Chapter 6
An unwavering pillar that doesn’t bend when the wind blows.
Gabriel
We met Bryce a mile out of town. He placed my weapons and our luggage in the back. “Only you know where we’re headed, Bryce. If anything newsworthy comes up, use the walkie.”
“I will. Does Langden know I’m taking over for him?”
“He does. I spoke with him at the hospital. It was pretty nasty, and he’ll be staying home for a while to take care of Maddie.”
Bryce chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day Langden Ross fell in love.”
“Me neither.” My eyes drifted to the passenger seat and my quiet passenger. “We should get going so we can set up before dark.”
“Be safe, Gabe. Her father is furious about her disappearance and will no doubt be combing the countryside for her.”
“I know. These next few days are critical. Hopefully, making Senator Johnson desperate will drive him to make a stupid decision, so we can lock the psycho up.”
“He’s the worst kind of dirtbag, for sure.
Call if you need anything.” With that, Bryce left, and I slid into the driver’s seat.
Cheryl had been unusually quiet, and I worried about her state of mind, unsure if it stemmed from the break-in or seeing her friend.
Or maybe like me, she felt vulnerable being out in the open like this; the sooner we were hidden, the better.
The sun was setting when we arrived at our destination.
I left Cheryl sleeping in the car while I opened the cabin, a place no one knew about, off the grid and hidden deep in the woods.
If I were the imaginative type, I’d say it was the perfect setting for a horror novel.
Luckily, I wasn’t prone to fear of crazies in masks, more like crazies with uzi’s.
I didn’t believe in imaginary monsters, only the real ones, like Cheryl’s father, Senator Johnson.
Intrusive visual flashes of tortured women haunted me.
I shook my head to clear out the unwanted images.
Several trips were required to gather enough wood for the night and prepare the oil lamps.
After closing all the blackout blinds, and bringing in our luggage, I started the fire.
Back outside I went to carry Cheryl inside, hoping she didn’t freak when she took in our rustic hiding spot.
She woke as I sat her down on the couch in front of the roaring fire. I bolted the door, and finally was able to breathe. Being here always made me feel more in control. There wasn’t much here but us and the raccoons.
“Relax while I make dinner. Would you like a glass of wine?”
She offered the first smile since she found her new boots in the storage locker. “Yes, please, that sounds wonderful. Do you have any pinot?” Such a princess.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I opened the boxed wine that Bryce had added to my supplies and filled the ceramic mug. “Here you go, princess, one mug of Yellow Rock Canyon pinot noir.”
She took a sip and grimaced, then took a few more and must have decided it was palatable enough.
I laughed. She was such a naughty princess—just what I didn’t want.
But that wasn’t really Cheryl. She was a young woman wanting a father figure, and I’d volunteered.
If her physical responses to me were any indication, then she’d chosen me right back.
I got busy in the kitchen, and when dinner was almost ready, I asked Cheryl to set the table.
She did so with a relaxed air I hadn’t seen at my penthouse.
“How are you feeling? You seem relaxed, and we’ve only been here an hour.
” Of course, it was a joke, so she just batted her eyes as she sat down.
I placed a meager serving of spaghetti and meatballs in front of her, with a side salad and a basket of garlic bread in the center of the table.
“These smell delicious, but this is way more carbs than I generally eat.”
I sat down with a full plate, aware of Cheryl’s diet, but I rationalized that she hadn’t eaten yet and needed the carbs and nutrients.
I glanced at her, and she picked up her fork and began eating, making sounds similar to those she made during sex.
I was thankful my hard-on was hidden under the table.
“Mmm, Daddy,” she said, spearing a meatball and licking it. “Your meat tastes so good.” Really? She was going to play games when she still had a punishment coming? Okay, I’d play along.
“I’m so glad you feel that way about my meat, naughty brat, because after it’s in your mouth, it’s going in your ass.” As expected, she choked. Her wide eyes told me she was ignorant about anal sex, and I would be her first.
“You are, uh, pretty big. Do you think it will fit?”
I laughed. “With training, anything can fit, but you will be begging for it once your punishment is over.”
“Punishment?”
“I accept responsibility for last night, but we both know you left the elevator unlocked on purpose. I will ensure you never disobey a direct order again. Is that clear?” Cheryl gulped, her slight tremor betraying her anxiety.
Still, her eyes blew wide. She wanted to know what being punished by me meant, and I wouldn’t disappoint her.
With dinner done and the dishes washed, it was time. “Cheryl, do you see that corner? Undress, stand in it, interlace your fingers behind your head, and press your nose into the corner. When I am ready, I will call you, and you will come to me. Understood?”
She nodded and stood.
“Words.”
“Yes, sir,” she sang, sashaying across the room, her sexy ass swinging. I shook my head at her audacity, stoked the fire, and grabbed the ginger. I peeled it and shaped it into a handled plug.
I placed it and my belt on the coffee table, along with a bowl of coconut oil. I sat on the couch and looked at the naughty brat, admiring her ass. It really was the nicest I’d ever seen. “I’m ready. Keep your hands on your head and walk to me.”
Cheryl turned around, noted the items on the table, and audibly gulped. It was time to be the daddy and show this naughty brat what she wouldn’t get away with. I curled my finger at her, and she walked the few feet separating us.
“You can remove your hands now and place yourself over my lap.” She obeyed.
“Now slide your hands under my thigh.” To obey, she had to move forward and perch over one thigh instead of being centered.
I placed one of my legs over both of hers, locking her in place.
Once she was secured, I began to rub her back and ass.
“Tell me what you did wrong.” She squeezed her breasts, no doubt trying to control her arousal. I smacked my hand hard against her cheeks, the sound echoing in the small cabin.
“I didn’t lock the elevator like I promised.”
“That’s right.” I punctuated my words with several hard spanks, eliciting squeals as she tried to reach back, but I had trapped her hands beneath my thigh, preventing her from freeing them.
“So now you need to be punished, don’t you, brat?”
She moaned as I delivered finger-imprinting smacks to her backside. “Answer me,” I demanded, aiming my spanks at the tops of her thighs, wanting her to feel the heat in her core, a heat that would quickly penetrate to her core. The spanking was merely a prelude to naughtier punishments.
Cheryl squirmed, but she was stuck. Finally, when her skin turned dark pink, I stopped spanking and ran a finger along her seam. She was soaking wet; taking her would be easy.
I scooped her wetness with my finger and rubbed it on her puckered hole.
Then, I took the ginger root and slowly inserted it until only the handle-like part was visible.
Cheryl took it well. Using the same fingers, I played with her clit, rubbing the juice all over it.
Within seconds, she was panting, a sheen of sweat on her back.
“Oh, my, oh, what is that? Oh my god, Gabriel, it’s burning, it’s burning so bad.”
I struggled to suppress my laughter. “This is just the beginning. Now, go stand in the corner with your ginger root and put your nose against the wall.”
I lifted Cheryl off my lap, but she remained bent over. “I can’t, Daddy, it burns so bad.”
“So you can’t walk to the corner because your ass is burning?”
“Yes. Please, I beg for mercy.”
I turned her around, so she was bent over the end of the couch. “That’s fine, stay there.”
I picked up the belt, and before she knew it, leather swooshed through the air, landing on her backside with a loud snap. Cheryl yelped and immediately stood up straight. “I guess you can make it to the corner now, brat?”
“Yes, Sir.” She hobbled to the corner, her red, swollen ass and weeping cunt submissively displayed. It was all I could do to resist taking her too soon.
Cheryl kept hopping from foot to foot, undoubtedly trying to cool the burning sensation. “Over the couch. Now!” She hobbled back and lay across the couch. “You get twenty with my belt, naughty brat, then my cock will scratch your itch. If you move, you get five more. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, darlin’?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I aimed the first stroke at the juncture between her thighs and ass. Cheryl howled but remained still. I worked my way up with the following two strokes, and she screeched with each one. Thank God we were tucked away in the forest, considering the noise she was making.
The belt whipped over her swollen flesh, sending a wave of heat through her core.
To my surprise, Cheryl moaned loudly, parting her legs.
I reached forward and tapped her plump, pink lips, and she gushed.
Again, I was impressed with how readily she responded.
I landed the remainder of her twenty strokes, focusing the swings on the lower half of her cheeks to increase the heat.
When I was done, I dropped the belt and ran my finger along her swollen slick entrance, up to her tight back hole.
Cheryl’s entire body blossomed in a sheen.
My dick was painfully hard and I groaned inwardly at how sexy her cherry red ass was.
I rubbed her clit with the ginger root and then tugged it out, replacing the emptiness inside her with my finger.
She was hot, very hot. I knew she would melt the coconut oil, and I smeared a large dollop into her welcoming heat. Her little puckered hole flexed at the new sensation, and my middle finger quickly followed the melting coconut oil.
Cheryl moaned and arched her back. “Oh, it feels so good, Daddy, so very good.” She had lost all restraint and relaxed as I massaged her inner walls, preparing her to take my cock. When she was ready, I pressed the head just inside and felt her squeeze.
I spanked her pussy, and she gasped and unclenched immediately. “Listen, the more you squeeze and fight, the harder it will be. Now be a good girl and relax.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted.
I slid my big head past her tight ring of muscle and stayed still, giving her time to acclimatize to my size. “It’s too big... I can’t.”
That was her fear speaking, but her body told another story. I reached around and tweaked one of her pebbled nipples while using my thumb to play with her clit. She pushed back, and my cock slid further inside.
She screamed, then grunted with the pressure.
I gently tapped her clit and pressed a ginger-slicked finger deep inside, hitting her G-spot, and that was all it took.
Both tunnels were hot from the ginger, one from the root itself and the other from my fingers.
Now she needed friction to ease the burning.
I brought her to orgasm as she pushed back, fully seating me. She moaned in a low, guttural way. I fucked her tight, hot ass and played with her wet pussy, bringing her over the edge repeatedly.
Cheryl was a mess, and after a few minutes of exquisite torture, all I had to do was pinch her nipples, and she came all over my fingers.
“You’re such a good girl. That’s it, baby, take Daddy’s cock.
” Spurred on by my words, she rode me with her gorgeous red ass, having multiple orgasms. I vaguely thought I needed to think of new punishments because she enjoyed this way too much.
When I was ready, I took over. The pace of the last dozen strokes was hard and fast. As I filled her ass with my seed, one word dominated my thoughts... mine.