Chapter 2 #2
She softened, becoming putty in my hands. She leaned back, the top of her head barely reaching my chest. She might seem tough and reckless, but I knew better. That was a product of her upbringing. Cheryl was tiny, soft, and desperate for someone to take care of her.
I ran my hands down her chest and cupped her perfect breasts. She moaned and arched her back. I plucked at her nipples, and her ass pressed back against me. I slid a hand down her slick seam, and she moaned a wanton, “Yes, please.”
I sank a finger into her tight anus, and she arched further back. Our height difference made it harder to reach her. I turned her around and picked her up. She weighed almost nothing, and I liked the leverage the position allowed.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I pressed her onto my cock.
Her walls took my length as I slid inside.
I gave her a moment to adjust to my size before sinking a finger back into her puckered hole.
“Yes, Daddy, oh yes,” Cheryl mewled. With my arm wrapped around her, we began a pace that had us both panting in seconds.
I wanted out of the slippery shower and somewhere solid where I could take her, hard. Leaving the bathroom, I stalked to her bedroom, still embedded inside her, and positioned her at the end of the bed, her knees on my shoulders.
I leaned down, taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth.
Cheryl gasped with pleasure and gripped my hair firmly in her hand.
She pressed my face down, and I scraped my five o’clock shadow across her sensitive nipples.
She writhed, begging for release. I picked up the pace, bucking my hips and rubbing the walls of her tunnel.
Cheryl bucked and writhed with me, her moans escalating as she chased her first orgasm. “Oh, my god. Oh,” she screeched, her juices gushing over my length. I pulled out and rolled her onto her knees. “Chest down, ass up, naughty girl.”
She groaned, pushing her glistening slit into the air. Her plump, swollen lips looked delectable, and I felt an intense desire to possess her.
I cracked my hand against her wet backside, knowing she would feel the sting more intensely on wet skin.
Cheryl squealed but wiggled her ass, wanting more.
I placed a matching print on her other cheek and watched as she reached between her legs and began playing with her clit.
She liked to be spanked. The woman was made for me.
I gently slapped her hand, and she pulled away.
“This juicy cunt is all mine, and so is this ass. Don’t touch either without permission.” Then I slapped her wet entrance, and Cheryl screamed as she came. Her responses were a dream come true.
I spanked her a dozen more times and then sank deep inside.
Her walls convulsed as Cheryl tipped over the edge, writhing and squeezing my cock with such intensity I was afraid she’d bruise it.
She was small but strong, caught up in an endless orgasm, and her continued milking was sending me over the edge faster than I would have liked.
I pulled out, grabbing my cock, and pumped my seed all over her back. With my free hand, I spanked her clit several times, bringing her to an explosive climax along with me. Completely spent, she fell forward on the bed.
I went to the bathroom, retrieved my clothing, and got dressed, then returned with a washcloth to clean her up. She sighed contentedly while I marveled at how well-matched we were.
“Gabriel, that was perfect.”
“Are we in public?”
“No.”
“Then what do you call me?”
“Daddy.”
She mewled with pleasure, arching her back as if my words were an aphrodisiac. How delightful she was. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. The woman was insatiable. I began to stroke her clit with one finger while gently fucking her with another.
“Yes, Daddy, please, don’t stop. This feels so good.” As tempting as starting again sounded, I had responsibilities, and safety was my primary concern.
“Later, little girl, I will give you everything you desire, but right now, we need to talk.” I pulled out of her, and she pouted, squeaking her annoyance. “If you give me a hard time, I will spank that rump until it’s scarlet, and you’re begging me to stop. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “Daddy.”
I sat up and pulled her onto my lap. “I see you need a demonstration.” Cheryl was tiny enough that I could turn her body to face the head of the bed, with her slim legs dangling on either side of my thigh, her toes barely scraping the carpet.
Across from us were her mirrored closet doors.
This may have been a punishment for her, but for me, it was a treat to have a front-row seat.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight so she couldn’t squirm away. I brought my other hand down, and Cheryl screeched in protest. I continued to spank her ass until it turned from a lovely shade of pink to a dusty rose. I wasn’t done yet, because she was still fighting me.
Her slick entrance was weeping. The pleasure/pain threshold aroused her.
I stood and placed my foot on the bed. She hung by her hips over my thigh, her feet and hands far from the floor, leaving her no choice but to endure my discipline. I began spanking her in earnest, and without the ability to squirm or protect herself, she soon begged for forgiveness.
“Please, Daddy, please, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Now, now, little brat, don’t make promises you can’t keep. I don’t want your apology; I want your surrender, and I’m not stopping until I get it.” I increased the tempo, giving her no time to catch her breath.
When Cheryl stopped flailing and hung limply over my thigh, her tears staining the floor, I knew she had learned her lesson, for now.
I stopped, lifting her off my leg and holding her close, offering comfort.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and cried into my shirt.
I sat and gently massaged her burning cheeks.
Once she calmed down, I grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her. “Come on, let’s go to the living room; we have things to discuss.” She followed me obediently and drank the glass of water I handed her before sitting. She shifted to ease the sting, but I shook my head.
“You need to feel my displeasure, naughty girl, and know what will happen if you ever defy me.” She didn’t resist and sat firmly on her backside. “First, do you know who those men were?”
“No, Daddy. I have never seen them before.”
My phone pinged with a message from my head cleaner, Bryce. The job is done. Identities revealed—private security for the father. I quickly typed back that I would let him know when the package was securely hidden.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
She nodded. “Uh, Daddy, could I have more of that tea you gave me earlier, please?” I quickly made her tea, a little less whiskey this time, and sat patiently, waiting for her to begin. “I was headed to my last class but received a text from Jacki as I was walking.”
“Jacki? The redhead?” She looked at me quizzically, probably wondering how I knew, but continued her story.
“Yes, she texted that something came up and asked me to meet her at my place. As I passed the last building, I received another text telling me to take the shortcut because a guy was following her, and she was terrified. Jacki had mentioned to Maddie and me that she had a stalker, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her, so I sped up and took the shortcut.
As soon as I entered the woods, I knew I’d made a mistake; someone else was there.
I called out Jacki’s name, but no one answered, and before I could take another step, those two men you saw grabbed me. Did you kill them?”
I needed to keep her focused and chose not to answered. “Cheryl, think. Did they say anything to you?”
She took a sip of tea, looking thoughtful. “They talked as if they knew me and said I was a worthy prize, but I have no idea what they meant.”
It was as I feared. Cheryl’s daddy dearest was making his move sooner than expected. I wondered what provoked it and if he’d found out about me. Maybe his wife’s encrypted network had been compromised?
“I will explain everything later when you’re safe, but right now, you are a sitting duck, and I’m only one man. Pack a bag and let’s get out of here. I also need your phone and laptop while you’re packing.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Cheryl stood and moved into the second bedroom, which I assumed was her office, and returned with her laptop and phone.
“Thank you. Now pack enough for a week.” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t question my instructions. I dismantled her phone, removed the chip, broke it into pieces, and flushed it.
I grabbed her laptop and deleted all apps not directly related to her school courses. With the computer clean, I installed a secure internet connection and a series of encrypted servers, so it would appear she was in Australia when and if she used it.
I canceled her credit cards and home security, then set up a system only my team and Cheryl could access.
I quickly texted Bryce to monitor Jacki, as she might be in danger.
Just as I finished, Cheryl came out of the bedroom looking ravishing in a minidress and heels.
We needed to discuss her public attire, but now wasn’t the time.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Should I take anything else? I feel naked without my electronics.”
“You can take your laptop; it’s safe. I have a burner phone waiting for you. We’ll discuss how to use these devices when we arrive. But Cheryl, keep this hidden, and once you’ve memorized it, burn it.”
“What is it?”
“Here’s the new code to your apartment. If anything goes wrong, I expect you to come here as a last resort. Only my team, you, and I will have this code.”
Cheryl took the paper, studied it, and handed it back. “Okay, Daddy, it’s memorized.” She surprised me with how quickly she absorbed information.
“You sure, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered.
I went to the kitchen and burned the note in the sink. Once it was nothing but ash, we left the apartment. Bryce had my INKAS Mercedes G63 AMG out front. It wasn’t the most expensive tank on wheels, but its bulletproof glass, armored skin, and grenade-proof floor gave me extra protection.
Two of my guys stood casually by, doing an excellent job of not looking like ex-military. “Cheryl, see that man over there?” I pointed to a jogger.
“You mean the one in running shorts?”
“That’s right, baby. He’s one of mine. And that guy?”
“In the car with the real estate sign? Yes, I see him.”
“He’s also one of mine. Because your street is on one side of the park, circling the perimeter is tough.
If you ever have to come back alone, circle several times.
If you don’t see my men, look for others doing similar things, trying to blend in.
It will help you see if your place is being watched.
Don’t ever park if you see activity; keep circling or leave.
” Cheryl looked surprised, but nodded. She was quiet on the ride to my apartment.
I reached across and gripped her knee. “Everything okay, little girl?” She offered a wan smile.
“I just don't understand, who the hell would want to kidnap me?”
We pulled into the secure underground parking. “Hold that thought. I’ll explain everything soon.”