And one day has finally arrived. Little does she know I would have served every day but one of my life in prison, if that single day I wasn’t locked up I could spend it with her.
All that from one initial glance, and not that I ever doubted those thoughts that overpowered me, but seeing her now just reaffirms them…solidifies everything I already knew.
She’s my princess and once this week is over she’s going to see that she’s meant to be my queen.
I lean in closer, the tip of my nose brushing against her golden locks as I inhale hard. This is what freedom smells like. This is what perfection smells like, her. I can’t stop myself from groaning as I inhale for a full six-count before my hand rises and I can’t stop myself. I fist a section of her flowing locks, and bring it to my face, inhaling even deeper and I feel a small squirt of seed leave my cock.
My heart is hammering in my chest as the front of my body presses into her, my need firmly telegraphed by the bulge in my pants pressing right up against her ass.
Turning back to face me her fingers find my chest, sliding across the taut fabric that’s threatening to tear from the expansion of air in my lungs.
“I planned on sitting at home today watching a Disney movie, but right now I feel like I’m in one.”
“You’re definitely beauty then, and I’m the beast.”
“You’re not the beast, you’re something…else.”
“What?”
She pauses, her eyes looking me up and down before coming to rest back on mine. “You’re not a beast, you’re just misunderstood.”
“I don’t know anything about Beauty and the Beast, but I can guess that being misunderstood is the premise of the beast’s troubles.”
“Maybe I’m misunderstood too. Maybe there are things I’ve been thinking, things I’ve been wanting, that I didn’t really know how to understand, how to express, until now.”
“What things?” I ask, my head slowly drifting down as my lips move dangerously close to hers.
“I think you know exactly what kind of things…Daddy.”
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Emma
His body jerks back like the recoil of a cannon, and all just because of that one word. A word that’s been in my mind, in the Kindle books I read, yet never actually said in my real life.
Until now.
“We need to get going before sunset,” he says, shaking his head from side to side as if to snap himself out of a dream. And he’s not the only one dreaming. This is the dream I never knew I had until I lived it, but still, this whole thing is crazy. I’ve been kidnapped for Pete’s sake. My dad owes this man a large sum of money, or at least it seems like it’s a large sum, and unless he comes up with it in a week then…well…I’m not exactly sure what.
Just like I’m not exactly sure what to make of all of this.
I could cry out to someone on the dock but that would just put my dad’s life in danger. But am I really going to go out on the water with my captor? Isn’t there some rule about international waters after you’re a certain distance away from land? If someone slices you up and dumps you in international waters do all the governing bodies just ignore you since you don’t fall within their jurisdictions?
“I’m going to pull the anchor and fire up her engines,” he says, dismissing himself before things get too heated, not that I don’t want that.
I move across the deck of the boat where I see a harpoon and some other spearfishing type of equipment. They could most certainly
serve as convenient murder weapons should my dad not pay up.
“Is anyone else coming with us?” I ask, throwing a last-minute Hail Mary.
“What do you think?” comes back, although I can’t see where he’s at or what he’s doing. The water really does cause your voice to carry and I know a scream would work great, but not out to sea.
“I think I drank too much water.”
“Wait until we get out of the harbor then you can use the head.”
“The what?”