Chapter 4

Istupidly stayed with him. I stuck around with the promise of money and drugs.

He had a bunch of pretty, new dresses delivered to the house, and he made me model each one of them. When Aaron had me slip into the girly pink dress, I knew something was awry. It was longer than the others, and the allure of innocence surrounded me when I put it on.

"Who"s coming over?" I asked. The touch of annoyance in my voice made him furrow his brow.

"No one's coming here. But you're going to meet someone special."

"More special than your goddamn brother?" I bit back. I wasn't trying to be obstinate, but I needed a bump. Soon.

Fire burned my cheek as he slapped me. "Watch your damn mouth, little girl," he commanded.

I whimpered, my cheek burning hot. That was the first time he laid his hands on me like that.

"I need you to behave yourself tonight. It's very important."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back any curse words brooding in my throat. Aaron was paying for everything, which kept me from taking on clients, but his clients were worse than any of mine ever were. Well, almost.

"Stop pouting. This is a mutually beneficial opportunity. He uses you, I get to watch, and I potentially gain him as a business partner. Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head.

"That means I'll get a lot of money. And I can spoil you."

I fought back a curl of my lip. I didn't want to be spoiled. I wanted to be loved.

"What's his thing?" I asked.

Aaron sucked the roof of his mouth and shook his head. "That's a surprise."

I fucking hate surprises.

* * *

I satup and inhaled powder until it hit the back of my sinuses like a freight train. My mind clouded, and my body relaxed. Aaron came into the room with a glass filled a quarter of the way with water. He brought it to my mouth and tipped its contents down my throat.

"That's a good girl." He rubbed my cheek.

I started to feel a little drowsy, which was odd because coke never made me feel tired.

"Did you drug me?" I asked.

"Just a little something to take the edge off. Maybe help you be a tad bit more pliable tonight."

Pliable?"Why the fuck do I need to be pliable, Aaron?"

He grabbed my chin. "Don't talk to me in that tone, little girl. I'd give you another slap, but I don't want to ruin your makeup."

I shut my mouth, but my mind swam with fear. Is this really worth it?

Aaron guided me to his car, and I wobbled on heavy legs beside him. When I was too slow, he lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way. Despite how relaxed my body felt, my nerves sparked with anxiety.

"Where are we going?" I whined.

He put me on my feet and slapped my ass. "You'll see."

He helped me into the passenger's seat and buckled me in. With my brain in a fog, I watched the white lines zip along the road as we drove into the middle of nowhere. We turned onto a gravel road, and my eyes strained to look at the headlights in front of us. Dust rose around the car as Aaron pulled his BMW beside a man in a Lincoln.

What is it with these rich dudes?

The stranger got out of the car, his golden hair combed back on his head, but I couldn't see his face over the glare of the headlights. He adjusted the tie on his fancy fucking suit as Aaron stepped out to speak with him. A sly grin slipped across Aaron's face while they talked. Whatever was coming was going to make Aaron really happy. Which was terrifying.

The man returned to his car and drove off.

Aaron opened my door and pulled me out. "Be a good girl," he whispered as he kissed my forehead.

"What?" My voice felt disjointed and far away.

He didn't answer me. He got in the driver's seat and locked the car doors. I tugged at the handle and knocked a sluggish fist against the window. Aaron waved and drove off, leaving me alone in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, chilled from the night air. The wind kicked up the skirt of my dress, and my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. Ominous trees towered around me.

What the fuck?

Panic clawed at my throat, but I was too damn tired and confused to do anything about it.

I shielded my eyes as headlights came back into view. I hoped it was Aaron, but I knew it fucking wasn't. The hazard lights came on, and I walked toward the bright flashes, my legs as unsteady as a newborn deer's. As soon as I leaned against the car's dark hood, I knew it was the Lincoln. I squinted my eyes to see into the driver's seat, but there was no figure inside.

Fucking A.

I tried to stumble toward the driver's side door, but fabric covered my head. A pillowcase. It bunched around my neck and cut off my breath. Strong arms wrapped around me and held me in place.

"Fight back, or I'll give you a reason to fight," the deep voice said.

I strained against his grasp, writhing within the immovable strength of his arms. I screamed. I wasn't foreign to rape play, but this was my first experience with abduction play.

He gripped the side of my face, bent me forward, and slammed my head into the car's side panel. The metal crunched...or maybe it was my skull. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I fell to my knees. Warm blood dripped from my forehead.

Goddamn it, Aaron!

The man unlocked his trunk and grabbed something from inside. The unmistakable ripping sound of tape being pulled from a roll pierced the silence. He wrapped it around my wrists.

"Please," I begged.

He lifted me, threw me into the trunk, and slammed it closed. My hands grasped at the carpet beneath me. The knock to my head sent the ground spinning until nausea nearly overcame me. The trunk amplified the road noise. I struggled against the tape for no fucking reason. I hated myself so much at that moment, and I really despised Aaron. None of that was worth the money. I'd rather take my chances with weird suburban dads.

There was a mechanical whir of sound, like a garage door opening and then closing again. The noises around me stopped, and I held my breath as the lock on the trunk clicked. The hair on my arms prickled. The man grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. His hand raced up my thigh, digging his fingers into my skin.

He set me down on the ground. My knees rested on cold hardwood floors. He snatched the pillowcase off my head, and I reached my bound hands up to my forehead. I looked up at the man, still in his suit, but now wearing a masquerade mask of lacy black metal.

Great. Another masked fuck.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, craning my neck and lifting me onto my sensitive kneecaps. With a flick of the knife he pulled from his pocket, he ripped apart the tape.

"You'll call me Daddy," he said through a snarl as he tossed the knife aside.

I looked around the room. White drop cloth covered all four walls, disguising any recognizable details about the home. I was in a nondescript box with the masked man, but I could tell it was a kitchen.

"Why aren't you scared?" he asked.

I wasn't easily frightened. Not outwardly, at least. Most of my fear went without notice. But of course I was scared. Aaron fucking left me to be picked up by a guy with an abduction fantasy. What could possibly go wrong?

When I didn't respond, he punched me in the face. His knuckles glided along my jaw without inhibition. Tears swelled behind my eyes. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me to my feet. I whimpered as he leaned me over the butcher's block table. He wrapped his hands around my throat and began to squeeze. As he put more and more pressure around my neck, I fought to breathe. My hands flew toward his fingers to try and loosen his grip. He grunted and tightened his grasp.

"Do you like when Daddy chokes you, sweets?"

I loved Daddies. They were my favorite men to play with. But he wasn't a Daddy. Not even close. Daddies didn't hurt their littles like this.

Aaron's words echoed in my head, telling me to be a good girl. I forced a nod.

"Wrong answer."

Oh, he doesn't want me to like it. He wants me to hate it. Good. That's a much easier part to play, because fuck him!

"Do you like when I choke you?"

I shook my head, finally freeing the tears trapped behind my eyelids.

"You're going to take Daddy's cock in that sweet little mouth of yours."

He released my neck, and I collapsed against the countertop. The man grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back to my knees. It sounded like he was possessed by the devil as he unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his cock. He groaned and stroked himself. He gripped his base, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved himself into my mouth. There was no hesitation as he pushed to the back of my throat. His swollen head slid far enough to make me gag, and I tapped his thigh. He didn't stop. Instead, he rammed his hips forward until I choked. I tapped harder. That was the sign. That was the universal sign to fucking stop.

Tears flowed down my face, smearing my makeup. I puffed out my cheeks, trying to draw in air as he fucked my throat. I hated it. My lungs tightened, and my throat heaved with another gag. He only pulled away once the warm chunks of vomit filled my mouth. It spilled down the front of my dress and onto the floor.

Fucking piece of shit!

I leaned forward and continued to throw up on his floor, a scream begging to erupt from my throat. He hopped on one leg as the liquid splattered against his expensive leather shoes. He snarled and grabbed my face, turning my head to wipe the vomit away with my hair.

"Fucking disgusting bitch," he said. "I was told you could take a dick."

"I can if someone listens when I say it's too much. I tried to tell—"

He slapped me, silencing my words. I grabbed my face and panted through the pain.

"Shut the fuck up." He snatched my hair with his fist and dragged me away from the mess on the floor.

I fell onto my butt and reached for his hand. He wrapped his hand further in my hair, lifted me to my feet, and bent me over a dining room table. My fingers slid along the tablecloth. Something about it screamed "family" to me. Like he had one which sat at that table every Sunday after church.

"Hopefully your pussy can take a dick better than your mouth."

My heart thumped against my chest and hammered against the table beneath me. I wanted him to use a condom, but he seemed like he'd beat my ass if I asked. His hands raced up my dress and lifted the fabric. His fingers hooked my panties and ripped them down, and I fought back the heat behind my eyes. Men like him loved it when we cried.

"Will you use a condom?" I stupidly asked.

He bashed my head against the table, sending a wave of dizziness crashing over me again. It toyed with what remained in my stomach and threatened to bring it up.

"I'm not using a condom. Tell Daddy you want his come inside you."

I groaned, and he made a motion to go for my face again.

"I want your come inside me."

He punched me again, rattling my jaw. "What did I tell you to call me?"

"I want your come...inside me...Daddy," I said through clenched teeth.

Fuck you, Aaron. I'm not fucking going back there.

The man surged inside me. I wasn't wet enough for the force he used, but he didn't give a shit. He fucked me, and I zoned out until he came inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling disgusted about myself. That wasn't who I was. Aaron made me do things I'd never do.

He smacked my ass and tugged my dress down. "Thank me," he said as he raised my face to his.

I gnawed at the insides of my cheeks. "Thank you, Daddy."

A knock came from behind a drop cloth covering a doorway. The man grabbed the pillowcase from the floor and shoved it back over my head. He pushed me through the cloth and toward the direction of the knock. He opened the door and forced me into strong, familiar arms. Fucking Aaron.

"We'll be in touch," the man said from behind me.

Aaron led me to the car and sat me in the backseat. He got in the driver's seat and drove away. "You can take that off your head," he said.

I tugged it off and threw it to the floor. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror. He swallowed hard at the sight of me, but it wasn't from anger. He looked turned on as hell. A silver disc in a case caught my eye. Before I could get a good look at it, he tossed it into the center console.

Did he fucking record it? Had he watched through a camera?

When he pulled off the road and climbed into the backseat with me, I knew what he wanted.

Aaron kissed the marks on my head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered against my skin.

I rolled my eyes. Fuck him.

He unzipped his pants, feeling the warm, foreign wetness between my legs. He groaned as he pushed inside me. Claiming me once more.