Chapter 20
Twenty
Lane
My mind is still reeling that I have a Daddy. Not only because he’s the man who kidnapped me but he’s also the serial killer that I’ve been tracking, trying to bring to justice, and attempting to put away forever.
I was being sarcastic when I called Ryell “Daddy,” but I won’t lie, the title fits. The first time we were together, I felt the Daddy vibes rolling off him in waves.
God, I loved his reaction to me calling him Daddy. He got growly and gave me all the attention I wanted from him.
Being his sole focus made giddiness sing through my veins. Followed up quickly by arousal. I’m still pretty weak, but that didn’t stop my dick from chubbing up.
As I sit in the chair by the window of Ryell’s room, I sigh in contentment.
I’m not happy to be here—especially not under these circumstances—but I feel at peace.
For years, I’ve been on the move, on high alert, looking at gruesome crime scene photos and watching dark web murders, seeing bodies and getting into the mind of a killer.
Sitting here, I realize how much my job was weighing on me. Even finding out who The Poser is feels like a weight off my shoulders—even though that same killer is holding me against my will. It’s actually nice to not have to worry about catching a perp.
My impending death is also heavy on my mind. There’s no way this ends with me keeping my life. Ryell will play with me, sketch me, then discard me like I’m trash.
The crazy thing is, that doesn’t bother me. As long as he gives me as much attention as he did yesterday when he bathed me, I can come to terms with only having a few weeks left to live.
Reaching forward, I open the curtains wider, then slouch in the chair, closing my eyes as I face the afternoon sun.
Being locked in a basement for weeks made me miss something so simple.
Even though my eyes still sting from the brightness, I continue to face the window and soak up as much of the sun’s rays as I can.
Close to an hour later—long enough for my legs and ass to go numb—I stand and shake myself to allow the blood to flow through my limbs. Then I trudge to the bathroom, the chain dragging behind me.
When I woke up alone, I laid in bed for a while, tears rolling down my cheeks as I absorbed the comfort of the mattress and having a thick blanket and being warm.
When I turned over to hug a pillow to my chest, it smelled like Ryell.
I didn’t want to move as I drew his scent into my lungs, taking greedy pulls of air to keep his fragrance with me.
I only left the bed because I had to use the bathroom and discovered that my chain would reach.
After I empty my bladder, I step closer to the mirror to wash my hands.
I look at myself, noting my hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, and the facial hair that I fucking hate.
I’ve always been clean-shaven, not liking how irritated my skin gets when I grow more than stubble.
The hair on my face is itchy and uncomfortable.
Bending down, I check under the counter to see if I can find a razor. Since I’m free from my cell, I can get rid of the fur covering my chin.
But it seems like Ryell put away anything sharp that I might use as a weapon. I don’t blame him. I would do the same if I were in his shoes.
I scoff as I lean against the counter. I would never be in his shoes, taking someone against their will. But that’s neither here nor there.
Pushing off the counter, I whip my shirt over my head to look at my body.
It’ll be a while before I’m back to the shape I was in before I was imprisoned.
I may have lost close to fifteen pounds, my skin hanging loosely.
The pants Ryell gave me swim around my waist, the drawstring pulled tight so they don’t fall down.
But I don’t exactly feel bad. Weak, but better than I had before Ryell gave me the silent treatment.
His attention is enough to give me energy.
Just as I’m sliding my shirt back on, I hear the bedroom door open. My heart rate kicks up, both in fear and in anticipation.
“Lane?” Ryell calls, and I immediately relax, the breath that was pent-up in my chest flowing out of me.
“In here, Daddy.”
Ryell comes around the corner in a pair of scrubs, looking surprisingly good. I’ve never been into the medical kink, but maybe I’ve been missing out.
He steps up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. I lean into him, knowing I’ve probably lost my fucking mind for feeling content in the arms of a serial killer but not really caring anymore. This is my life now. I can either enjoy it for what it is or live miserably.
I chose to get the attention I’ve always craved from my new Daddy.
Ryell hums and kisses me on the neck. I sigh again, my body melting into him.
He lifts his head and gazes at our reflections. Standing next to him, I see just how pale I am, how my weeks in captivity have leeched all the color from my skin.
“I’m as white as a ghost,” I whisper, making Ryell grin.
“I like ghosts.”
Snorting, I turn around to him and tentatively put my arms around his waist. This is all new, but I’m going with it. I won’t live long enough for anyone to discover what went on here, so why not?
“How was work?” I ask.
Ryell starts, then pulls back so he can look at me. “You really want to know?”
I tick up an eyebrow. “Did you kill someone at your practice?” I ask, not at all joking.
He barks a laugh, and I’m treated to a sight I didn’t think I’d see. A carefree Ryell. For the past few weeks, he’s been smug, taunting, stone-faced, but never…this.
I like it too much.
“No,” he says, still chuckling. “It’s just, no one has ever asked me before.”
“Oh. Have you…you’ve never dated? Or had a long-term…partner?” I’m not sure if Ryell is gay or bi or pan or what, so I keep my question neutral.
Ryell shakes his head slowly. “I’ve got too much shit going on for that. You think someone would consent to me having a captive in our basement?”
I wince. It’s so easy to forget that, underneath it all, under the Daddy he’s become, he’s a killer.
Gripping me under the chin, Ryell turns my head back so I’m looking at him. “I won’t break my word, Lane. I won’t kill anyone while I’m with you. I broke a promise before, but I won’t do it again. Do you trust me?”
Giving him a sardonic look, I ask, “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you do, boy.” He bends and kisses me lightly on the lips. I sigh against his mouth, then press closer to get more of him.
He chuckles and pulls away. “Did you shower yet?”
“No.”
“Good. Let me take care of you.”
I’m a fucking puddle at his feet.
“Okay, Daddy.”
Ryell backs me up to the counter, caging me in with his strong arms. His voice drops to a low growl as he says, “I fucking love when you call me that.” He rolls his hips, and I gasp at the feel of him. “See what you do to me?”
My dick hardens so fast I get lightheaded, and I have to grab his shoulders so I don’t pass out. “Yes, Daddy.”
His hand on the back of my neck, Ryell pulls me in and kisses me hard, rolling his tongue around mine. I stand on my tiptoes, to get more of him. Ryell’s strong hands keep me upright, and I let him hold me, enjoying the way he seems like he can’t get enough of me as well.
I noticed that the one night we spent together. Ryell held me like he had the right, like I already belonged to him. My body loved the claiming. Even when I was deep in my depression, it knew Ryell was mine, that he was my Daddy.
Breaking the kiss, Ryell places his forehead to mine, panting against my lips. “What is it about you, Lane?”
I shrug and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I could ask you the same.”
He kisses my nose lightly, making my head swim with the gentleness of it. “Let me get you cleaned up. Then—”
“Can we go outside?” I blurt out. He looks down at me with an unreadable expression, so I talk fast. “I promise I won’t try to run or shout or anything. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. It’s been…”
“Seven weeks,” Ryell says.
“Seven…seven weeks?” I repeat, lightheaded for another reason.
“Yes. That’s a long time without sun. We can go outside.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, still shocked that he’s held me captive for so long. Where did some of those weeks go? I can remember…the first two, then maybe one other. Have I been so out of it that time has passed by without my notice?
Ryell lets me go and turns the shower on. While it’s warming up, he grabs me under the arms and hoists me onto counter. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, pulls the chain key from his pocket and unlocks the cuff.
I roll my ankle as Ryell rubs at the sore skin. It’s red, but the skin isn’t broken, since I didn’t move around too much.
“Feel okay?” he asks, looking up at me with those beautiful husky-blue eyes.
I could sit here and wallow that I’ve been in captivity for seven weeks, fighting and trying to run and end up back in the cell, or I could let my Daddy take care of me.
Ryell is being so sweet, so caring, so attentive that it’s hard for me to keep up the anger at being taken. I just feel…seen.
Reaching out with a shaky hand, I run my fingers through Ryell’s hair. He sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. “I’m good.”
Nodding, Ryell hauls me off the counter and drags down my pants. My hard dick pops out, almost hitting him in the chin. He gives me a dry look, and I giggle, placing my hand over my mouth. I don’t miss the soft smile on his face before he lowers his head to remove my pants from around my ankles.
Standing to his full height, he pulls my shirt over my head so I’m standing naked before him. His eyes roam over my body, humming in appreciation. “I’ll feed you so you’re back in tiptop shape, Agent.”
I roll my eyes but nod. Then I undress him, and Ryell takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
Once we’re under the spray, Ryell tips my head back to wet my hair. I close my eyes and groan in pleasure. Ryell washed my hair in the bathtub last night, but this feels so much better. The warm water massages my scalp, making goose bumps pop up over my skin.
Then Ryell’s fingers are rubbing shampoo over the strands, his blunt nails gently scraping against my scalp.
A moan leaves my lips, but I’m not even ashamed.
It’s been so long since someone has done this for me.
Maybe since my first boyfriend when I was a rookie cop.
It’s even better now because it’s not just a random boyfriend doing this for me, but my Daddy.
“Feels good,” I whisper on another moan when he gets a particular spot near my ear. Ryell keeps at it, rubbing and grazing his fingers over the area until I’m practically humping his leg. My dick is so hard, sticking straight out in front of me and rubbing against Ryell’s thigh.
His deep chuckle has me cracking open an eye to look at him. “I can tell.”
I’m not the least bit embarrassed, especially since his dick has been poking me in the belly since we got in the shower.
I reach out and take his length into my hands, His eyes grow heavy-lidded and fill with heat.
“Must feel good for you too, Daddy,” I say huskily as I jerk him.
Ryell growls, then leans forward and kisses me hard. I tug him faster, moaning as he deepens the kiss.
He drops one hand from my hair and cups my cock and strokes, the shampoo making the slide slick.
I cry out, pushing my hips into his hand. God, it’s been so long, so long since he’s touched me. We haven’t even reached our peak yet, but I want his touch again and again.
Ryell breaks the kiss, nipping at my lips, my chin, my jawline. I tip my head back farther, the water running through my hair as I nearly lose my fucking mind from how he’s pumping me off.
“Do you want to come, baby boy?” Ryell’s growly voice tickles my ears and hikes up my arousal. “What to spray your spunk all over Daddy?”
“Yes,” I pant. My knees are going weak with the need to release, and I can’t focus on anything else, so I let go of his cock and place both hands on his shoulders so I can stay on my feet.
Ryell doesn’t miss a beat. He simply cups himself alongside my dick, jerking us off together. The feel of his hot skin and hard dick against mine has my balls seizing and my orgasm shooting from my body without warning.
I shout, digging my fingers into his shoulders as my legs buckle from the strength of my eruption. Ryell wraps his arm around me to keep me upright but doesn’t stop stroking us through my nut.
When I’m drained dry, I slump against him, my head blissfully empty.
I only come back to myself when he grunts his release, his warm seed coating my belly. I moan at the feel of him, wishing his cum was dripping from my hole.
“Fuck,” Ryell whispers, jerking us in a loose fist. The sensitivity is a lot, but I don’t stop him.
When I open my eyes, I find Ryell looking down at me with a lopsided grin on his face. “You okay, Agent?”
I chuckle tiredly. “I’m good. Guess I needed that.”
Ryell sets me on the shower bench. He grabs a cloth, adds bodywash, and washes me thoroughly.
When he’s done, he helps me stand and rinses me off, then cleans himself quickly.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me closer, wrapping his arm snugly around my waist. “Let’s get you outside.”
I grin happily, ready to feel the grass under my feet.