Without limits ssion and.., p.71
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 71
My body had been through a lot. My muscles ached. I gingerly walked to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower, washed my face and brushed my teeth.
My hair was a mess. I searched through the drawers.
Nothing.
I went into Conor's closet. His clothes hung up in order, from light to dark. His t-shirts folded neatly on the shelves. I pulled on a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of his gym shorts. They hung low on my hips.
I tucked the t-shirt in one side. I opened another drawer and found a black bandana. It would work.
I folded it in a triangle and tied it on my head.
I finger combed the back and put it in a low ponytail. It would have to do.
The smell of bacon hit my nose. My stomach growled.
I skipped downstairs.
I heard Conor's voice halfway down.
"Why’s he being so stubborn?" Conor asked. “What's he not telling us?”
I didn't hear a response.
I stopped in the entrance and surveyed the room.
It was a wide-open space with a living room area to the right with leather couches and an entertainment center covering the wall.
A large conference table with chairs sat in the center. The decor in dark tones of brown and black were masculine, but accents of white made the place feel warm.
Conor stood in the kitchen in front of the stove. All the appliances were stainless steel with clean lines.
Conor's back was to me. A baggy pair of jeans hung low on his hips and a tank top hugged his torso.
I stopped for a minute and admired him.
I didn't notice the guys at the table.
They notice me though.
Will snickered.
Conor looked over at him and over his shoulder at me. His phone cocked between his ear and shoulder. He held a spatula in the other.
"What did you find out?" Conor asked the person on the other end of the phone.
He turned and walked toward me.
He handed me a plate and pointed. Pancakes and bacon were on platters in the middle of the table.
Another guy sat at the far end of the table. He had a laptop, open and typed between bites.
I took a step toward them but stopped.
Conor pulled on the back of my shirt.
He turned me around and kissed me. His searing kiss of dominance left me a little unsteady on my feet.
"How do you like your eggs?" He asked against my lips and kissed me again.
"Scrambled."
He grinned and nodded toward the table before continuing his phone conversation.
My face grew hot as I turned to find Conor's men staring at me, slacked jawed.
If they had more couth, they would have averted their eyes when I turned, or pretended their boss hadn't just stuck his tongue down my throat.
No such luck.
"You weren't kidding." The new guy said.
Will hit him on the shoulder.
"Miss Thompson." He pointed to his friend. "This is Sam."
"Nice to meet you." I sat opposite Will. "Call me Mika. Both of you."
"Mika," Sam said. "Pretty name for a pretty--" He dropped his eyes.
I knew why. I could feel the heat of Conor's stare on the back of my neck.
"Geez." Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Can't even pay a person a compliment."
Conor spooned fluffy scrambled eggs on my plate and kissed my neck before returning to the kitchen.
I loaded my plate with pancakes and bacon.
My stomach growled again.
I couldn't remember the last time I ate. I took a bite and everything tasted amazing. I stifled a groan and spooned more eggs in my mouth. Followed by the bacon.
"Slow down." Will said. "You're going to get sick."
I grinned and continued.
"Fuck," Conor said.
We all turned around.
"We need to wrap this shit up now." Conor listened and nodded. He hung the phone up without saying goodbye.
He walked over to the table and sat down. He rubbed his face and his eyes focused on one spot. He was deep in thought.
"What's going on?" I reached for his hand.
"Eat." He said and leaned back.
"Conor. Tell me." I sat my fork down. "You said you'd tell me everything. I need to know."
He rubbed his chin.
"Those guys who took you were with the Rodriquez cartel."
"Okay." Was that supposed to mean something to me?
"It wasn't a random grab. They targeted you." Conor's voice took on a monotone cadence.
"Why would they kidnap me?" I pushed my plate away, my appetite suddenly gone.
"I don't know yet." Conor rubbed his hands together. "We put someone on the place we found you in and no ones been in or out since we left."
Conor’s demeanor scared me.
"And, they haven't called for a ransom demand, so I don't know what they want.” He talked about it with no feeling. “I'm thinking they may try again."
"Why would they try again?" I hugged myself.
"Because the clean cut guy I took out." Conor looked at me.
I nodded.
"He was Rodriguez’s son."
"It wasn't his first son." Will said.
Conor glared.
"I'm just saying, it wasn't like he was grooming the guy to take over. He's got five sons." Will pushed half a pancake in his mouth. “While their father runs things from Pelican Bay, the sons are all pretending to be in charge.”
I looked out the window off to the beach.
“I reached out to a guy I know.” Will swallowed. “The one who took Mika had a falling out with the oldest brother. Maybe taking Mika was some way to prove to his brothers he was just as bad ass as they were.”
Sam stood and brought his computer to the center of the table.
“See, three of the brothers all run a part of the business. Oldest handles the drugs, second oldest the guns, the third, He's the America educated one, launders the money.” Sam pointed to a color coded chart with photos of each brother.
I spotted the guy who took me. My stomach churned. Bile rose in my throat.
“Maybe our guy was bringing human trafficking to the table,” Will said.
Conor shut the laptop.
I looked up.
"You are safe here." Conor leaned forward.
"I know, but...”
"What?" He asked.
"Why isn't my dad here?"
"James tried to get him to leave." Conor grabbed my hand. "He said since you're safe, then there's nothing to worry about."
"You don't believe him?"
"I don't." Conor toyed with telling me something.
"Yeah, because you came storming in there like a bull and shot up the place. Now it's personal."
"It was personal the moment they laid hands on you," Conor yelled.
"What about James?" I yelled back and took my hand back. "What about your men? What if they get hurt or worse?"
"It's part of the job." Conor shrugged.
I saw red.
"Fuck that." I stood up. “Fuck that part of the job shit. If something happens to them, I...”
"Mika. Calm down."
I wiped the tears from my face and got in his face. "Fuck you Conor. Don't tell me what to do."
As soon as the words left my lips, I wanted to take them back.
Conor's nostrils flared and his face turned an unflattering shade of red.
I peeked at Will.
He had his face buried in plate.
"Daddy," I whispered.
Conor stood up fast.
I cowered back.
“Go up stairs and wait for me." His voice way calmer than I expected.
I lowered my head and ran up the stairs.
I expected to hear Conor's steps right behind me.
I was wrong.
Perhaps this was my punishment.
Waiting for him was worse than the spanking.
Chapter Sixteen
Conor
“Your girl’s a bit fiery." Sam stood up and took his plate into the kitchen. "I like her."
"Shut up." I rubbed my face and stared out into the ocean. What was I doing? Rule number one of security work, don't fall for the subject. It interferes with your thought process. Fucks up your priorities.
"What does James think?" Will asked.
"He thinks her father is involved someone how." I sat back down. "He's not acting appropriately."
"You know how James is with his instincts." Will chimed in.
"I know. That's why I'm worried."
"What about her?" Sam grabbed his laptop. "How do we know she's not involved? It is her father."
"Do you not read the stuff we give you?" Will asked.
"What?" Sam held his hand out. "It wouldn't be the first time a subject lied or left something out."
I pressed my hands on the dark wood table. His suggestion irked me, but not as much as it should.
She may not know what this situation was about, but she knew what her father was into. She was an intuitive person. She wouldn't follow him down to Colombia to get to know him unless she had an agenda.
Mika had grown up with her mother who passed away two years ago. Although she knew her father growing up, they weren't family.
She was a twenty-two year old woman who'd needed to get to know her father now. Why?
Security for a private businessman in Columbia wasn't something we would normally take on.
It was a personal favor for an old friend.
I stood up and rubbed the top of my head. I grabbed my phone and typed out a quick message to James to reach out to our old friend to see what he knew.
In the mean time, I had to get a handle on Mika.
I entered the bedroom.
Mika sat on the edge of the bed, lost in her own thoughts.
When she heard me, she sat up straight and placed her hands on her thighs.
I grabbed the chair by the desk and sat it in front of her. I rubbed my hands together.
"Do you know what's going on between us?"
She leaned in and smirked.
"You’re my Daddy and I'm your little girl?" She raised her voice a few octaves.
It made my cock stir.
I pushed the thought out of my head. We needed to deal with this once and for all.
I frowned.
She pouted and exhaled.
"I overheard you and James, talking about it. You're into BDSM."
"I was. A long time ago." I said. "Have you been in a Dom/sub relationship before?"
"No." She bit her lips. "But I get it. The dynamic, the power play. You want to be in control."
"Yes. I do, but that has very little to do with how I fuck."
She blinked.
"Why did you submit to me?" I asked.
"I don't know" She shrugged her shoulders. "You've got this whole dominant thing down. It just felt right."
"I need more than that baby girl."
"You doubt this is real."
"For me it's real and I'm not playing. I just need to know. What do you want? What do you need, Mika?"
She sighed and stood up.
"I want to matter to someone. Is that okay? I know it makes me sound like a pathetic little girl, but it’s all I've every wanted. To matter to someone."
"Is that why you came down to Columbia with him?"
"Maybe." She looked away.
"What is it baby girl?" I pulled on the oversized t-shirt.
She walked over and sat on my lap.
She blinked away tears.
"I just wanted to see if there was anything there between us." She sniffled. "My father and I.
I nodded.
"I felt like a secret that everyone in his world knew about but didn't talk about."
"What about his family?" I wrapped my arm around her waist.
"I have a uncle, but my dad's parents died a long time ago. I never met them." She wiped her face and rested her head on my chest.
"I reached out to him and he was excited about me spending time with him." She lifted her head. "I wanted to change my mind as soon as I got to his place in LA, but he really seemed like he wanted me around."
"And, when you got to Colombia?"
"He ignored me. " She lifted her head. "It was weird. It was like he didn't want to get to know me, but it doesn't matter because I found you. Not that finding you has anything to do with my daddy issues."
I narrowed my eyes.
"At least I don't think so." She scratched her face.
"It doesn't." I answered her unspoken questions. “What about his business. Do you know anything about it?”
“Not really. Just that he told me six months in Columbia would take his business to the next level.” She shrugged.
A millionaire talking next level meant one thing, he was talking billionaire and the only men making billions in Columbia were the cartel.
"Have you had a little before?"
Mika’s question pulled me out of my thoughts.
"I've played, but not one of my own."
"This is your first time, too?” She grinned. She liked that answer.
I kind of did, too.
I caress her check and bury my face in her neck and inhale.
She smells so sweet, so nice. Too nice for the messed up situation we were in.
She had more questions, but didn’t know how to ask.
"Is that how you see me?" She leaned back. "As a needy little girl."
"No." I pulled on her ponytail. "I see someone who's perfected the art of putting on an act to please others and wants permission to be herself."
"We aren't just playing?"
"No, we aren't." I held her close. "I'll give you what you need and you need to trust that I know what that is."
She nodded.
I leaned back.
"You trust me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." I squeezed her. "When all of this is over, we have a lot of things to work out, but in the mean time" I kissed her ear. "You call me Conor or sir, around the guys."
"Yes, Sir."
"In private, you call me Daddy. Whether we are playing or not."
"Yes Daddy."
"And, no matter what." I stood up with her in my arms. "You are always respectful." I threw her on the bed.
She gasped.
"On your knees little one." I crawled on the bed.
She crawled away.
I grabbed her ankles and swatted her on the ass hard.
"Oh,"
"Oh what?"
"Oh Daddy."
"That's my girl."
Chapter Seventeen
Mika
I woke up alone again. Did Conor not sleep? I grinned at the sound of his name and the ache his hand left on my ass.
He spanked me again, but it wasn't a punishment. It was full of toe curling orgasms.
He was trying to distract me.
It didn't work.
The phone on the nightstand beeped.
I crawled over to the side of the bed and looked at it. Conor left his phone.
I stood to go and find him, but the number on the caller id was familiar.
I answered it.
"Dad."
"Mika. Oh thank God." My dad exhaled a sigh of relief. "He told me you were fine, but I needed to hear your voice."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm fine.”
"Where are you?" He asked. I heard a door slam through the receiver. "Conor wouldn't tell me."
"He'll bring you here." I sat back on the bed. "You should come here, until they figure out what's going on."
The phone was silent.
"Dad." It felt weird calling him that.
"I'm here." I heard another voice whispering in the background. "How did you get to where you are?" My dad asked.
"We flew on a private jet."
"How long was the flight?"
"A few hours." I rubbed my forehead. "I'm at a house on the ocean."
"Think Mika."
"Dad. Just ask James."
"James isn't here."
I stood up.
"What do you mean?" My heart raced. "Where is he?"
"Mika, I don't know." His tone dismissive.
"Let me go get Conor." I walked toward the door.
"No." My dad yelled. "It's fine."
"Dad what's going on?"
He spoke to someone else. I heard muffled voice.
"Listen." He sounded exhausted. "Stick near Conor and be careful. I'll see you soon." The phone went dead.
Raised voices from downstairs stopped me at the door. A chill ran through me. Conor voice growled, but I couldn’t make out the muffled words. A door slammed and then silence.
I walked back to the bed and sat the phone where I found it. I lay back down, pulled the covers up around me.
I needed to think.
What was going on? Why was Conor so angry? Why did James leave my dad? I was in the dark about a lot of stuff and I didn’t like it.
What happened to my life?
A month ago, I was in DC, enjoying being a twenty-two year old college graduate on her way to graduate school.
In the last two days, I’ve been kidnapped, held at gunpoint, beaten up, fondled, and bruised.
That’s nothing compared to what Conor had done to me.
I was drawn to him from the minute I walked into my dad’s office. He had kept one eye on me since and I liked it.
Hell, I loved it.
I’d had complete control in every relationship in my life. My mother before she died was more like the child and I was the parent. With my friends, I was the leader. They looked to me for everything from where we hang out to what shoes they should wear with an outfit.
My two best friends, Kara and Jasmine were heading to New York with me in the fall.
Kara snagged an entry-level position with a fashion magazine. Jasmine got into Colombia University’s journalism program. I was heading to Fordham Business School.
When I told them I was heading to Colombia for the summer, they had their bags packed.
I’d made an excuse about my dad not wanting too many people around at this critical time. I played up how my father might finally want me in his life.
They bought it and were happy for me.
We continued to communicate over texts and Facebook. I haven't been in touch for two days. They must be worried.
