Dirty Daughter

by JB Duvane

  “I'm not beautiful,” I said with an edge to my voice, trying to sound combative but coming off more regretful. “I'm pudgy. My cheeks are too big, my hair isn't blonde. I'm short and far from feminine,” I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Stop.” It sounded like more of a command than a request.

  “No! I mean it. What's your deal? What do you want with me and why haven't you fucked me? Isn't that what I'm here for? Maybe the way I look matches some sick trauma you had or something. Maybe you do this all the time.”

  “You don't know me.” He was turning red again.

  “Why am I here?”

  “You're—you're lovely, Charlotte, a perfect model in every way.”

  “A model, like a doll!? Is that what this is? A dollhouse so you can watch me and get off anytime you want.”

  “It's not like that.”

  “No? What is it like then?” I scoffed. “You're not a monster because you just look? You abduct girls and force them into confinement, but you don't touch, so that makes you okay?”

  “You don't know me at all, Charlotte.”

  “And yet you claim to know me somehow. What is there to know about you that will make any difference anyway? I'm all ears, Norman.”

  He moved over to me so quickly it took my breath away. He held my shoulders in his enormous hands. The man was a beast, twice as wide as I was, and not one single ounce of fat. He was just pure, unadulterated power. It didn't matter what I did, he could stop me. That shard of glass he took away from me probably would have broken before piercing his finely toned, alabaster shell.

  I slowly lifted my nightie up over my breasts and held his glare.

  He didn’t move, didn’t look down at my almost-naked body. I took a chance and smiled. “Don't you want me?” As I waited for his answer I realized that I would have killed for a man like him before this happened. He was a Greek god, but he was also a madman. Just my luck. I wanted to see what would happen, though. Those eyes that burned into me. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be surrounded by that intensity. To be completely taken by him.

  He stepped back and looked down. “Cover yourself.”

  “Why should I? We're two adults.”

  “And you say this isn’t an act. You don’t think I know what you’re trying to do?”

  In response, I reached down and ran my hands over my large breasts. I pushed them up then let them fall. It was something I knew drove every man at the club wild. For some reason, they couldn’t get enough of bouncing breasts. As I played with them I couldn’t help but feel like I was back at the club entertaining the drunken crowds. Maybe he was right. Maybe everything I’d ever done in my life had been an act. Maybe I didn’t even know who the real me was.

  I smiled as I watched his cock stiffen underneath his slacks. I jumped when I looked back up at his eyes and he was smiling down at me. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was the smile of a predator about to take his prey.

  His movements were as fast as lightning. Before I knew what was happening, he pushed me backward onto the bed and pulled one of my wrists toward the bedpost where he used a zip tie to secure it.

  “No-o-o. Please,” I cried, tears pouring down my face. I was shaking, my lower lip trembling. He didn't care. He was going to do what he was going to do, because I'd been stupid enough to unleash the beast—the creature that brought me here. My eyes flared as I looked up at him. I didn’t know why I was reacting to him the way I was. He was holding me captive in a sick fantasy room, and yet I wanted this. I wanted to be tied down and taken by this lunatic.

  I saw the change take over as his eyes scanned my bound body. The intensity in his eyes deepened, if that was even possible. His upper lip curled over into a grimace as he finished tying my other wrist to the same post.

  “You want me to tell you that you’re a bad girl? You want me to treat you like the cunt you’re behaving like?” He flipped me over onto my stomach and yanked my sheer panties clean off me. Then he spanked me five times in quick succession. I was so stunned that I didn’t make a noise until the last time when I cried out.

  “Stop!”

  “Oh, no.” He jumped onto the bed, his firm grip never leaving my body. “You're getting exactly”—smack—“what you”—smack—“asked for.” His hands moved fast. My clit was on fire as he spread my legs, allowing a rush of cool air in. But nothing could stop the waves of heat that were coursing through my body. The ripple effect was instantaneous.

  “Yes,” he growled. “You’ve needed a good spanking for a long time, haven’t you?”

  He flipped me onto my back again and was hovering over me, his face directly above mine. I didn't notice his fingers until they parted my lips while his thumb slowly circled my clit. The feeling caused my flesh to tingle like the perfect notes in an angelic song. Then he dove down and used his soft lips to tease mine—angel kisses. My stomach was flying, my heart was pumping, and my pussy was pulsating with his fingers deep inside.

  He knew how to be subtle. He could move his lips sweetly while still urging me on. A flick, then a little tongue were all he needed to get my mouth open, a deep moan escaping from my parted lips.

  Then he knew how to move fast. He dove his tongue into me and then thwack. I jumped from the force of his hand coming down on one of my breasts. He lit a bonfire on my chest, and now my insides were becoming a volcano, wet magma flowing through me, trickling down my thighs.

  His teeth attached themselves to my neck, adding sparks of electricity to the white-hot sting of his hand. It was so overwhelming that just before I managed to let out another cry, another blow slammed into me.

  I was more fire than flesh, so tense that just closing my legs wasn't enough. One more smack, just one—and my body would give way with an explosion powerful enough to blow off the side of a mountain. He knew that. The grin that curled up on one side of his mouth told me that this was what he had wanted. A hand around his rock-hard shaft was enough to let me know that. He pulled my legs up and lifted me as he positioned himself so that all he had to do was plunge himself into me.

  His eyes met mine, and before I knew it there was another slap to my incredibly sensitive breast. As he watched the round, red flesh jiggle, his cock jumped. “Eyes in front, little girl,” he commanded. “Don’t make me punish you,” he said with a grin that told me he would punish me no matter what I did.

  I'd never seen it before, the sensual mix of gentle touch and pain. The sensations moving through my body like water, flowing over my skin and deep inside me with every touch. He was a master of balance. After the smack to my breast he leaned in and touched me softly, carefully studying my expression while he did.

  This was appreciation, not punishment.

  “You are beautiful,” he asserted, and swiped a strand of hair away from my face. “You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” His fingers flowed like water down my shoulder blades as my back arched up. His mouth covered one of my nipples and he sucked hard, his teeth biting down on the tender skin. “The fact that you don't know that is an atrocity. I brought you here to be appreciated, because that's what you deserve. I didn't want you to feel like a prisoner.”

  I was in shock as I stared up into those eyes, because I realized that I suddenly didn’t think of myself as a prisoner anymore. I didn’t know what I was or who I was, but I knew I wanted this. I gasped, relishing his hot fingers dancing over my skin and running over my lips, parting me and making me scream for him.

  I was shivering, pounding with flames licking my entire body, fueled by his hands. He seemed to know the flow of the ripple, and followed it up my stomach, over my chest, then down my arms and finally my fingertips.

  Then a torrential blast of lightning, fire, and unbearable pain rained down on me and pulsated through my body, driving me wild with desire. His teeth bit into my neck and shoulder, his eyes wild, seemingly filled with storm clouds.

  “Oh God, please!”

  He bore down and shove
d his fingers into my mouth. “Quiet,” he said into my ear in a gruff whisper. Then he reached down and spanked my clit and it was all I could do to keep from biting my lip in two. I didn’t understand how pain and pleasure could mix so well and cause such rapture. The intensity built to a painful peak between my thighs once more.

  I bit down hard on his arm and he pulled it back, stopping what he was doing.

  “Fuck me, now,” I begged, glancing down at his cock which was now resting on my stomach. Our eyes met for a long moment and something unidentifiable seemed to pass over his face. It almost looked like shame or regret, but I couldn’t fathom those emotions inside such an intensely strong man.

  “This is what you want?” His eyes flared as he teased his cock head over my clit and between my pussy lips. Then he dove in, pressing past my the lips, and sliding into my warm, wet hole.

  “Oh, God, Charlotte, you feel incredible.” A bit of hair fell down in front of his dark eyes, and I nearly lost everything that had been building up in that place deep inside me where he was starting to move. He slid in slowly at first, then pounded in deeper, ramming into me harder and harder until I was barely able to contain myself.

  I thought he was going to lose it before I did, but somehow, by biting his bottom lip and driving through, he managed to hold back until he was riding me with the full force of a man on fire. I took everything he gave me, every single inch, stretched to my limit and screaming to God because I didn’t even know what this man’s name was.

  “Dear Jesus, don’t stop! Fucking slam into me deeper!” I screamed as he hit the perfect spot inside me and there was no going back. This man was going to drill me until I forgot where I was and who I was with. I didn’t care about anything anymore as he slid in and out of me, pulling all the way out so that his bulbous cock head plunged into me and past my tight opening over and over.

  “You like that, huh?” He reached back and slapped me hard on the ass, sending a firebrand sensation that joined the already mounting pool of lava deep in my gut. “You like it when I fuck your tight pussy.” Another slap and the pool began to boil over.

  “Oh God, yes!” I moaned as my head pushed back into the bed, black spots blooming over my vision. All that existed was the thing moving inside me, the hand slapping my ass, and the building intensity fueled by his movements. Soon he picked up the tempo, drilling into me. The pool became a lake that spread throughout my body, and with one last smack, absorbed by my cherry-red skin, that lake became a sea.

  Sweat mixed with sweat, fire with fire as our skin pounded together. His face, once a soft shade of cherry, was now bright red. I knew that just like I was ready to erupt at any second, he was going to explode and I was going to lose my mind from the force of it.

  I could feel that this wasn't going to be a tiny explosion with lava flowing down my thighs, or one that spurted up just enough to tease out a smile from his lips. No, his was an earth-shattering, city-burning, power-hungry beast, and when he pounded deep, grabbing my ass with that last slap, I lost it.

  The world shattered, and I felt the scorching flow that traveled up my gut, melted my chest, my breasts, my neck, my head, all flowing with a sweltering heat, singing along with the fountain that was spewing out of him into me. He groaned, his body contorted, and his chest was thrown back, revealing the full beast inside him.

  There is always one moment before the pleasure subsides that you can look at a man and see whether he's vulnerable or strong. If he's strong, he'll appreciate you instead of trying to compensate for all the things he hates about himself. If he's weak, he'll tear you down, even beat you just to make himself feel better about who he is. I had never been so surprised in my life when I saw strength in his eyes.

  I had to know what would drive a man as obviously refined and disciplined as he was to do what he did.

  “Am I the first?” I looked up into his eyes as he pulled his pants on. “Girl you abducted I mean.”

  He didn’t say a word. He just pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the ties that bound my wrists.

  “Why did you do it?”

  “You.” He looked back with a puppy-dog charm and eyes so deep I could feel myself fall into them. “When I saw you, I knew that I had to be with you, but ...”

  “But?”

  “But I promised myself I would never be with anyone.”

  “Why?”

  “Does it matter? It’s just who I am.”

  “When you're interested in somebody you ask questions. You want to know what motivates them and why they are the way you are. I've never met anyone like you.”

  He laughed. “So now you’re interested in me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I had no idea why I was suddenly so intrigued by this man who had been holding me captive in his house for god knows how long. “At least tell me your name.”

  “Raymond.”

  “Raymond, would you stay with me for a little while longer? I don't like being alone.”

  He nodded his head slowly.

  “Why are you keeping me here?”

  “Because I knew the only way I could have you is if I took you. And now … I’m pretty sure you’ll turn me in if I let you go.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if I would turn him in. All I knew was that I wanted to know more about him and I wanted to feel his intensity again.

  He lay down beside me and let me wrap my arm around him while he stroked my face.

  “I won’t.”

  “I can't let you go, Charlotte.”

  “What about my life? My freedom? Don’t you care about that?”

  “And what about my freedom? I've been watching you, Charlotte. You're one of the best actors I've ever seen. All this,” he gestured at me vaguely. “This is probably an act too. I know you can’t possibly—”

  I slapped him in the face. “An act?!”

  “I locked you up. You want out. I have to protect myself.”

  I stared at the monster that violated me. That I had let inside me. And not just inside my pussy. I had let him even further in than that somehow. He got what he wanted and now he was just going to leave and lock the door. But how in god’s name could I have expected anything else? “I'm just a sex doll.”

  “I didn’t come in here to—”

  “Get out.” I couldn’t look at him any longer. I felt betrayed somehow. He had seen the real me and now was accusing me of not being real. It was infuriating.

  Raymond got up off the bed and walked through the doorway, closing the cinder block door behind him.

  Chapter Thirteen - Raymond

  I didn’t understand what had just happened. I hadn’t intended to do anything but talk, but once I got so close to her I couldn’t control myself.

  Her eyes. Those beautiful deep blue eyes. I almost couldn’t tear myself away from them. She was perfect. Everything I had ever imagined. Her sexy curves and beautiful hair … but her strength. That’s what amazed me most. And what really reminded me of Mama. But there was more to it than that.

  Her defiance was nothing more than an amusement but I could see something deeper in her. She could be a fiery little brat but she could also get just about anything she wanted on her own. She didn’t need anyone. And after seeing that in her, then bending her will over backward and taking her, that moment had eclipsed any fantasy I could have ever had. What had she done to me?

  I had honestly just planned on keeping her. Watching her and giving her everything she wanted. I hadn’t planned on actually talking to her or seeing her in person. I think in the back of my mind I had imagined that someday, some far off day in the future, I would bring her up from her room and by then she would have forgotten about her old life and we would just live together happily.

  There was no way she would accept me now, not after all I’ve done. Not when she finds out the kind of man I really am. Why would she? I am a monster. Regardless of how I feel about her, and how horr
ible of a life I rescued her from, what I did was wrong. They were all right in hating me and wanting me dead. And that’s exactly what was going to happen if I lost Charlotte. I just couldn’t bear to loose another woman who had become so dear to me. The only other one besides Mama.

  I had to figure out a way to compromise with the servants. Either that or kill them all. If I could find them. But I knew that if I didn’t find a way to make this work that Charlotte wouldn’t be able to live. There’s no way they would let her and there was no way I was going to let her go.

  Renard was easy enough to find. He'd taken up the position of de facto bartender at the family bar on the third floor and must have drank more than two hundred years worth of whiskey. The man was red in the face, leaning against the bar and waiting.

  “Have you been watching her?” I asked, mortified.

  “Yes,” he smirked.

  “How?”

  “You’re not the only one with cameras, junior. We know our way around this house a hell of a lot better than you do. Don’t you forget it.”

  “I want you to leave her alone. Do whatever the hell you want to do to me but leave her alone.”

  “Look, kiddo, we need to know whether or not you're doing what you said you would, so, of course we're watching both of you. Half the house saw your little romp in there. I know won't be able to sleep for a week,” Renard said with a slight curl on the corner of one lip. He walked around the bar and poured himself a fifty-year-old, priceless whiskey.

  “You fucking pig.” I stalked around the bar to stop him from devouring more of my family’s stock, but when he met my eyes with a smirk and raised the tumbler, it was clear who owned who now. I’d have to do whatever it took at this point to keep him from pulling my world out from underneath me.

  “Now you get it.” He slammed the whole thing in one gulp and set the glass down.