Say You’re Min, page 6
“How would the Adairs have gotten the fortune if I was the sole heir?”
“They were going to breed you for it.” I hiss as I see the letters from her parents in Canada. “They were selling you off to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”
“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails off, and both Sergio and I look at her and the evidence on the table. “Oh god.”
“The fortune was always yours, and if you were proven dead, it all went to charity.” Sergio places another document in front of me and taps it with his finger. “All Iris, sorry, I mean Anna, has to do is go to this bank in Germany and they will scan her fingerprints. Once they verify it’s her, the transaction is complete.”
“This is all crazy.” She puts her head in her hands, and I look over at Sergio. He’s about as good with crying women as I am.
“I’ll leave you two alone to discuss things,” he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll lock up on the way out, but stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” I say and pull Iris into my lap.
“Anytime,” he replies, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye.
As a kid I used to call him “the shadow,” and it’s still true now. Hopefully the next time I see him, it’s under better circumstances.
I feel Iris curl against me and I wrap her up in my arms. “It’s a lot to take in,” I offer, and she nods against my chest. “We’ll stay here one more night.”
She relaxes a little, and I’m glad I made the right call. After getting news like that, I don’t want to take her out on the run again. What I want to do right now is give her pleasure and take her mind off of everything that’s making her feel heavy.
Standing from the table, I cradle her in my arms as I go into the small room and place her in the bed. It’s not big enough for both of us to lie side by side, but I enjoy her sleeping on top of me.
“Is it bedtime?” she asks when I set her down and then reach up to unbutton her shorts.
“Not yet,” I answer, and I see her cheeks heat.
I strip off her shorts and then her pink cotton panties as I kneel down at the edge of the bed. I can see as her lips get wetter when I pull her to the edge of the bed. Without teasing, I bury my face between her thighs and open my mouth over her pussy. She moans and grips my hair as I lick between her little folds. Her pearl is already hard and waiting for me to soften it as she rocks her hips up. Over and over I lick her clit, needing her to get off. I want to put her heart at peace, and if I can’t right now then I’ll do the next best thing.
Pushing two fingers into her makes her legs fall open wider for me. She’s still so fucking tight, but I can probably get another inch of my dick inside of her. What I need more than anything right now is my cum inside of her. Thinking about someone else breeding her made me want to burn this house to ash.
She cums on my fingers a moment later, and while she’s still pulsing, I pull out my cock. I’m on my knees at the edge of the bed, but it’s the perfect height to enter her. Slowly I ease the rounded head of my swollen cock into her. I can feel her kitty clench around it as I push in an extra inch.
“Fuck.” I have to fight to keep it steady as she slowly takes half my cock. That’s as far as I can go right now, and she moans, wiggling for more. “That’s enough.” I rub her clit with my thumb and stare down at how stretched she is. “Too much more and it will hurt you.”
“No it won’t, I promise.” She tries to bear down and take more, but I smack her pussy just a little.
“Be good.” Slowly, I pull out and then slide back in, only to the halfway point. She’s so fucking wet my cock is dripping, and it’s not sure from her release.
With my other hand, I wrap it around the base and move it in time to her pussy, pretending it’s hers. Only my fist isn’t as tight as her cunt. I use her juices to lube up my hand, and the sound of the slick sweetness is almost vulgar. She’s so turned on, it’s smeared on her thighs and there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her hard and deep. She’s not ready, but soon she will be, and until then I’ll have to make this enough.
“Deeper, Daddy,” she says softly, and I pause my thrusts.
“Don’t,” I warn as my cock swells and leaks into her.
She rocks her hips, and her clit rubs against my hand. “Deeper, Daddy,” she says again, but this time she licks her lips.
I clench my teeth but only give her half as I fuck her fast and faster. At this pace, she won’t be able to hold back her orgasm. She shuts her eyes tight and cries out as she cums on my cock. I pin her hips to the bed and empty my own inside of her, still not going deeper into her little pussy.
“Goddamn it,” I curse as more and more of my cum pumps into her.
When she opens her eyes, she has the decency to look at least a little ashamed. “Sorry.” She bites her bottom lip, and I shake my head.
“You’re not sorry at all.” I take my cock out from inside of her and rub it over her clit. I want every last drop of my cum on her. “But soon, little bit, you’ll have all of me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Iris
Looking out the window of the private plane, I realize that my parents did well, but this is a whole other level of money. I’ve never been on a private plane before, and it should be exciting and new. But right now, all I feel is dread because soon enough my whole world is going to change.
Dutch is once again pacing back and forth down the aisle of the plane. Every so often he makes a call or does something on his computer, but I don’t bother to ask. I don’t want him to dodge my questions, or worse, lie.
Last night was wonderful because for a few brief hours I got to forget about everything and everyone except Dutch. Sometimes he would be dirty and crude while he did things to me, but I craved it. He’d make me beg him to cum and then he’d use my body for his pleasure.
Other times it was slow and sweet with a gentle touch as he worshipped my body. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world to him, and I wanted to stay in that moment. The way he took care of me made me feel like he was truly doing it for no other reason than because he wanted to. He didn’t act like he was being paid to be here with me, or that he was in it for the money. Not with how he held me against him while I slept.
Too soon the sun was rising, and it was time for us to leave. For a brief moment I thought about running because I didn’t want to face any of them. Here I thought I had one set of parents doing everything they could to find me, and another set of parents devastated that I was stolen from them. But the truth is I have no one, at least when it’s time for Dutch to leave. Right now he’s all I’ve got, and I’m not ready for it to be over.
I’m not only going to lose my family when this is all said and done, but Dutch too. His mission to deliver me will be completed, and it stings to think of myself as nothing more than a job. He hasn’t given me a reason to think it’s more than that, and I can’t be mad about that either. He made it clear what we are and that I’m his until this is over. Then he’ll be off saving some other girl.
“What’s that face for, little bit? You look like an angry kitten.” He licks his lips, and his eyes eat me up.
The simple action has my body waking up. He has this control over me that I don’t understand. That should scare the crap out of me, but really I want more. I love his dominance because I’m safe there. I don’t have to think about anything other than the pleasure.
“Nothing,” I lie, trying to mask my jealousy at the thought of him taking care of someone else. Do other girls call him Daddy too?
He narrows his eyes on me, and his whole demeanor changes like a switch has been flipped. He stalks towards me, and I try to push back, but there’s nowhere for me to go. I'm on a long sofa Dutch put me on in case I felt like sleeping during the flight. He didn’t take me in the bedroom because he wanted to keep his eyes on me. Does he think I have a parachute hidden somewhere and that I’m trying to escape? I’m starting to realize Dutch is over the top in all aspects of his life, but I can’t say I hate it.
“Do you want to try that again?” I have to lean my head all that way back to meet his eyes. He towers over me, and my breathing starts to grow heavy.
“I’m fine.” I realize my mistake the second the word fine comes out of my mouth.
Dutch is on me in a second, draping me over his lap. He yanks my shorts and panties down my legs before I know what’s happening. I try and wiggle away, but it’s pointless as he slaps my bare ass.
“Stop moving,” he orders. It’s followed by another slap to my bare ass, and I gasp in surprise.
“You hit me.” His hand is now caressing the spot where his hand came down, and a strange tingle lights up through my body. I’m off kilter but not in a bad way. “Are you fucking crazy?”
His hand comes down on me again, and this time it’s harder. The pain shoots straight from my ass to my clit, and my shout turns into a moan of unexpected pleasure.
“Watch your fucking mouth, little bit,” he growls, slipping his hand down the crack of my ass and to my sex.
“That’s not fair,” I huff. How come he gets to curse all he wants and I don’t? I try and wiggle away again, but his fingers press into my clit and rub small circles.
“Your cunt is enjoying your spanking.”
“Yes.” I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with him or the pleasure he’s giving me right now. I try to lift my backside, but he pulls his hand away. It comes down on my ass again, and I cry out.
“I said to stop moving.”
I go completely still in his lap and obey his order. What the hell is happening to me?
“I think you need someone to take care of you, and you’re fucking pushing me to see if I’m up to the challenge.”
“That’s ridiculous.” My heart is pounding so hard I’m almost positive he can hear it.
“Is that so?” he says before he lands another smack to my ass.
“Daddy!” I shout, my nails digging into his calf so that I’m hanging on. I don’t know why that word keeps popping out of my mouth when I get all worked up.
His hand comes down again and again without a break, and instead of hating it, my entire body is aching.
“Please, Daddy, please.” I don’t beg him to stop, but to make me cum.
He sits me up and pulls my shirt and bra off, leaving me naked in his lap. I can see where my sex had been resting on his thigh because of the giant wet spot on his jeans. He grips my chin.
“You don’t keep things from me.”
I nod in agreement. “I’m sorry,” I say, hating the disappointment in his eyes.
“Prove it,” he orders, releasing my chin. “Get on your knees.” I slip off his lap and kneel in front of him. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come down your pretty throat. I don’t care if you’re choking on it or that flight attendant comes back in here. You keep sucking because all that matters to you now is pleasing me.”
I love everything he said except the part about the flight attendant.
“You want her to see you?” I glare up at him.
“She won’t see anything if your mouth is wrapped around my cock like it’s supposed to be. If anything, she’ll realize this cock is yours to take care of. No one else’s.” Oh god. What is he doing to me?
I watch as he pulls his jeans down a bit before his cock springs free. I’m so worked up the second it’s out of his pants I have my mouth wrapped around him. The sweet saltiness of him lights up my world.
“You're greedy for Daddy in your mouth.” His hand grips my hair and pulls me free. “You want this cock all to yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises before he guides me by my hair back to his hard length.
I dig my nails into his legs as I suck him all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a few times before I start to get the hang of it, but his groans of approval make me more than eager.
“Ready for your reward, little girl?” I moan around his cock. “Fuck, I can’t hold back.”
A loud groan comes from him as he spills deep down my throat. I don't stop sucking, wanting every last drop as I circle the head with my tongue, making sure I get it all. I try taking him all the way in my mouth again, but he pulls me up onto the sofa. I really am greedy for him.
He bends me over onto my knees with my ass high in the air.
“I love my mark on you.” He rubs the cheeks of my ass while I’m open and ready for him.
“Daddy, please. I need you.”
“I’ve got you.” His hands leave me, and I want to cry out, but then his mouth is there.
I look down between my thighs, seeing he came up through them, and I rock against his face. I push myself down into his mouth as he greedily eats me. I’m already so close, but I fight it, not wanting this to ever end. But there is no holding back when his fingers take over my clit as he licks all the way down my slit. His tongue presses into the tight ring at my backside, and I scream out, coming undone. Black spots dance in my eyes as the orgasm takes me, and everything in my body lets go. I’m limp and weak, but when I finally come to, I see I’m in Dutch’s lap. He’s holding me close as he brushes his thumb back and forth against my lips.
“You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of,” he says, and I kiss the pad of his thumb.
The overhead speaker comes on, and the flight attendant begins to speak. It reminds me that he gave an order for no one to disturb us when we’d gotten on board. I guess I’d forgotten that in the heat of the moment.
“We will be landing soon. Did you need anything else, Mr. Dutch?” the lady asks.
“No.” He keeps his eyes trained on me. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dutch
The bank in Germany is unlike any of the ones I’ve been to before. I’ve got my own fortune amassed over years of taking dangerous jobs and good investments. But this bank is for royalty. I never considered Iris to be that until now, and it suits her. There is something regal about the way she moves, and I want her to be on my arm.
If it wasn’t obvious before, the more time we spend together, the more I know we’ll never be apart. I’m not sure the moment I fell in love with her, but I think it might have been the first time I saw her. Those golden eyes entranced me, and I’ve been under her spell ever since. Maybe she’s not royalty; maybe she’s a witch.
It doesn’t matter what title she’s given, she’ll always be my little bit. My feisty kitten that likes to show her claws while she rolls on her back and lets me pet her. She’s taken me by surprise in the best way possible and turned my world upside down. Since we left the train, I’ve been making moves, and after she signs these documents, it will be time to bind us together forever.
As I hold her hand, we climb the marble stairs to the large iron doors ahead. They open silently on their own as we step into the marble atrium. An older woman dressed in a black suit comes over and holds out her hand.
“You must be Anna Dian. I’m Ivanna and I’ll be assisting you today.” She turns to me and smiles. “And you must be Dutch.”
She inclines her head but makes no move to shake my hand. I can’t blame her; most people are afraid to shake hands with someone as large as I am. Hearing Iris called Anna is strange, but I guess it doesn’t matter. To me she will always be little bit or my little girl.
Ivanna leads us to a private office nearby and closes the door behind us. On the table in the middle of the room are open documents for Iris to sign.
“Dutch has done the work of providing your information beforehand, and we’ve since prepared everything for you. All we’ll need now is fingerprints and a signature.” Ivanna takes out a tablet and taps on it a few times.
She holds it out, and Iris places her hand on the glass and we wait. After only a moment it turns green, and a soft chime indicates the acceptance.
“We will use this as your digital signature, but we’ll need one on our documents here as well.” She hands Iris a pen, and I watch as Iris turns to me.
“I’ve never signed this name before. I’m not sure how.” Her smile is nervous, and I nod to her encouragingly.
“You won’t need it for long. You’ll have mine soon enough.” Iris looks at me with wide eyes, and her mouth forms a perfect O. I feel myself do something I haven’t done in a long time as I smile at her. “Sign them, my love, and let’s be on our way.”
She scrolls the name across the pages in all the right places exactly where it needs to go. Once it’s done and the pages are spread out on the table, I turn to Ivanna.
“Is that all?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yes, that’s it. Congratulations, Anna, and best wishes to you both.”
“Leave us and see that the door is secured,” I say, and she bows her head as she walks out of the room and locks the door behind her.
“What are you doing? I thought we were leaving?” Iris says as she looks past me and then back into my eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you right here on top of this paperwork.” I stalk towards her, and she backs away from me until her ass hits the tall table.
“Dutch, we can’t do it here.” She licks her lips as she tries to deny me, and I shake my head.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the table. “What you just signed means you’re free of your family. Both of them.”
“But I thought you were supposed to deliver me, and then we were done.”
I push her knees apart and move between them. “You and I will never be done.” I reach under her skirt and run my knuckles across the damp patch of her panties. “You’re mine forever, and no one is going to take that away. I meant what I said when I told you you’re getting my last name. Our next stop is the church. I want a priest to seal our vows while my cum is still fresh inside you.”
