Chapter 25
VANESSA
I’m a torrent of emotions as Daddy grips my hips and flips me onto my back with such ease it steals the breath from my lungs. Staring up at him, in all his ripped, lumberjack glory, I can’t find the words to express even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.
Luckily, I don’t need to speak. I only need to lie here, while he gives me the naughty-girl fucking I deserve.
“My sweet little fox.” A smile curves his lips as he traces patterns over the insides of my thighs, teasing little touches that seem to shoot straight to my clit.
“Such a righteous little heart you have. You wanted so badly to save your friends, to keep them safe. But you didn’t do either of those things, did you? ”
Tears well in my eyes as the guilty weight in my chest that’s been there since last night grows heavier. “No, Daddy.”
“No, you didn’t. You led the charge into something you knew was naughty instead of telling your friends the truth. And they all got their bottoms paddled because of it. Didn’t they, little fox?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice thick with the tears trickling down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean to get them in trouble.”
“I know, baby. You love them, don’t you?”
I really fucking do. During my time here, I’ve come to love all of them, so fucking much. What am I going to do if I manage to escape but I can’t bring them with me?
Unable to speak past the grief, I nod, and I’m rewarded with an approving smile. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to make it all better.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I brace for the intrusion to come. But to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately push inside me the way he normally does. The bed shifts, and when I pry one eye open, I see him pulling a bottle of clear liquid from the bedside stand.
I watch as he pops open the lid and pours a healthy amount of what looks like oil into his palm before using that hand to stroke his already hard cock.
“It’s lubricant,” he explains, and I look up to find him watching me with that smile still playing on his lips. “As a reward for telling Daddy you need your pretty bottom fucked so you can let go of all those yucky feelings inside.”
“Oh.” That shouldn’t be romantic. I know enough about anal from the books I read to know that he should have been using lube this entire time. That it shouldn’t be something I have to earn.
And yet, my heart beats painfully at my ribcage as I watch him coat his thick cock until it glistens in the sunlight pouring through his bedroom window.
There really is something very wrong with me.
But I’m not sure I care.
Once his cock is nice and slick, he guides it to my bottom hole, the thick head gently prodding at my entrance. Dragging in a deep breath, I force myself to relax for him as he pushes forward.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, rocking gently against me. “You know how to take me, don’t you, little fox? Such a good little baby you are.”
His words feel like praise and denigration at the same time, and both somehow make me wetter, needier as he works his cock into my aching bottom hole.
When a whine slips free, he shushes me again as he brings his thumb to my clit and massages the swollen little nub.
Pleasure rockets through me and I arch up, taking him deeper, savoring the burning pain that comes with being impaled on his thick length.
“Fuck, Nessie,” he groans, and my heart leaps at the use of my nickname. He’s only ever called me Vanessa before now, and for reasons I can’t explain it thrills me to hear him use the name my friends bestowed upon me. As if I really am a part of his family and no longer simply his captive.
More fucked-up feelings I’m not quite ready to examine too closely.
“Daddy, please. Fuck me. Harder, please, Daddy.”
His laugh is strained, another little thing that pleases me, though I’m not sure why. “You’re killing me, baby. I’m trying to be gentle with you.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
My words seem to snap something inside him. Gripping both my knees, he shoves them toward my chest at the same time he drives into my bottom. Electric jolts of pain shoot through me, dragging a shocked cry from my chest even as I arch up to meet his thrusts.
As much as logical me appreciates him using the lube and taking his time, there is another side of me at work. A feral, primal side that doesn’t want pretty words and gentle touches. That side of me wants to be claimed, to be fucked into a sobbing, pathetic mess of a Little girl.
And Daddy is going to give that part of me exactly what she wants.
Letting my head fall back against the pillow, I surrender to him.
To the pain and the pleasure as Daddy fucks my poor, sore bottom with violent thrusts that threaten to tear me open.
I let go of all the worry, all the guilt, all the anxious planning I’ve held so tightly to since I first boarded that plane to Colorado.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Daddy growls, his voice low and gravelly. “Make yourself come while you’ve got this pretty bottom stuffed full of Daddy’s cock.”
Even if I’d wanted to disobey, my body seems to have a mind of its own. Before I even register the decision to do so, my hand moves down to my pussy, and I gasp at the touch of my own fingers to my aching clit.
“That’s it, little one. Show Daddy what a good job you can do, making yourself come.”
His words spur me on and my movements turn frantic as I desperately work my clit, driving myself closer and closer to that cliff’s edge.
Just when I’m teetering there, Daddy drives into me with such force the pain rips through me, shoving me straight off that cliff. Someone screams, the sound both agony and ecstasy, but I can barely hear it over the pounding of my own heartbeat.
“Fuck!” With one final thrust, Daddy holds still, emptying himself into my bottom, filling up that most secret place. Collapsing beside me, he pulls me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my hair as I struggle for breath.
“There we go,” he murmurs, breathless, his voice muffled by my hair. “No more of those yucky, guilty feelings. Yeah?”
My lips curl against his chest and when I sigh, I realize I can breathe easily for what feels like the first time in months.
“No, Daddy. No more yucky feelings.”
Dane
My babygirl is in the living room, playing a board game with her cousins while her uncles watch over them. It is the perfect scene of familial bliss, something my siblings and I have wanted for longer than I can account for.
And yet, something just feels… off.
Restless, I make my way down to Colt’s office and enter without knocking. My brother watches with a raised brow as I drop into one of his plush visitor’s chairs.
“Something on your mind?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” Annoyed with myself, I blow out a breath and rake my fingers through my hair. “Everything is great. Nessie hasn’t tried to run in days, and this morning we had… I don’t even know what we had. It was almost sweet, whatever it was.”
Grinning, Colt leans back in his chair. “And you don’t do sweet.”
His words dig under my skin like mites. “I can be sweet.”
“Didn’t say you can’t. I said you don’t do sweet. It's never been your style. You’ve always liked things a bit… rougher than the rest of us.”
He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t ease the gnawing anxiety in my stomach. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying rough sex.”
“No, there’s not.” Tilting his head to the side, he studies me with that unnerving way he has. “Does Nessie not like it rough?”
“She does. Maybe too much. I was trying to be gentle with her this morning to reward her for being so honest about last night, but she just begged me to fuck her harder.”
“So… what’s the problem?”
“If I knew, do you think I’d be in here talking to you?”
“Fair enough,” he agrees with a shrug. His expression turns thoughtful as he turns from one side to another in his office chair. “Do you think maybe you miss the chase?”
“Of course not. I want Nessie to stay.” But even as I say the words, I know he’s right. Not that I want my babygirl to leave, but it’s been over a week since I had a chance to chase her through the woods and the need for it is like an itch under my skin.
“But…” Colt prompts, and I roll my eyes.
“But, maybe I do miss the chase.”
“So set one up for her. You know she loves those slasher films, though god knows why. Go into town, buy yourself a mask, and let her loose in the woods.”
Colt is right. Nessie does love the kind of movies that feature some pretty girl running for her life from a masked serial killer. And the last time I fucked her in the woods after chasing her down, she was the wettest she’s ever been.
Pushing to my feet, I flash my brother a grin. “Looks like I’ve got some errands to run.”