6. Micaela

6

MICAELA

R elief, confusion, fear, and longing swirl around in my mind as I sit in silence on the way back to Morrison’s cabin. I had no idea my father was so cruel. Yes, he’s laid hands on me in the past, and yes, he’s been rough in his treatment of me for most of my life. But kidnapping? Duct taping my mouth? Binding my wrists? I used to think my father had a black soul. Now I know he has no soul at all.

I look over at Morrison, who is as stoic as ever. What is he thinking? Is he upset with me? Annoyed that he had to come rescue me? He said he’s keeping me. Do I dare let myself hope he feels the same way about me as I do about him?

We turn into the winding driveway of Morrison's home and my foot starts tapping involuntarily. I twist my hands in my lap, nervousness, and anxiety for what's to come eating me up inside.

Not a single word is spoken as he parks the car inside the large garage.

Morrison gets out of his truck, leaving me in the passenger seat. I take a deep breath, about to follow him inside the house when my car door opens, revealing the massive man with an inscrutable look on his face.

“Thank you for rescuing me yet again,” I start. “I’ll just… I’ll just grab my phone that I think I left inside and then I can call a cab and–”

Morrison doesn't let me finish before he pulls me out of the car and crushes me against his chest. I'm still reeling from everything with my father and the mess of emotions I've cycled through all day, but I can't help melting into his embrace. His peppermint and pine scent coats my lungs and his heavy breaths match my own.

But then I remember my doubts and unanswered questions. I push against his chest, but Morrison only tightens his hold on me. I pound my fists on his solid muscle and twist in his embrace, trying to somehow both free myself and burrow further into his warmth.

“Let me go,” I whimper pathetically.

"No," comes the one-word response.

I fist his shirt and pull him closer, then spread my palms out and shove him away from me. I don’t know what’s happening, what I want, or why he showed up at my father’s house to save me. My breaths saw in and out of my lungs, each one more painful than the last. It feels like I’m breathing through a straw, but I still kick my legs out and try to untangle myself from Morrison.

“Stop fighting me, babygirl,” he murmurs, making my heart trip all over itself. I’m too far gone to give up now, though.

“No,” I growl.

I manage to duck under his arms, slipping out of his grip. Why does it feel like I’m free-falling with no one to catch me? Why do I want to crawl back into Morrison’s embrace and beg him to never let me go? My thoughts are all knotted up somewhere deep inside, twisting and tangling and suffocating me.

Morrison doesn’t let me get very far. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against his solid chest. A shiver rolls down my spine when his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

“Why did you run away from me, little girl?” he growls, his hot breath kissing my sensitive skin.

“What does it matter?” I say with more force than I thought I was capable of at the moment.

Morrison grunts and tightens his hold on me. “It matters a whole hell of a lot, seeing as you’re the center of my universe and you own my heart and soul.”

“Excuse me?” I try wiggling out of his embrace, and to my surprise, he actually lets me go.

And then he presses his hand in between my shoulder blades and bends me over the hood of the truck. I catch myself on my hands, then glare at him over my shoulder. Morrison’s eyes are nearly black as he rakes his gaze up and down my body.

My legs tremble, and god, am I wet right now? Morrison looks like he's about to rip me in two with his intensity and bottled-up rage, and yet all I can think about is how he's going to punish me.

Morrison slides his hand up and down my spine slowly like he's savoring the feeling of me beneath his fingertips. He relaxes me with gentle strokes, his touch remarkably tender.

And then he smacks my ass so hard I jolt forward and gasp for air. I'm about to scream for him to stop when the sting fades and sizzles in my veins, dissolving into liquid pleasure.

Morrison massages the sore spot with one hand and gathers my hair up into a ponytail with his other hand, pulling my head back as he bends over me. I gasp when I feel his teeth scraping across my neck and nipping my ear.

“That’s for running out on me,” he growls.

“Why do you care?”

He lands another blow to my other cheek, the tingling sensation rocketing through me with jagged edges and sharp tension.

“I’ve told you a dozen times by now. You’re mine . My little girl. Now tell me, why did you leave this morning?”

I shake my head no and squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for another blow. It doesn’t happen. In fact, Morrison steps back, leaving me shivering and gasping for air.

I’m about to turn around and beg him to keep going, but Morrison shoves my skirt up my thighs and over my hips, exposing more of me. I should protest. I should yell at him to stop touching me, but the fucked up part of me craves this.

I spread my legs wider and arch my back, wanting him to see. Wanting him to be proud of me for obeying. For submitting. It’s a twisted thought, a deliciously sinful desire, to give up control of my body to this man.

“Christ,” he grunts, his hands cupping my ass and squeezing roughly.

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Morrison growls and spreads my cheeks apart, cursing under his breath again.

“You gonna tell me what you’re thinking or will I have to spank it out of you?”

My body takes over, leaving my mind spinning and sputtering as I wiggle my hips.

Morrison lands three quick smacks to one cheek and then the other before rubbing the heated skin. His hand slides lower, lower, lower, until he’s rubbing my pussy from behind.

"Fuck, baby. You're soaking my fingers. Admit that you like it when Daddy takes control."

Oh fuck. Oh fuck . I cry out as he circles my clit over and over, gasping for breath as that one word sinks down into my very being and fills me up from head to toe.

Daddy.

“Answer me, Micaela.”

I want to refuse him. I want to tell him no, to tell him it’s wrong and I’m not that kind of girl, but I’d be lying. And he’d know it.

"I… yes," I whisper. He rewards me by sinking two fingers into my spasming channel, massaging my walls, and filling me up. The coil in my belly tightens, tightens, tightens with each thrust until tears sting my eyes and I can't breathe. I need to come so bad it hurts.

Morrison withdraws his hand and I nearly collapse from the ache of being denied. I feel him wipe my juices over my ass, some sick part of me loving how filthy it is. He cracks his palm right over the wet spot, making everything that much more intense.

Again, again, again, he spanks me, each one loosening the knot of tangled emotions that’s been suffocating me all day.

“That’s it, little love,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear, pausing his punishment for the moment to tease my entrance again. “I feel you coming apart for me. Let me have it all. I want your orgasm, your secrets, your goddamn heart and soul. Now give it to me, little girl.”

Morrison smacks my raw, throbbing pussy and I come so hard my vision flashes white. I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but let go and feel Morrison’s commands course through me and push me deeper into my pleasure.

My arms give out and my entire body trembles as tears drip down my cheeks. I cry and come and gasp for air, unfurling before my Daddy.

I slump against the truck, completely spent, but Morrison isn’t done with me yet. I watch him kneel behind me, his dark eyes round and clouded with lust as he stares at my core. I barely have time to register what’s happening before he buries his face into my cunt, licking me from top to bottom. I cry out and grip the hood of the truck, bracing myself as he teases my opening with the tip of his tongue.

Morrison’s hands roam up and down my thighs, spreading me open as he devours me. I feel his tongue everywhere; gliding through my folds, playing with my bundle of nerves, darting in and out of my tight hole. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Morrison wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard . All of the air leaves my lungs, followed by a desperate, breathy moan.

Every swipe of his tongue is followed by a low, strained grunt. He sounds like he can't get enough like he's gorging on me and doesn't want to come up for air. That thought has me pressing back against him, offering him everything he wants.

"Fuck," he growls, gasping for air. "You like it when Daddy kisses you here?"

A wave of arousal breaks over me, prickling my skin and making me gush. I shouldn’t love his filthy words, but there’s no denying the way they affect me. Morrison dives back in, licking me, sucking me, scraping his teeth along my sensitive folds and swollen clit.

“Tell me, babygirl. Tell me who owns your orgasms.”

My legs start shaking uncontrollably as every muscle in my body tenses. I’m so close. My stomach clenches, my heart pounds, and my joints lock up. I hold my breath, preparing for the pleasure to come.

I just need one more swipe of his tongue, one more, so close… one more…

Morrison pulls back, making me whimper in frustration. He chuckles darkly, and then I feel the sting of his hand as he spanks me. "You do, Daddy!" I cry out. "Please, Daddy, please, it hurts…"

The words come spilling out of my mouth like I've been holding them back for years and they've finally burst free.

“I’ll always take care of this pussy, babygirl. I’ll always give you what you need. Do you trust me?”

I whimper, wanting to tell him what he needs to hear but still clinging to my independence. “I…”

Morrison bites down on my raw, red cheek, sending sparks of pain and pleasure coursing through my nerves. “I know you’re scared,” he says in a surprisingly tender voice. “I’ll never hurt you, Micaela. Give me your trust. Give me control, little girl.”

I bite my lips so hard tears prick the back of my eyes, but even that can’t stop me from speaking my truth. “I trust you,” I murmur so softly I don’t know if he even heard me.

“Say my name while I make you come, babygirl,” he growls.

The sound of Morrison unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper fills my ears and then he grips my cheeks, plunging his thick cock into my aching pussy. Morrison’s hand covers my mouth right as a scream is ripped from my core.

“Daddy, Daddy, fuck me harder…” I spasm around him and beg for more, my muffled words turning both of us rabid.

He saws in and out of me, tapping that extra-sensitive spot that makes me babble and see white. My Daddy holds me in place, one hand dipping into my pussy and rubbing my clit while the other grips my shoulder to give him more leverage.

“Come for me, babygirl. Need to feel it. Need you to get there,” he growls as he hammers into me. I try speaking but no sound comes out. I’m completely overwhelmed with white-hot liquid bliss as it pours out of me, my orgasm destroying me from the inside out. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Morrison pierces me with his hard cock and trembles as he holds himself deep inside. His dick throbs and releases a torrent of cum, painting my insides and then dripping down my thighs. He gasps for air as another wave flows out of him and into me.

I can’t feel my legs anymore, only my rapid heartbeat as it pulses along with the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Let’s get you inside so I can clean you up and take care of you the way a Daddy should,” he murmurs before kissing the back of my sweaty neck. “I’m going to be so good to you, babygirl. I’ll make sure you never doubt me again.”

I nod and curl up in his arms. “I love you,” I whisper, unable to contain my truth any longer. Morrison freezes and I worry that I just ruined everything.

He peels me off of his chest and cradles the side of my face in his hand. “Micaela, I love you with all of my being. The connection we have is deeper, stronger, and more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s difficult to put into words, but please, babygirl, never doubt my love for you.”

I can’t hide the cheesy smile taking over my face. He kisses me once more, this time more slowly, like he’s savoring me and sealing his promises for all of time.