by Izzy Slam
But when I hear the voices above me become frantic, and the shuffling of feet along the floor, my heart begins to quicken as I realize that things may have come to a head. After several loud pops ring out, there’s a loud banging on the door above the stairwell. It bursts open and smashes against the wall, but all I can see is the shadow of a man.
And that’s when the panic sets in.
I’ve no idea who is coming down here, but my blood runs ice cold until he steps into view.
Daddy.
I let out a slight laugh as tears pour down my cheeks. Nothing about this is funny, but I’m just so relieved to see him that all my emotions crash together at once and pour out of me.
“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles.
He sees me and runs down the stairs, dropping to the floor and pulling me into his strong arms. I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my whole life.
“Daddy,” I whimper. “Thank goodness you found me. We … we have to get out of here, before Sir Evan shows up.”
His hands softly pet my hair, and he plants a few kisses along my neck. “My darling, Evan is no longer a threat. And neither are his men.” He cups my face and peers into my eyes, and I’m overcome once again with emotion. “You’re safe now. Safe forever.”
I don’t want to know if he killed Evan, or even how. I’m sure that he did, though, because he wouldn’t promise me I’d be safe from him forever if he wasn’t in eternal slumber.
And now, the state we live in, this world, is a better place.
Since the key to the shackles is nowhere in sight, daddy has to find an ax to break the chains that hold me. I end up having to walk out of this hell with the wide metal cuffs still around my ankles and wrists, but that’s a small price to pay for my freedom. He wraps a long white sheet around me for modesty as he leads me out of the cellar and back into the sunlight.
James is here, and he actually gives me a hug. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so cared for than in this moment. Daddy, James, Selena, all the men responsible for fighting this battle are now my family. The family that I never had.
***
James drives us back home while daddy and I sit in the back seat. He urges me to rest my head in his lap and caresses my hair, my face, and my arms. He also explains that Seven and Eight were both Evan’s men, sent to the estate as spies. It makes me sick to think that I had both of their cocks in my mouth, and that thought is like the elephant in the room. But neither one of us brings it up.
He also said that the servant who passed out didn’t really pass out, that she was just acting. Apparently, Seven had forced her into it, threatening her severe punishment once “Evan takes his rightful place at the throne” if she were to refuse.
I asked daddy if the girl would be punished, and he said absolutely not.
“She was just as much a victim in all of this as everyone else. Why, darling? Do you think she should be punished?”
I shake my head. “No. It wasn’t her fault. But …”
“Yes?”
I roll over and look up into his dark eyes, filled with so much love for me. “I was just going to say that I think we need a more stringent vetting process.”
A smirk tugs at his lips. “We?”
“Yes. We. I’d like to help you, daddy. I may be only eighteen years old, but I think I would do a good job.”
“Mm,” he answers, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I will say, I agree. But first, let’s get you home and recovered. If I’m going to have a woman by my side, helping me fight these daily battles, you need to be strong.”
I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck, trying not to let the metal cuffs scratch his skin. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll always have strength.”
I press my lips to his, and he holds me tight, keeping the kiss G-rated. He then pulls me to his chest.
“Believe it or not, little one, you’re a source of strength for me too. God help me, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
I smile, feeling his heart beat against me. “You’ll never have to find out, daddy.”
Rogue
Once I get Natasha back to the estate, I offer her some aspirin for her headache, then have one of my men remove the bolts holding her shackles in place. She shakes her hands and feet as soon as they’re gone and lets out a sigh before falling into my arms.
I then immediately have her examined by my personal physician. She swears that no one touched her and that she never even saw Evan, and I believe her. But my mind won’t rest until she gets the all-clear from Dr. Wallis. His office is on my property, near the clubhouse, and while he examines Natasha, I wait outside the exam room.
James comes in, relief washed across his face. “I think everyone is caught up on what happened. They’ve all been instructed to proceed with the banquet preparations for tomorrow.”
“Good. How is Selena?” I ask.
“She’s fine. Desperate to see Natasha and make sure she’s okay.”
I nod. “Let’s have dinner tonight, just the four of us. I want to officially release Selena to you and let the girls have some time together. It will be good for Natasha.”
“Sounds like a good plan. Do you want me to…” his voice trails off as he points over his shoulder.
“No. Let Sal handle it. And make sure he knows to express my deepest sympathies to the family. And let them know we will take care of all burial expenses.”
“Of course. Thank you, Rogue.”
James walks out, and a heaviness consumes me. Sal will have to deliver the fallen to his family, explaining that he lost his life in the line of duty. It makes me sick to know that one of my men died protecting us. But I’m grateful that we only had one casualty. And the truth is, if I hadn’t stormed Evan Addams’ estate like that, he would have come here, and the damage would have been far worse. With all the servants here, and the hired help, the casualties would have been in the double digits, I’m sure. We caught him off guard, and as a result, he’s gone. For good.
And I no longer have to worry about him taking the throne.
Within the half hour, Natasha is brought back out to me, a smile on her gorgeous face as she wraps her arms around me.
“She’s fine,” Dr. Wallis says. “Just a little bruising on the head but no concussion and no sign of any other injuries, anywhere.”
He places purposeful emphasis on the last word, and relief floods me. I hug her tighter and she nuzzles her face in my neck.
“Thank you, doctor. I appreciate you taking the time to look at her.”
“Don’t mention it, Master Rogue. It’s an honor. Just make sure she gets plenty of rest, and I believe she has a prescription for ice cream therapy, isn’t that right?”
The doctor taps her on the shoulder, and they both laugh softly. My heart warms as I join in the laughter. “She’ll have all the ice cream she wants tonight.”
I walk Natasha across the lawn, back to the main house and straight to the bathroom. I’d started to message Doris a few moments ago and ask her to draw a bath, but I decided I wanted to do that for her.
I have her sit on the edge of the tub and twist the spigots. “Warm, hot, or really hot?”
“Really hot,” she answers, pulling an elastic out of her long hair.
I turn the hot water higher and pour in extra bubbles. “How’s your headache?”
“It’s practically gone.”
Once the water is flowing, I stand Natasha up and untie the robe she’s wearing. My god, her body is so gorgeous, the sight of it makes me insanely hard. I feel guilty for wanting her so badly right after her ordeal, but there’s just no end to how crazy I am for her.
I push my desires aside and guide her into the tub, using the washcloth to gently wipe her clean. When she parts her legs for me, I hold back a growl. Those blue eyes of her flash me a wanton look but the dark circles there make me behave like a gentleman. So I move down her legs and to her feet, giving them a nice massage.
I scrub her hair and rinse
it thoroughly, enjoying the look of sheer relaxation on her face. My cock stirs as I observe her in the water, the bubbles dancing around her soft pink nipples as they poke up through the surface of the water, and her bald little pussy teasing me between her thighs. I feel like a bastard when I silently wish her a quick recovery so I can fuck her. But hell, I suppose I should be doing all I can to facilitate that regardless.
“I’m going to leave you alone now.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “When you’re finished, I want you to lie down for a while before dinner.”
With a smile plastered across her face, she nods. “You won’t get any arguments from me, daddy.”
“Good.”
I leave her alone and head downstairs to make sure we have a nice menu planned for this evening, and then when that’s taken care of, I walk around the grounds to see how the banquet preparations are coming.
It seems as though a lifetime of events have occurred over the past week. I always knew I’d have to deal with Evan, and I hate that Natasha got caught up in the middle of it all. But her arrival certainly expedited everything.
And since Natasha came into my life, I feel as though I’ve evolved into a better man. I hope that I have. I’m damn lucky to have her, and I will vow to protect her until my dying breath.
Natasha and Selena spend some time together before dinner, and I’m shocked when they come out of Selena’s room wearing cocktail dresses that show off their legs. They both look gorgeous, but Natasha takes my breath away. Her dress is silver and dotted with sequins, and the slit down the front accentuates her sexy cleavage. That long, dark hair is pulled into a bun, several curly wisps framing her face.
After telling Selena and James that we’ll meet them downstairs, I run the backs of my hands down her arms, taking in the softness of her skin. “My god, little one. Are you trying to give me the erection of a lifetime?”
She smiles, and her cheeks bloom pink. I’m thrilled to see her feeling so much better.
“I’m just glad I still have that effect on you.”
“Still? Why in the hell wouldn’t you have that effect?” I ask, forcing her to meet my gaze.
Natasha seems unsure as she answers. “Today, when you were bathing me, you didn’t show much interest. I just thought…”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close enough that she can feel my cock pulse against her belly. She draws in a tight breath as I peer into her blue eyes. “I wanted you to relax. You’ve been through hell today.” She nods, but I’m still not sure she’s convinced. “Don’t you ever doubt my attraction to you, or my love.”
Her pupils dilate, and her lips part. “I love you, too, daddy. So much.”
I press my lips to hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth. The brief contact makes my cock stir, and I know Natasha feels it.
“And if you’re up for it, I will show you tonight just how much I love you.”
Natasha bites her lip and flicks her gaze to the side. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
I chuckle, think about tying her up and spanking her bottom before devouring every inch of her body. But after being shackled in Evan’s cellar, we might need to wait on that one. Tonight, I want her to feel teased and pleased. Safe, loved, and cherished.
“That’s my girl.” I softly pinch her chin and peck her on the lips. “Now, let’s get downstairs and have dinner so I can get you back up here.”
Natasha
All through dinner, I can’t keep my eyes off daddy. The way he risked his life to save me has caused the little bubble of warmth to grow within me. I know he would have had to deal with Sir Evan sooner or later, and that my escaping his evil clutches didn’t help the situation. Hell, I probably made things worse. But my daddy Master Rogue has a few things that Evan does not. Or did not as it were.
Drive. Determination. Strength. Power. Class. Intelligence. Patience. And let’s face it, a better militia.
When he tells Selena that she is free to be with James, her whole being lights up. James looks happy, too. We all celebrate with heaping bowls of ice cream. And when they excuse themselves after dessert, daddy and I do the same thing.
I give Selena a hug before she disappears, telling her we’ll catch up in the morning.
Daddy takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs. And as he places several soft kisses along my neck, everything bad that’s happened seems to melt away, like a bad dream does once you’ve been awake for a while.
“Are you up for this, little one?” he asks, letting his hands slide down over my rear.
My pussy clenches, and I move my hand to his erection and rub it slowly with my palm. “I’m definitely up for it, and it seems you are too.”
I hear a groan climb up his throat, and it completely melts all my reserves. “You know I am, darling. I’ve been waiting for this moment all week.”
“Are you sure you aren’t getting soft on me?” I run my hands down his chest, thinking of the man I butted heads with when I first arrived.
He runs his hand over my bun, releasing my long hair before pulling me close. “After all you’ve been through today, I can’t help but be a little soft with you. But don’t mistake my temporary sympathies as something permanent. I will get rough with you once again, and soon.”
Excitement ripples through me. “I need you to be rough with me now, daddy. I’m not a delicate flower.”
He growls right before pressing his lips to mine, forcing my mouth open with his tongue and letting me get a taste of his need for me.
His hands push the sleeves of my dress down, hungry as they immediately begin to explore my body. I feel the same way, allowing my hands to roam over his hard muscles, needing to feel him take me. Take all of me.
Knowing that I belong to him now, and that my former owner is out of the picture, I want daddy to come at me with everything he has.
Wearing nothing but dress pants, he sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs. My dress is tossed over the back of a chair, and as I stand before him in nothing but a small pair of silken underwear, I feel the heat between us. The desire, and the love. His hands softly cup my breasts, and I run my hand over his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard as his dark eyes pierce mine.
“No holds barred, daddy. Take what you want tonight. I am yours.”
With a soft pinch to both nipples, he licks his lips. “Yes, you are mine. And I will take what I want while you give me what I need.”
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, he glides them down my hips so I can step out of them. He then stands up and lifts me into his arms, walking around to the other side of the bed where he lays me down. Lifting my legs in the air and diving face first in my gash, he’s obviously hungry for me.
I let my eyes close and run my fingers through his hair as he laps away at my delicate center, making animalistic noises as he feeds like a savage.
I huff as his wild hunger slowly transitions into a tamer feeding, and I can’t help but moan as he flicks his tongue along my clit.
And I can’t control the cry that escapes my lips as I cum without warning, daddy’s fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as my thighs tremble uncontrollably. He is relentless as he continues to feast, tugging my clit past his lips and suckling until I cum again, this time feeling my nipples prick as my entire body tingles all over from the intensity of it all.
I watch as he steps back and removes his pants, and I get on all fours so that I can taste him, bring him to a full erection with my mouth and tongue, give him a similar pleasure.
“What do you think you’re doing, little one?”
I scooch to the edge of the bed and sit down, curling a finger at him for a change. “I think you know what I’m doing. I want that cock in my mouth, and I want it now.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
I bite my lip and nod, using my finger to swirl the tip of his cock. “You know how much I love to taste that pre-cum. It lets me know how much you want me.”
With a growl, he steps forward, inching his cock closer to my face. At that point, I drop to the floor, on my knees, and I grip the base of his shaft, pumping it softly. “Well, you should know how much I appreciate your efforts at keeping your daddy satisfied. And don’t you dare change that saucy attitude.”
He slides his fingers in my hair and forces his cock past my lips with no warning. I moan and start bobbing my head as I tease his balls with my free hand. The way he responds by growing harder, longer, and seeping out trace amounts of pre-cum leaves me throbbing between the legs.
I move my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then come up to swirl along the bulbous head, flicking his frenulum and listening to his growls as he slowly pumps his hips and holds my head steady, being mindful not to hurt me where I’m bruised.
“Fuck, that’s so good. But daddy needs that sweet pussy, little one. I want that belly filled with my seed.”
I knew daddy would want to make me pregnant. And quite frankly, I want it too. I’d love nothing more than to carry the heir to the throne in my womb.
“If we are to be blessed with a son, you should take me in this position.” I lie down on my back and spread my legs, throwing my feet up high in the air.
Daddy smiles at me, and at the old mythical tale. But I don’t believe it’s all that mythical. Even if it is, a daughter would be just as lovely.
Wrapping his strong hands around my ankles, daddy slides between my legs, tossing mine over his shoulders as his cock bounces lightly.
“I’ll take you in this position, and I’ll take you in any other position I see fit, little one.”
After leaning down and drawing my nipples into his mouth, one at a time, I’m desperate for his entry.
“Please, daddy. I need you,” I whisper.
Pushing up on his hands, daddy’s arms are rippled with muscles. His cock starts to slide past my entrance, and I feel my walls grip him tightly.
