8
Skye
Another week passes without news about my father. Jared refuses to let me have my phone back.
We row about it. He fucks me till I can barely walk.
And I…let him get away with that.
Why?
Because for the first time in my life I’m…happy. It’s weird and it’s wrong by all conventional standards but I’ve never felt like this. And Stockholm syndrome or not, I don’t want to it change. Not for a while, at least.
Jared gives me free rein of all five penthouse spaces, including his offices. But I find myself returning to the Balinese retreat.
The space calms and rejuvenates my soul. And that’s where he finds me on Friday afternoon, exactly two weeks after he had me captured and brought to him.
I was hot and sweaty after my class with Mrs. Olsteen and took a swim to cool off.
My hair and body are damp, but I’ve slipped my tutu back on because Jared loses his mind when he sees me in it. I’m using the massage table to complete my post-class stretches when he walks in.
His breath hisses out when he sees me. “Full split on the table, little girl. Now,” he growls.
My pussy is ready and throbbing even before I hop on and splay my legs wide open.
The hem of my tutu covers my ass and between my legs and he makes an impatient sound as he yanks it up to display my globes. Then he groans deep and long.
Cool air rushes between my thighs and I shiver, my nipples puckering into tight nubs.
“Jesus Christ. You were made for fucking, weren’t you?” His hips roll forward and I feel his hard length against my ass. “Every delicious inch of you.Mine.”
I hear the clack of his belt loosening and I whimper. Hunger rakes through me and I want to cry with how much I need him.
“Do you need your Daddy, angel? Have you been aching for me since I owned that wet beauty this morning?”
My head bobs in a nod, and my eyes greedily eat him up as he undresses.
Then he’s there, one hand fisting in my hair and dragging my head up to plant a wet, desperate kiss on my lips. Our tongues slither and duel as he passes the tip of his cock through my slick folds.
“I came down here to meet with Noelle to finalize what to do with this place. Instead I find my beautiful princess, thirsting for Daddy’s cock,” he mutters hot and heavy in my ear. “Did you wish for me when you were in that water?”
“Yes,” I whine.
“And now that Daddy’s here? What’s he going to do?”
“H-he’s going to take care of his little girl.”
“Yes, he is. And he always will. Stay in position, angel. Don’t move.” His hands come down on top of my thighs to hold me still and he surges hard inside me. I scream, feeling every inch of him as he strokes deep inside me.
My toes point from the pleasure of it. Every nerve ending screeches in delight.
He fucks me like the animal he is. I’m delirious and screaming for more when he slows. My needy whimpers fill the room before he growls.
“We have a visitor, princess.”
I blink for several seconds before his words penetrate my fog of bliss. I twist my head to see Noelle standing in the doorway.
I vaguely recall Jared saying he was supposed to meet with her.