Taken By the Stranger by Jenna Rose
Phoenix
I stare at the ceiling,tracing the same crack in the plaster that I’ve been eyeing for the last thirty-seven minutes. That’s how long I’ve been lying here with a hard-on. The same hard-on that I thought would go away after I jacked off but didn’t. Instead, it remained, like an itch you just can’t scratch, an unquenchable thirst, an incurable hunger.
And that itch, that thirst, that hunger has a name.
Sophie…
It felt good making her put on a show for me. Play with her little pussy and come while she was visibly shaken with shame. I wanted to show the little privileged bitch what she had really gotten herself into and I thought I could handle it. But what I didn’t anticipate was the effect what I was doing to her would have on me.
Her beauty, her sexuality was like a dart of some kind of intoxicating serum shot straight into my chest. My cock was rock hard beneath my pants. Sure, I wanted to fuck her brains out and leave her sore downstairs on her bed like I had done before, but it was more than that.
I wanted to keep her. Protect her. Shelter her and provide for her.
And that’s why I kept my goddamn hands off her.
In that instant, Sophie changed into something dangerous. And I’m not talking about legal ramifications either.
She’s doing something to me. I can feel it on the inside, like she’s somehow managed to sneak her claws under my skin. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing. Maybe the whole innocent game she played with me at dinner was just an act. She’s got an account on The Dungeon after all, and she’s obviously got a kinky side to her. Maybe the whole shy-girl thing was just a way of getting at me. Maybe she thinks that if she can soften me up then I’ll go easy on her, un-cuff her, treat her better.
Treat her like a princess…
The anger flares again, and I clench my fists and narrow my eyes at the crack in my ceiling.
No way Sophie’s house has any cracks in her ceilings…
I remind myself again: That’s what this girl is. A meal ticket. Ransom money. She’s not some once-in-a-lifetime love that I happened to stumble across. Sure, she’s sexy and cute as fuck when she’s nervous, but so what? I have to ignore all that and stick to the plan.
Tomorrow I’ll call her bastard of a father and get the ball rolling, get my payday and get to fixing the lives of all of those people he ruined. I’ll get her out of my life and forget about her.
With those thoughts in my mind, I rub one out again, clean myself up, and go to sleep.
* * *
I wakeup in the morning feeling energized and determined. I check on Sophie but keep my wits about me and don’t let her half-naked body curled up on the mattress get to me.
“Come with me. You can shower and eat,” I tell her as I un-cuff her.
I don’t miss the eyes she gives me as I get close; I just ignore them. She wants a dicking, but she’s not getting one. Not today. Today is the day I send her packing, and I’m not about to let some pussy distract me. Even if it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.
I wait outside the bathroom as she showers. She tries to come out before she’s dried off, but I close the door on her.
“No. Dry off and put these on,” I say, handing her one of my smaller T-shirts and the pair of shorts she wore last night.
“Phoenix, is everything okay—?”
“Sir,” I correct her. “You call me sir in this house. And everything will be okay when you’re out of here. I’m calling your folks to arrange your pickup. It will be happening soon. Until then, you keep your mouth shut.”
The look she gives me almost causes something to stir inside me.
Almost.
But I’m not playing her game. Today is going to go on my terms. Not hers and not her family’s.
I go down to the kitchen and grab the burner phone, and by the time I come back to the bathroom, Sophie is coming out, fully dressed and looking cuter than ever in my clothes that are more than baggy on her. I try to ignore the feelings I get when I take her by the wrist and lead her back downstairs to her room.
“I thought I was going to eat – sir.”
“Not yet,” I tell her. “You can eat when you are returned to your parents. Until then, quiet.”
I cuff her to the radiator again and close the door behind me as I head outside, my heart racing. I’ve got to get her out of here now. Having her here is like having a bomb in the house. Quickly, I slip the batter into the phone and dial. Her dad answers on the first ring.
“We have your money,” he says simply.
Good. No bullshit. He’s learning.
“Meet me at the old candle factory warehouse in an hour with the money,” I tell him. “Come alone or you’ll never see your daughter again. I’m warning you.”
I hang up before he can respond and pull the battery. Nothing’s going to get me off track today.
Get the money. Drop off the princess.
Those are my only two things to focus on today.
Howard sounded sincere, but I know the son of a bitch well enough to know better, and instead of hopping in my car, I grab my bike and head out early to the bluff in the woods overlooking the candle factory. It’s a spot I used to come as a boy when I wanted to get away from things. Very few people know about it still, and with all the old burnt-out oil drums and cinder blocks strewn around, it doesn’t exactly attract many sight-seers.
I check my watch. Still forty-seven minutes left until the meet, but sure enough, I spot two all black SUVs pull up, watch as six plain-clothes officers – probably feds – get out and disperse, taking covered positions around the area.
“Howard, you snake son of a bitch…”
I could call him, let him know that I won’t be showing up to the meet, make some kind of threat about how I’m going to dump his daughter’s body in the river somewhere. But I don’t. Instead, I get on my bike and head home. Better to let him stew on it for a while. Let him wonder whether he got made or if I was playing him from the start.
I’m a nuclear furnace of rage by the time I get back to the house. Every vein in my body is pumping hot, molten lava where there should be blood. I’ve been clenching my jaw so tightly that I’m surprised I haven’t chewed my teeth into pieces against each other. I was supposed to be rid of the little princess in my garage today, but now I’m going to be stuck with her for who knows how long.
And the worst part of it? She’s probably happy about it.
And if I’m being honest with myself, there’s a part of me that might be too…
I want to go to her, but I manage to keep myself away at first by going out back and working out some of my anger on the heavy bag. I don’t even bother wrapping my hands. I want to feel the pain, and I don’t stop hitting it until my skin is red and raw and my lungs are on fire.
But with every strike, every blow I throw, I can picture here in her room, chained to the radiator, curled up on the bed, lonely and waiting, suffering, and despite my rage, all I want to do is go to her and ease that suffering for her. Do something to fix the loneliness that drove her to make that post on The Dungeon in the first place.
Delivering one final blow to the bag, I let my arms hang by my sides and wipe the sweat from my brow.
“Fuck,” I curse, kicking the dirt at my feet. “You little bitch.”
It’s impossible. It really is. I know what I’m about to do, and despite my best efforts, I know I’m not going to be able to stop myself.
I think about showering first but somehow know that she wouldn’t want me to. She’ll want to smell me, feel filthy and dirty as I wrap my arms around her and make an absolute mess out of her beauty.
So, feeling my cock begin to fill with blood, I make my way into the garage.
I stop at the door to her room. Even from out here I can feel her calling to me.
And this is why I needed to get rid of her today…
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You are so fucked, Phoenix.”
Sophie jumps as I open the door and curls into the corner of the bed with her knees up as I quickly advance on her.
“Bad news, princess,” I growl as I quickly un-cuff her. Her eyes go wide as I snatch her roughly by the hips and tug her shorts off, exposing her bare ass. Fuck, it’s so perfect. I spank her right cheek hard enough to leave a handprint, causing her to cry out. “Your dad tried to pull a stunt with me today. Threw a monkey wrench in the plans, so it doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere anytime soon.”
“I – I’m not, sir?” she whimpers as I palm her lower back and press her down against the mattress. Her ass shakes perfectly, with just the right amount of youthful recoil, causing my cock to flood with blood. I grab both cheeks and spread it open like a walnut, giving me a perfect view of both of her cute little holes.
“Sorry, princess. For now, you’re stuck here with me.”
I pull out my cock, which is hard as a piece of freshly minted steel, and spit right on her pussy lips. She gasps as I drag the tip up her slit, coating my crown in her wetness. She’s so fucking aroused. I bet the little whore’s been lying here dreaming of me just like I was dreaming of her last night.
Fuck hesitating. Fuck warming her up. Fuck teaching her how to suck me. There will be time for that later. Right now, I need to be inside. Need to get this ache out.
I embed my cock in her little wet hole and don’t stop until I feel the resistance of her cervix. She whimpers and throws both of her hands back to brace me, but I snatch them both and pin them up beside her head.
“No, no, no, you slut,” I scold her. “Daddy’s in control of this ride. You just lie there and take what I give you.”
She’s beyond tight. But I’m not going to bust early like I did last time. No, this time she’s going to get it. I’m rock hard inside her, feeling her soft walls stretch to fit my girth and drawing a long, drawn-out moan from her sweet lips. I stretch her sweet cunt to fit me – me and no other man, then tug the T-shirt I gave her up to her shoulders and cup her breasts as I start to fuck her.
“Your father was bad,” I growl as her slickness soaks my thighs, each of my thrusts causing a wet, slapping sound between us. “But your daddy treats you good, doesn’t he?”
Her back arches. Her nipples are hard against my hands. I squeeze them just enough to hurt, cause her to draw breath.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she squeals. “So good.”
“You’re going to come on that daddy cock, aren’t you?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Her little fresh cunt is already tightening down on me, signaling the arrival of her climax.
“Yes, Daddy!”
Her ass is perfection. Christ, I could never get enough of this girl. Fuck Howard. Fuck his money. He’s never getting her back.
The clench hits me hard, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from fucking exploding. Her body shudders, and I bury my inches deep as she comes. She screams – music to my fucking ears, and I cup her tits hard as she rides the waves of ecstasy that I’ve provided her.
“Good girl,” I coo as she starts to come down, panting like she’s just done her high school track sprint training drills. “Daddy is good to you, isn’t he?”
“So…so good,” she whimpers.
Yeah, this is what she wanted. This is what brought her to The Dungeon – what she couldn’t get in that sterile, vanilla world she was raised in. The one she wanted to get the hell away from. She was probably happy to hear that her dad fucked up the hand-off today. Just means she gets to spend more time with the one man on the planet who’s actually given her what she needs.
Keeping my cock in her, I spin her, flip her over onto her back. Her tits sit perfectly plump and high on her chest. I grab her by the waist and watch them rock as I fuck her. Absolutely glorious.
Fucking her bareback like this has me on the verge of busting with every single stroke. Her little pink lips grab my cock as I buck my hips back like her pussy is trying to keep me in as deep as possible. My balls are taut, filled with the biggest load I’ve ever shot in my life, just waiting to be dumped inside of her.
But I’m not focused on that right now. My eyes are fixated on her. On her pleasure. The way her gorgeous face twists with delight as I drive my cock in and out of her and how her hands are clenching the sheets, how her body is beginning to shake and her pussy is beginning to clench down again on my cock.
“You love that daddy dick?” I grunt, leaning down against her so I can feel her tits against my chest.
“Yes, sir,” she moans.
“Say it.”
“I love that daddy dick,” she whimpers. A flood of moisture between her thighs confirms her arousal, and I just can’t help myself. I crush her lips with mine and kiss her hungrily, passionately, like I’ve been waiting my whole life to do it.
She moans back, and I slip my tongue into her mouth then wrap my arms around her torso. God, she’s so tiny. I may have kidnapped her, held a knife to her back, but I would never hurt this girl. Hell, I would go to the ends of the earth to protect her.
Her arms drape around my neck, her fingertips dance across the muscles of my back, and her legs lock around my waist as she reaches the point of no return. And it’s then, at that moment, that I go off too.
I grunt into her mouth, wrapped in an unbreakable lover’s embrace, and tighten my grip around her as I empty my balls into her precious little cunt. She squirms beneath me and moans back as her climax grips her, throwing her body into a shaking fit.
Pump after pump, I spray into her, unleashing a load like never before. Her pussy clamps down in perfect sync with the contractions of my cock, swallowing as much of my load as she can take until the rest comes spilling out of her. If I wasn’t already sweating, I sure as fuck would be now. But she doesn’t care. In fact, she seems to love it, and as we break our kiss, she begins to run her lips gently over my body, from my neck to my shoulders to my chest.
“Sophie,” I say softly. “You don’t want to go back, do you?”
There’s a long pause that hangs in the air like an executioner’s blade above my head.
“Why do you ask?”
“I want to know your intentions,” I reply. “I…I need to know your intentions.”
I’m not lying to her, but it’s also not the whole truth either.
“Why, Phoenix?” she asks, and for once, I don’t correct her using my name. “Are you…are you saying you want me to stay?”
Tell her. Tell her, you goddamn idiot. Maybe there’s something she can do. Talk to her parents, get you out of this mess. Save your ass from prosecution. Something.
But the longer I think about it, the more impossible it seems.
This girl’s father is a tyrant who ruthlessly took over an entire neighborhood of people and threw them out into the cold. Like he’s going to listen to his eighteen-year-old daughter and have sympathy on the man who kidnapped her?
No chance.
I can’t fall for this girl. It’ll never work. Even if she thinks it will. She’s too young, too sheltered, and too naïve to understand. If I lead her on and break her heart, I’ll never forgive myself for that.
Better to end this now before it goes any further.
“No,” I say, sliding out of her.
I want to say more, but I can’t. I quickly get my clothes back on and go to the door. I can feel her eyes on me when I stop. This is killing me, but it’s for the best.
“I’ll leave you un-cuffed and bring you something to eat later. But I’ll try your father again tomorrow and see if he is willing to stop messing around.”
And again, as hard as it is, I close the door on Sophie.
Goddamn it.
