Obey, page 5
“It hurts, Daddy.” Tears leak down my face, and my brain feels fuzzy.
His hand wraps around my throat. “I need you to be extra good and not move; let me take what I need. Let me hurt you so good and dirty.” I can only nod as his hand compresses, fingers meeting at the nape of my neck, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Everything is blindingly painful. Lights burst behind my lids, my breasts grow heavy and swollen, the peaks feeling like they might explode at any moment.
“Does my princess want more? Need more of Daddy’s pain?” His words light a fire inside, and I scratch at him, claw at his flesh. Moisture floods us as I see I’ve drawn blood across his chest. A solid wall of muscle that makes me feel so tiny, and I hurt him. “My sweet kitten has claws.” His devilish grin fills with a threatening promise I don’t know how to interpret.
Drawing the tip of one finger down the crimson line, I bring it to my mouth, and he pauses as he withdraws from me, just his tip resting inside. Using my finger, I swipe it across my lips as if it were lipstick.
“Fuck, princess,” he grunts. “Lick it off. Taste my life.” Nervous, I feel myself pulse around him before I do. The tangy metallic explodes on my tongue, and mini fireworks implode within me.
“Cum slut, blood slut, what’s your preference?” He’s so damn cocky.
Tilting my head to the side, the hand around my throat opens so I can catch a full breath, then slaps closed and pulls me up. My body bends in a way I’ve never done before.
His lips slam over mine, biting and sucking until we’re both gasping for breath. “Well?” he prompts.
“Can’t I have both, Daddy?” I smile blissfully up at him, playing on my innocence because I know he loves it.
“Fuck,” he groans, not answering as he slams his hips so hard it feels like his dick is going to pop out of my mouth. Screaming against his lips, he swallows it down, and I think…
“Oh god, there!” He does it again and again. He doesn’t stop. Not as I cry, scream, or beg for something I know nothing about.
There’s a popping sensation deep inside, and suddenly, my entire body explodes with such incredible sensitivity that I can’t breathe. Bright lights flash, and I think I space out before satisfaction wraps me in a tight bubble so I can’t differentiate the pain and pleasure any more. It all mingles, and the only thing I want is more.
“That’s a good girl.” Adonis’ voice penetrates my blissful fog, and my body goes limp. He releases my neck and watches as I flop back onto the mattress. “Gonna let Daddy use this beautiful body now? This pussy is going to eat up all my cum, and you, my sweet little girl, are going to grow us the most beautiful baby on the planet.”
I can only nod my head in agreement. I wasn’t planning on having children so soon, but it’s inevitable with Adonis. He’s so virile, so savage. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll complete precisely what he’s set out to do.
Flipping me over, he shoves a pillow under my hips, grabs my hands behind my back, and thrusts in deep. I scream into the sheets, and he chuckles. Draping his body over top of me, Adonis impales me further, slamming me with the force of a wrecking ball.
“Perfection,” he whispers in my ear. “Daddy’s going to come so deep inside you.” I hope so. I’m so lost in the thrill of his body that I come two more times before I feel him let go and hear his shout of release.
His heated life force warms me from the inside out, stealing another orgasm from my core. This one is sweeter, however. It’s soft and rolls through me. It warms my heart and soul as we come down together.
“God, do you even know how perfect you are?” He rolls us to the side, kissing my shoulder and the back of my neck as he sweeps my hair away.
“That was everything I’ve ever dreamed of, Daddy.” Stretching out against his body, he’s still rock hard against my back.
“Did I hurt you?” His tone is unconcerned. He knows I wanted it; he knows he hurt me. He knows I want it so much again. Over and over.
“So good,” I whisper, glancing over at him.
Lifting my chin, his gaze roams over my throat. “Beautiful.” He draws a finger down the column, and I can imagine bruises there. Bite marks as well. “Until you, I never dreamed of hurting a woman during sex. Never would have if you hadn’t asked me for it, either.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, guilt swamping me, and I try to pull away, but Adonis doesn’t let me.
“No, princess, don’t apologize, and don’t fucking pull away from me.” His arms wrap around me, pinning me to his chest. “This, us, what we just did, was like being reborn again.” I peek over at him to see his eyes blazing with need. “I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s Daddy, not like I’m yours. Taking care of you, treating you like the precious gem you are, calls to my soul in such a way that is ten times more gratifying than I’ve ever felt.”
“It is?” My lip pouts, enjoying that I give that to him.
“Oh yeah, my girl.” His mouth meets mine; our tongues touch, and I feel myself growing wet again. “Not yet, sweetheart. Daddy needs to take care of that pussy before I pound it again.” His eyebrows wiggle, making me smile. I never would have thought he’d be playful. “I have some research to do on the things you want, but, baby, once I’ve got it figured out, you’re in for one hell of an awakening.”
Rolling to face him, our bodies touch, his chest hair tickles my nipples, and his hardness prods at my stomach. I feel so tiny in his arms. I feel safe. Glancing at the marks on his chest, I lean forward and lick them, taking the round disk of his nipple between my teeth and biting lightly. Adonis hisses as he glares down at me.
“Playing with fire here, princess.” His hand flexes on my hip.
Smiling up at him, I share my own confession. “I like to read all kinds of books, but I really enjoy the spicy ones. It’s how I knew that when you called me little girl the first time, you wanted to be my Daddy. To love me, protect me, treat me like your own little princess.” My body purrs to life as he rubs his hand along my side. “I like that we’re not conventional. Not…normal. I need this thing we have. I never knew I did, but I do, and it comforts me that you do too.” Tilting my chin up, he drops a kiss across my lips.
“I feel the same way, sweetness.” I nod at him as he continues. “I saw you outside that bank and knew immediately you belonged to me.”
“I’m not an object,” I retort, only to tease him, but he takes me seriously and rolls on top of me.
“You are much more precious than any fucking object ever could be.” Wrapping me up tight in his arms, I hiss when he enters me again. “You sensitive, princess?” I nod, not caring how raw I feel or about anything else but the pleasure Adonis wants to give me. “Good. Means you know Daddy’s been here, owns this tight little cunt of yours and nobody else.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Lifting my legs, I cradle him in my body as he moves, capturing my lips with his as he rocks gently. He’s so big and bulky that I feel everything—the plump veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.
He gave me rough and painful the first time, exactly like I asked for, and nothing less. Now, he’s making love to me, showing me how important I am to him as his little girl.
My eyes close as he moves slow and deep, his thrusts soft and not at all like the pounding from earlier. My body is primed for the ecstasy he’s working to give me.
“Mmmm, Adonis…Daddy…that feels so good.” As much as I love his praise, I love giving it to him, also.
“Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Your pussy hurts, and still, you give Daddy this special gift.” Kissing my closed lids, his lips land on my forehead, and something inside me snaps. My body explodes, and I cry, really cry, overwhelmed with the emotion of our coupling.
“It’s too much,” I whisper against his neck, licking up the salty sweat coming off him.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s there, right…fucking…there…” He growls like a wild animal as hot jets of cum shoot into me, and his body tenses, continuing to explode inside of mine. “Oh, princess, you are such a good girl for Daddy. Absolutely flawless.”
His lips caress the surface of my face as I lie limp in his embrace. I cry out when he pulls out of me this time, too sensitive to even close my legs.
“I’ll be right back, Soren.” Adonis kisses my forehead again before slipping from the bed. He’s not gone long before I hear the sound of bath water and smell the scent of lavender.
I don’t move as he returns, pushing the blankets off my sweat-soaked body and lifting me into his arms. “Daddy’s going to take care of you, princess.”
“Mmkay, Daddy.” I’m languid in his arms as he gently places me in the soothing, tepid water of the bath. Eyes heavy, I let him pamper me—wash me, bathe me, gently massage my sex, rubbing the pain away until sleep takes me under.
CHAPTER 9
Adonis
She’s a fucking goddess.
My girl. My little, sweet girl is remarkably flawless.
Daddy’s girl.
Neither of us had any idea this was what would happen between us. I’d been worried about hurting her at first, despite her begging me to, but holy fuck, the way she looked and felt when I did. Glimpsing the bruises on her body from my hands, my fingers, my teeth, it makes my cock so hard it hurts.
Drawing the blanket up her exhausted body, I crack the window, letting fresh air filter in before moving to the door. Unlocking it, I’m unsurprised to see Blue lying on the floor. “Go on, then,” I tell him.
He snarls at me with less heat than the first time we met and waltzes in like he owns the place. Jumping up on the bed, he cuddles up at Soren’s feet. Leaving her to rest, I make my way downstairs. The house is quiet; even Zak is out of sight, so I head to my office. I need to check on a new round of fighters that should have been submitted this morning and touch base with the lawyer about this asshole detective hounding my girl.
“Finally came up for air.” My eyes flick up to see Zak leaning against the doorjamb, appearing far more relaxed than he is.
“She needs her rest.” Logging into my computer, I wait for it to finish booting up.
“Sounded like she may have lost her voice.” His lips tilt up on one side.
“Had to make a point.” The sooner everyone knows who she belongs to, the better.
Entering the room, he closes the doors behind him. “Fighters look good.”
Opening my email, I read over each man's stats—six in total—and it’s the last one that draws my attention.
“Fury Calder. Man seems like he just might have what it takes.” Opening an old video of a previous fight, I’m quickly impressed. His opponent is nearly twice his size, but he KO’d him in less time than it takes to inhale and exhale. “I want to see him take on the other guys one after the other.”
“You think he’ll last?” Zak cocks his head, contemplating his question.
“To be my top fighter, yeah, I do.” For years, I’ve sponsored a local MMA group—one of my more legitimate businesses. However, my most lucrative performer at the moment is getting older, feeling his injuries. It’s time he retires, and he’s more than earned the right, too. Now, he’ll train the new guys, work them every bit as hard as he worked himself, and in no time, Fury will be the best of the best. He’ll be the one everyone is betting on and making me a shit ton of money.
“I’ve got a meeting at the arena in an hour,” Zak comments. “Need anything before I go?” I shake my head as I read through an email from my lawyer. Anger ignites my blood, and I’m ready to fucking kill this detective.
Picking up the phone, I make a call. “I want his fuckin’ badge.”
“Figured you might.” Trent has been loyal to me for years, so I’m confident he’ll do what I ask and more. “I’ve got a meeting with the Deputy Commissioner in the morning. If Detective Ferguson doesn’t back off within forty-eight hours of his warning, I’ll gun for his job.”
“Twenty-four. And if there’s contact of any kind with Soren, I want his head on a fucking platter and delivered to the commissioner as a message. We clear?” I hang up before he’s able to respond.
Standing up, I intend to go find food for Soren so I can replenish her before ravaging her again. Shutting the computer back down, I go into the kitchen and find Sally stirring something in a large pot that smells delicious.
“Whatchya making?” Leaning over, I inhale deeper, and she shoves me away.
“Not yet, young man. It’s not ready.” There’s a grin on her face. She’s the only other woman in my life that I have any affection for.
“Yeah, yeah, you always say that, but you give me a taste anyway.” I wink down at her before going to the fridge to see what she’s got whipped up in there.
“Time to feed the young lady?” she snickers.
“Yup.” I grin, feeling happier than I have been in years.
“Any chance I’ll get to spend a second with her before you whisk her away again? I assume she’s to be permanent in the house.” She doesn’t pose this as a question, which is good because it's facts, no matter how you look at it.
“Later, maybe.” I smirk as she scowls at me. Snatching a wrapped tray of freshly washed and cut fruit as well as a couple of bottles of water, I head back up to my girl.
“Dinner will be soon!” Sally calls after me.
I’m just about to take a step up the stairs when I hear the buzzer for the front gate. Zak exits the security office next to the front door with a look of disgust on his face. “Better get dressed, boss.”
Cursing inwardly, I wonder if murder is an option. “Who is it?”
His radio squawks as he responds, “Her father.”
I stiffen. “He doesn’t enter the house until I’m back down here.” Taking the stairs two at a time, I quietly enter the room. Blue lifts his head, but Soren is exactly how I left her. Fucked into a coma. Precisely how I’ll keep her for the foreseeable future.
Placing the water and fruit on the settee, I write a quick note in case she wakes up, letting her know I’m downstairs and I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Deciding to only slip into a pair of dress pants, I leave the shirt off and my feet bare. He needs to know sooner or later, and this will show him he’s intruding. Closing the door quietly behind me and striding down the stairs, I find Zak with a hand on the doorknob, raising a brow.
“He’s going to learn soon enough. She’s not leaving here, Zak.” I stare him down until he nods.
“Understood, boss.” Answering the door, we step outside, leaving the heavy oak panel open behind me. Arms crossed, I watch as Matthew Chambers exits his car, two bodyguards accompanying him. Fucking wuss.
His eyes watch me as he climbs the steps to my house one at a time. The leisurely stroll tells me all I need to know. He’s here for something other than his daughter.
“Mr. Lorde?” His gaze zeroes in on Zak, probably because he’s impeccably dressed, and I look like the lazy help who can’t be bothered to dress.
“Right here,” I grunt.
“Oh, well…oh.” This man is a bit of a pussy as I’d guessed.
“How can I help you, Mr. Chambers?”
“You have my daughter.” That’s stating the obvious. I slide one hand across my chest, bringing his attention to the dried blood from my girl’s claw marks.
“Indeed, I do.” Naked and ready to fuck, if not for this interruption.
“Well, I, uhm, I didn’t approve of this…matching. She’s promised to another. Her wedding date is set.” He doesn’t sound so sure.
“She told me that.” I nod. “After I rescued her from the dogged detective that’s been harassing her.” My implication is clear. I protected her, he didn’t.
“Yes, well, she was involved in a bank robbery. There are questions to be answered.” Not an ounce of concern in his voice.
“I’m well aware; I was there. Shot twice while protecting her. Because she was a victim. Not involved, as you say.” This man is even worse than I believed.
“Daddy?” Her soft voice washes over me like a mild gust of wind.
“Yes, princess?” With the way her arms wrap around me from behind, I know she doesn’t notice her father here with us. The man before me pales as he realizes what she called me.
“I woke up, and you were gone. I was hoping to get on my knees for you.” I drag her around in front of me at her seductive tone.
“Little girl, you can suck Daddy’s dick any time you like.” Winking down at her, I kiss the side of her neck. “But we have company.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen at the realization. She turns her head, and I see her face pale. “Father.” There’s fear in her voice, and that pisses me the fuck off.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” I snap, uncaring of anything else right now.
“Me?” Chambers shouts at me. “What about her? A fucking whore!”
Zak slips his pistol into my hand. “Be careful of how you address my girl.” It’s the only warning he’ll receive. I’m not above killing him for insulting her.
“What the fuck have you done to her? Calling you Daddy? That’s disgusting!”
Soren’s sharp inhale tells me everything I need to know.
Cupping her jaw, I tilt her head so I can see her tear-filled eyes. “Sweet girl, go on inside. Sally’s in the kitchen cooking something delicious, and she’s looking forward to spending time with you.” Her head nods, but that’s not enough for me. Meeting Chambers’ stare, I demand from Soren, “Give Daddy a kiss.” She hesitates, and her cheeks flush, pissing me off further, but I wait for her to make the choice on her own.
“Yes, Daddy.” Something solidifies in her spine as she raises to meet my lips. The kiss is chaste, over before it’s begun.
“Good girl, now go on.” Tapping her ass as she walks past me, I watch until she disappears. Gently closing the door behind her so she doesn’t hear what I’m about to say and do.
