp, my body in a state of pure arousal. “I’m ready for you. I need you now, Daddy.”
With that, Connor takes his tongue out of my butt and effortlessly picks me up, spins me, and straddles my lubed ass over the tip of his hard, wet cock.
“Are you ready?” Connor says, his grip strong and his eyes full of passion.
“I’m ready, Daddy,” I pant, my mouth still wet from pleasuring his meaty cock.
And with that, Connor eases me onto his manhood, my eyes rolling back in my head as I slowly but surely take him all the way inside me.
“That… feels… wow,” I moan, my brain already scrambling as Connor’s cock touches my G-spot and sends me to an even higher plain of pure pleasure. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Connor grunts. “There’ll be plenty more where this came from.”
I let out a giggle at the mere thought of getting to do this all over again with a Daddy like Connor. But in the here and now, I’ve still got an orgasm to have…
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I groan, my entire body quivering with pleasure as Connor’s powerful arms move me up and down, my head wobbling as he uses my body for his pleasure—which also makes me even hotter, closer to orgasm myself as my dick rubs up against his ultra-masculine abs.
Feeling so submissive in the hands of a true Daddy like Connor is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Each second takes me closer to climax and before long I know it’s inevitable that I’m going to spill over entirely…
“That’s it, you cum for Daddy,” Connor growls, dropping me down onto the base of his shaft once more and holding me in place, gripping and spreading my ass cheeks as he does. “Cum for me now. That’s an order.”
And I don’t wait to be told again.
My entire body, from my toes all the way up to my face quivers, stiffens, and trembles as my climax rides up and onto me and I shoot rope after rope of thick cum onto Connor’s chest and stomach.
And as I grip Connor’s back and dig my fingers into his strong, muscular frame, I feel him shooting his load into me too.
“More, more, more,” I gasp, Connor’s dick pushing me right to my limit as he continues to pump his cock and work me like a rag doll until we’re both done.
“Fuck, that was good,” Connor says, his breathing heavy as he rests me down on the bed and then lies down next to me.
“It was way better than good, silly Daddy!” I giggle, my thoughts scattered and my whole body tingling in the bliss of a whoppingly fantastic post-orgasmic moment.
Connor’s arms are around me, his skin warm against mine, our breaths still uneven from the intensity of what just happened. My body’s humming, a mix of afterglow and adrenaline, my Little side basking in his Daddy closeness while my journalist side tries to claw its way back to focus.
Connor’s lips brush my forehead, a gentle contrast to the hunger of our kiss, the way we came together like a storm breaking.
It’s our first time like this, and it’s everything—raw, real, reigniting that spark from three years ago into something deeper, something that scares me as much as it thrills me.
I’m tangled up in him, my heart racing, Swift now with me and tucked against my side.
I feel good. I feel alive. I feel… like Connor and me could be something special.
But the world doesn’t stop, not even for this.
Connor’s phone buzzes on the desk, sharp and insistent, shattering the moment. He tenses, his arms tightening around me for a second before he pulls away, grabbing the phone with a muttered curse. I sit up, my heart sinking as I see his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing at the screen.
“Henry,” Connor says, answering the call, his voice all Guard now, sharp and focused. “Talk to me.”
I can’t hear Henry’s side, but Connor’s face tells me it’s bad.
My Daddy’s free hand rests on my knee, grounding me, but his eyes are distant, already running scenarios.
“They’ve got our exact location?” Connor says, his voice low, dangerous. “Senator’s private messaging service? Shit. Thank you, brother.”
Connor hangs up, his gaze snapping to me, all Daddy protectiveness and Guard urgency.
“Luke, we’re burned,” Connor says. “For real. Cartel’s got this motel pinned. We need to leave—and I really do mean now this time.”
My stomach drops, the afterglow fading under a rush of fear.
The cartel’s coming, and they’re not playing. I nod, scrambling off the bed, my hands shaking as I grab my jeans and hoodie, Swift’s beak bouncing as I shove him into my backpack.
“How do they keep finding us?” I ask, my voice trembling but sharp, my journalist side kicking in despite the panic. “And how do they know exactly where we are now?”
“Haynes’s got reach,” Connor says, pulling on his shirt and checking his gun, his movements fast but precise. “Private messaging service means he’s got insiders, probably tech tracking. Doesn’t matter now. No chances. We’re out the back window, through the woods, to the car. Move.”
I nod, my mind racing, and then it hits me—a way to buy us time.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing my phone from the desk. “I can throw them off. My social media—I can reset my location, post some old pics from twenty miles east, make it look like we’re there. It’ll confuse their trackers, give us a head start.”
Damn, I’m good.
Connor pauses, his eyes flicking to me, a flash of respect cutting through the urgency.
“Smart, Little Scoop, very smart,” he says, his voice gruff but warm. “Do it. Fast.”
I open my phone, my fingers flying as I reset my location to a random spot twenty miles east. I pull up some old selfies, me grinning with a milkshake, and post them across my socials—X, Instagram, the works—with a caption: Chasing leads and milkshakes!
My heart’s pounding, but I feel a spark of pride.
I’m not just a damsel, not just a Little.
I’m fighting back, playing my part, and Connor’s nod of approval makes my chest swell.
“Good boy,” Connor says, his voice low, that Daddy tone sending a shiver through me despite the danger. “Now let’s go.”
I zip my backpack, Swift secure, and follow Connor to the window, my heart racing as he slides it open, checking the dark lot below.
The air’s cool, sharp with pine, and I feel the weight of the moment—the cartel closing in, the flash drive’s secrets burning a hole in my backpack, the memory of Connor’s hands on me still lingering.
We’re a team, and I’m proud of that.
But there’s no time to bask in these feelings, no time to linger in the afterglow.
It’s time to move, to keep the fight against Haynes alive.
Connor’s already halfway out the window, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he scans the woods beyond. I’m right behind him, my backpack slung over one shoulder, the flash drive’s weight a constant reminder of why we’re running.
The motel’s glow fades as we drop into the underbrush, the ground soft under my sneakers, the air sharp with the scent of damp earth and pine.
My heart’s pounding, fear and adrenaline mixing with that stubborn fire that’s kept me chasing this story. Connor’s hand finds mine, his grip firm, guiding me through the trees, his gun drawn in his other hand.
Daddy is all Guard now, every step deliberate, his eyes scanning for threats, but I can still feel the warmth of his touch… the feel of his body against mine too.
“We’re clear for now,” Connor whispers, his voice low, urgent. “Car’s close. Stay low, stay quiet.”
I nod, my Little side clinging to his presence even as my journalist side races.
The flash drive’s contents are why they’re hunting me. I knew it was big, but seeing it laid out, raw and unfiltered, made it real.
Haynes’s arrogance, thinking no one would dig this deep, is his downfall, but it’s also my death sentence if we don’t move fast enough.
My social media trick might buy us hours, maybe less, but it’s something, and I’m proud of it—proud to be fighting, not just running.
The woods are dark, branches snagging at my hoodie, but Connor’s hand keeps me steady, his pace relentless but controlled.
This is a real adventure—deadly, but real.
It’s everything I dreamed of as a journalist, the kind of story that could define my career, but it’s also why I’m on the run, why Connor’s risking his life for me. That pride mixes with fear but I push it down, focusing on his hand in mine, the steady rhythm of our steps.
We reach the car, hidden off a dirt road, and Connor unlocks it, shoving me into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel.
The engine roars to life, and he pulls onto a backroad, his eyes flicking to the mirrors, checking for tails.
“Nice work with the socials,” Connor says, his voice gruff but warm, that Daddy tone slipping through. “Bought us some breathing room. But we ain’t out of this yet. Things might get bumpy again real soon. But you’ve got this my darling boy. I know you do.”
I blush, my heart swelling despite the danger.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice soft. “I just… I had to do something. I can’t let them win.”
“They won’t,” Connor replies, his hand squeezing my knee, a quick, grounding touch before he’s back to the wheel. “We’re a team, Luke. You keep being smart, and I’ll keep you safe.”
My chest aches, that bond between us deepening, but the fear’s still there, sharp and cold. But with Connor beside me, his steady presence like a shield, I feel like I can keep going, like I can face anything.
The road twists through the dark, the headlights cutting through the night, and I glance at Connor, his profile sharp against the dashboard’s glow.
“Another motel, deeper off the grid,” Connor says, his eyes scanning the road. “No safehouses—they’re too predictable. We’ll hole up, plan our next move. That flash drive’s our leverage, but we need to get it to someone who can use it—your boss, Robert, maybe. Someone with pull.”
I nod, the idea of handing over the flash drive twisting my gut. It’s my story, my proof, but Connor’s right—it’s bigger than me now.
“Robert will know what to do,” I say, thinking of my boss, his gruff voice and unshakable ethics. “He’ll make sure it gets out, no matter what. Maybe I should have gone to him sooner.”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Connor says, his voice comforting and full of love—I know now more than ever that I’m more than an assignment to him.
Connor’s jaw is tight, and I see the weight on him—Guard duty, Daddy instincts, and something more, something personal.
“We’ll get it to him,” Connor says. “But first, we stay alive. You did good back there, Luke. Real good.”
I smile, small but real, and lean back in the seat.
This story’s worth it, and so’s my Daddy.
We’re a team, and we’re not giving up. Not now, not ever.