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Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 70
Not when Daddy said it.
He didn't elaborate. He didn’t have to.
He kissed me instead. With his arms around me, his lips on mine. When he worshipped me like this, forever didn't seem long enough.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Some place safe.” He kissed my checks, his lips lingered. They warmed up my skin. “You should try to get some sleep.” He leaned back.
“Can I ask one more question?”
“One more and then sleep.” He touched my face.
“Are we still in danger?” I knew we were, but I needed Conor to tell me everything was going to be all right.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Conor said. He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled and yawned.
“Close your eyes baby girl.” He kissed my neck. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I woke up in Conor’s arms. He carried me off the plane and a few feet down a path. Waves crashed onto a beach close by. Salt water hung heavy in the air.
I inhaled.
I loved the beach. The ocean always soothed me. I had no idea if we were in South America or the United States or someplace in between. I felt rested, but restless.
He walked me up a few steps into a dark house.
We walked straight upstairs and down a hall and entered a bedroom at the end. Conor continued out onto the balcony. The view overlooking the ocean was spectacular. He sat down in a lounge chair with me on his lap.
Conor had coarse stubble on his face. His eyes held all the worry in the world. He looked tired.
I turned and looked out over the balcony. The sun was coming up on the horizon.
I sat up. I adjusted on Conor's lap and leaned against his chest and watched.
One of his hands wrapped around me and rested on my chest. His other hand rested on my stomach.
My skin heated from his touch. I rested my hands on his. His heart beat against my back.
I memorized the rhythms.
The colors of the sky turned from pink, to purple with shades of blue. The bright orange sun appeared close, like I could reach out and touch it without getting burned. Simple things like a sunrise, something that happened every day, seemed more special while in Conor's arms.
He said he was going to keep me forever, while I had no doubt. I also knew forever wouldn't start for a while.
Chapter Thirteen
Conor
Forever.
It rolled off my tongue like the most natural things in the world. I’ll be spouting fucking poetry and pledging my love and devotion to this woman any day now.
The idea seemed as plausible as forever.
She didn't flinch or balk at the word. She wanted it. She wanted us.
Thankfully, my girl knew enough not to ask a follow up on forever.
We were a long way from forever. Right now, survival was the goal.
She asked if we were in danger and the truth was, I didn’t know.
What did the cartel want with her?
It had something to do with her father. I'd bet my life on it.
James would have some answer.
I designed the safe house to look like a kick ass beach hut. It was my favorite of our properties. The only way in was by water or air. No marked roads lead to the place. It wasn't on any map. The entire compound was self sustained and maintained.
Holding her in my arms as the sun rose, it gave me hope. Our forever would start soon. She was so in tune with me it was scary. I could usually read people, but it surprised the fuck out of me how well she could read me.
She remained quiet while the universe showed off. The only moment of the day you can feel the earth move. It was spectacular.
When the sun was over the horizon, Mika looked up at me her expression was made for me.
“You have questions.” I asked.
“Is my father safe?” She asked.
I narrowed my eyes, but nodded. “He is.”
She sighed in relief.
I left out the part about her father not wanting to leave the compound.
I waited for her next question, but she turned her face back to the horizon.
She remained silent.
“Are you hungry, little one?” I rubbed her stomach.
She squirmed on my lap. My dick grew hard against her ass.
She reached between her legs and ran her fingers along my cock.
I growled and nudged her neck to the side and latched on it.
She giggled and pushed me away.
“Wait.” She stood up. “Let me shower first. I smell like a Colombian whore.”
I pulled her back into my arms and palmed her breast. I picked her up and walked her through the room and into the bathroom.
“Let Daddy clean you up and get you to bed.”
I carried Mika into the bathroom and sat her on the counter. While the water in the shower warmed up, I undressed her. Started with discarding the blanket in the hamper. I removed her t-shirt and aimed to throw it in the hamper.
“Throw it away.” She said. “It’s ruined anyway.”
I nodded and tossed it in the trash.
Her chin had a small nick in it, a few more on her left arm and both knees. I removed her skirt and threw it away.
A huge bruise had formed on her left hip.
I touched it.
She winced.
“That's going to be sore for awhile.”
“It's fine.”
I shook my head and reached under the sink for the first aid kit.
She was so cute. Sitting there with her ankles crossed, her hands on her lap waiting. She was going to be a great little sub. He bright eyes gleamed watching me.
I removed my shirt. I reached in my lower back and pulled out my gun. I sat it on the counter.
Mika's eyes followed it.
She reached out.
“Mika.”
She jumped.
“Don’t touch Daddy’s gun without permission.”
She sighed and put her hands back on her lap.
“You ever held a gun before.”
“No.”
“You want to learn.”
“Yes, sir.” She swung her legs back and forth.
I reached into my front pocket and cocked my head.
“What's wrong?” Mika asked. She let her hair down and peeked behind her in the mirror. She quickly twisted and put it back on the top of her head in a bun.
“So, next time you get kidnapped,” I pulled them out. “You should probably hold on to your panties little girl.”
I held them out to her.
She shook her head and burst into a giggle. She covered her mouth and laughed louder.
I threw the panties in the hamper.
I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them.
She stopped laughing.
“You're body is beautiful Daddy.”
I stepped to her and nudged her legs apart.
“Thank you baby.”
I disinfected her wounds; none of them were too deep. Most of them just scratches. When I was finished, Mika leaned into me.
I scooped her up in my arms.
She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I walked her into the shower stall. And held her to me as the water ran down her back.
“Don’t get my hair wet.” She whispered. “It’s a mess to dry.”
I nodded and sat her down.
She turned toward the spray and let it wash over her as she leaned back on me.
I squeezed soap in my hand and soaped them up. I massaged her neck, her shoulders, and her back and worked my way down. I skipped over her ass.
“Turn around.” I knelt in front of her. I soaped up her legs.
I worked my way up. I rested my chin on her stomach and looked up.
She watched me.
My hand roamed.
Her breath increased.
She ran her hands through my hair and down my face.
My hands slid up her side, and rested lightly on her hips. I rubbed small circles concentrated on her ass. I massaged each cheek. She gripped my shoulders to steady herself.
“That feel good, baby?” I kissed her stomach.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed.
I stood up.
I ran my hands over her tits, massaged the whole surface. I worked my way to her protruding nipples. They darkened the more she got turned on. I lowered my head and took one in my mouth and rolled my tongue over it.
She gasped and held the back of my head to her.
I moved to the other. Nipped on it before sucking it in my mouth.
She arched her back.
I let it go.
The cutest little whimper escaped her lips.
I stood and wrapped her in my arms. My cock nudged against her stomach. She reached for it.
“What did I say about touching Daddy's things without permission?”
She looked up with those beautiful eyes and let out a cute little giggle.
I leaned over and kissed her. Pushed my tongue in her mouth as I reached down and ran my hand between her ass cheeks and cupped her pussy.
She gasped in my mouth.
“Daddy doesn't need permission.” I said against her lips.
She nodded.
I pushed two fingers inside of her.
She stiffened and tried to pull away.
“Mika.” I warned.
She lowered her head and tried to step back.
“Look at me, baby girl.”
She looked up. Tears pooled in her eyes.
“It’s just me touching you.” I pushed my fingers in further, but didn’t move. Waited for the recognition show on her face. “Just me.”
“I'm sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“If I hadn't of took off this morning, none of this would have happened.” She blinked.
I closed my eyes, calmed the anger before it rose and scared her.
Truth was all of this was my fault. I didn’t protect her. I let her down.
I removed my hand from her body and stood up. I stepped back.
She followed.
“Conor.” Her voice pleaded as if she knew what I was thinking. “It wasn't your fault.”
She could read my mind.
“I should have protected you.”
“You found me.”
“I shouldn't have lost you.”
“I want to know what's going on.” She grabbed my hand. “I wanted to know everything.”
I opened my mouth.
“But, not right now.” She placed my hand on her body. “Now, I want to forget.”
I looked away.
“Please Daddy.”
I turned to face her.
“Make me forget.”
Chapter Fourteen
Conor
I rinsed Mika off.
“Go brush your teeth.” I pushed her out of the shower. “I’ll meet you in bed.”
The compound was always stocked with essentials.
Mika wrapped a white towel around her. She found a toothbrush in the top drawer and brushed her teeth. She washed her face, leaned close to peek at her skin.
I watched her through the glass shower stall. If she noticed, she didn’t let on.
She reached up and untwisted her hair.
She tried to comb it out with her fingers, remove the tangles.
She picked up the ends and studied it. She dropped her shoulders, twisted it and put it up again.
The compound had everything we needed, but I never thought we needed a weaver. If that's what you called it.
Mika was self conscious about her appearance. I recognized it the first moment I saw her, especially around her father. I told her she was beautiful and would continue to do so. She didn't need the make up or the fake hair. Her beauty radiated from the inside out.
I saw the way she treated the staff at the compound and the quiet moments I witnessed when she didn't know I was watching. The way she could carry on a conversation with the gardener. She would ask the cook about her family and about her village in Columbia.
Mika had good friends she communicated with daily on Facebook and text messages. People missed her. She was a good woman. The bratty side was an act. She wanted attention.
When we got out of the mess we were in, I’d give her all the attention she deserved.
She checked her hair again and walked out of the bathroom.
Mika had laid on her back in the middle of the bed, the towel wrapped around her.
I crawled in the bed and opened up the towel.
“On your tummy.” I helped her turn over.
I brought lotion from the bathroom. I rubbed it all over her body.
The way her skin went from dry to silky smooth as it absorbed the lotion made my cock stir. I wanted to take my time and care for her, but my dick had other ideas.
“You are so beautiful, little girl.”
I rubbed the soles of her feet.
She moaned.
“Thank you Daddy.” She sighed and looked back at me.
“Put your knees up under you” I guided her left leg. “Relax on your hands. If your hip, hurts, let me know.”
She did as she was told.
I situated myself on my knees behind her. I finished the lotion treatment on her ass.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked.
“No Daddy.” She said, “But I can still feel it.” She giggled.
My cock stood at attention.
“No worries little girl.” I ran a finger over her puckered hole. “I'm not going to spank you …unless you’re bad.”
“I’ll be good Daddy.” She squirmed as my finger rubbed in circles around her asshole.
“You ever let in anyone in here?” I asked as I pressed.
“No, sir.” She answered.
“You saved your ass for Daddy?” I pressed the tip of my index finger in the sensitive hole.
Mika groaned and looked back with curious concern.
“Not today baby.” I nodded. And moved my hand down to her pussy.
“Some day, sir.” She said.
I smiled and pushed two fingers in her pussy.
She came up off the bed.
I placed my hand on her lower back to bring her back down.
I moved in and out of her pussy, her slickness coated my fingers. I removed them and stroked my dick with them as I lined up at her entrance.
“You ready for Daddy to make you forget.”
“Fuck me Daddy.”
I pushed in, and sunk into her. Closed my eyes and revealed in the feeling of her squeezing my cock as it burrowed deeper. When I was all the way in, my pelvis flush with her ass, I stopped.
She felt so soft and so warm. I let her fuck me before, but it felt different taking her like this. I reached out and touched the back of her neck. Ran my hand down her back.
She moaned as I pulled out.
I didn't pause. I pushed back into her. I fucked her like this, in and out. Slow long strokes maintained control.
Mika was out of control quick. She rocked back on my cock trying to find a rhythm of her own. I allowed it, letting her take a little for all she was giving me.
I watched my cock disappear inside her. I massaged her ass cheeks and played with her asshole.
She moaned in rhythm, but stopped.
“You okay baby?” I asked.
She turned he face toward me.
“You need something.” I pushed back into with more force.
She yelped.
Her pussy squeezed me, her orgasm tried to push me out and it hadn't even reached full strength, yet.
“What do you want, baby.”
She shook her head and buried her face in the pillow.
“Use your words, baby.” I slammed back home.
Her head shot up.
“Oh fuck.” She moaned.
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“I need to co—” She didn’t finished the sentence.
I slammed home
She screamed out, “Daddy.”
She came, squeezing the life out of my cock.
I stilled inside of her until the energy crested.
As she came down, I picked up the pace, my hand on the middle of her back. I angled my body and slide into her smooth and deep.
“Oh, Oh, Oh,” she sang with every thrust. Before long, the orgasm took complete control of her body and it didn't stop.
I powered through it with short strokes. I matched her syncopated rhythm with grunts of my own. I continued pounding into her.
She reared up on her arms, which changed the angle and my cock must of hit a button.
Her legs quaked and she collapsed on the bed.
My cock spurted inside of her, a short shot. I scrunched my face. That can't be it. It wasn’t. I tried to pull out. Her pussy gripped my cock and pulled me back into her.
It wasn't done with me yet.
My cock, twitched and I lost all control of my body as I shot my load inside of her. One hot spurt after another. I could feel it filling her up and coating my cock.
She relaxed enough.
I immediately pulled out.
Mika collapsed on her stomach.
I had two more shots left in me and released on her ass.
I growled as one more trickled out and I collapsed on the bed next to her.
When I regained consciousness, Mika was already asleep. I cleaned her up and cuddled behind her while I held her in my arms.
I sent up a silent prayer to who or what ever in the universe brought her into my life and joined her in dreamland.
Chapter Fifteen
Mika
I woke up with chills.
I was alone.
The breeze off of the ocean filled the room. A rose sat on Conor's pillow with a note attached.
You hungry now, little one? Find something to wear and come downstairs
Daddy.
I smiled and brought the rose up to my nose. It smelled sweeter than any rose. The world was sweeter and brighter with Conor in my life. I was so far gone over him, I was spouting sonnets and singing love songs.
I rolled my eyes and scooted off the bed.
