Silent Daughter 1: Taken (7 page)

"Why do I make you angry?" she asks. Her voice quivers.

There it is. She is scared.

Deliciously scared.

"Get up," I command her.

She flinches at the sound of my voice. The beast is right there, dancing on the tip of my tongue. I can no longer hide it, and I know I won't be able to have a conversation with her right now.

I need to feed the beast first.

"Get up!" I repeat, louder this time. "I'm not going to say it again."

Her eyes widen with fear and her cheeks blush. She likes this. Her flushed cheeks are just as much of a telltale as her erratic breathing.

She jumps up from her seat and takes two steps away from me.

There's nowhere to run, little girl.

She stares at me, her eyes wide open with that delicious panic. Her breathing has changed to that exquisite rhythm I love so much.

I get up from my seat and dart forward, grabbing her upper arm as I come to a halt in front of her and pulling her so close to me that her delicate body is pressed against mine. She gasps in surprise and stares up at me.

"I know you don't mind," I whisper. "I would like to get a taste of you now. I'm sorry, it can't wait."

Her eyes flicker.

"A taste of me?" she breathes.

"Exactly," I confirm.

I turn around and drag her with me as I make my way downstairs to the lower deck. She stumbles down the narrows stairs behind me, almost falling, before I catch her. I close the door behind us, just in case she turns out to be a screamer after all.

"Undress!" I order her as we stand in the living area of the lower deck.

She takes a quick look around as if she was checking whether we're alone or not. The interior is designed in modern colors similar to the upper deck, but featuring a few darker accents. Behind Liz is a ridiculously large sofa corner all in grey and black.

I take few steps forward, causing her to retreat closer to the sofas behind her.

"I said undress!" I repeat, glaring at her with narrow eyes.

She takes a deep breath. "Here? Now?"

"Yes," I confirm. "And if you don't do it in the next few seconds, I promise you, you'll be in trouble."

She furls her eyebrows. "What about you? Won't you g
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I interrupt her by darting forward, grabbing her upper arm again and throwing her towards the sofa.

"When I tell you to do something," I yell as I push her forward. "You fucking do it, understand?"

She manages to prevent herself from falling onto the sofa and turns around to me, her eyes burning with fury.

"Understand?" I repeat, taking another step closer to her.

"Yes," she replies through pressed lips.

"Master," I correct her. "That's what you'll call me from now on. Yes, Master."

She swallows hard. This part is clearly not easy, and I am sure she has never had to call anyone else Master.

Good. Perfect.

"Yes, Master," she breathes, lowering her eyes.

"And look at me while you say it," I demand.

She sighs. An offense that will get her in trouble later, but I let it pass for now.

"Yes, Master," she repeats, now fixating me with her eyes.

Simultaneously, she starts unwrapping the giant scarf around her neck.

"Good girl," I praise. "Stand over here."

I point to the spot right next to me, about four feet away from the sofa.

She obeys immediately and places herself where I want her.

I exchange places with her and let myself settle onto the couch, crossing my legs as I look up at her with expectation.

"Go ahead," I encourage her.

She nods and takes off her scarf, unbuttoning her coat next. She places both items on a table behind her before she proceeds. She is wearing a black turtleneck wool dress. It is not very revealing but flatters her slim frame. It suits her well.

Liz hesitates for a moment until I raise my eyebrows, urging her to continue. She nods and steps out of her boots. Next, she reaches beneath her dress and rolls down the dark pantyhose she is wearing below. Interesting choice.

Her pale legs look even whiter in comparison to the dark clothing. Her demeanor shows that she is feeling quite exposed already, even though her tight dress still covers most of her body.

Her eyes fixate on mine in search of approval. I nod and beckon her to proceed.

"We don't have all day," I remind her, even though that's not true.

She swallows again and reaches down, grabbing the hem of her dress with both hands before she pulls it up and rolls it over her head, revealing equally dark underwear. She is wearing a lacy black bra and a matching thong, a lot racier than one would expect judging from her fairy-like attire at the party.

For a few delicious moments, she gets caught up in her dress, her face covered by it as her nearly naked body struggles to get out of the piece of clothing.

My cock rises to attention, more than ready to be inside of her.

She frees herself from the dress, leaving her hair in a mess and her cheeks flushed. After she places it with the other clothes on the table behind her, she shoots me a look of accomplishment.

"Do you think you're done?" I inquire. "I said undress. You're still wearing clothes."

She looks startled and opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it.

Instead, she moves her hands behind her back and unhooks her bra. In a futile attempt to cover herself, she shields her breasts as they are freed. They are bigger than her delicate frame would suggest. Round and firm, sagging just the slightest bit due to their size. The perfectly drop-shaped breast of a young girl.

She hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and slowly rolls it down her legs, her boobs dangling seductively as she bends forward.

"Present yourself," I order as soon as that last item of clothing is gone.

She looks at me, confused. Her hands instinctively moved forward, shielding her private parts.

"Don't hide that beautiful body," I clarify. "Move those hands to the side and show yourself."

She hesitates for a moment but soon obliges. Her slim arms are hanging down at each side of her body as I take in the sight of her.

She has prepared herself well. Her center is waxed clean, revealing the rosy lips at her entrance. Her nipples are round and full, rising up and down as she breathes in deep and long inhales and exhales.

My hands wander to my lap, grabbing the hard erection that is poking against my suit pants.

"See what you're doing to me?" I ask her, rubbing my cock through the fabric. "This is all you. And you'll have to deal with it."

LIZ

My eyes are fixated on his lap where he is stroking his erection through the fabric of his suit pants. A wave of pride travels through my body when I see the effect I have on him.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and narrow. Foreshadowing. He radiates lust and masculinity, very different from the guys I met in college. It is intimidating. A hint of doubt gets to me, wondering if I will be able to handle this. He will ask a lot more of me than any man ever has before.

I know he likes me scared, and I am.

But I love it.

I don't know how, but he must have sensed that I would be into this. He might have put two and two together when he noticed the marks around my ankles. Was that small clue enough for him to tell? He doesn't even know how I did it or why. He doesn't know what was going through my head when I did it.

Then again, it seems like he does know.

"On your knees," he says, nodding towards the floor. He is tense, hungry. Hungry for me. I can tell that it takes him a lot of effort to restrain himself. His hunger for me is so intoxicating that I feel dizzy with lust.

My center is throbbing with anticipation as I follow his order and slowly sink down onto my knees.

"Hands on your knees," he adds. "Palms up, and look at me."

I position myself as he bids and look up at him, completely naked and exposed, my palms pointing up, my body calm on the outside while my insides are wild with anticipation.

"Good girl," he praises. "This is how I like my women. Willing and obedient. Do you think you can do that for me? Follow my orders? Be a good, obedient girl for me?"

I nod. "I think so."

"Wrong answer," he snaps, raising two fingers. "For two reasons. One, you didn't address me properly. Two, you showed doubt."

He places his elbows on his knees as he leans forward to me.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" he whispers. "Will you obey me?"

I swallow. "Yes. Yes, Master."

He smiles. "That's what I like to hear. Good girl."

He straightens up and leans back on the couch, slightly opening his legs.

"Come here," he beckons me.

I crawl forward and place myself in front of him between his legs.

"Now, I think you owe me something, don't you?" he asks, displaying a smug smile on his handsome face. "Wouldn't you agree? You came pretty hard in that forest, time to repay the debt."

He leans forward and reaches for my hands, placing them on the bulge in his lap. He feels huge and rock-hard. A wave of electrifying arousal spreads through me as I start rubbing him gently through the fabric.

"You did this," he reminds me. "And now you take care of it. Show me what those beautiful lips are capable of."

I look up at him for one last affirmation before I start by unbuckling his belt. I open his pants just enough to free his cock. It springs toward me as soon as I move his black boxer briefs to the side.

He moans with approval when I wrap my hand around him. He is already so hard that I almost wonder if he has taken something to help with that. My fingers barely reach around his impressive girth as I slowly start stroking him, my eyes following the motions with adoration.

He watches me as I shyly play with his erection, worshiping the sight and feel of it. I lean forward and gently start to lick his tip very lightly, my tongue barely touches him.

"You fucking tease," he breathes.

I smile and lick along his shaft, all the way down to his balls. He shivers with lust, and I move my tongue back up, repeating the motion again and again, very slowly.

He grabs the hair at the back of my head and moves me closer, placing my lips on his tip. I instinctively open my mouth, just in time before he pushes me down. His motion is just as slow but not nearly as shy as mine have been. He doesn't stop pushing when I start to gag on his length, and he doesn't stop pushing even when the tip of his swollen cock presses against the back of my throat. I try to push myself up, coughing and gagging, but he doesn't let me.

"Oh, no, little girl," he whispers. "You need to learn your place. Teasing me like this will not go unpunished."

With this, he finally pulls me up by my hair. I gasp, desperately panting for air and coughing out saliva. He only gives me a few moments to catch my breath before he forces me down again, his cock pushing against the back of my throat once more, but this time he lifts me up sooner.

"This is how it works," he says. "I am in control. Understand?"

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

He continues to force himself inside of me, alternating between pushing me down at the back of my head and pulling me up by my hair. With every shove, his motions increase in speed until he is undeniably face-fucking me.

Saliva drips down on his length and over my face, mixed with salty tears that start to stream down my cheeks due to my shortness of breath.

He moans with passion, moving his hips up to force himself deeper down my throat. One last shove and he keeps me pinned against his pelvis, his cock preventing me from breathing freely while he gets up from the sofa. He holds me in a tight grip, grabbing my hair while pushing me against himself. I am forced to get up on my knees, my neck stretched to the limit, because of his height.

He takes a few steps around me while I struggle to follow his movements. I support myself by clinging to his legs, fearing that I might rip the fabric of his undoubtedly expensive pants.

Finally, he releases me. Strings of saliva build between his member and my mouth. I cough uncontrollably as he pulls me up by my hair.

I struggle to get up on my feet. "Ouch, that—"

"Shut up!" he barks. But he lets go of my hair instantly and pushes me back so that I fall onto the sofa.

"Legs up," he orders. "Spread them for me."

It all happens so fast; I obey his order without thinking twice.

"More!" he insists.

I lift my knees up a little further, spreading my legs as far as I can by pulling my knees apart. It is an uncomfortable position, and I have never felt this exposed in front of anybody, but he seems to be satisfied.

He groans, stroking his erection as he gazes down on me.

"So delicious," he comments before he gets down on his knees in front of me.

I blush and squint my eyes in embarrassment while he stares at my center. He massages my inner thighs, moving closer to my entrance.

I moan as he strokes along my labia with two fingers on each side, gently spreading them and exposing my throbbing clit. This is so embarrassing, and so incredibly hot.

I can feel my wetness when he leans forward, spreading my lips even more as he softly breathes against my nub. I am so electrified that I fear I might explode if he touches me.

He looks up at me, a triumphant smirk on his face. He is teasing me, just as I did to him. This is payback.

My breathing is so erratic that I feel like I am about to pass out. It gets worse with every moment that passes, him sitting in front of me and spreading my lips while the other hand squeezes my thigh.

He is still looking up at me while I sense every single one of his warm breaths on my clit.

"What do you want?" he asks.

I look at him, confused and mute.

"Tell me what you want," he clarifies. "I might give it to you."

Blood rushes to my cheeks. Dirty talk has never been my strength, and I've never had anyone order me to tell them what I want.

"Uh, I...I...," I stutter.

Why is this so hard?

I open my mouth again, sighing helplessly as I try to force myself to speak up.

But I can't. I just can't do it.

"I think we both want the same thing," he whispers. "I want to get a good taste of you, and you want me to lick your pussy."

I gasp with embarrassment.

"Am I not right?" he asks.

I nod, still mute.

"Say it then," he continues. "Tell me that you want me to lick your cute pussy."

He gently massages my labia, teasing me with my most sensitive spot. I suppress a moan, and I cannot hold my hips from moving forward, inviting him to come closer.

He chuckles. "Say it."

I sigh with desperation.

"I...I," I try again, closing my eyes in shame. "I want you to lick my pussy. Please."

"Please, what?"

Please, what? What does he mean?

I open my eyes and look at him questioningly. It takes me a few moments to understand.

"Please, Master," I plead. "Please lick my pussy."

"Is that what you want?" he clarifies.

For God's sake!

"Yes," I hiss. "Please, Master."

He slaps me on my thigh. Hard. It stings with fiery pain, and I yelp.

"Don't be bitchy," he warns. "I don't like that."

"Yes, Master," I breathe, coping with the fact that his slap added to my arousal.

He smiles. "Good girl."

Without further ado, he leans forward and finally gives me what I crave. He licks along the inside of my labia first, sparing the middle while he moves his tongue up and down with relish.

His moans are almost as loud as mine when he finally moves towards the center, tonguing around my pulsating nub, drawing smaller and smaller circles until he finally reaches my most sensitive spot.

I arch my back and throw my head back into the backrest of the sofa.

He is good. His tongue massages my wet center, slowly increasing the pressure. He moves forward, encompassing my center with his lips while his tongue works on my love bud.

My climax announces itself in strong pulses. I squirm on the sofa, still holding my legs up and spread apart.

"I'm gonna
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"

"Oh, no you're not," he interrupts me, stopping what he's doing immediately. "Not without my permission."

I sigh with frustration when he withdraws himself from my core.

"Please don't stop," I beg.

He shakes his head and reaches inside his jacket, a sight that makes me painfully aware that I am the only one who is naked. He is still dressed completely, with only his pants unzipped to expose his erection. His cock is still rock-hard and facing towards me.

He produces a condom from his jacket and rolls it over his member, looking at me with a seductive smile.

I moan when he moves his hand back to my center, teasing my clit with his thumb while he inserts his index finger inside of me.

"You're so fucking wet," he comments. "What an invitation. Tell me what you want."

Not that again. I whimper in agony, once again unable to find the right words or allow myself to speak them.

"Well?" he urges, adding another finger.

I groan with lust, moving my hips forward as I clench around his fingers.

"Please...," I beg.

"Please what?" he wants to know.

"Please fuck me," I give in.

"As you wish," he says, teasing my entrance with his tip.

He bends over and leans forward, lowering his face to mine to kiss me. It is our first kiss of the day. I can taste myself on him as his tongue darts forward, exploring my mouth with curious force.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispers in between nibbling on my lower lip. I am shivering with anticipation beneath him.

"Hard," he adds, stealing my breath as he forces himself inside of me with one brute push.

He feels so big, his impressive girth stretching me to the fullest as he fills me.

He freezes for a moment, relishing my reaction to his intrusion. I am squirming and moaning, shifting my hips to egg him on. He casts me a dark smile and straightens up, grabbing me by the hips with such a strong grip that it hurts.

Then, he lives up to his promise. He starts fucking me. Hard.

I am so startled by the sheer brutality of his motions that I lose my balance. I let go of my knees and support myself on the sofa while he rams in and out of me with merciless force.