Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
The way the flush creeps up her chest and she shivers, I’d say that’s a yes.
“Mom said you were a horrible man.”
I offer a shrug. “I wasn’t so horrible when I saved her. Protected her. Married her to keep you both safe. But none of that matters to me. There’s only one thing you should know. To you, I’ll be God.”
She rolls her eyes as I step her way, scooting around the pair of white chairs, trailing a hand along the back of the matching ten-foot white sofa. I had the entire place redecorated in the last week. I wanted everything new and white.
When I found out about her talking to that FBI fucker, coupled with the numbers coming in from her doctor, I put my plan into action. It was the perfect storm and I am here to ride it out come what may.
I want every white surface filthy with what I will do to her. Forever, I will remember how I took my stepdaughter on every piece of furniture and up against every white wall, making her dirty against the pure white backdrop of this, our honeymoon suite, so to speak.
“So, you think you’re going to be able to keep me here forever?” Her chest rises and falls as she eyes me, a flicker of something passing over her face when her gaze gets to my crotch where my dick is tenting out my slacks like a thick log of petrified wood.
“Of course. Well, maybe not here all the time. That would be silly. We will go other places, Bijou,” I shake my head, “but if you are entertaining the idea that I will ever let you go, you shouldn’t.”
“I’ll run. Any chance I get.”
Her twined hands clasp onto each other as I sigh, her fingers lacing together, knuckles white. She worries her bottom lip before her shoulders fall in defeat.
The beast inside me roars. “God, I hope so. Anytime you run it will end with my dick inside you somewhere, baby. That, you can count on. Now, we’re wasting time. I have a big afternoon planned for us.”
I close the space between us, but she stands her ground but doesn’t bolt again. Part of me is disappointed, but the practical part knows we have things to do and a schedule to keep.
“Please—” she starts as I tug my knife out, her eyes turning round.
“Pull up your dress and turn around.” I urge her to comply with a flick of the blade toward her hands. “Do as you are told and I’ll untie your hands. I’m not an unreasonable man, Bijou. I will reward you for good behavior, but I will also punish you when you disobey.”
Her fingers twitch, and I give her a moment as I lean down to bury my face against her neck. Her hair is a tangled mess, highlighted with mud as well as a few sprigs of dried grass and small leaves. I breathe her in, my dick throbbing as the urge to sink inside her and set my seed home burns in my veins.
“Lift. It. Up,” I order. “Do as Daddy says,” I add, letting her know who I will be for her from this day forward.
That seems to unlock her from her frozen state. Her quivering fingers pinch the ruffled hem of her dirty white dress and lift, exposing her bare pussy the hush of dark curls just decorating the top of her mound.
I run the point of the knife down her sternum, hearing her draw a shaky breath.
“You did what you were told,” I say, tapping the flat of the blade on top of her breast. “Thata girl. That earns you a reward.”
I rub the cold steel point over the fabric circling one of her hard nipples, while I work the knot of my tie around her wrists, freeing them.
“Thank you,” she sighs on a tired exhale.
“Now, bend over, don’t put your dress down. I want to see that pussy and ass on display for me. You’ve been holding that pussy hostage from me long enough. Now it’s mine to do as I please. You like showing off for your dad, don’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, but leans over, exposing herself. The thin bloodied cut I left there reminds me I have so many things to do before our guest arrives.
I lay my hand on the small of her back as her fingers clench around the ruffle of her skirt. “Stay still.”
My mouth waters as I stare at her soft, white skin, aiming the tip of the blade at the top of the small slice I left earlier.
“Wait, don’t…” she pleads, her body quivering, but things have to be done, and marking her as mine will come in many forms.
“I said, be still.” There’s no comfort in my voice. Sometimes gentleness is not the way. In time, she will learn both sides of me have their place in how I will love her.