DADDY, MY DEFENDER

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Daddy, My Defender

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

About the Author

DADDY, MY DEFENDER

Let Daddy take control.

Someone wants Ashlynn Wright dead and I’m getting paid to do it. Everything was fine and going according to plan until I actually acquired the target.

Now I’m keeping a secret in my basement.

A pretty dangerous secret.

A secret to die for…

This is a dark daddy romance with lots of wildly over the top action and a HEA.

1

ZACHARY

I know why people shell out crazy amounts of money to purchase my services. I’m clean, quick and don’t leave any witnesses. You want the job done? You have to hire me.

Only my eyes are visible under the scarf and the large hood as I squint through the night vision scope.

At this point I don’t even remember how I managed to get into this business. A friend of a friend knew about an opportunity to make some quick cash and a mere twenty years later I’m the best of the best. Clean, quick and no witnesses. Maybe I should have that printed on business cards.

My target is some rich asshole lawyer that pissed off the wrong guy. Luckily for me the lawyer is a man of routine. I’ve been following him for the past six weeks and he never differs from his schedule.

The street in front of the brothel is empty. I just need to wait till the lawyer shows up to spend his two hours with Candy like he does every Wednesday night.

One more kill. One more mark on my already dark soul. It doesn’t make any difference. Not anymore. All those faces blur together into one fuzzy memory I can’t quite grasp. In the beginning there were nightmares. They stopped six years ago and since then I haven’t felt anything at all. Nowadays everything is kind of muted like soft background noise.

I like the security of money in my bank account and I get off on power. Since I got the money stashed away and get to kill people on a regular basis–what more do I need?

My eyes scan the area to make sure no one sees me. Not many people like to walk around in this type of neighborhood at night, which happens to be a convenience for me.

I get into position and focus on the door, squinting through the scope. My heartbeat isn’t even elevated because I’m numb all the time.

A taxi stops right in front of the door and the lawyer gets out. The way the taxi accelerates makes me think that the rich ass lawyer didn’t even leave a nice tip. Asshole.

He turns around facing the door and I pull the trigger. One shot. Clean. No witnesses.

As I get up I find myself whistling a tune. I recognize the catchy song from the radio that was playing in the supermarket, which reminds me of the nice juicy steak that’s waiting in my fridge at home.

But first I have to check in with my boss. I dial his number and wait for him to pick up as I make my way downstairs to my parked car.

"Good news?"

More than twenty years and that fucker still asks the same question every single time.

"Yes. It’s done."

"Very well. I will send you the details of your next assignment." Noah sounds content. More assignments mean more money.

"We agreed that I can take some time off."

"This one is different. Believe me. See it as a gift from me to you for your good services."

I snort back laughter. "A gift? From you? What is it? A bottle of poison?"

"You don’t ever make fun of your boss. Did no one tell you that? It’s a gift. They wanted Ace for the job because it’s a girl and you know how he enjoys raping them."

My blood goes cold and I no longer smile. "I don’t kill women."

He sighs. "I know, okay? I fucking know. That’s why it’s a gift."

"I don’t want it."

"You don’t want a pretty toy you get to keep and train and fuck or whatever it is you sickos do? You really want me to assign her to Ace?"

"What’s in it for you?"

"Keeping my best man happy isn’t enough for you? You have been tense lately and I know you need your women a bit more on the bratty side with less than the usual consent involved. So just to make sure that you come back after your so-called break, I am offering you the girl. She’s as good as dead anyways. No one needs to know if she lives a little while longer in your lair until she offers no more entertainment for you. It will be your secret."

"My lair? Really?"

"You want a pet or not?"

"Maybe. Send me the file."

I hang up and sure enough there is the promised email with the case number 1417.

Name—Ashlynn Wright

Age—26

Address—83 St. Andrews Lane

Rape—yes

Torture—yes

Then I see the picture and make my decision. It’s her eyes. Those fucking beautiful eyes.

2

ASHLYNN

I take a step back. A shiver runs down my back. It has to be a mistake. This can’t be right. Clearly I made a mistake.

I turn around taking another look at the papers that are scattered all over the wall, the dinner table and the floor. Since I never planned on becoming a writer I don’t even own a desk. Not that it would fit anywhere in the tiny house I’m currently renting.

Me suddenly being a writer really happened by accident because I have kind of a fetish for the morbid and macabre. As a trained mortician death doesn’t scare me, but sometimes it makes me curious.

Two years ago a dead woman was sent to the funeral home I worked at and everything about her felt wrong. The paperwork said suicide clear as day but I wasn’t buying it. Up to this date I can’t pinpoint what it was–maybe just my instincts or a gut feeling. So I took on her case in my free time. It turned out that her whole persona was false. She had been abducted as a child and when she found out about that, her fake mother killed her and made it look like a suicide.

After I uncovered it all, I wrote a book about it and accidentally got very successful. So successful that people tried to hire me to solve their personal mysteries. It seems like everyone and their grandma has a weird death in their family.

Currently I am working on book number three. But this time I might have bitten off more than I can chew. And I can chew a lot–just ask my ever growing booty.

I glance at the newspaper clippings before I compare my notes with the initial police report. It still doesn’t seem like a mistake on my part. The timeline is somehow messed up. At this point I’m fairly certain that this can only mean one thing. I take a deep breath and try to picture the consequences if I am right. Because me being right means that the police tampered at the very least with the report, and most likely with the body and the crime scene too.

Apparently that’s what I get for taking on the unsolved murder of Adone Trevisan, infamous mob boss. His mistress showed up on my doorstep two month ago begging me to look into the case. With her she had an envelope with 50 grand in cash.

Although it was only partly the money and more my curiosity that led me to accept her offer. My publisher got really really excited when I had sent her my next book proposal.

But now I get a headache just thinking about finishing this project because it has suddenly gotten a whole lot more complicated than expected.

I take another deep breath.

It is a sunny day outside and very hot for fall. I’ve been inside all day working on my notes and now I need a break.

I need some distance from the project so I can have a fresh look maybe tomorrow to figure out if I made a mistake; or if I’m about to take on the New York Police Department for tampering with a case.

My hand shakes a bit as I open the fridge to get a bottle of water, because deep down I know I am right. It’s the same gut feeling I had with my first murder victim.

I empty most of the bottle before putting it back. Sweat is running down my back and I feel sticky. Maybe I should take a shower and call it a day.

A nice hot shower to take my mind off things. Plus there’s a new romance novel on my nightstand and I can hear it calling my name. I recently got into dark erotica and I’m quite certain I could write my own should I ever run out of mysteries to solve.

I feel on edge as I walk back upstairs–a million things on my mind. I strip out of my clothes and put them in the hamper. Since I live alone I could be as messy as I want, but apart from my fascination for morbid and dark things I am always very neat. Nothing is out of place, everything is clean. Just how I like it.

That’s why I immediately notice that the shower curtain isn’t closed all the way. My heart starts pounding, my throat is tight. I look for a weapon but I only own a baseball bat that is downstairs next to the front door. With weak knees I take the necessary steps and pull back the curtain. Nothing. There is no one there. I simply forgot to close it this morning.

With a shrug I climb into the shower. Soon the hot water cascades down my body. I run my fingers through my hair. The exhaustion and worries melt away for a second.

All of a sudden the shower curtain is wrenched to the side and I am grabbed. A strong hand clamps down on my face. I feel some kind of cloth on my lips before it is crammed into my mouth. Water is running into my nose, my ears and eyes. For a moment I fear being drowned in my own shower. I slip on the wet surface beneath my feet and struggle.

All I see is a shadowy figure–big and tall, blocking my view which is already obstructed by the running water.

As I claw at my attacker and try to spit out the cloth, I notice the taste of chemicals on my tongue. Panic fills me. Is it poison?

Strong hands pin me to the wall and the gag is tightened behind my head, before the man behind me pulls a blindfold over my eyes. It must be a man, right? Who else would be that tall, strong and muscular?

He uses his body to hold me in place, and while I struggle to breathe through the gag; I notice something else that confirms my assumption that he is male.

His hard cock presses against my ass. Thankfully the attacker is still fully clothed but that doesn’t necessarily help with my panic. What kind of sick fuck gets a hard-on while attacking a woman?

Yes, I do have pretty tits but somehow I know that those aren’t the reason for his erection.

My gut feeling, my instinct, my intuition never fail me. He likes my struggle. He likes that I fight. He really really likes the hard time that I am giving him.

I give it my all because I don’t want to end up raped and dead on the table of my former colleagues. But he is insanely strong and lifts me out of the shower and down onto the bathroom floor. I twist to crawl away, but he is there and wraps something around my wrists before he pulls tight.

I scream into the gag, thrashing and kicking. But all I achieve is exhaustion on my part. My power is draining and it’s draining fast.

After he secured my arms, he grips my ankles and pulls them together. Again something cold is placed around them and zipped tight. No matter how hard I struggle I can’t separate my legs.

My mind starts spinning when he picks me up like I weigh nothing. He takes me downstairs and out the door. I’m screaming into the gag, wondering if he just carries me down the street like this. As I listen closely I notice the sound of feet on grass instead of the pavement. The garden. Tears dwell up in my eyes under the blindfold. This house is the last on the street and I’ve always loved it for the seclusion. But now that some maniac obviously parked his car behind my house where no one will notice him, I’m angry with myself for this decision. Not that it changes anything. At all. This is definitely not my fault. I didn’t ask to be taken.

He puts me down and it’s not until the lid slams down that I realize I’m in the trunk of his car.

"No!" I wail into the gag.

It’s happening. It really is happening. I’m being abducted and no one knows. Panic pulses through my veins as I try to figure out who will miss me–and more importantly when they will miss me.

My book isn’t due until late this winter and I just recently had a chat with my publisher, so it might take weeks until she tries to call me again.

My mother is dead, my father was never in the picture and the few friends I have…

I start choking which is a bad idea considering the gag. So I force myself to calm down. To take slow and steady breaths.

I will fight. This bastard will not take me down easily. That son of a bitch is in for a treat.

3

ZACHARY

I know that she is fearing for me to come downstairs and the thought is way more exciting than I anticipated. She put up a good fight which impressed me. Ashlynn looks fragile and weak but she is neither of those things.

She’s downstairs in the basement where I left her to calm down. When I opened the trunk she still tried to kick me, although the zip ties on her wrists and ankles nearly rendered her immobile. She was waiting for me, waiting to make her move. I admire that.

As I make my way to the basement door I pull the key from my pocket and slide it into the lock. I turn it slowly so that I don’t alarm her about my presence too early. In my other hand I’m holding a bottle of water. Ashlynn must be thirsty and hungry. I will feed her as soon as she has earned that privilege. It’s important to establish the rules immediately.

With a quiet click the door opens. The stairs descend into the darkness and I can feel my excitement rising. This is way more enjoyable than I thought.

Ashlynn is down there, where the special little room I have set up for her is only illuminated by a dim light.

It feels almost like she is waiting for me. I mean in a way she is probably waiting for anything at all to happen. She must have a dozen questions about the what and why.

I take a few steps until the wood gives a little squeak. From here I can see Ashlynn tensing up. She starts screaming into her gag. The basement is soundproof so she can scream as much as she wants. At least with the gag in her mouth. Without it I would probably be deaf by now.

I make it down the stairs and admire her beauty. She was still naked from her shower when we arrived at my home and because I am a bastard I left her that way. She is deliciously naked and bound spread-eagle to the massive bed frame. Her eyes are covered by the blindfold, lips parted by the gag. I laid her face down so that her ass is exposed to me.

Although I’m just standing here, ready to give her some water, she just keeps screaming. I haven’t even touched her yet. But I want to. I really, really want to.

"Be quiet." I try to keep my voice calm.

She continues to scream and squirms on the bed which guides my eyes to her heart shaped ass. Such a nice ass.

"Be quiet," I say again.

She keeps thrashing and howling. Even through the gag I can her the high pitched sounds and it’s getting uncomfortable to listen to.

"Be quiet or there will be consequences." My voice is cold and the warning should be hard to miss.

Ashlynn ignores me until I have no other choice since I want to establish the rules anyway. I put the water bottle down on the floor next to the bed. After stepping closer to my new toy, I raise my hand and bring it down, slapping her ass.

Since my palm is burning I assume her booty must be burning as well. The print of my palm appears bright and red on her pale skin. My cock is instantly hard.

For two or three heartbeats Ashlynn stops screaming. I am almost relieved until she starts wailing into the gag again. This time with an intensity that tells me she fears for her life.

This has to stop. Now.

I spank her again and again until I eventually kneel on the back of her legs to keep her in place while I slap away. Her skin turns from a light reddish pink to a full blown crimson. By the time I stop because she has given in, her ass is hot to the touch and tinted with the most delicious shades of red.

My hand aches but it is worth it. My fingers linger as I brush down towards her thighs. I feel my cock straining against my jeans.

Fuck. I want her so badly it is almost infuriating. She is supposed to be my toy and I have to establish dominance. But at this point I’m barely holding on to my restraints. She is naked and helpless, so it would be easy to just pull out my cock and sink into her heat.

I’m certain that she is wet and ready for me. But I also know that it will be far more satisfying once I get her to the point where she begs me to fuck her. I want her to beg Daddy to fuck her hard and relentless.

It will probably take some time to get her there, but it will be worth it. Still I want to shove her legs even further apart and explore her secrets. I can’t wait to find out how I can drive my cute little plaything to insanity.

"If you play nice, Ashlynn, I will relieve you of the gag and the blindfold. I even got some water for you. All the screaming and yelling must have made you thirsty. Do you want to drink something?"

She visibly tenses when I say her name, but forces herself to relax again.

I can imagine the thoughts running wild in her head. "You’re smart, Ashlynn. I read your books. Quite clever actually–so I know you will make the right choice. Consider your options carefully," I say with a smile.

Her breathing is shallow, and she starts shaking like mad.

I pet her head. "Tell me Ashlynn, do you want me to take the blindfold off?"

It takes a few seconds before she nods hesitantly.

"Alright. You have to promise me that you will be a good girl." I bring my mouth close to her ear and take off the gag. "Promise me, that you will be a good girl for Daddy."

4

ASHLYNN

I realize that I am holding my breath. Did he really just say that? And what’s wrong with me that my pussy clenches at the same time?

I am scared for my life, scared what he can do to me. What he will do to me. My ass is throbbing and I am helplessly bound. So why the fuck am I turned on? My mouth is dry and I swallow a few times.

He clicks his tongue. His voice is smooth and reminds me of brandy and leather. "I need to hear it Ashlynn."

I want to cry. I want to bite my lip. I want to hold my breath till I die–just to wake up from this nightmare. Instead I manage to croak out: "I will be a good girl."

"For Daddy. Say it."

My insides twist and my head is spinning. What is wrong with this guy? "I will be a good girl for Daddy. I promise."

"That’s my girl. If you keep this up I assume we will get along fine."

He touches my head and after a short moment he lifts the blindfold.

I blink rapidly and when I fully open my eyes I can’t help but stare at him in the dimly illuminated room. He is not what I imagined. Not at all. I mean what kind of guy kidnaps a woman? A filthy, ugly son of a bitch, that’s who.

Yet he is anything but ugly. To be honest he might be the most attractive man I have ever laid my eyes upon. And he’s not wearing a shirt, just a pair of jeans riding low on his hips. Less clothing makes it probably easier to rape me.

I start shivering again. Holy shit. He really is big. A beast. He must be at least seven feet tall. I can’t really tell because he is hovering over me like a fucking mountain. Every inch seems to be covered in muscles. As he turns to fetch the water he promised me, I see the black ink that swirls over his rippling back. He is hot. There’s no denying that which makes it an even bigger puzzle why he kidnapped me. This dude just needs to go to the next supermarket and snap his fingers to have his pick of all the available women. He wouldn’t even have to say a single word.

He has thick dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. His chiseled jaw is covered with scruff which makes me think all kinds of bad stuff–like what the scruff would feel like on the insides of my thighs. There. There you go. He is just so ridiculously handsome that even I forget where I am.

In his basement from the looks of it. I was kidnapped by a crazy maniac who wants me to call him Daddy.

He twists the cap off the bottle and holds it to my lips. While I drink I admire his broad chest, his abs, and his perfectly sculptured obliques that scream sex. It’s like he wants me to stare at his dick.

Holy shit. My breath catches in my throat. Is he hard? I blush and force myself to look somewhere else. I don’t want to get raped so encouraging him by staring at his crotch is totally out of the question.

As soon as I empty the bottle of water, I lick my lips. "Who are you? What do you want from me? I got some money but only a little."

"I don’t want your money. I already got the money I was paid to kill you." He smirks.

The motherfucker just told me nonchalantly that someone wants me dead and now he smirks?

Also does he think that comforts me in any way? He was paid to kill me. Since I feel very much alive right now; that probably means we still have the whole killing part ahead of us and I am not looking forward to it.

"Please don’t kill me," I whisper.

"I won’t kill you." There is something in his voice. The way he says it so very matter-of-factly that I am stupid enough to believe him and start to feel a shred of hope.

"No?"

He shakes his head. "No. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you in your home and made it look like a suicide. And before you ask; I don’t have any plans to kill you in the future. You are here because I am going to keep you."

I see his lips moving, I hear the words, but other than that there isn’t a whole lot else happening. For me it’s simply a matter of denial. If I pretend that I didn’t hear what he just said then he didn’t say it.

I force myself to look into his beautiful green eyes. "Please let me go."

"No. You will stay here." He leans over me and starts to untie the ropes that keep me spread in that vulnerable position.

"But…why?" I am confused and my neck is hurting because the way that I am bound makes it really tough to look up.

"It’s the only way you’ll live." He rubs the skin around my wrists before he moves on to the ropes at my ankles.

"I don’t follow. What am I supposed to do? Sit down here for all eternity?"

He chuckles. "No. Once I’ve trained you, you are allowed to move freely around the house."

"Once you’ve trained me?" I must sound like a stupid parrot but I really don’t get what he means by that.

"I have particular tastes and I assume it will take you a while to get comfortable with them, before you will be able to fulfill my needs."

Fulfill his needs. I feel like he is speaking a foreign language or some kind of code only insiders understand.

He helps me to sit up and I sigh because my muscles are stiff from being in the same position for a long time. It also doesn’t help that I am kind of sore because of my useless attempts to free myself.

I need a second to remember that I am naked. I try to pull the thin blanket around me but he takes it away.

"No," he says. "No hiding from Daddy."

The missing piece of the puzzle falls into place and I get so pissed that I even forget how afraid I am of him. "No fucking way."

He cocks his head and lifts an eyebrow. "Come again, babygirl?"

"Hell no! No. I–just no, okay?"

"No what?" His smirk is back and this time I notice the dimples on his cheeks. Of course the good-looking bastard has dimples because he isn’t sexy enough with his handsome, blatantly masculine face.

"I’m not gonna be your…your…your sex slave!" I try to grab the blanket from his hand.

"I’m afraid that’s not really up to you, babygirl."

"Don’t call me that, " I snap.

Without any warning he grabs my chin. His fingers dig deep into my cheeks. "I can call you whatever I want. I can do whatever I want to you. The sooner you come to terms with this the better. Don’t test my patience and don’t ask me again to release you. It will not happen. You’re stuck with me. It can be heaven or it can be hell. That’s your choice and either way is fine with me."

Tears sting my eyes. "You’re sick."

"I am." With his other hand he brushes a strand of hair from my shoulder.

I shudder as he touches me.

He sighs and I am suddenly hyperaware of the fact that I don’t even know his name. I lick my lips and his eyes follow the movement.

"What’s your name?"

"I already told you to call me Daddy, didn’t I?"

"That’s hardly your name."

"It’s the only name that matters for you."

"Fuck you!"

Again he chuckles and it nearly drives me insane. "Language, babygirl."

I swat at his hand for him to release me but instead he grips me harder.

"Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson. Let me refresh your memory."

In a heartbeat I am back on my stomach, laying under him. He is way too fast and way too strong for me. His knee digs into my legs as he pins me down.

This time I have a little more freedom because I’m not tied down. I see him raising his hand.

"Please don’t," I plead.

He smacks my ass anyway. It stings worse than before and I’m quite certain that it will get even worse because I somehow pissed my captor off. Like he has the right to be angry with me. I am not the one that abducted him.

He doesn’t say a word and he doesn’t need to. I know that this is a punishment. The spanking before? That was a warning. I know that now.

His hand slaps my ass harder and harder. There’s an indifferent look in his eyes that scares the shit out of me.

"Please stop. Stop." I’m sobbing.

"You. Need. To. Learn. The. Rules." Each one of his harsh words is followed by another blow. "You don’t make the rules. I do."

He just keeps spanking me.

The first tears roll over my cheek. "Please."

"Are you sorry?"

Although my ass is on fire and throbbing I can’t keep it together any longer. "Me? Why should I be sorry? I am not the asshole here! You need to be sorry and you will be sorry. I will escape as soon as possible and then you will rot in prison."

He smacks the sensitive spot where my thighs and my ass meet. "Apologize."

"Go to hell!"

As soon as he yanks my legs apart I regret my words. I have no idea what he is going to do to me and it scares me.

His hand slams down and I am so shocked that I don’t even scream. My pussy tingles and stings where his palm connected with the skin. As he lifts his arm again, a wave of panic washes over me because I feel completely and utterly helpless. He can do whatever he wants to me and there is nothing I can do to stop him.

"Comply," demands the eager part of my brain. "Till you have a better option, just comply. It’s the smart thing to do. We don’t want to get killed. Got it?"

He places two more hard slaps directly on my pussy before he stops. My heart is racing; my mind spinning. His hand is still there. He doesn’t move. His hand rests comfortably on my pussy. "You want to apologize now?" There is something in his voice that scares me more than the pain of another slap.

He sounds strained, like he is barely holding on and I am afraid of what might happen if he loses control. He wants to eventually fuck me and all my fighting has turned him on. I remember the erection pressing into my ass in the shower right before he took me with him.

My pulse drums in my ears. "I am sorry," I manage to choke out.

All of a sudden he gets up. "Good girl."

5

ZACHARY

She looks up at me with her beautiful eyes. Right now there’s a haunted look in them and…something else. Something dark and desirable. A part of Ashlynn probably hates me for what I did to her, but the rest doesn’t want me to stop.

She yearns to give up control, to surrender. She needs a firm hand to guide her, to take away her power. The thought alone is enough to drive me crazy. My cock is painfully hard and I have to force myself to take another step back. It would be easy to make her submit to me. Probably too easy. I want her begging for me.

I manage to step back even further with her heat still lingering on my fingers.

I’m not even sure how Ashlynn is able to pull my strings like this. Usually I am way harsher and I make them submit almost immediately. But with her I don’t want to risk anything and I don’t have any idea why.

I knew she was trouble the second I saw her picture. Her warm brown eyes filled with need and longing made her irresistible.

The tears just make her more beautiful and I don’t exactly have a tough time imagining her on her knees in front of me, crying because she is choking on my cock. God. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers.

The picture of her told me that she is beautiful and the books she wrote told me that she is smart. But I didn’t know how much sass and attitude she hides behind those big brown eyes. I have to focus to not accidentally brush my fingers along her soft lips. Did I kiss her yet? I think I want to kiss her.

Ashlynn licks over her plump lower lip like she can read my mind. "Can we talk about why you took me?"

"I’d rather talk about the fact that your pussy is soaked, babygirl. Want me to do something about it?" I smile at her, giving her my best impression of a sick bastard. No, wait. I am a sick bastard.

She flinches and tries to get as far away as possible from me. That of course means that she is literally with her back against the wall in the furthest corner of the bed, watching me like I’m some kind of wild animal ready to attack. She’s not wrong. Although I prefer to think about myself more like a predator. Dangerous. Without mercy.

And Ashlynn is the perfect prey.

She probably wouldn’t believe me but this is actually the first time I ever kidnapped a woman. Noah assumed, too, that I am some kind of crazy abductor because I like to explore the realm behind the classic concept of consent. I’m a twisted fucker and I stopped trying to find excuses for my behavior a long time ago. I like what I like and that’s it.

I see her hard nipples and can still feel the sweet, sticky wetness on my fingertips. My toy is aroused and I’m pretty happy about it. She will learn that it isn’t all bad being with me. There is no need for that whole social etiquette bullshit. No need to pretend that I don’t want to fuck her and no need for her to pretend that she doesn’t like it rough. That she doesn’t want to be forced to submit. I can almost feel the eagerness radiating off of her. She wants me to take her power away so that she can justify her needs with the argument that I made her do it.

Her body tells me otherwise. She wants me. The way she stilled when my hand hit her pussy was pure deliciousness. She doesn’t seem to be aware that she even spread her legs a little further, allowing me better access to her cunt.

"No," she finally croaks out. "It hurt."

"But it felt good at the same time."

"No."

I click my tongue. "Again with the lying? I thought we’ve been over this."

"Please just let me go."

"Alright I’m going to explain it one final time for you and if you ask again after that I will be seriously pissed. And believe me when I say you really don’t want that."

"Yeah?" Her sass is back. "What are you going to do? Spank me?"

My cock twitches. Looks like I acquired myself a little brat. Good thing for her that I like my women a little bratty. "I will tie you to the bed, spank you and whip you before I fuck your ass."

Her face pales and she swallows hard. She would be even more scared if she could see the bad thoughts she’s putting in my head with the way her throat moves.

But I know it’s not only panic and horror that fill her, she’s also curious and a tiny bit horny. The way she shifts her weight along with that little gasp tell me everything I need to know.

"You are here because someone paid a hefty sum to the organization I work for. I have a file with your name, age, address and the information that whoever wants you dead also wants you to suffer beforehand. You were supposed to be tortured and raped repeatedly before you died."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I have no reason to lie to you. Since you will never leave this house alive why would I bother coming up with this elaborate story? I hardly believe that you are inclined to be more compliant once you’ve learned that I am a professional assassin. The organization I work for is employed by wealthy individuals and governments. Our government and foreign ones. My boss gave me you as a gift. He’s one of only three people who know that you are alive."

"And why am I alive?"

"I suppose he felt sorry for you. A colleague of mine would have enjoyed torturing you immensely. I’ve seen some of his work and I can promise you that you are far better off with me." I sit down on the bed, ignoring that she scrambles further away from me. "I’m a sniper, although I am pretty good with knives, too. It’s just that I prefer the distance. Makes it so much cleaner. I don’t kill women or children, and I don’t engage in abduction or trafficking."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe." Her voice is low.

I turn my head to look at her. "It is true. And actually I don’t care if you believe me or not. Fact is that a series of unfortunate events led you here. Well, I would call them fortunate, but I don’t think you would. As long as you obey me, I will treat you well. Unlike my colleague, I’m not in the habit of raping women. I prefer them horny and wanting, yet at my mercy."

She wipes a tear off her cheek. Her eyes dart towards me because she wants to know if I saw it. I did.

"Here is the most important part, so listen good Ashlynn: Someone wanted you dead. Even if you would ever get lucky and manage to escape me, as soon as the person that contracted me learns that you are still alive, you’re in worse danger than in here. Do you understand that?"

My toy just stares at me, a blank expression on her face.

"I have a few things to take care of, then I will be back with food. Behave yourself if you want to eat later. No more screaming. No attempts at escaping."

"So that’s what it’s going to be like? You’re leaving me here and I will have to wait for you to come back and fuck me?"

"Interesting. So you do believe that I have no intentions of raping you. That’s a good start I suppose." I get up from the bed and take the water bottle. When I look at her again, there’s a fire in her eyes. I can almost feel her fury radiating through the air.

"I will not allow you to fuck me."

"We will see about that, babygirl."

I can hear her whispering something as I make my way up the stairs. It sounds a bit like 'motherfucker' but I decide to let it slide this time. I will have plenty of opportunities to whip her ass in the future. She will learn, but it will take time.

Time I will thoroughly enjoy.

After I lock the door to the basement; I carry the water bottle into the kitchen. Just as I put it on the counter, I hear the doorbell.

Since I wasn’t expecting any visitors; I take my phone in my hand and open the app with the security feed of the house.

Shit. It can’t be a coincidence that my visitor is no one other than Ace.

I open the door with the most indifferent look I can muster. "Can I help you, Ace?"

"Where’s the girl?" He is pissed. Like a spoiled kid that didn’t get the toy he wanted for his birthday.

"What girl?"

"Don’t play this bullshit with me, Zachary. You know what girl. The one with the big eyes, juicy ass, and fantastic tits. Ashlynn."

"Sorry. No. No idea what you are talking about. As you know, I don’t kill women."

"Don’t make this any worse than it already is. At least tell me where her body is. They wanted to see proof and now they are angry."

"Who are they and since when are you dealing directly with the customers? Isn’t it Noah’s job to keep them happy?"

"Noah is dead. So is his lovely assistant Samantha. I know he called you because your number was the last one he dialed and the last email he sent was also to you. It contained Ashlynn’s information. So where is she?"

"Fuck. Noah’s dead?"

"You know our business and its dangers." Ace shrugs.

"Look, I’m sorry, okay? Noah told me to kill her and make it quick because she apparently knew that someone was gonna make a move on her. I asked him why he didn’t assign her to you, but he said that you were busy tracking down an arms dealer in Mexico."

"Her body?"

"I dumped it by the cliffs like we always do when it’s supposed to look like a suicide."

It is hard to tell if he actually believes me, but after a while he shrugs a second time.

"I guess there’s nothing we can do about it. Did she scream?"

"No. I gagged her right away."

"What a pity. She looked like a screamer. Alright. I will try to fix this mess."

"Yeah, but what about Noah? Is there some kind of service or something?"

Ace scratches the back of his head. "Guess we’ll find out when the new boss takes over."

"Okay."

He turns away and neither of us bother with the goodbye. We don’t pretend to like each other. Our connection is strictly business.

As I close the door I already know that I have to be extra careful in the next couple of weeks. Ace is like me in that way: As soon as he smells blood he goes for it.

And with the pretty little secret in my basement I can’t have that.

6

ASHLYNN

I must have fallen asleep because I flinch when a hand touches my shoulder. My heart is racing and I press both hands against my chest.

My captor is back. I didn’t even hear him coming in. In his hands he has a bottle of water and a plate with sandwiches. My stomach reacts with a low growl. Any other time I would probably be embarrassed by the sound, but now it just reminds me of the fact that this asshole is keeping me in his basement like an unwanted pet.

An unwanted pet he wants to fuck.

"Hungry?" His smirk is back and feels weirdly familiar already.

"Yes."

He clicks his tongue. "Try that again. Maybe less hostile this time."

"I am hungry." I fake a happy smile while I grit my teeth.

"Not quite." He puts the bottle and the plate down. "Try again."

He just came back and I’m already sick of his games. I am not his fucking pet and if that means starving, well I guess then I will starve.

He sighs and looks at me. I am wrapped in the blanket and I can see that he doesn’t like it. Good.

Looks like I am just pretending to be tough because as soon as he reaches for me I whimper and jump off the bed like a coward. I make my way towards the stairs. My feet touch the wooden steps as I run upstairs. There’s a door and it’s locked. Of course.

I stand there, the blood pulsing in my ears, shivering although I am not cold. There are a million thoughts in my head and at the same time it’s completely empty.

I notice that he didn’t follow me. My captor is still downstairs, waiting for me.

As I imagine how pissed he will be, my shivering gets worse. Since I don’t necessarily feel the urge to get spanked and whipped and fucked in the ass; I should probably figure out how to soothe him.

My feet weigh a ton as I retreat back down the stairs. He is just sitting on the corner of the bed watching me with mild curiosity. It takes all the courage I have to say: "I just had to try it." My chest constricts and my body heats up. "I’m sorry, Daddy."

He smiles. "Say that again and you might just get away with it."

"I’m sorry, Daddy." I do as I am told. "I really am."

"Come here." He pats the bed next to him.

My legs barely support my weight as I make my way over to the bed. I sink down and try not to shake too much.

"Let’s try a different approach, babygirl." He hands me the plate and the water bottle. "Eat and drink."

My stomach is a tight knot. My mouth is dry. "What do you mean? What different approach?"

"Eat." His tone is like steel–smooth and cold.

Before I know it I bite into the sandwich, afraid to make another mistake.

"That’s better." He puts his hand on my thigh and gives it a quick squeeze. It’s meant for comfort and not as some lewd gesture.

I’m confused because as soon as he takes his hand away, I miss his touch.

"You don’t trust me and frankly I’m aware that you have no reason to trust me. So instead of punishing you for the unnecessary flight attempt, I can show you what happens if you obey and trust me."

I drink some of the water since I have no idea what he wants me to say. All too soon I have finished the sandwich and emptied the bottle.

"Are you feeling better?"

"A little," I admit. I’m nervous but I’m not freaking out. At least not yet.

"You remember the spanking? The second one I gave you?"

"Yes."

He cocks his eyebrow.

I fix my mistake. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now I want you to obey me and I promise that nothing bad will happen to you."

"What do you want from me?" Since he is still not wearing a shirt I’m suspicious that whatever he is up to involves sex–and I really don’t know what to think about that. Although that’s not true.

It scares me. And it scares me even more how much the idea excites me. I’ve been here for not more than a couple of hours. How weak am I that I falter as soon as he looks deep into my eyes? Why do I feel the urge to say 'Yes, Daddy' and 'Please, Daddy' as he demands it?

"Let Daddy take care of you." When he grabs the blanket I let it go.

Now I’m naked again and I feel his gaze on my skin like he’s actually touching me.

"Spread your thighs for me, babygirl. Just a little bit. So that I can see your pretty pussy, but you’re still comfortable."

I can’t do this.

Oh god. I’m doing it.

Slowly I spread my legs while I’m still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Good girl. Tell me, are you wet?"

My face feels hot, my cheeks are burning. "I don’t know."

"Now, that’s a lie." Daddy cocks his head. "Did you forget how I feel about lies?"

The intensity in his eyes sparks something deep in my belly. He sets me on fire, but he hasn’t even touched me yet. Apart from the spanking I realize that he really didn’t touch me. So far he didn’t even kiss me. Ridiculously enough I’m kind of hurt that he didn’t kiss me.

"I’m sorry, Daddy. Yes, I am wet."

"Why are you wet?"

"Because I am crazy?"

He laughs at my question. "Maybe. Or maybe you just get off on obeying me. Maybe you want to submit to Daddy and let me do all kinds of nasty things to you. Right now you don’t have a fucking worry in the world. You just need to please me and in exchange I will reward you. Aren’t you curious what that would be like, babygirl?"

Part of me wants to moan, while the rest screams hysterically. I’m running in circles in my own damn head. "Kind of," I admit. "But I shouldn’t want to. This is wrong. So wrong." The last part is a mere whisper.

Daddy smiles at me and pushes me back on the bed. He kneels over me, grips my hands and places them over my head.

"Don’t even fucking think about moving your hands. You’re gonna obey me, aren’t you, babygirl?"

There’s a definite threat in his voice and I know in my gut that it’s too late to back out. "Yes, Daddy."

"Say it." He sounds gruff and it sends a shiver down my back.

"I’m gonna obey my Daddy."

"That’s right." He leans down and kisses me. Hungrily. His kiss consumes me, sets me on fire, and burns me from the inside out.

His tongue explores my mouth and I whimper at his lips. Finally.

His knee parts my legs and only a few seconds later he shoves a couple of fingers inside me. My pussy clenches down. I gasp. He doesn’t hurt me, but he isn’t gentle either.

His tongue dips deeper into my mouth as he starts fucking me with his thick fingers. Why does this feel so good?

I realize that I am actually keeping my hands above my head although I really want to touch him. I already know how strong Daddy is, but I want to feel his muscles ripple while he moves above me.

Was he right all along? Do I get off on being helpless? I never thought about that. I like being fucked from behind and being pushed into the mattress. I like it rough and wild, but I never…

Daddy bites my lower lip, and I realize that now is not the right time for a deep dive into all of my hidden desires. His palm presses against my clit and I moan.

I lift my ass and try to grind against his hand. This feels so good. Almost too good.

His smile reminds me of the devil. "That’s right, babygirl. You want it bad, don’t you?"

"Yes. Yes, Daddy." I whimper as he pushes his fingers to the knuckles into my pussy.

"So needy."

I see stars when he puts his thumb on my clit. "Yes, Daddy."

"You want to come, babygirl?"

"God, yes!"

He slaps the inside of my thigh and the burn just spirals me higher. "Sorry," I whisper. "Yes, I really want to come, Daddy."

"Like this?" His thumb does something magical to the delicate bundle of nerves between my legs.

"Yes," I pant. "Yes, Daddy, yes."

"Remember to obey me. Don’t move your hands and do exactly as I say."

"Yes, Daddy." I’m burning on the inside and right now I would agree to anything just to make it stop. Just so that he makes it stop.

"You’re mine, babygirl. Your cunt is mine and I get to choose what I do to it, right?"

I can only nod; my throat is tight with need.

"You’re mine," he repeats. "Your body—your mouth, your ass, your tits, your pussy—all mine." With a growl he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards him.

As he looks me in the eyes he lowers his head.

I jerk when I feel his hot breath. It takes a lot to keep my hands where they are. I try to squirm away, but he grips my thighs.

I feel his lips on my pussy and almost pass out. He opens me with his thumbs and licks along my slit. As he reaches my clit I whimper. It’s too much, too intense, but I don’t even dare trying to close my legs.

He slips two fingers inside of me and starts sucking at my clit. Every cell in my body vibrates with need, and I feel a new kind of hunger like I’ve never felt before.

He pistons his fingers in and out, in and out, lapping at me like he is starving. Exquisite torture–that’s what he is doing to me.

"Come for Daddy."

I hear the words and obey without thinking. My hips buck against his mouth and when I feel his teeth I explode.

My legs are quivering, my whole body seems to convulse and I hear myself moaning. Daddy holds me down and keeps sucking until I beg him to stop.

A sadistic grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Such a good girl. Did you like that, Ashlynn?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You think you can follow my orders better now?"

I don’t know what to make of his question, but so far he seems to have been honest with me. Apart from the whole abduction thing; he hasn’t hurt me or forced me to do anything that I didn’t want to. I clear my throat. "Yes, Daddy. Or at least I’ll try."

7

ZACHARY

I’m not surprised that she’s still a bit sassy. Her sweet taste lingers on my lips and my cock is painfully erect. Right now I want nothing more than to fuck her. But strangely enough I also want her to trust me, which is an entirely new experience.

I want to know what her mouth feels like on my cock. I want to fuck her in every possible way. I want to hurt her and cane her ass, before I make it all better again.

I even want her in my bed.

I want it all.

Although I had a different plan when I came to the basement, I decide to just roll with it. Fuck it. Let’s find out how far I can push my new toy.

"Suck me, babygirl. I want you to get on your knees and suck me." Ordering her on her knees turns me on so much that I almost come in my pants. I really need to get a grip. What is it about Ashlynn that makes her so irresistible?

As she slips from the bed and kneels by my feet I undress quickly. By the time I am done she looks up at me with a new eagerness in her eyes.

She puts her tiny hands on my thighs and I notice that she is trembling. I feel like a bastard but her fear sends a tingling sensation through my balls. She eyes my cock and licks her lips. I have to suppress a groan.

Then she opens her mouth wide to accommodate my size and licks the underside of my shaft. This must be what pure bliss feels like. Her tongue strokes around the swollen head. I can’t control myself any longer and put my hand around her neck. I pull her close till my cock hits the back of her throat.

Ashlynn gags and looks up at me. Tears glisten in her eyes and I nearly blow my load. But it’s too early for that. Way too early.

"Fuck, yes, babygirl," I moan because the way she uses her lips and tongue to please me is otherworldly. I can hear the angels sing. As soon as she manages to take my full size into her mouth she uses her hands to touch my balls. My brain nearly explodes in my skull. "Yes," I mutter under my breath. "Yes. Play with my balls. This feels so good."

I pull her head even closer and thrust upwards into her mouth. She strokes my sac and sucks faster, picking up the perfect rhythm.

"Don’t stop," I demand. My fingers grip her hair and I start guiding her head. Every time she gags around my length my whole body shivers. "Suck Daddy’s cock, babygirl. I want you to swallow every single drop of my cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop."

Ashlynn moans and hums in agreement.

I come with a low moan, shooting my load down her throat. Like the good girl she promised to be, Ashlynn swallows my cum.

Still on her knees, she opens her mouth and shows me that pretty little tongue of hers to prove that she indeed did as she was told.

"I am very pleased," I tell her.

She smiles and it lights up the whole room. "Thank you, Daddy."

I pull her close for a kiss, because I simply can’t resist. "Come here, babygirl. Bend over and place your hands on the mattress."

We’re at a point where she doesn’t question my commands any longer. Instead she obeys my orders. Her obedience is so beautiful that I can feel the blood surge into my cock again, never mind the fact that I came mere seconds ago.

I admire the curve of her back and the nice round globes of her ass. My fingers are trailing over her skin. "Remember the first spanking?"

"Yes, Daddy." Her voice is breathless. But it is the right kind of breathless.

"I’m gonna spank you again. This time you will enjoy it. I promise."

Before she has any chance to react at all, my palm connects with her ass. Ashlynn yelps and tries to upright herself. I press my hand onto her lower back. "Be a good girl for Daddy and stay down. You will take the spanking and afterwards my cock."

She nods and sniffles, but doesn’t say anything. I would love to hear her say "Yes, Daddy" again. But since she doesn’t trust my spanking abilities and still hasn’t protested yet, I take her being quiet as a win.

I smack her ass again. It’s loud but not very hard.

Ashlynn starts trembling and groans a little. I know that she fears the harder slaps which I will not deliver right now.

Instead, I pepper her round behind with a series of light taps that leave her skin in a nice pinkish hue. It’s far from red, yet still warm to the touch.

I lean over and kiss her neck. "Such a good girl. Do you want Daddy’s cock now?"

"Yes, please," she moans.

I slip my fingers between her wet pussy lips. "See, it isn’t that bad to surrender to Daddy, is it now? You just need to accept that I’m in charge." Her juices coat my fingers as I pull them out of the enticing heat.

My cock is already hard again and I can’t wait to sink into her tight cunt, finally claiming what’s mine.

8

ASHLYNN

I must have lost my mind. There’s no other way to explain the eagerness I feel. I want to please him.

I want to please Daddy.

The thought is strange and yet in a weird way familiar. He pushes his fingers deeper into my tight channel until his knuckles brush over my sensitive lips.

I manage to look over my shoulder because I can’t tell what he is up to now.

Daddy just watches me and palms his heavy cock with the other hand. He is already hard again, precum glistening at the tip.

My pussy clenches and overrules my brain with ease. I don’t care any longer that he abducted me or how bad this whole situation is.

He takes a step closer and I feel his erection against my skin. How can he feel so good?

"Whose cunt is this, babygirl?"

I shouldn’t encourage him. I really shouldn’t. But at the same time I want to be his good girl. I lick my lips. "Yours, Daddy."

"Damn right," he says and pushes his thick shaft into my tight sex. He stretches every inch of my pussy with his huge cock and I savor every second of it. He feels good. So fucking good. I shudder with a low moan.

Daddy threads his fingers through my hair and pulls it up into a messy ponytail. He pulls my head back and starts fucking me with vicious thrusts.

I’m so wet that I am basically drenched and my breath comes in rapid gasps. "Please can I come, Daddy?"

"No. Not yet," he grinds through his teeth.

Daddy gives my ass a hard slap and picks up the speed. Every time he drives himself deeper than before, filling me completely with his fat cock. His balls bang against my clit and I wiggle my hips to feel more. To feel everything. To feel…him.

I want to touch him in return. I want to claw at his back and shoulders, leave scratches and possibly bruises like he might do with me. But I’m too much of a chicken. Besides my fear of his reaction I need both my hands to stay upright under his hard thrusts.

He fucks me with this crazy intense need and I can’t get enough.

I love the way Daddy is rough with me, yet so controlled. He pulls my hair, grips my hips and bangs me into oblivion.

My pussy squeezes his dick and I shiver. I need to come. Soon.

My fingers grip the mattress, and my knuckles are white because I’m about to lose control. "Please, Daddy, please. I need to come."

"No." He slaps my ass and it burns terribly. "No. No. No." Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Please." I’m not above begging. Not any longer. "Please, Daddy. I want to be your good girl. Please."

My hips jerk with every thrust and I feel like crying when Daddy slips his fingers between my thighs and starts stroking my clit. It feels so good, so divine–but I don’t have his permission to come and I know that he will punish me if I don’t obey.

"Please," I whisper.

"Whose cunt is this?" His voice sends a jolt down to my core. It turns me on how strict he sounds.

"Yours, Daddy."

"Good girl. Then I get to decide if and when this cunt comes. Isn’t that right?"

One tear escapes the corner of my eye. "Yes, Daddy."

"Better."

I groan as he pinches my clit. For a split second the pain is unbearable. A sharp and piercing sensation that ebbs to a dull throb. Yet I’m still horny. I can’t remember if I have ever been that aroused before.

Daddy laughs. "My poor babygirl. You want to come badly, don’t you?"

"Yes. Yes. Oh please, yes." My clit is throbbing and I can’t think straight.

"Then come for me." His fingers rub over my pulsing bundle of nerves and I’m seeing fireworks. I’m flying and falling at the same time, as heat explodes through my body. Every cell is on fire, and my brain feels like it’s about to shut down. I can’t remember my name. Can’t remember the last time I felt this good. The last time my whole body sung from pure bliss.

My knees buckle but Daddy is there and holds me. He grips my hips to the point of pain and fucks me hard. Soon his thrusts become quicker. His thick cock is pushing in and gliding out. In and out. In and out in the perfect rhythm that sends me over the edge for a second time.

Daddy comes after me, pounding me almost desperately, before his cock pulses and he pumps his cum deep into my pussy.

As I hear his low moan I snap back to reality and confusion settles over me.

9

ZACHARY

Ashlynn looks like she’s got a million questions, but before she can open her mouth, a loud noise rattles the door to the basement.

Within seconds I pull my jeans up and take the two knifes from my back pocket. I hand one of them to Ashlynn.

"Don’t hesitate," I say to her and show her how to release the blade.

I don’t have time for more because someone is trying to break through the door. My steps are light on the stairs since I don’t want to alert the intruder about my presence.

I listen closely before I turn the key with as little sound as possible.

Whoever tried to open the door is gone. But I see a shadow on the wall disappearing into the kitchen. I follow the shadow through the hallway, gripping the knife. My spare gun is in the dresser standing next to the door, but the noise of opening the right drawer would attract the attention of the intruder.

The kitchen seems to be empty at first glance. I listen for a second when I hear clothes shuffling behind me.

"Where is the girl?" Ace puts his arm around my neck and tries to restrict my airflow. His grip is like steel, the determination obvious in his voice.

I never thought I would ever find myself in that position, but in a heartbeat I decide I’d rather die than give up Ashlynn. My perfect babygirl.

With quick steps I manage to shove us both backwards. The whole house seems to rattle as I slam us both into the wall, his back first. It brings the desired outcome–Ace’s grip loses its strength and I manage to free myself.

I turn around, ready to slit his throat when he pulls his gun.

"I will not repeat myself. Where is the fucking bitch? I really hope for your sake that she is still alive."

"No idea what you’re talking about." I smile.

"I don’t want any trouble, Zachary. And I don’t need to torture you, if you just tell me where she is. I promise to make it quick."

I cock my head. "Do you always tell this much bullshit or is this a special occasion?"

"That’s enough. I know that she’s probably in the basement. With a little luck she’s already traumatized from seeing you ugly fucker naked. After I kill you, I’ll get my nice police jacket and go save her. She’ll believe me and come right with me. Tell me, how tight is her cunt? Is she the kind of screamer I like? Was is fun fucking her? Worth dying for?" He laughs at his own joke.

His laughter dies because we both hear a gun being cocked behind him.

"She’s not in the basement anymore and she found the spare gun, you motherfucker," Ashlynn says with her wonderful raspy voice. "Where should I shoot him, Daddy?"

"That depends on how much of a good shot you are, babygirl."

"A very good one." She steps closer, pressing the gun into Ace’s neck.

He looks very nervous all of a sudden. "My men will be here any second."

I relieve him of the weapon in his hand and punch him straight in the nose. "No they will not, because there are no men. No one in his right mind wants to work with you."

Blood gushes from his now crooked nose and he groans. As he staggers forward I see that Ashlynn draws her leg back.

I almost feel sorry for Ace as she kicks him between the legs, rearranging his balls into a new form.

He goes down panting and whimpering. I open the kitchen drawer. With some zip ties in hand, I walk over to Ace and make sure that he doesn’t get up.

Ashlynn has wrapped herself into the blanket again and watches my every move. Under normal circumstances, I would pull out my knife and torture Ace until he tells me everything I want to know. But I can’t have her watching.

So I get up, grab her upper arm and drag her along with me.

10

ASHLYNN

My heart beats a million miles a minute. I have actually never held a gun before. I’m not even sure if this thing is loaded. I’ve also never kicked a guy in the balls before. Although I have to admit that he kind of deserved it.

I followed Daddy up the stairs and saw how he glanced at the dresser in the hallway before making his way to the kitchen.

When the fight started I opened the first drawer and immediately found the big black gun. I didn’t think, I just grabbed it.

Daddy leads me up the stairs into his bedroom. It has to be his because the decor is just so fitting. The room is dominated by a huge four poster bed with dark linens. There are no pictures on the wall, and no personal stuff is laying around. Sparse, but functional.

Zachary—as I know now because the other guy called him that repeatedly—makes me sit down on the bed and takes the gun out of my hands. "You wait here until I get back."

"Why? Can’t I help you?"

With narrow eyes he grips my chin, and his fingers dug into my cheeks. "Just in case you already forgot, babygirl, I’m not one of the good guys. I will go downstairs now and torture Ace until he tells me everything I need to know. After that I will kill him and store his body in the conveniently large freezer I have in my garage. You. Will. Stay. Here."

I stare at him, trying to grasp what he just said.

"I need to hear you say it." His teeth are clenched, and his fingers press deeper into my skin.

"Yes, Daddy. I will stay right here."

"Good girl." He walks to the door and with one last look at me, he leaves.

It seems like only a few seconds pass before I hear inhumane screams from downstairs. My blood freezes, my stomach lurches.

The screams get a whole lot worse before they fade into begging. A while after that there’s silence. Somehow that scares me even more.

I put my shaking hands into my lap and try very hard not to freak out. I can’t even begin to imagine what Zachary did to that guy to provoke those screams. And then the begging.

I swallow and focus on calming my breath. The guy deserved it. He was a rapist and a murderer. I can still hear his voice in my head. His words are playing in a loop.

Tell me, how tight is her cunt? Is she the kind of screamer I like? Was is fun fucking her? Worth dying for?

The last part especially got to me. Worth dying for—such a weird question. All of a sudden I realize that Zachary didn’t give me up. He could have just pointed the bad guy towards the basement. Instead he killed him to save me.

It’s almost funny how quickly I come to think of Zachary as the good guy. Never mind the whole abduction and keeping me as a pet thing.

When I hear his heavy footsteps coming closer, I don’t know if I should be scared or excited.

Zachary enters the room with a bottle and two glasses in his hands. Little water drops are glistening on his chest and forearms. He probably had to wash himself to get rid of the blood.

"What happened?" My voice is as shaky as I feel.

"What did it sound like?" He puts the glasses down on the nightstand and screws off the cap. After filling almost half of the glass with a clear liquid; he hands it to me and pours himself an even bigger drink. "We have a problem."

I smell the strong alcohol and my throat already burns without drinking it. "Do we?"

"Yeah. I got to figure out if it’s worth keeping you alive."

The shaking gets worse.

Zachary sighs, sits down next to me and pulls me into his lap. His big arms hug me tight and he kisses the top of my head. "Relax. I already decided."

"And what did you decide?"

"That I apparently can’t resist neither your pretty eyes nor your tight little pussy. How did you manage to piss off Ulderico Costa?"

"Who?" I take a sip of the drink and start coughing.

Zachary laughs and the sound vibrates through my whole body. "Ulderico Costa, infamous crime lord and head of a pretty dangerous syndicate."

"I don’t have any idea. Not the slightest idea to be honest."

"Well, we have to find out and get you to safety before he sends the next killer after you."

"But that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t even know who he is."

"Unfortunately it’s enough that he knows who you are."

"Okay. I guess I have to trust you, but can you tell me anything about this guy?"

"I don’t know what you want to hear. Costa is bad news and on the verge of becoming even more powerful since he killed Adone Trevisan."

"Uh-oh."

Zachary grips my upper arms and pushes me back so that he can study my face. "Uh-oh? What’s that supposed to mean, babygirl?"

"Maybe someone paid me to look into Adone Trevisan’s death?"

"What?" He looks incredulous and furious at the same time.

"His mistress came to visit me a couple of weeks ago. She offered me 50 thousand bucks if I helped her shed some light on Adone’s death."

"He didn’t have a mistress."

I stared blankly at him. "But she was in my house, standing right before me."

"That’s not possible. Someone set you up to provoke Costa. If word got out that he didn’t actually kill Trevisan—that would seriously damage his reputation."

"Enough to have me tortured, raped, and killed?"

"Yes. We have to find out who he wanted to send a message to with your death."

"Okay. Then let’s do this."

"Later. Now we have a more urgent matter to attend to." He gets up and takes the glass out of my hand.

"What is it?" My pulse quickens.

"Bend over the bed."

I blink, not sure if I heard him correctly.

"Now, babygirl," he growls.

"Why?"

He grips my neck and forces me to turn around. "Because Daddy said so."

I have no other choice than to bend forward at the hips and to place my hands on the mattress.

"Don’t move, bad girl."

"That’s unfair! I don’t even know why I have to do this."

He spanks me while accentuating every word with his hand. "Because. I. Said. So. Because. You. Do. As. Daddy. Tells. You. To."

I whimper and feel the strong need to cover my ass from his strong hands. Each blow sends a hot, searing pain through my body. "Stop, Daddy, please."

"No. You’re a bad girl and bad girls get punished."

I wail. "But I didn’t do anything!"

My booty grows hotter under his hand.

"You’ve put yourself in danger. Good girls don’t take on murder investigations all by themselves. It’s dangerous and stupid. You aren’t stupid, are you?" His hand moves over every inch of my ass, distributing the slaps evenly all over my burning skin.

"No. I am not."

"Well, if you’re not stupid that means you’re reckless and that’s even worse. I can’t have that, babygirl. You are supposed to behave, to be a good girl for Daddy. No more danger for you. No more poking at the hornet’s nest." He reaches the top of my thighs with his vicious hand and delivers a new kind of pain.

Although I feel like I’m right and he is wrong, I just want it to stop. "Sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry." A tear runs over my cheek.

"So you admit it."

"Yes, Daddy."

He lands another harsh blow. "Say it."

"I’m a bad girl," I sob.

He stops slapping me immediately and instead caresses my red skin. "That’s better. Daddy will make sure that you won’t get into any more trouble after we fix your current problem."

I sniffle. "Okay."

His fingers dip deeper. "You’re wet for me, aren’t you?"

My breath becomes ragged. "I’m not."

I am. But I won’t admit to him that his harsh spanking was as much hurtful as it turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me?

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s almost more arousing that Daddy actually cares about me. He talks like he’s imagining a future with me. The thought causes my stomach to do a little somersault.

"I’m pretty sure that your needy little cunt is wet for me. Probably dripping." His fingers inch closer to my pussy and I swallow hard.

He slides the tips of his fingers over the wetness between my thighs. "You’re gonna be the death of me, babygirl, always so horny for Daddy. What am I am going to do with you?"

11

ZACHARY

My cock already throbs with need for her. I can see her flushed skin, the rock hard nipples, and how fast her pulse beats in the hollow of her throat.

It takes all I have but I manage to step back. "Show me how you touch yourself, babygirl."

She looks at me and her cheeks are bright red. "No. Please don’t make me do this. I can’t."

"Do I have to get my belt to make you remember who’s the boss?"

"Please, Daddy, I can’t."

"But you will. Get on the bed, spread those pretty legs and play with your cunt."

The way her eyes dart nervously from left to right and back looking for an escape drives me wild.

"Don’t you want to make your Daddy happy?" I have no restraint left and grab her hair, forcing her to lean her head back so I can kiss her before the hunger consumes me. "You’re my little whore, babygirl, and you better not forget that." I shove her towards the bed and she no longer hesitates.

She climbs onto the big bed and it’s my undoing seeing her there. In my bed, on my sheets, mine to do with whatever I want.

Maybe I need to remind her of that. I circle the bed and lean against the post at the foot of the bed. Her legs are closed but I stare at them anyway.

"I wasn’t joking, babygirl. You’re staying with me after we fix your problem. You’re mine."

Her long lashes flutter and she licks her lower lip. The sight of her pink tongue drives me wild with need. But I can control myself. At least for now.

"Yours?" Her hand glides between those seductive thighs.

"Yes, mine." I want to bang my chest and roar the words so that the whole world knows for a fact that Ashlynn Wright is mine and mine alone.

Her hand starts to move. She opens her legs further and I can see the wetness on her silky folds. She uses her fingers to part her puffed lips and dips down into the glistening heat. The wetness already drips out of her, running down towards her anus. Now is not the time but I can’t wait to claim her ass. Every one of her perfect holes belongs to me.

My cock twitches and demands attention. I open my jeans and palm the heavy length. While I watch as Ashlynn touches her tight cunt, I start stroking my dick. I clench my teeth and groan. The sound makes her look up. She takes in the sight and stares hungrily at my cock.

"You like what you see, babygirl?"

She nods and pushes two fingers deep into her pussy. I don’t have to be a genius to know that she imagines being fucked by me instead of her small fingers.

I rub up and down in a slow, deliberate pace. "You want it?" I tease, "You want my big cock in that tight pussy of yours?"

"Yes, Daddy." She starts rubbing her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

"Only after you’ve come for me. You will get my dick and a nice pounding, if you make yourself come first."

"I don’t know if I can when you’re watching me."

"Too bad, babygirl. No orgasm, no cock."

"Please," she begs and pouts.

I know what she needs and can’t hold back my smile. She likes it way too much when I’m strict and stern with her. "Do it." My voice is like steal. It’s an order now.

In an instant she starts stroking faster, rubbing the little bundle of nerves like there’s no tomorrow.

"You need Daddy to tell you what to do, don’t you? You want to obey my orders, because it leaves you all horny and needy, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, Daddy." She can’t seem to take her eyes off my cock as my hand glides up and down, up and down, up and down.

More of her sweet nectar is dripping out of her pussy, the smell of her need crumbles my restraint.

"Come now," I order harshly, because I want to fuck her. I want to claim her and pound her until I’m the only one on her mind.

Ashlynn moans and thrusts against her own hand. Her entire body shakes with lust as the orgasm grips her. She screams before she goes limp.

I can’t wait any longer and don’t even give her time to recover. Instead I’m on the bed within a split second. Her thighs fall open for me and with one hand under her ass, lifting her up, I bury myself to the hilt in her wet heat. It’s pure bliss.

The way her cunt grabs me, already trying to milk the cum from my balls, is divine. I grind my hips against her, putting pressure on her clit.

Ashlynn claws at my shoulders. "Please, Daddy, kiss me."

I lean in and devour her mouth. She tastes sweet, like honey and strawberries. I hear a deep growl and it takes me a moment to realize that this satisfied growl is indeed my own.

Her pussy accommodates my size and stretches around my dick. I prop myself onto my elbows while my tongue plunders Ashlynn’s mouth. She whimpers as I slam forward, burying myself again in her.

I caress her tits before groping them with rough hands. Her nipples beg for my attention and I close my lips around the first hard nub. As I am sucking I can feel her tight cunt clenching around my cock. My babygirl has very sensitive nipples. I laugh at her skin and bite down. Hard.

Ashlynn screams and grinds against me at the same time. "Daddy," she whispers full of need as her fingernails scratch along my back with a burning sensation.

I lick around and over the other nipple before my teeth clamp down.

"More!" Ashlynn begs and moves restlessly under me.

I pull my hips back and slam into her again. As I start fucking her harder and harder, I shove my hand between our bodies and flick over her clit.

"Be a good girl and come for me. Come hard for Daddy!"

"Yes," she screams and obeys. "Yes, I’m gonna come for Daddy."

I grind my teeth as the second orgasm rips through her. Her cunt becomes slicker with new juices and the contractions are enough to drive me insane. I fuck her viciously until my balls tighten with need and I fill her with my cum.

Ashlynn puts a hand on my cheek, pulls my head down and kisses me.

12

ASHLYNN

I don’t know why I am still shocked after all that’s happened. It’s almost surreal how I’m sitting on a roof next to Zachary, who’s busy squinting through the scope of a sniper rifle.

Part of me probably wanted to believe that he was joking when he told me about him being a sniper/killer/assassin.

Now I’m sitting here in a pair of his sweatpants, a basic black shirt, and a hoodie that’s way too big for me; and I’m freaking waiting for him to kill a guy so I can go home.

Although he already hinted at the fact that he will not let me go home; he will just drive me there so I can pick up stuff I need. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.

Right after we had sex, Zachary hurried me into the shower, gave me some clothes and made me get into his car. While he was driving he made some calls and it turned out that his boss was very much alive, contrary to the lies Ace had previously told.

Zachary confirmed that Ulderico Costa was indeed the man behind the contract to kill me, before he informed his boss that he was going to kill Costa.

I was sitting in the passenger’s seat, listening to every word, because Zachary used the handsfree function in his car. I had the impression that he wanted me to know.

His boss sighed and muttered that there wasn’t a way to stop Zachary, once he had made a decision.

Zachary grinned and squeezed my leg. He asked for an address before ending the call.

That was roughly two hours ago.

"He will be here any minute," Zachary says.

"Okay."

"I can feel you getting nervous. There’s no need for that, babygirl. I know what I am doing."

"That’s what I’m afraid of."

His muscled back tenses for a second but he doesn’t take his eyes off his target—the entrance to an Italian restaurant. "Please elaborate, babygirl."

Every time he uses this term of endearment, my damn pussy clenches. Apparently she didn’t get the memo that I’m still scared as hell.

"I assume you know your abilities well enough so I can trust you to kill him. But what happens after that? I don’t want to go back into the basement like an unwanted pet."

He laughs. "You’re very much wanted. I can assure you of that."

"I’m serious, Zachary."

"Me too."

"Why do I even bother talking to you?"

His clothes shuffle as he slightly changes his position. "Don’t worry. You’re not going back to the basement. We’re leaving the city as soon as Costa is dead. I don’t think that any one of his successors has an interest in keeping the contract on you, but I prefer being safe."

"And where am I supposed to go?"

"We’ll find a nice place for us."

"Maybe I don’t want to go with you? Maybe I don’t trust you." My heart starts racing since I can’t anticipate his reaction.

"Are you trying to earn yourself your first whipping? You’re lying again. But that’s besides the point. You don’t have a choice, babygirl. I already told you that I’m not letting you go. Especially not after I had a taste of you. You’re mine. Mine to take wherever I want. Mine to protect. Mine to spoil. Mine to love. Mine to fuck."

I’m about to ask if he’s serious, because he just casually dropped the l-word, as he pulls the trigger. I flinch at the sound of the gun firing and cover my ears instinctively.

Zachary gets up, grips my arm and pulls me along with him to the back of the building. As he opens the door to the stairs, he looks at me. His green eyes pierce right through my soul. "Mine," he growls. "End of discussion."

13

ZACHARY

Ashlynn is surprisingly quick with her packing. I sit on her bed and watch her emptying the bathroom closet.

"What about Colorado?"

She turns to me. "What about it?"

"I’m imagining us in a nice little remote cabin in the mountains. Somewhere far away from other people. You know, where no one can hear your screams."

"Where I’d be at your complete mercy all winter long, because we’re snowed in and I can’t run away?" She bats her lashes at me and smiles seductively.

"Careful, babygirl, you’re making me hard again."

While she passes me on her way to the dresser under the window, she definitely eyes my lap. "And we can’t have that now, can we?"

God. I fucking love how bratty she still is. Instead of answering her I watch her hips swaying from left to right as she empties the drawers.

"I can’t find my big duffle bag, damn it."

"I’ll help," I offer and get off the bed. On my knees I look under the bed because that’s where I store my luggage. Instead of an empty duffle bag I find a wooden box. I pull it out. "What’s in here?"

Ashlynn turns around and pales. "Nothing."

Her voice is a little too tight and breathless for me to believe her. As she comes over and tries to take the box from me, her fate is sealed. I grab Ashlynn’s wrists and hold them with one hand while I use the other one to open the box.

"You naughty, naughty girl."

She blushes. "It’s all unused."

I cock my brow. "Is it now?"

"Yes. It is."

I dump the contents of the box onto the bed. Ropes, lube, a blindfold, a crop, and a nice little butt plug are laying in front of me. I wasn’t aware that some simple toys could get me that excited.

"Why don’t you undress, babygirl?"

"I don’t think that’s–"

My hands find her hair and I yank it hard. "It wasn’t a question. Naughty girls don’t get to ask questions or demand things. Naughty girls get punished."

Her eyes sparkle. "Yes, Daddy. I’ve been very bad. You should punish me by putting that plug in me."

"Oh, believe me, I will. How else would I prepare you to take my dick into your tight, little ass? But that won’t be the punishment. Let’s see how naughty you are when I’m done with you. Undress. I won’t say it again."

She shivers and hurries to pull my shirt over her head, before she shimmies out of the sweatpants I gave her at my place.

As I pick up the blindfold, she closes her eyes. I tie it with a knot behind her head and guide my sexy little plaything to the bed. "Down on your stomach and don’t move until I tell you."

The nice view of her ass makes my dick hard and I can’t wait to fuck her. But first I want to have a little fun.

I take the rope and bind her wrists behind her back, so that she is helpless and even more at my mercy. Her breathing quickens and the sound alone is turning me on.

Time to play.

I pull her up to her knees, knowing full well that she has to balance on her shoulders because I’m a bastard and have tied her hands. "Stick your ass up for me, babygirl."

She moans and follows my command. Her back arches beautifully and as I tap the inside of her thigh, she parts her legs further for me. She simply can’t deny me.

My hands skim over her ass and I think about forcing my cock into the forbidden hole. I can’t imagine how tight it will be. But my dick can and throbs with need.

"Did anyone ever touch you here?" I trace my finger over her anus.

She shudders. "No."

I slap her ass cheeks once, twice, three times. "What was that?"

"No, Daddy."

"So, no man has touched you there? No one put his dick in here before?" My finger circles the little opening.

"No, Daddy. No one. Ever."

I lean forward and press a kiss on her back. My lips trail over her skin and the lower I get, the more erratic her breathing becomes. She’s already panting when I lick over the tight little bud.

My fingers push her ass cheeks apart so that I have better access. My tongue swirls over the tight ring, teasing her.

"You like that, don’t you, babygirl? You like me licking your ass before I fuck it with my big cock?"

Ashlynn opens and closes her hands making cute little fists, while her toes are curled. "Yes, Daddy, but I shouldn’t. It’s–"

She gasps as I push my tongue deeper.

"Fuck, Daddy," she murmurs.

"I can smell your cunt, naughty girl. I can smell how bad you want it." I use my fingers to tease her clit and rub in deliberate circles around the little nub. I don’t want her to come yet. Not before I use the crop on her. She needs to learn how close pain and pleasure are to each other when she’s with me.

"Can I come, Daddy?"

"No." I push my tongue deeper into her ass, swirl it around and listen to my babygirl moaning.

"Please." Her voice trembles with a mix of desperation and brattiness. "Please!"

I pinch her clit hard while I eat her ass like a starving man. Her squirming and wiggling is enough motivation besides the fact that I can’t get enough of her.

She wails when I pinch her and starts sobbing. "Please, Daddy, please. I need to come. I think I’m going insane."

"No." I slap her ass again and pick up the butt plug. "Open your mouth."

Since she is blindfolded, she can’t see what I’m up to and her brows shoot up as the unknown object enters her mouth.

"Make it nice and wet before it goes up your ass. Believe me, it’s in your own best interest. Work that pretty tongue of yours."

My cock is hard as a rock as I watch her sucking on the plug. It puts a real strain on my discipline, so I pull out the plug and coat it with lube. I want my babygirl to tremble with erotic fear because she thinks I might hurt her, but I don’t actually want to hurt her. At least not that way.

I push her cheeks apart again, exposing the tight hole that is glistening with my saliva and her juice. She tenses when the tip of the plug grazes her asshole.

"Relax. If Daddy wants it there, it’s going there. You can’t do anything about it, babygirl. Just be good."

I don’t know why I worry, because she’s obviously hungry for it and moans as the plug enters her. She’s well lubricated and so turned on, I’m sure it wasn’t even uncomfortable.

I’m almost jealous of the plug—a fucking toy of all things, because I don’t want anything more than to pull it out and put my dick there instead.

Soon. I force myself to relax.

After a deep breath I stand up and take the crop in my hand. "I’m going to punish you now."

"What?" She swallows hard and clears her throat. "I mean, why Daddy?"

"Because you tried to keep your little toy box from me. If you want my cock in your ass, you only need to ask, babygirl."

"Uh huh. But I don’t want your…your…cock…"

"You just qualified yourself for an additional ten strikes. I would have gone with ten, but now you’re looking at a total of twenty because you’re fucking lying again. You want to add anything else to the list?"

"No, Daddy," she croaks.

"Good. After your punishment you will ask me very nicely to fuck your ass. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes, Daddy."

There’s a tremble in her voice that makes my balls tighten.

She curls her toes as soon as I land the first blow. A red line appears on her flawless skin and precum leaks from my cock. I really have to fight my self-restraint.

I work in a nice rhythm, waiting until she relaxes before I administer the next strike. Soon her ass is covered in red stripes and my babygirl sobs silently.

"Such a good girl," I mutter and trace some of the welts with my finger. She’s halfway there and I feel the urge to drop the crop, so that I can fuck her.

I decide to take a little time and open my jeans. I fist my cock and give it some quick pumps to take the edge off. It doesn’t really help, since I notice that my plaything is listening closely and with intent.

"Do you know what I am doing?"

She licks her lips. "Jerking off instead of fucking me?" There’s a hint of neediness in her voice. She doesn’t like the idea that I could find my release without her.

"Don’t worry. I am definitely gonna fuck that sweet ass of yours. But you’re right. You’re driving me insane, babygirl. I need to take the edge off."

"You could use my mouth, Daddy."

I don’t trust my ears. Did she really just say that?

"You know," she adds, "to take the edge off. Fuck my mouth, Daddy."

"Are you trying to trick me so that I won’t give you the remaining ten strikes?"

"No. I’m well aware that you’re not stupid. It’s just…" She hides her face in the blanket.

I drop the cane and lift her up to turn her around. "It’s just what, babygirl? Talk to me."

Her cheeks are bright red under the blindfold. "I really like your cock in my mouth and it makes me happy to please you."

"Fuck, you really are perfect, babygirl. Are you sure that this is what you want? Because I won’t hold back and I won’t stop when I see tears."

"Yes, Daddy, I want to make you happy."

I pull her towards me, until her head hangs over the edge of the bed, and then I remove the blindfold. With my hand I guide my hard dick to her mouth. The tip brushes over her lips and she opens wide to accommodate my size.

14

ASHLYNN

It feels surprisingly good to surrender to Daddy. I look up at him and my mouth waters in anticipation. His cock is hard and slides between my lips. I love that I can make him that hard. I love how he feels on my tongue.

I’m not sure about the whole anal thing though, but I know that Daddy gets what he wants and in the end he will make me want it too.

"Open that pretty little mouth wide." His voice is raspy and I love that as well.

I try to swallow when he shoves his cock between my lips. My tongue circles the big head and I taste the salty precum.

"I will be able to fuck your ass so much harder and longer once I’ve come—are you aware of that?"

I groan but with his cock in my mouth it’s barely audible. Instead all I do is send nice vibrations up his shaft.

"Fuck," he mutters and presses deeper. Daddy takes my chin in his hands and guides my head. In this position he can go as deep as he likes. Although his movements are quick and rough I notice how careful he is. Daddy would never intentionally hurt me.

I gag when he enters my throat.

"You can take it," he says through gritted teeth. "That feels absolutely amazing, babygirl."

He fills my mouth, my throat and my mind. His cock starts sliding in and out, in and out, each time a little deeper than before.

I feel something wet in the corner of my eye and remember how he warned me that tears won’t stop him.

What’s wrong with me that my pussy clenches at the thought?

I like being at Daddy’s mercy and I like how he uses me. He always teases me along the way, but in the end he always makes it worth my while and gives me mind-blowing orgasms.

That and the fact that he protected me—what more can a girl ask for?

I struggle to breathe for a second, when he pulls his dick out, just to shove it in again.

"Take me deeper, babygirl, that’s it." He takes a harsh breath and shudders. The next second he shoots his cum into my mouth, basically down my throat. With a soft expression in his eyes, he looks down at me and touches my cheek. "You’re fucking perfection."

I can’t even react before I’m back on my knees, balancing on my shoulders and trying to stay upright.

"Remember what I said." His voice is low and then I hear the hiss of the crop.

I thought I was used to his rhythm by now, but I was wrong. He lands the first blow, waits and dishes out three in quick succession, so that I am completely confused when the next strike doesn’t come.

Blood rushes to my ears, my heart pounds unreasonably fast, and I can feel my pussy dripping.

He places the fifth and sixth blows on my tender sitting spot, making me whimper. Daddy pets my back. "Good girl."

I barely register the last four strikes because my ass is on fire and it burns so intense; that it feels like one huge lash instead of ten separate ones.

The crop drops to the floor and I manage to keep breathing like a normal human being.

There’s a shift in the room like Daddy’s angry. I blink to focus and remember just in time what he asked me to do.

"Please, fuck my ass, Daddy." He wants me to beg, so I beg.

He touches the end of the plug. "You don’t sound very convincing."

I bit my lip and shut my eyes. "Please, Daddy, I want your cock in my ass. Please. I want to know what it feels like."

Daddy grips the end of the toy and pulls it slightly back, forcing my anus to open up.

I shudder as he pushes it back in.

"Not good enough. You’re dripping like a whore, like Daddy’s little slut, but you don’t sound like it."

The anticipation is killing me. "But I really want it," I snarl. "I want your cock in my ass. I need it bad, Daddy, please."

"Like this?"

I tense slightly as the head of his length presses against my anus. I moan quietly. "Yes, like that, Daddy."

I’m stretched from the toy but it’s tiny compared to Daddy’s huge cock. He pushes deeper and I’m forced to let him inside me. His shaft feels hot and thick in my small opening.

I start to shiver and jerk involuntarily. Daddy grips my hair. "Stay still, babygirl, you can take it."

"Yes, Daddy." I force myself to calm down and try really hard not to panic, as he splits me open. At least that’s what it feels like.

He slides in deeper and I can start to feel why I wanted this. Daddy’s cock is buried to the hilt in me and I feel a new kind of intimacy.

"Daddy," I whisper.

"Yeah, that’s what you need, isn’t it?" His skillful fingers find my clit.

It’s a tight fit with his dick in my ass and I didn’t expect to enjoy it that much. Inch by inch he pushes in and out again.

I cry out in pleasure, unable to say a single word.

"Take Daddy’s cock, babygirl. Take it." His fingers brush over my clit until I feel my whole body tremble with need. I whimper because I need more.

His hand grabs my ass and he truly starts fucking me while playing with my clit. It’s more than I can handle. Way more intense than anything I ever felt before. When he plows deep into me, pleasure explodes through my body.

"You’re gonna come with my cock in your asshole, aren’t you, naughty girl?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!" I moan before I start screaming his name.

With every thrust he rubs my clit harder and I see stars coming with his dick deep in my ass.

"Fuck," he mutters. "You have no idea how that feels; your tight little asshole is clamping down on my cock. You want my cum in your ass bad, don’t you? Tell me, babygirl, what do you want from Daddy?"

"I want your cum in me," I pant. "Please!"

He roars when he finds his own release, right after me. I can hear the angels sing and feel pure joy. Every cell in my body is alive and setting off fireworks.

Daddy shudders behind me, his dick pulsates in my ass. "That was amazing, babygirl. You are amazing."

"So are you."

15

ZACHARY

After the third round, I finally manage to keep my hands off of her. At least for a while.

Ashlynn is putting on clothes because I want to be on the road as soon as possible, when we both hear the heavy footsteps in the kitchen.

She puts her hand on my arm and pride fills me, because she is turning to me for safety. She probably isn’t even aware of that but I could kiss her right now.

"That’s not an enemy," I tell her.

"How do you know?"

"If you want to hurt or kill someone—you sneak in. Like I did when I took you. Did you ever hear me coming?"

She looks at me with her big, beautiful eyes. "No."

"See? Whoever your guest is, this was his way of announcing himself."

"You sure?" Ashlynn’s face shows worry. "I wasn’t expecting anyone. What if it is the next killer trying to trick us?"

"It’s not. But if it makes you feel better, let’s take a look." I’m only in my boxers, but I don’t care. I grab my gun and head down the stairs. Ashlynn is only half a step behind me.

As we enter her kitchen with the attached living/dining room, a man is standing with his back towards us. He studies the papers that Ashlynn has pinned to the walls.

"Adone." I’m surprised to see him—since he’s supposed to be dead.

He turns around and Ashlynn gasps. Her hand is back on my arm. "That can’t be," she whispers.

"I’m sorry for the intrusion. But I need to speak to Ashlynn." He looks at me and knits his brows. He doesn’t seem too happy to see me half-naked standing next to Ashlynn.

I lower the gun. "So the rumors are true. You’re not dead."

"That would at least explain the inconsistencies in the police reports." Ashlynn looks at the wall.

"Yes, the rumors are true. I needed a way out and I found it. But you were never supposed to get involved, Ashlynn."

"Then why did she get involved?" I fold my arms across my chest.

Adone’s smile is tight. "A weakness on my part, I’m afraid."

"I don’t understand." Ashlynn looks at me, but for a change I don’t know anymore than her.

"A couple of years ago I met a woman and we had an affair for a while. When our relationship ended she took it badly. Very badly. She stalked me, called me a couple hundred times a day—that sort of behavior. My death wasn’t only supposed to get me out of the crime business, it was also to get rid of her. Unfortunately I told her about Ashlynn. It was only one time, but of course she remembered."

"So, you’re here to ask Ashlynn not to write the book."

"Yeah. And no other unsolved mystery books for that matter. It’s just too dangerous."

I nod. "I agree."

Ashlynn huffs. "Could you two please stop? I can live my life like I want."

"No, you can’t. You’re mine now and I promised to protect you." I glare at her.

Adone walks over to Ashlynn. "God. You look like your mother when you’re angry. The same devilish spark in your eyes."

He wants to touch her, but Ashlynn takes a step back. "What the fuck do you know about my mother?"

"Language, babygirl," I say and get irritated looks from the both of them.

"I’m not here as some criminal stranger to ask you to leave the investigation alone, Ashlynn. I’m here as your father."

That’s an interesting turn of events I didn’t see coming. I scratch my head.

"You’re lying." Her voice is shaking.

"Why would I lie? If I didn’t want that book written I could just kill you. No need for an elaborate lie. But I am indeed your father. Your mother and I agreed that it would be in your own best interest never to meet me. To be honest it broke my heart, but I didn’t want you involved in my lifestyle. No one but your mother and me knew until I told Rose. She knew that if she showed up here and convinced you to look into my death, that she would sooner or later lure me out of my hideaway. I just didn’t expect Ulderico Costa to get involved."

"What about Rose?" I ask.

He looks at me. "She’s been dealt with. I’m just here to make sure that Ashlynn is safe, before I disappear again.

"She is safe."

"Why exactly is she with you?" He frowns. "I know your reputation, Zachary."

Ashlynn clears her throat. "Excuse me. Does anyone here care for my opinion? Like at all?"

"Of course, babygirl."

"We’re leaving," she says and takes my hand. "I’m sorry, but this whole father thing is just a bit much right now."

"Don’t worry." His eyes are soft as he looks at her. "We can pick this up at any time. As long as I know you’re in good…well at least in somewhat decent hands everything is fine. Zachary has the means to contact me, once you are settled. If that is your wish. And I can get you new identities."

"Thanks." I hold out my hand and he shakes it.

"Take care of her."

"I will."

Ashlynn sighs. "So no more unsolved murder books for me?"

"No," he says and I shake my head.

"Well," she shrugs, "I wanted to give dark erotica a try anyways."

"What the hell is dark erotica?" Adone looks at me for some advice.

"I think we probably don’t want to know."

Ashlynn’s smile lights up the whole room. "Probably not. But guess what? From what I’ve heard we have a long drive ahead of us where I can tell you all about it."

The horror must be visible on my face because her father starts laughing. What did I get myself into?

She puts her arms around my waist and looks up at me. It must be her eyes. Those fucking beautiful eyes.

EPILOGUE

ASHLYNN

THREE YEARS LATER

I sit on the porch with a cup of hot cocoa in my hands. The sunrises here are just picture prefect and I can’t get enough of them.

A car approaches and I know it’s Daddy.

Truth is, as beautiful as the sunrises are, I couldn’t sleep without him by my side. He still takes on jobs around the area when my father asks him to. We don’t talk about his work because Daddy prefers it that way.

He approaches the porch with loud steps and stops to look at me. "Couldn’t sleep, babygirl?"

I shake my head. "I missed you."

"Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m back. I brought you something."

"Your dick?" I ask full of hope.

He laughs. "No."

I look into the blue shopping bag he hands me and pull out a teenie-tiny onesie. It says "My Mom writes better smut than yours" in bright pink letters. With a smile I touch my belly. "And if it’s a boy?"

Zachary shrugs. "I know that it will be a girl, pretty and perfect like her mom. I'm gonna have to break so many boys’ legs when she is old enough. I can feel it in my heart. That girl is going to be trouble. Just like you, babygirl."

"I guess she’s lucky that her dad knows how to handle trouble."

Daddy comes closer and picks me up like I still weigh nothing, although I’m seven months pregnant and have gained a bit of weight. "I sure do. Let me show you."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I’m starving." He kicks the door open with his heavy boot and carries me into the bedroom. After he puts me down gently he pushes my nightgown up. "Naughty girl." His hand cups my naked pussy. "My naughty, naughty girl. No panties? Do you need a punishment?"

"No, a reward. This is all about easy access for Daddy, because I’m his good girl."

"Fuck yeah, you are," he growls and presses his mouth on me.

THE END

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