Without limits ssion and.., p.66
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 66
I shouldn't but I didn't care any more. I was going to make her behave, if for no other reason than to save her life.
Chapter Two
Mika
I grunted as I pitched my body over the top of the cement wall. Conor droned on and on about how it was meant to keep the bad things out. The wall kept me caged in like an animal. A feral cat who knew the taste of sweet freedom, but had been denied since landing in Columbia. I craved it. I craved something else too.
I shook his image out of my head. His broad chest reminded me of a bull, especially when he crossed his arms, tilted his head, and grunted in my direction.
His forearms bulged as he flexed them. When he lectured me on the dangers of life in Columbia, my eyes naturally fell on the veiny flesh. Who could blame me?
He spoke with a slight Irish accent that made me wet and annoyed and more than a little frustrated. He had platinum blond hair and piercing deep blue eyes. It was his fault I didn't listen, when he stared at me with those blue orbs, I was lost. My mind halted and my body temperature rose a few degrees.
He would shake his head, disapproving of my obvious attraction.
Again not my fault.
I met Conor seven days ago.
I was in Los Angeles, visiting my father for the summer before heading to New York for graduate school.
My father had called me for me. My father who I barely even knew was moving to a small village near Cartagena, Columbian. He had to protect his interest first hand.
After calling for me twice, I took my sweet time wandering through the eight thousand square foot house.
I wore a tank top and a pair of cut off jeans that I knew he hated. I barged into his office with my head down, more interested in the length of my nails than what he had to say.
“What?”
“Mika.” My dad yelled.
My head snapped up and with my best bratty, spoiled little rich girl attitude, I was ready to tell him what I thought of his great idea for the hundredth time, but as I looked up my eyes fell on him.
The man stood near the opposite wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The bull image popped in my head instantaneously and never left. He wore black cargo pants and a black pull over shirt pushed up to show off his massive forearms.
I stared.
He stared back.
It was only fair.
His narrowed eyes scanned my body. He took his time. The veins in his forearms tensed as his eyes reached my tits.
My nipples hardened under my thin shirt.
My father stepped in front of me.
I blinked and pouted.
“Mika.” He leaned in close. “What are you wearing?”
He didn’t wait for me to answer.
He sucked his teeth and shook his head.
“I wanted you to meet our security team.” My father pointed to a man sitting in the armchair opposite his massive wooden desk. “They will be there to protect us in Columbia.”
The man in the armchair stood and extended his hand.
“James Michaels.” I took his hand and shook it. I looked back over at the bull who had dropped his hands and smirked at his friend. "That's Conor Brandson. We are the owners of Invincible Security."
We both looked at Conor.
He scowled.
James dropped my hand.
I grinned.
The hint of jealously was evident in the crinkle between his eyes. I could use that to my advantage.
“Pleasure to meet you Mr. Michaels.” I reach out and ran a hand down his arm and squeezed his forearm. My other hand grazed my tits as I pushed my hair over my shoulder.
Mr. Michaels nodded his tan baldhead. His gaze took in my cleavage.
It sent a chill up my spine.
“We’re not doing this." Conor's voice boomed in the small office. He stepped toward me.
I dropped my hand and bowed my head. The move was uncharacteristic for me, but my subconscious knew something I didn't. I'd done something wrong and I needed to apologize.
“This is not a good idea.” Conor continued.
“I don’t think it’s your decision.” My father said as he slammed his hand on his desk.
“It is my decision.” The bull growled.
“Conor.” James said.
“I’m paying you a lot of money.” My father pleaded. “We’re going whether you protect us or not.”
The room remained silent for a long time.
Conor leaned back against the wall. He rubbed his forehead.
It took all of my strength to not walk over to him and massage his temples and cradle him to my chest. I had an strange urge to make him feel better.
I wanted to please him.
I stared at him instead. I silently pleaded with him. I used all my telepathic power to convince him I was sorry and I would be a good girl.
I needed him. He looked back up at me. He heard me. He understood.
Maybe he needed me, too.
Every chance he got, Conor admonished me like I was a petulant little child. I wasn't a child.
Fuck you Conor Brandson.
I was a grown ass woman.
I braved the streets of DC. I could certainly handle a little small town in Columbia. Nothing bad had happened to me before. I was in more danger inside the compound.
My heart had broken into a million pieces every minute Conor ignored the attraction between us.
He took it as his personal mission to protect me and he was doing a damn good job. I was making it damn hard on him, too.
I sought him out most days, today; I needed to get away from him. I needed some time alone. To think about the thoughts that popped in my head. He made me want to please. I sought his approval, an impossible task. When he admonished me, I wanted to crawl into his lap and cry.
I wasn't that type of girl.
I was independent, fearless. I did what I had to do in every situation I found myself in. I even contorted myself into this proper race neutral woman. With my brown to blonde umbra weave half way down my back and my painted fingers and toes. Make up always conservative and in place. That's why my father hated when I dressing inappropriate, I was a little too hood for his liking.
God forbid, my father friends see the real me. It was bad enough he fucked my mother when she was his assistant. Up and coming Ivy League engineer screwed his African American assistant and she got pregnant. When he dipped his dick in his forbidden affair all those years ago, he never thought it would result in a little biracial baby. And a lifetime connection to a woman he only wanted to fuck. It was quite the scandal.
My dad was there for me through the years, financially, made the appropriate appearances at birthdays and graduations. When I visited him, he treated me like his dirty little past coming back to haunt him.
Like now. Yet, it was Dad's idea for me to come to Colombia with him.
I place my ear buds in my ear and sang out loud as I explored the back wall of the compound.
The six-foot barrier was solid cement. Chipped pieces of black paint bubbled up under the sun. I bobbed my head and was in my own little world, when a van whizzed by me.
The air left my lungs as I flattened myself to the wall. The concrete scraped against my back.
The nondescript white van backed up even closer to the wall. It caged me in and stopped with a jolt.
This was it.
What Conor had been warning me about. I was actually going to get kidnapped in Colombia.
I could already hear him say I told you so and shake his head disapprovingly.
I recognized his muscular shoulders instantly and sighed in relief.
Conor got out of the van.
My relief was short lived however.
He was pissed.
"Con--" I turned toward him.
His hand shot out and wrapped around the base of my neck. He pressed me back into the wall. His body pressed into me.
"You are a stupid, stupid stupid little girl." He yelled in my face.
"Get the fuck off of me." I pushed back.
His bulk didn't budge.
Pushing with all my might, made me painfully aware of the bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach.
"You know what they do to little girls like you?” He squeezed the my neck.
"What? Someone's going kidnap me and sell me, make me a sex slave." I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. "Sounds like fun. A lot more fun than being cooped up here with you."
He kept his hands on me, but stepped back a little and chuckled.
"Stop laughing at me." I swung in his direction.
He grabbed my wrist and secured it against the wall.
"Oh you disillusioned little girl." He shook his head.
The amused sneer made my blood go cold.
"No." He touched the end of my hair, the blonde part. "The little bit of blonde in your hair won't fool anyone. The blonde haired blue-eyed woman, they get sold to the highest bidder because they are valuable.
"No, little girls like you. One look at your dark skin and the kinky hair between your legs and you won't be fit for the main event. You're merely the pre-auction entertainment.”
I whimpered.
"They throw girls like you in a room, with ten, twenty men. The rest of the crowd sit and cheer as you get gang raped over and over again. They fuck your pretty little mouth." Conor stared at my mouth. "Your little pussy."
My core fluttered.
"Then they flip you over and fuck your tight asshole, too. And then they do it all at the same time."
I groaned and pulled my wrist out of his grasp.
"They'll make you bleed Mika and when they’re done with you, if you survive it, they may keep you around for round two the next night. Does that turn you on?" A sinister, mean chuckle escaped his lips.
I hated him.
I was turned on, but not from his fucked up little fairytale.
From his cock pressed against me and from the dirty words he spoke.
His presence turned me on.
His body turned me on.
I detected the ridges of his hard cock through my thin t-shirt. His hands on me turned me on like nothing else. And, having his undivided attention.
He pressed into me harder.
"Well, is that what you want?" He asked. His gaze scanned my face, waiting for my answer.
Anxiety, desire and lust rushed through every pore in my body. His presence overwhelmed me. I recognized the feeling all too well.
I had the same feeling when I overheard Conor and James talking.
“She’s going to get herself killed,” Conor said.
“Naw. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’s not stupid,” James said. “Besides, if she gets too far out of line you can take her over your knee and spank her.” James chuckled.
My face grew hot. Spank me.
“Fuck you.” Conor growled.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“I haven’t thought about it.”
“You lie.” James sang. “Tell me you haven’t thought about her, on her knees. Looking up at you with those big brown doe eyes saying,” His voice rose a few octaves, “Fuck me Daddy.”
Daddy.
My insides boiled. I froze, barely able to breathe. A rush of hormones flooded my system, the weight of the word settled in my core.
Daddy.
Conor didn't respond. I imagined he laid his patented death stare on James.
I knew that look.
“Hey, I’m just saying. There’s nothing wrong with falling into old habits, especially with a new little to train all for yourself.” The mirth in James tone made me smile.
Little.
“She’s a client.”
“She’s also a woman and she wants you bad.” James teased, as their voices grew quiet.
“Mika.”
I jumped, turned around, and flattened myself up against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Dad asked.
“Not—”I cleared my throat. “Nothing. Just heading up to my room for a nap.”
“Productive summer.” He smirked.
I nodded my head.
He continued towards his office.
I ran up the stairs, took them two at a time and stumbled into my room.
I shut the door and collapsed on the bed. My skin was on fire. My body was coiled up tight. I needed a release. I needed to satisfy my desire. I needed to diminish my anxiety.
I needed my daddy.
The word popped into my head now. The answer to his question.
I swallowed, exhaled and answered him.
"No, Daddy."
Chapter Three
Conor
The no didn't even register. It was the other word she muttered in her high-pitched melodic voice. It made my muscles flex and my cock strain against my shorts.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You Daddy." A hint of fear laced her tone as she spoke. She blinked and the tension left her neck and shoulders. She pressed her pelvis into me. "I want you Daddy."
I growled in her face. Dipped my head down to press my cheek against hers.
She leaned into me.
I rubbed my stubble covered chin against her smooth cheek.
She shivered in my arms.
"No." I whispered, more to myself than to her.
"Yes." She answered.
Everything about this situation was a bad idea.
I knew it.
She knew it. She didn't care.
I needed to be the responsible one and care for the both of us and stop it, stop her before I did something she would regret.
"You shouldn't call me that." My fingers flexed around her neck and stared into her eyes.
The softest sexiest little gasp escaped between her beautiful lips.
"Why?" Her big brown eyes blinked with natural curiosity and warmth.
"Because only my little girl gets to call me that." I rocked my hip.
She bit her lip.
"You're way too naughty to be my little girl." I exhaled and let it sink in. Again, for my benefit, not hers.
I released her wrist and palmed my phone. I click off the cameras. James would be switching to satellite; I cut that connection, too.
I was about to take this too far. When you took things too far, it's best not to have recorded evidence.
He could boot it back up, but hopefully he got the hint. Our sensors continued to broadcast although why they were currently blinking on top of each other might produce a few questions I'd need to answer later.
My hand returned to her hip and pushed it back against the wall. I needed some space to think, to talk myself out of doing something stupid.
Now that her wrist was free, she placed her arms around my waist and looked up with those big hopeful eyes.
"Teach me, Daddy." She licked her lips. "Teach me how to be a good girl."
I trailed a hand down her collarbone and cupped the side of her tits. God, they tempted me in every inappropriate outfit she wore, in every motion she made and here I was touching them and they were perfection.
"Please." She begged with her mouth slight open.
I licked my lips and stared at those pouty lips. I picture my tongue forcing its way between them and sucking on her little tongue.
I looked to my left and than to my right.
I stared into her eyes, hoping to see something in her eyes to make me stop.
"When my little girl is bad, she gets punished," I said.
He eyes grew wide.
My hand moved back up to the base of her neck.
She swallowed. Her lips parted. She retreated as much as the wall would allow. I saw her brain working. If she thought her little girl act was a game, well, she had no idea who she was playing with. I've played this game before and knew the rules. I would teach her if she were willing to learn.
Long before she uttered the word Daddy, I saw her as mine.
Now I was ready to claim her.
Chapter Four
Mika
He released me with a little push.
I whimpered.
A wave of all consuming loss clouded my spirit.
He turned his back to me.
My heart sank.
I’d lost him. I shook my head and blinked away tears. I let down my guard for a minute. My walls had crashed down when he touched me, when he held me and rocked into me. I spoke my true feelings in the revenant name and he rejected me.
Brick by brick like in a video game, the walls built up again. Slow and steady, my defenses locked back into place. I inhaled and exhaled and allowed my heart to crawl back into the dark space.
I dropped my head and hugged myself as I scooted to the side. I needing some air not infused with his masculine scent. Some space not occupied by his physical presence.
I stepped to the right.
Conor wrenched the van door open, blocking my way.
I narrowed my eyes and turned to head in the other direction.
Conor did the same with the other door. He had positioned the van so close to the wall, the opened doors blocked us in. Closing us off from the world.
My walls began to fall back down.
He turned and pinned me with his gaze.
The protective layer came crashing down. In Conor's makeshift cage, I never felt freer.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but what ever it was required privacy.
Conor hitched up his cargo shorts and sat on the floor of the van.
It wasn’t a typical van to transport people. The inside was tricked out with computer monitors, buttons and dials. One small leather chair on rollers was strapped inside against the left wall.
I hugged myself tighter, waited for him to acknowledge me.
He rubbed his hands together.
My ass clinched. Was he warming them up for me?
"You look nervous little girl."
I swallowed and dropped my hands.
"I am." I rocked back and forth. "How are you going to punish me?"
"I have some options." He slapped his hands together.
I jumped.
"How would you like to be punished?" He asked.
