I grunted a nondescript response at her. I couldn’t deal with her sneering face right now. I walked past the dining room and headed toward my study, but before I could disappear into it, she popped out behind me.
Long, carefully coiffed blonde hair framing her face, she was a picture of old wealth with those high cheekbones and her white Chanel cocktail dress.
I couldn’t even look her in the eye.
“Is she settling in alright?” she asked me with a casual smile, like we were talking about a new pet puppy.
“She’ll be fine,” I told her, cutting the conversation short.
“Don’t forget that we need to plan that luncheon,” she yelled after me with a bored tone as I closed the door to my study, every muscle in my body rigid with irritation.
It was only when my gaze met the wall across from my wide, mahogany desk that I could catch my breath and calm down. The walls were covered with pictures of Lily.
I could barely believe I finally had the real thing.
And she was all mine.
Four
Lily
I hated it when he was around, but I almost hated it more when he left me to myself like this. Rage bubbled right under my surface, threatening to spill over like hot molten lava. The worst part was being alone, sending shivers down my spine and making me panic, thinking he would never come back.
But being left alone with my thoughts was horrible too, wondering and killing myself over the image of Law with some other woman. I didn’t know where he went off to when he left, but I had this feeling he had someone else, someone who didn’t know about me and someone who shared his bed during the night. I hated her already, my body burning up with anger whenever I thought about the mysterious woman.
I’d only seen him once so far, and I had no idea how long I’d been alone for. There were no windows in the cellar, no way to tell what the time was without a clock or a watch. I hated it. Hated being so fucking dependent on this man who had by all means kidnapped me, and had so far shown zero remorse or desire to release me.
So when I heard the door to the cellar opening again, I got as excited as I did scared. My instinct was to crawl closer to him as soon as he came through, the chain around my ankle preventing me from running or standing up straight. I needed to be comforted, to know he’d take care of me and not just forget he’d locked me in the darkness.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he said in a singsong voice, fucking mocking and making me grit my teeth angrily. He chuckled to himself, a low and evil sound coming from deep in his throat.
Our eyes connected, me on the floor, kneeling like a fucking pet for him to play with, and Law standing over me, dominant and demanding, ready to do anything he wanted with me.
“Crawl closer,” he told me, setting down a tray of food on the wooden table in the corner. I didn’t move, and his expression darkened, like a cloud looming over his handsome features. “I said fucking crawl, babygirl.”
“Fuck you.” I blurted the two words, glaring at him with all the rage I had left in my body. I hated him for keeping me here, and I hated him more for the reaction my body had to him. I was already wet, feeling my cunt drip between my legs at his mere presence.
“You will,” Law said calmly. “Don’t worry about that, babygirl. Now crawl fucking closer and be a good little girl before I lose my damn patience.”
I stared at him defiantly, my heart beating so loudly I was almost sure he could hear it. I wanted to object and tell him to go to hell, but I couldn’t make the words leave my lips. I couldn’t move either, even if I’d wanted to, finding myself glued to my spot on the floor. Law’s expression darkened even more and I knew that meant trouble.
“Always knew you were a fucking brat,” he told me through gritted teeth. “We’re gonna have to knock that right out of your system, aren’t we?”
I shivered hearing his words, my eyes widening in fear. For some reason I’d been sure Law wouldn’t hurt me, but what made me so sure? He’d already proven I couldn’t trust him, stealing me from that club. And yet there was a part of me that wanted to trust him so fucking badly I could almost convince myself I’d be safe with him.
He closed in on me, two fucking steps and we were side by side. I whimpered when he grabbed my hair, a strong fist wrapping around its length and yanking me to my feet.
“Stop that,” I whined. “That fucking hurts!”
“I know,” he replied calmly, his fingers still wrapped around my ratty mane. “I like it when it does, babygirl.”
I couldn’t help myself and a small moan left my lips, begging him to say more. There was something in the way he talked, like he didn’t give a fuck about my status or who I was – something I wasn’t familiar with. Money ruled my life, and as soon as anyone found out my name, I could have had anything I wanted.
But Law didn’t seem to give a fuck about that. The only thing he cared about was the wetness between my legs, of that, I was sure. I’d seen the way he reacted to my moans, to my legs clamping around his hand.
He fucking wanted me. The question was, how badly and what could I make him do in exchange for my body? The thought turned me on.
I stood up on shaky legs, my eyes turned down and my cheeks blushing deeply. I was only wearing my dress from a few days ago, dirty now. My panties had gotten soaked so many times I felt gross in them.
“I want a shower,” I whined. “And I need the bathroom.”
“Is that so?” Law asked me. I still wouldn’t look at him, but he came closer, grabbing my chin roughly and making me look into his eyes. “Good girls beg pretty, Lily. Show me.”
My whole body was shaky as fuck, and maintaining eye contact with him was making me shiver. “Please,” I uttered, and a brilliant smile lit up Law’s face. “Please let me use the bathroom.”
“Not good enough,” he growled, and I felt my pressure rising, already feeling pissed off because of the way he was treating me. “Beg nicer, babygirl. I like the word please on your lips.”
“Please, just let me,” I whispered, my eyes pooling with tears but not because I was scared. They were tears of stubbornness and he was pissing me off. “Please, Law.”
He snapped, his hand wrapping around my throat so fast I didn’t even have the chance to take my last breath. His eyes zeroed in on mine and I was scared, legitimately scared of the intensity in his gaze.
“Don’t use my name,” he growled. “I told you as a fucking courtesy. You will always address me as Daddy down here. Is that clear, babygirl?”
I didn’t respond, retreating into a small corner of my mind, and it seemed to piss him off. His grip on my throat tightened, making me mewl. “Is that fucking clear?”
“Yes!” I struggled in his firm, unrelenting grasp. He wasn’t going to let go, but apparently, my begging had been good enough as he bent down to undo the shackle on my ankle. He set me free.
“And don’t even think about running,” he said in a voice that was certain I wouldn’t. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom that I’d seen the previous day. It wasn’t seedy, though it wasn’t particularly nice either.
“Toilet’s in the corner,” he said, his voice hoarse. He turned his back on me as I got up, my shaky legs barely holding me up. He must have taken off my heels, and being barefoot felt disgusting in the grimy old cellar.
I waited for Law to leave, but he wasn’t moving. I briefly contemplated attacking him, but I knew I was no match. I was a petite, tiny girl, and he towered over six-and-a-half-feet tall. I wouldn’t stand a chance.
I walked over to the horrible toilet in the corner, the one that seemed so disgusting only a couple of hours ago. Now I was looking forward to relieving myself, as horrible as it was compared to my luxurious bathroom at home.
I sat down on the toilet, glancing toward Law. He was half-turned toward me and I felt awkward as hell. I couldn’t do this. Not with him staring at me the whole way through.
“Do you mind?” My voice was barely above
a hiss, but instead of turning away, Law looked right at me. I felt vulnerable all of a sudden, sitting on the dingy toilet with all of my parts exposed. Not that he hadn’t seen them before, but… There are times when you want privacy, and his mocking look was getting on my nerves.
“Do I mind what?” he asked. I blushed deeply, trying to cover up my modesty, but he still wouldn’t look away. However, I could hear his breathing grow heavier, his breaths rapid and urgent now.
“Look away,” I said. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t begging at that point.
He defied me, staring at me still. I was furious now. This prick had taken everything away from me, and now he was about to take my dignity, too. But I wasn’t fucking having it. I wanted him to be as deeply uncomfortable as I was.
So I looked him right in the eye with a determined expression on my face. He didn’t waver. I started to pee, slowly, and cringing the whole way through. But I wouldn’t fucking look away. Oh no, I stared right at the prick as I did my business.
I waited for him to break. Waited for him to turn away.
But despite his breathing getting heavier and his cheeks becoming lightly flushed beneath all that stubble, he didn’t look away. He kept his eyes on mine while I peed and it made me flush with embarrassment. I still kept my eyes fixed on him, and he did the same.
It was bizarre. Wrong. Fucked up.
It made me feel incredibly dirty.
And I liked it.
Once I was done, Law’s cheeks lost their reddish color, his face devoid of emotions once again.
I half-expected him to tie me up again, but he didn’t make a move to do so. Instead, he gave me another one of his strange looks.
“I know this place is a dump,” he said.
“No shit,” I snorted. “I figured it comes with the kidnapping.”
Right away, the connection between us was lost and he merely glared at me. “Don’t fucking act like you don’t belong here,” Law growled at me. “This is your fucking home, babygirl.”
With that, he tugged on my arm and half-dragged, half-carried me back to the cellar. He didn’t stop until we were back; letting go of me so suddenly I just collapsed on the floor. I picked myself up right away, giving him an angry look he didn’t acknowledge. He was treating me like a ragdoll, and I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
“I want to go home,” I said, aware of the whiny tone of my voice. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Did you send the ransom note? My mom will pay…”
That made him laugh, and my cheeks blushed in response. “You’re so fucking naïve, babygirl.” He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “You think this is about money?”
“Isn’t it always?” I asked. It made him shut up and think for a second, but he shook it off pretty fast, leaving me wondering about the sudden change in his attitude.
“You’re staying here,” he finally said. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.”
The weight of his words sunk and I felt my bottom lip jut out in protest, hating myself for showing him my weakness, showing him he had an effect on me. I wanted to go home. I wanted to get away. I was sure Law knew but it didn’t fucking faze him.
I thought for a second he would leave then; just let me wallow in my self-pity. Maybe that’s what he wanted at first, but once he saw the pained expression on my face, he changed his mind.
He came up to me and I backed up in a panic, until he had me pressed right against the wall. He put his palms on the wall on either side of me, caging me in effectively.
“I like you broken.”
His voice was low and almost sweet. It made my body respond, my hips pressing up against his and I hated myself for it. It was like I couldn’t help myself around this man. My body acted out when he was around.
He grinned at me like a fucking monster, baring his teeth in a smile that was more threatening than it was friendly.
“I want to taste you,” Law told me, and I felt my skin prickle at the sound of his words. “I need to put my tongue on your clit, babygirl, have you cum on it.”
I felt myself blushing at the crudeness of his words, unable to meet his eyes. He was looking at me with such intensity I had to risk a look into his eyes nonetheless, and the heat in them made me unable to look away.
Before I could respond, he reached for my hips, his fingers digging into my skin there. He hooked his thumbs through my panties and slid them off with a single push, making me gasp out loud.
“Are you dripping yet?” he cooed, his voice sweet and teasing, almost like he was talking to a child. It made me flush deeper, embarrassing me to my core. “Let me see, sweetheart. Let me feel you gush all over my fingers.”
I gasped as he slid to his knees in front of me, pushing me against the cool concrete of the wall. I felt grimy and gross, having not had a shower in days now. I’d managed to clean up a little after peeing, but having him this close to me made me terribly self-conscious.
“Your pussy smells fucking divine, babygirl,” Law told me in that raspy voice of his. “I bet you taste amazing.”
He grabbed my ass with both hands and my hips bucked toward him, my own body betraying me with the need to be closer to his mouth. He buried his face between my legs and I yelped in shock as his beard prickled the sensitive skin there.
Law licked the folds of my cunt and I felt tears burning my eyes, tears of humiliation because I wanted him to do this. I wanted him to bury himself in my cunt and make me cum on his tongue like he’d promised.
A single tear slid down my cheek at the same time a sensual moan escaped my lips. He chuckled at that, and my hands went down instinctively, trying to push him away, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Law grabbed my wrists and held them firmly, making it impossible for me to stop him.
“Are you gonna be a good girl now?” he asked me, and I nodded desperately because I was so fucking vulnerable in that moment I would’ve done anything he asked of me.
“Let me go.” I stuttered over the words, but he didn’t even acknowledge them. “Please, let me leave.”
“Never,” he promised me, and his grip on my wrists tightened. “I’m gonna let go of you now, babygirl, and you’re gonna part your fucking whore legs for me and show me that pretty pussy. Is that fucking clear?”
I whimpered and he squeezed my wrists hard in warning, making me nod deliriously instead. “Yes,” I managed to get out.
He did as he promised, letting go of my wrists. He guided my hands gently to my center and they shook as I parted my folds for him, letting him in and showing him a part of me no one had seen yet. He took a sharp breath and sighed.
“So gorgeous,” he told me. “And so damn wet for me already. You’re a horny little mess as soon as I get my hands on you, aren’t you, babygirl?”
I couldn’t say a word, too embarrassed and too fucking needy to so much as open my mouth. “Please.” It was the only word I could use with him freely, or at least so it seemed.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” Law growled at me. “Why do you turn so submissive the moment I get my hands on you, hmmm, babygirl?”
I looked away and he slid a finger between my folds, outlining my pussy and making me gasp. Several more tears fell down my cheeks and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.
“I think you were made for this,” he told me softly. “Made to be a little fucktoy, trained and used however I see fit.”
I couldn’t help it; his words turned me on. I felt myself getting wetter, so vulnerable under his watchful gaze. “Fuck,” Law muttered, his gaze fixed on my dripping cunt. “I’m sorry, baby, I need a taste of you.”
He dipped a finger between my pussy lips and I cried, my chest heaving with sobs. Not because I wasn’t enjoying it, but because I wanted so much more. For the first time in my life, my pussy burned with the need to be split open, to be owned by an older man like Law. And I couldn’t stop myself from saying the word he’d told me to address him with.
&n
bsp; “Daddy.”
There it was, out in the open, as big and as scary as it had sounded in my mind. Law looked up at me with surprise and I resisted, trying to get away from him, so fucking embarrassed I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Your Daddy’s gonna make you cum with his tongue.”
He licked my clit then, and I went crazy. My body bucked, desperate to get away from him and closer to his mouth at the same time. He held my hips firmly and I couldn’t get away as he started working my pussy with his lips, claiming me one inch of writhing, hot flesh at a time.
“You taste so good,” he said into my folds. “So fucking sweet, babygirl.”
The change in his demeanor was amazing. He was so strict, almost pissed off with me earlier, but the moment I submitted to him he was so sweet and caring it seemed like he was a different fucking person.
“That hot, tight little pussy needs to cum,” he said, and I cried out when his teeth grazed my clit, biting down on the little button and making me curse out loud. “Dirty little mouth. We’re gonna take care of that too, don’t you worry, sweetheart.”
I was still crying, big hot tears of shame falling down my cheeks as Law’s tongue brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. I was writhing, shaking, needing him so fucking badly my eyes rolled back in anticipation, my orgasm building deep inside me. I felt it coming down, like a dam breaking open and threatening to flood everything close by.
I was so close. So close I thought I was coming already, and it gave me strength I didn’t knew I had in me.
With all my might, I grabbed Law’s shoulders and pushed him away. He landed on the floor at the same time I came, my body shaking and moans being ripped from my lips as I held on to the wall and dripped down my own thighs.
Law picked himself up and watched me come before pinning me against the wall. My body went slack, tired and rigid after what he’d put me through.
“You don’t get to do that,” he told me. “When I want you to cum on my tongue, you fucking obey, sweetheart.”
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