Chapter Five
Pepper
I’m less than thirty minutes removed from my engagement, I’m in the bedroom of a man who’s kidnapped me on my wedding day, and now I know for sure that he took me because he wants the very expensive ring Nathan bought while on a business trip to Milan.
It’s loud and gaudy, with a hand-forged platinum band and a flawless, cathedral-set oval diamond so large that I’m sure it needed its own passport home.
I have no idea how much it’s worth, but he shows it off to everyone we meet, so I’m assuming a lot. It’s the only reason for all of this.
Given that I now know why Rhett took me, why am I so aroused? My panties should not be soaking wet. I shouldn’t be desperate to reach out and grip his hard cock. My body shouldn’t ache every time his deep voice rasps in my ear or lose my breath every time he calls himself Daddy.
It’s sick, right? The whole concept.
He’s not my daddy, and why would I want to call a man Daddy, anyway? I’m a grown woman. A grown woman with a business plan. A grown woman who intends on living life without a man telling her what to do.
That said, as I stare up at this big, brooding giant, my stomach gives a twist, and my throat feels tight as he breathes against the lobe of my ear.
I’m fine.
I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.
My clit throbs and my pussy aches with a desperate need I’ve never felt in all my twenty-four years. God, am I really this simple? Do I really want this big, strong man to take me over, order me onto my knees, demand I suck his cock while he calls me a good girl?
My clit throbs at the mere thought. What’s wrong with me? I don’t do things like this. Hell, I’m a virgin. This moment here is the closest I’ve been to any man in ages. Even Nathan wouldn’t get this close to me. He always said, ‘if I wasn’t going to give it up, what’s the point of kissing?’
He probably just didn’t like kissing me.
Maybe no one will. Maybe I’m a bad kisser.
Maybe I need this moment with Rhett to prove to myself that I’m beautiful, wanted, and desired.
It’s that or I’m a horny little train wreck, desperate for touch.
Either way, I arch into Rhett’s massive frame and moan.
Yes, I moan!
“Oh,” he growls low against the lobe of my ear, spreading wet, hot heat everywhere, “my baby girl likes it when I take control.”
‘My.’
My baby girl. Why do I like that so much? Why do I want to hear it on repeat for the rest of eternity? Why do I like that he’s possessive over me?
I hum out some sort of instinctual approval, and the giant growls again, this time bending in toward my lips until his beard is brushing against my mouth ever so slightly.
My ring just came off my finger. What am I doing?
“You're nervous.” His voice is deep, rumbling, graveled. “Your pulse is racing.”
I swallow hard and release an uneven breath as need vibrates through me. I must nod somewhere in there too because he responds like I’ve answered him, though I don’t remember saying a thing.
He brushes the rough pad of his finger down over my cheek. “No need to be nervous, baby girl. I’ll only touch what you let me.” His cock juts forward as he speaks, poking my stomach.
If it’s up to me, we have a huge problem because I want him to touch me everywhere. I want him to order me to open my thighs so I can feel his thick cock spread me wide, fill me up, make me come.
I’ve never felt this way in all my life. Not once. I didn’t even know this kind of need existed.
“Touch me,” I whisper nearly inaudibly as I squirm between the back wall and his massive frame. My breasts against his chest. My knee lifting up around his hip. My hands tucked beneath his T-shirt, sliding across his abs.
My permission turns his eyes to a wild state that I haven’t seen in him yet. He growls low and leans in. All at once, his massive, strong, warm, rough hands are all over me. “Are you wet for Daddy?”
My pussy twitches and I hate myself for it, while simultaneously loving it at the same time. Who am I?
“Answer me, baby girl.” His hand draws down my belly, beneath the remnants of my bridal garb, and onto the fancy lace panties I’d bought for my wedding night.
What am I doing?
I swallow hard and stare up at him like I’m outside of my own body, like I’m a girl lying in bed reading a book about a heroine who’s lost her mind. It’s actually one of my favorite pastimes. Romance novels with cheesy plot lines and way too much sex. “Yes, I’m wet for you.”
“Good girl,” he growls, sliding his hand against the outside of the fabric. “You’re not wet, baby girl… you’re soaked. You’re a sopping little mess for me, aren’t you?”
My heart is going to beat straight out of my chest.
I nod slowly, nervously, shyly as I exhale and try to gather some sense of composure, though as he kneads his thick palm against my crease, it’s clear that I’m a lost cause. This is happening. There’s no way I’m leaving this room with my virginity.
“You like that, don’t you? The pressure makes my baby squirm. Tell Daddy what to do next.”
Oh my God!
My eyes squeeze shut as he massages my soaking pussy, my nipples hard and beaded against his chest. Cleary, I want this man to do all kinds of things to me. My body is screaming for it, but I can’t tell him that. I’m too shy.
Heck, I barely like ordering for myself at the drive-thru window and usually opt for mobile orders instead. How am I supposed to tell this big, gorgeous man that I’d like him inside of me?
“Come on now.” He grips my chin with his free hand and brushes his lips against mine. “Why don’t you give Daddy a little kiss first? It’ll calm you down.”
I’m not sure that’s true, but I go with the flow and close my eyes as his heavy palm grinds against my throbbing pussy and his mouth touches mine.
The scent of him surrounds me, pine and something else woody that I can’t define.
It’s masculine and strong like he has everything under control, like he can see what’s coming next and he’s already got it handled.
His beard scratches against my cheeks as he sucks my top lip, then the bottom, his tongue reaching for mine as his hand wanders toward the back of my bodysuit, loosening every string until I’m breathing freely again.
I knew it was tight, but I didn’t realize it was that tight.
He kisses his way down my neck, pushing the fabric to the floor, leaving me bare chested with only the crinoline skirt in place.
“Fuck,” he growls low, stepping back for a moment to admire me. “Look how pretty Daddy’s baby girl is.”
I can’t remember the last time anyone called me pretty like that.
I mean, sure I’d ask Nathan if he thought I was pretty and he’d say ‘of course.’ Sometimes, after a fight, he’d tell me I looked nice to keep the peace, but I’ve never in my life had a man admire me like this.
It’s more than what he’s saying. It’s how he’s saying it, the way he looks at me, the meter in his breath.
I remind myself not to overthink everything, but my body reacts despite the warning. Prickling warmth spreads along my shoulders, and I straighten without thinking, suddenly hyper-aware of the cold air brushing across my nipples.
A gush of warm, wetness seeps into my panties and I’m thankful they’re covered.
I don’t need him to know how much I love his validation.
I don’t need him to see that my body reacts to his so dramatically.
I don’t need them because this isn’t real.
This is a moment in time. A primal reaction to the wild day I’ve had.
That’s all this is.
He moves in, his big hands roaming just beside my breasts, his eyes meeting mine for approval before he leans in slowly and suckles each nipple with a popping sound and a scrape of his teeth.
“Jesus Christ, baby.” He grabs his own cock and strokes it through the denim. “You’re going to have Daddy coming in his fucking jeans if you don’t tell me what you want.”
My mouth drops open and I stagger in a breath as I grind forward and reach for his girth. “Touch me.”
“Use your words, baby girl. Touch you where?”
“Your fingers,” I mutter, my mouth dry. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
A slow grin develops on his face as he lands his heavy hand back against my mound. “Good girl. Daddy would love to touch his little princess. Can you open your thighs for me?”
I spread my legs slowly, my heart slamming against my chest as he slips my soaking panties to the side and slides his fingers inside of my sopping, slippery hole.
I’m not sure what I thought this would feel like, but it’s full and warm, and I love how much control he has with his touch. My mouth drops open and my hips instinctively grind forward for more.
“You’re my tight little baby, aren’t you?” His voice is low and hot against the lobe of my ear.
I nod and release a moan. “I’m a virgin.”
He growls deep and wet, his teeth scraping along my collarbone before he kisses his way toward my breasts again. “I know, princess. Daddy will be careful with you. Does this hurt?” He thrusts in further.
“A little,” I whine, “but mostly it feels good.”
“How good?” His words are low and short as he thrusts into me deeper. “Do you like it when Daddy touches this spot?”
He presses a spot I didn’t know was there, sending a bolt of lightning straight through me.
“Yes!” I pant, gripping his forearms tight as he scratches in a come-hither motion.
“Have you ever come before, princess?”
“I’ve tried,” I say, swallowing hard as he begins making circles around my throbbing clit with his thumb.
“You tried?” he groans, kissing my neck. “What happened?”
“It never worked.”
“Not even once?” His breath is shallow, like he likes the idea of me coming just for him.
“Not even once,” I repeat, grinding up against him as he touches every part of me. His fingers thrusting inside, filling me up. His thumb circling my slippery nub. His free hand pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts as he groans low, hot heat across my neck and the lobe of my ear.
I swallow hard and hold his strong, corded arms tighter as pressure builds in my stomach.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I want to come,” I moan, my juices dripping down as he twists his fingers upward, pressing harder against the spot that feels like a decadent hot fudge sundae with two cherries on top. No, three cherries. Hell, a jar of cherries!
“You want to come… who?” He lifts his head slightly, holding his gaze with mine, dark and steady.
“Who?” I rock into his touch, my thighs aching and desperate for relief.
“If you want to come,” he exhales the words and slows his touch on my magic spot, “I need to hear you call me Daddy.”
Oh damn!
My clit throbs against his thumb. For some reason, in this moment, I want to call this man daddy. Without more thought, I say the word he’s been waiting for. “Make me come… Daddy. Make me come hard.”
“Say it again,” he growls, his fingers slowly pumping, his thumb rotating. “Tell me what you want Daddy to do.”
“Make me come, Daddy! Please… Daddy!” I grind up against his hand as his forearm tightens, rocking uncontrollably as pressure builds. My core goes tight, my thighs ache, and suddenly, without warning, I’m sopping wet, riding out a wave of blinding ecstasy on Daddy’s big, rough hand.
My body shivers and convulses as I moan and sigh, completely losing control of every muscle in my body.
“Good fucking girl.” His tone drops hard as his teeth sink into my shoulder and whispers, “Now touch Daddy’s dick before he fucks you hard.”
He takes my hand and lands it against the long, pulsing length that’s grown down the inside of his leg. “You see what you do to me? You see how hard you make your daddy?”
I nod slowly, my fingertips brushing the hard length of his cock through the denim fabric, my pussy pulsing and twitching.
“Get on your—”
A dog barks, interrupting his sentence.
“Fuck!” he groans before leaning into the side window, peeking outside for a moment before cursing again.
“My buddies are here. They’ll let themselves in if I don’t go handle this.
” He kisses my forehead gently and sighs low before pulling his fingers from inside of me.
“Why don’t you get changed? Daddy’ll be right back for more. ”
I swallow hard as I stare at him, my body suddenly feeling empty and cold where he’d warmed me.
“Tell Daddy you liked it,” he groans, his gaze heavy on mine.
My clit pulses and a chill rushes through me. “I loved it.”
“Good girl.” He lifts his fingers to his tongue and licks them clean, a growl in his throat as he turns away and leaves the room.
I draw in a sharp breath and stare toward him, my heart pounding as I try to contemplate all that’s just happened and what happens when he comes back. Is he coming back to fuck me? To eat me out? Does he want me to suck his cock and drain his balls? Does he want to hear me beg?
Who knew a kidnapping would be so much fun?