SWNOVELS Fight Me, Daddy: Chapter 6
Logan
He really was a sick bastard. With any other target, he would have put a gun to their head to force them to talk then retrieved the package and been long gone. There was just something about Chloe. She was an intoxicating contradiction, both wicked and innocent. Clever as a whip, she had managed to outwit an entire division of detectives and escape with a package worth more than all the cocaine in New Orleans to his client. From the moment he had started tracking her…learning about her…he had become intrigued. A brutal childhood, a dick for a boyfriend, no education beyond high school; any combination of those three would have been enough to drive an ordinary woman into the gutter. Drugs, drink, prostitution…pick your poison.
But not his Chloe. His Chloe. Yeah, she was his now. He had claimed her before he had even set eyes on her.
Despite the brutality of her early life, she’d chosen a career creating beautiful objects. She collected dolls. Her Netflix account was filled with Disney movies. She wore Hello Kitty panties. Yet, despite the delight she took in childish pursuits, there was still a restless darkness which lurked behind her eyes. A darkness that called to him. He wanted to see that darkness; to taste it on her tongue; to feel her tremble with it as he pushed his cock inside her. He wanted it all…every bit of her. The innocence and the darkness. He wanted to be the one to possess; to dominate her…to break her. To bring out her demons, so she would have no choice but to turn to him for protection from the very monsters he created inside her soul.
Yeah, he was a sick bastard, but he had no intention of relenting. Her fate was sealed the moment she became his target. His prey. He was enjoying this too much to stop now.
Tilting her chin back, he looked into her large, confused eyes. “You didn’t think I would forget that you lied to me again?”
Her eyes lowered, trying to shut him out. It was no use…he was already in.
Placing his hands on her slim shoulders, he pushed down, forcing her to her knees. His back blocked the worst of the shower stream from hitting her in the face, but droplets still formed on her eyelashes and cheeks.
“Haven’t you humiliated me enough?”
“Oh, I’ve only just begun.”
Fisting his cock, he rubbed the bulbous tip along her lower lip. “Say you want to suck Daddy’s cock.”
Her eyes narrowed as she shot him a stubborn glare.
Using his free hand to fist her hair, he repeated his command.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said. Her jaw clenched tight. The words barely legible.
He gave her wet locks a sharp tug.
Getting his silent message, she reluctantly repeated, “I want to suck Daddy’s cock.”
Taking a step closer till his feet pressed in on either side of her thighs, Logan tilted his cock upwards, rubbing the sensitive underside against the cute tip of her nose.
“Does it make you feel like a dirty girl when I make you call me Daddy?”
He could not tell if it was tears or water droplets that streamed down her cheeks. Her face was so beautifully expressive. He could see her struggling. Struggling to fight her response to his rough handling.
“Yes,” she whispered. He could barely hear her over the rush of the shower.
“Louder. Tell Daddy how your cunt clenched when I forced you to your knees. How deep down you want me to force those lying lips of yours open. Force you to accept my cock.”
“Please don’t make me,” she whimpered.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Say ‘Daddy please force your cock down my throat’.”
He waited, watching her eyes closely. Watching the storm in their dark gray depths. Watching as the darkness clouded them over.
“Daddy, please force your cock down my throat.”
“Good girl. Now open up.”
He pushed the head past her lips, groaning when he felt the slight sharp edge of her teeth on the underside. He watched her struggle as he pushed deeper. Her lips stretched thin around the thick shaft. He felt the kiss of air on his skin as she tried to suck in a breath from the corners of her mouth around his cock. Pushing his fingers into her wet hair, he applied steady pressure on the back of her head.
“That’s it, babygirl. Open your throat up. Open it. Take it down, nice and slow.”
Ignoring her chokes and gasps, he thrust his hips forward. Closing his eyes, he savored the sense of absolute power as the tip of his cock pushed against the back of her tight throat. With her hands still handcuffed behind her back, she was completely at his mercy. Putting more pressure on the back of her head, he forced her to swallow another two inches till he could feel the tip of her nose touch his abdomen. She started to struggle. From his vantage point, he could see her fingers spasm and clench as she pulled against the metal manacles on her wrists, desperate to free her hands so she could push him off.
Gripping her hair, he pulled her off his cock, tilting her head back as he leaned down. “What are doing right now, little girl?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Sucking Daddy’s cock.”
“You want Daddy to punish you for being a bad girl? You want Daddy to choke you with his cock. Force it deep?”
“Yes, Daddy. Choke me. Make me pay. Make it hurt.”
Placing both hands on either side of her face, he pushed his cock back in. This time thrusting his hips. Using her mouth. Instinctively knowing she needed this punishment. Needed him to punish her. Needed the pain.
They both needed it.
As he felt his balls tighten, Logan ground out, “Swallow every fucking drop of Daddy’s cum,” before he shot it down her throat with a roar.
After removing the handcuffs, he dried her off and wrapped her snugly in a large towel. Lifting her into his arms, Logan carried her into the bedroom. Without asking her opinion, he searched through her closet as she sat motionless on the bed. He found an adult onesie with covered feet. It was pink with cute rabbit ears on the hoodie. Unwrapping the towel, he knelt in front of her to place her feet in the onesie.
“Wait. I need panties.” Her voice was soft and small sounding.
“No you don’t.” He pulled the onesie up over her legs. “Scoot that cute ass of yours up.”
He was pleased to see her obey without argument. Allowing him one last look at her full breasts, he zipped the onesie up. Once again, he gathered her into his arms and carried her into the kitchen. Placing her on a stool at the island, he admonished, “One false move and I will strip off that onesie and force you to sit there naked and handcuffed. You understand, baby?”
She nodded yes.
Damn she looked adorable. Her cheeks were still flushed from her punishment. Her eyes large and bright. All cuddled up in pink fuzzy fabric.
Tearing his gaze away, he opened the fridge. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and he was fairly certain she had missed her dinner.
“Seriously? All you have in here are old Chinese food containers. There isn’t a single vegetable or even a carton of milk.” He opened the freezer. Pulling out the sole bag found there, he turned a sardonic look on her. “Frozen chicken nuggets. All you have in your freezer is a single bag of frozen chicken nuggets. This is no way to eat, little girl.”
Chloe shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really cook.”
He felt it again. This strange tug-of-war inside his chest. A dual need to both punish and protect her. He was really getting into this whole Daddy-thing.
Logan pulled out a carton of eggs, some butter and a packet of cheese he found in the crisper. After rooting around for a pan, he set to work making them omelets.
“Are you going to tell me who you are working for?”
“No.”
“Will you tell me how I became a target?”
“You already know how. You have something they want. I’ve been hired to get it back…by any means necessary.”
“So this…all…this….is you just messing with me until I tell you what you want to know? Until your client gets whatever Chad was looking for back.”
He could hear the vulnerability in her voice. For a moment, he thought about lying to her, telling her it was all just a game to break her, but that was not how he operated. He was always straight with people. Even people he killed. He never lied about his intentions. It wasted his time and just added insult to injury.
“No. Trust me, baby. This is no game. Whether you asked for it or not, you are caught up in a dangerous mess.”
As he flipped the omelets, he hazarded a glance over his shoulder. She was pulling on the cuff of her onesie pajamas, averting her eyes.
“You could always just leave. Tell them you couldn’t find me. Couldn’t find it.”
He pulled two plates down from the cupboard. “Can’t do that.”
She turned pleading eyes up to him. “Why not?”
“Because I always find my targets. Because I’ve never not finished a job. Because if it wasn’t me, they’d send someone worse.”
“Worse than you?” she brazenly quipped.
He placed a plate and fork in front of her. Spearing a piece of omelet with his fork, he laughed. “Hell yeah. They could send someone with a smaller cock who couldn’t cook.” He gave her a seductive wink before opening his mouth and swallowing a buttery bite of egg.
She pushed the omelet around her plate. Finally, she said in a hesitant voice, “I really don’t know what you’re looking for, and you don’t seem inclined to tell me whatever it is anyway. I doubt it is here. I didn’t take anything of Chad’s with me when I left Louisiana.”
“I know.”
Her fork clattered as she dropped it on the plate. She threw up her arms in disgust. “Then why? Why are you holding me captive? Why are you punishing me? Why don’t you just leave?”
He walked around the island till he faced her. Placing an arm around her back and one under her knees, he picked her up. Switching positions, he sat on the high-backed stool and placed her on his lap. Picking up the fork, he broke off a piece of her untouched omelet. Holding it up to her lips, he smiled when she stubbornly turned her face away. “Open your mouth, or I will put you back on your knees and give you something else to swallow.”
Her cheeks burned a brighter shade of pink as she reluctantly turned and opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her.
“I am holding you captive because, while I believe you don’t know what it is my client is after, I don’t believe you don’t know where it might be.”
Chloe averted her eyes.
He took hold of her chin to force her to face him again. Applying a small amount of pressure to her jaw, she opened her mouth to receive another bite.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this Daddy-thing, he thought as his cock began to swell from the pressure of her bottom on his lap and the sight of her opening her mouth to receive food from him.
“I’m punishing you because, not only do you deserve it, you want it. You like the pain. You like when I bend you to my will. Face it, baby. You are a dark and twisted soul. You killed a man without batting one pretty eyelash, but that kind of coldness leaves a black mark. It’s an energy that swirls inside you, destroying you if you don’t let it out. Don’t give it an outlet. I’m that outlet for you. I’m both your demon and your demon slayer, and I’m not leaving because I’m not finished with you yet.”
From her position nestled on his lap, he could feel her body shiver from his words.
“Now. How do you thank me for making dinner?”
“Thank you…Daddy,” she said with only slightly feigned sweetness.