Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Read online

  “Can I come with you?”

  Okay. That was new. She hadn’t asked to leave the house. She knew that he wanted her to stay hidden and safe in case this asshole was searching for her.

  Her shoulders slumped. As though she had already figured out he was going to say no. “It’s okay. I understand. I don’t want to make things harder on you.”

  Crap. Damn, she had him wrapped around her little finger.

  “We’re not going to where the girls are being held,” he warned.

  She looked puzzled. “Aren’t you going to sit in?”

  “I don’t want any of them seeing my face. And I don’t have to sit in to watch. We have cameras and audio set up in all our safe houses which back to our security office.” Which was an extremely secure building. So she would be just as safe there as she was here. Plus, it wasn’t far away.

  “If you come with me, then you do exactly what I say when I say it, understand?”

  Her face brightened as she nodded. “I will. I promise.”

  “It’s there and back, okay? No other stops.”

  “I understand. I promise, I’ll do exactly what you say.”

  “You better,” was all he said to her.

  Twenty minutes later, they pulled into a secured garage. They were in an SUV that had tinted windows and he’d told her was also bulletproof. It worried her that his family needed a bulletproof vehicle.

  There was a driver and guard sitting up in the front. The guard, Sam, had given her a strange look when she’d turned up with Jason, she guessed he hadn’t known she was coming.

  Once they’d pulled into a spot, her door opened and Sam stood there. She glanced over at Jason, who nodded at her. The driver had already opened his door.

  All right then.

  She was surprised when they were joined by two other men. They must have come in a car behind them.

  Jason wasn’t taking any risks with her, which filled her with happiness. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they moved to an elevator, traveling up to the third floor.

  “We own this whole building, but the security hub is on this floor,” he told her. There were a few people working at desks around the large, open area. It looked like most offices, which kind of surprised her.

  But then they walked into a small office that had lots of TV screens on the wall, each one with a different black and white image.

  Jason turned to Sam as he walked in after them. “You can all wait out here.”

  Something entered Sam’s gaze. Like he was going to argue but then he nodded. The door shut behind them.

  There were two men in the room. One was skinny with glasses and barely looked up from the laptop he was on.

  The other man was enormous. Like bigger than Jason. With a craggy face. He was terrifying and she had to stop herself from shrinking into Jason.

  “Vinnie.” Jason held out his hand, shaking it with the man.

  “Mathers,” Vinnie grunted back, his voice heavily accented.

  Jason didn’t introduce her, just led her to a chair. He sat next to her. Leaning in, he spoke to her quietly. “Vinnie is Russian, but we thought he would scare the girls if he tried to question them. So he’s here to interpret anything important that comes up.”

  She nodded. She agreed that Vinnie wouldn’t have been a good choice. She stared up at the screen in front of them. It looked like a posh living room.

  “She’s arriving,” the skinny guy, who Jason hadn’t greeted, said.

  The screen flashed to a driveway, where a woman was exiting a car. She had a huge man with her. A bodyguard?

  The screenshot back to the living room as the interpreter walked in.

  She was dressed down in jeans and a sweater. Curvy and short. But sweet looking.

  She was the right choice. Jewel’s tension faded as the first few girls were brought in. The interpreter managed to put them at ease. She didn’t recognize the first few girls. And of course, didn’t know what they were saying.

  “Anything of interest?” Jason asked Vinnie.

  “Just talk of where they came from. How they came to be with that asshole. Seems like they were all kidnapped, held against their will. But they’re claiming not to know anyone he was working with.”

  Claiming not to?

  Then Karina was led in. Jewel sucked in a breath.

  “You know her?” Jason asked, taking hold of her hand.

  “Yeah, she was one of the girls who I spoke to.”

  He just nodded, but he slid his hand around hers. She clung to him. The interpreter asked a few questions. By the time the last girl came in, she felt exhausted. Tense and strung out.

  “Well?” Jason asked Vinnie.

  “All of them say they were kidnapped. Brought over in containers on a ship. There were other girls. Some of them spoke of an auction house. Darrins’ men acted as guards, escorting the girls to their new owners. Some of them were with him, they said, to be trained for the people who bought them.”

  Oh God. She was going to be sick.

  “Anyone see the partner? Know who he was?” Jason snapped.

  “One of them overheard two of Darrins’ guards talk about a Mr. X. Something about how he wasn’t happy about shipments being delayed.”

  Jason stiffened next to her, but when she looked up at him he didn’t appear to be affected.

  Mr. X.

  Who was that?

  Jason said goodbye to Vinnie and took her hand, leading her quickly back to the car. He leaned in to say something to their driver then he helped her in and did up her seatbelt before climbing in himself.

  When the car started, she looked to the privacy panel between them and the front. “Can they hear us?”

  “No. Not unless I allow it.” He tapped something out on his phone.

  “What did you say to the driver?”

  “Told him to take a different route home. Will take us a bit longer, but I don’t want to be predictable with you in the car. Precious cargo.”

  God. He killed her.

  “You’ve heard of Mr. X, haven’t you?”

  He gave her a surprised look then shook his head. “I forgot that you wouldn’t know. Mr. X is the person who hired mercenaries to kill Senior and take Emme. We also think it’s possible he kidnapped Emme from Russia when she was a child and gave her to Senior.”

  Oh shit.

  “Sounds like this Mr. X had Senior transport the girls on his ships. They came into the port in Seattle, although for all we know there were other ports too. And Maxwell’s thugs escorted them to their new owners. But that there’s also an auction house.”

  “God, those poor girls. What will you do with them?”

  “Try to get them home,” he told her. “I still don’t know that we can trust them all, but if we get them straight onto a private plane they’ll have no chance to talk. And they haven’t seen anyone but the staff at the house and Sting’s guys who rescued them, but they all wore masks. If they talk, there’s not much they can say about any of us. I was hoping one of them would have seen this Mr. X, though.”

  “Do you really think I’m in danger from him?”

  “It’s possible that he knows nothing about you. But there’s an equal possibility that he does know that Maxwell was involved with you and he’s curious about where you’ve gone. The fact you went missing makes it look like you had something to do with Maxwell’s compound being infiltrated and the girls and Maxwell disappearing.”

  She drew her finger up to her mouth. She was putting his entire family in danger.

  “No,” he said firmly, removing her hand. “Stop those thoughts, understand me?”

  “How do you know what I’m thinking?” she challenged.

  “Because I know you. You try to protect everyone else, no matter the risk to you. Not happening this time, baby girl.”

  “But—”

  “Say ‘yes, Pike’.”

  “But—”

  “Say it,” he growled.

  “Ye
s, Pike.”

  “Good,” he grunted.

  “You’re a good man.”

  He shot her a look. “Never had someone accuse me of being that.”

  “I wouldn’t call it an accusation. An observation.”

  He shook his head, looking like he was about to deny it. But she reached over and took his hand in hers.

  “You are. Not everyone would help those girls. But you are doing whatever you can to get them home. You’re a good man. And if we weren’t in a car with two other men, I’d show you how much you turn me on.”

  Heat filled his gaze. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Prove it.”

  She gulped. Not feeling so brave now, are you? “Um, don’t you have calls to make?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Show me how much you want me.”

  She glanced up at the front of the car.

  “They can’t see or hear unless I allow it and you know I won’t do that. Because you’re mine. Only mine.”

  “All right,” she whispered, reaching for her seatbelt to unbuckle it.

  “Uh-uh,” he warned. “No undoing your belt.”

  “Then how am I meant to show you?”

  “Undo your jeans.”

  Oh. Hell.

  Well, she had started this. Time to follow through. She undid her jeans.

  “Now slide two fingers under your panties and through your folds.”

  She raised her ass slightly to give herself more room. Luckily her jeans weren’t too tight.

  “Now raise your fingers up so I can see them.”

  With red cheeks, she pulled her fingers out and showed him how wet they were. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth. He sucked on them until she was squirming.

  “Delicious. Damn, I want to taste you.”

  “I want that too. I want more than that, though. I want you to fuck me.”

  He studied her for a long moment. What was he seeing? She wasn’t sure. But she hoped he saw how much she meant what she said.

  “All right, then. Let’s do that.”

  Her mouth dropped open at his casual reply but then she saw the way his heated gaze took her in. “Finger yourself until we get to the house.”

  “I . . . I can’t do that.”

  “Sure you can. Put your hand back down to your pussy and flick your clit with your finger. I want you nice and wet by the time we get home.”

  “I’m already wet.”

  “I want those panties saturated. Now.”

  Fuck. Oh fuck.

  She was in so much trouble.

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  When they got inside the bedroom, he immediately pushed her against the wall. He kissed her. Hot and hard.

  “Want to play hide and seek?” he whispered.

  “Now?”

  “Hmm. Every time I find you, I get a piece of clothing.”

  “But, Daddy, I don’t have that many items of clothing on.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, once you’re naked I’ll start claiming a piece of you.”

  Her heart raced. “All right.”

  He turned away. Covered his eyes. “One, two, three . . .”

  She sped off, her heart racing. She hid herself behind the drapes. It didn’t take him long to find her. And she lost her sweater. Next went her jeans. Then her T-shirt, bra and panties. Until she was naked.

  Maybe she should have felt self-conscious, running around his room naked. But instead, she felt free. And excited. Having him chasing her just did something for her.

  He found her lying under the bed and tugged her gently out. She sat there, staring up at him. “What now?”

  What part of her would he claim?

  “Now you stand.” He helped her up, like the gentleman he was. Then he sat on the bed and spread his legs. He crooked a finger at her and she moved between his legs. “Offer me your breast.”

  She cupped her right breast and held it up. Keeping his eyes on her, he lowered his mouth to her nipple and suckled. She let out a strangled cry. Her pussy felt so empty. She wanted him to take her. To fuck her.

  God.

  Please.

  “Good girl,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Hide again.”

  “Again?” she asked, unable to conceal her disappointment.

  “Go.” He started a countdown. Where could she hide? There was barely anywhere left. Well, who said it had to be anywhere new? She hid behind the bathroom door once more. She tried to keep her breathing even, but it was hard. Her legs were weak and she had to lean against the wall to keep herself upright.

  It wasn’t long until he found her. He drew her out from behind the door with a wolfish sort of grin.

  Grasping her around the hips, he lifted her onto the counter.

  “Push your legs apart.”

  She widened her legs.

  “Show me your pussy.”

  She gaped at him. “I . . . I . . .”

  “I won, didn’t I?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Three choices. Do as I told you to. Safeword out. Or accept a punishment.”

  The last two were tempting. But instead, she found herself reaching down to push the lips of her pussy apart, revealing the plump, pink lips. She knew that he could see how wet she was. How much she needed him.

  “Lean back against the mirror behind you,” he commanded. “Then put your feet up on the edge of the counter.”

  She did as ordered, aware of how vulnerable she was. How open to his look, his touch.

  “Fucking beautiful.” He knelt on the floor, putting his face very close to her lower lips. She gasped as she felt the tiniest touch of his tongue on her clit. He flicked it back and forth so slowly. Her entire body shook as he continued to lightly torture her.

  Flick. Flick.

  More. She needed more.

  “Please, Pike,” she begged.

  “Fucking love when you use my name,” he told her.

  She made a mental note to use it more often. Especially if it meant that he would give her what she wanted.

  Him. Touching her. Tasting her. Taking her.

  He slid his tongue lower, slowly entering her pussy. She cried out, attempting to thrust her hips up to gain more of him. Greedy, so greedy. Moving one hand away from her pussy, she ran her fingers through his hair, attempting to tug him closer.

  “Uh-uh, did I say you could move your hand?” he crooned in that deliciously dark voice.

  Oh crap.

  She snatched her hand back, but she could see it was too late. He was already standing, his eyes growing darker.

  “That was naughty. And just when I was getting a good drink of you.”

  Lord. Help. Her.

  “Off you get.” He held out his hand, helping her off the counter.

  “Turn and put your hands on the counter then bend, ass in the air. Present to me.”

  That shouldn’t be such a turn-on, right? He sounded like a king commanding a subject, expecting absolute obedience.

  And that was exactly what she gave him. So maybe she liked his commands more than she was willing to admit.

  “Fuck, that’s the finest ass I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hand over one cheek and she shivered. “Spread your legs further. That’s it. My naughty girl. Trying to take more than I had decided to give her. Who is in charge?”

  “You are.”

  Slap!

  “What do you call me?”

  “You are, Pike.”

  “That’s right,” he replied, rubbing his hand over the slight sting.

  “And were you given permission to move your hand?”

  “No.”

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “No, what?”

  “No, Pike.”

  “I’m starting to think you wanted a spanking.”

  Nope. No way.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  She groaned, her head dropping forward as he laid smack after smack on her defenseless ass. This wasn’t a quick spanking. She lost track o
f counting how many smacks landed on her ass. She didn’t think he was spanking her as hard as he had before, but by the time he stopped, her ass was hot and throbbing. Then he ran his hand down one cheek and squeezed it before drifting lower to thrust his fingers deep into her pussy. She arched her back with a cry.

  “Poor baby. So wet. So needy. What do you need?” he asked.

  “You.”

  “My fingers? My tongue? My cock?”

  “All of it.”

  “Greedy.” He moved his fingers faster, slamming them inside her. It wasn’t enough. More. More.

  He slid his fingers from her pussy and she let out a protest. But then he parted her ass cheeks. She stared into the mirror and saw him looking down at her asshole. There was heat in his gaze. Clear intention.

  Oh, holy hell.

  “Where else do you want me to touch you?”

  “My pussy.”

  “What about your ass? Would you like me to play with your ass?”

  They’d spoken about anal play and she’d been open to it. But in the far, far future. She wasn’t sure about right now. She thought she’d have time to think about it, prepare.

  He placed a finger over her asshole. She tensed.

  “Shh. All I want to do is explore.” He simply ran his finger over her back entrance. Back and forth until she relaxed.

  “Good girl. Stand up.”

  What? Oh, stand. Right.

  “Turn to me.”

  She turned and he laid a soft kiss on her lips then he moved back, staring at her intently.

  “Hide.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. “W-what?”

  Turning on the tap, he washed his hands. “Hide. You have until I finish washing my hands.”

  Crap! She’d thought they’d finished playing that game. With a squeal, she took off, racing into the bedroom. Where to go this time? Maybe somewhere more obvious. She dived for the bed and slid under the covers, placing her hand over her mouth. Her heart raced as she lay there, barely breathing.

  “Look out, look out, wherever you are,” he called out. “Here I come.”

  There was silence. Had he spotted her? What was he doing? Anticipation had her practically trembling. Shoot. There was no way he couldn’t spot her.

  Suddenly, the covers were ripped off her and despite knowing it was coming, she still screamed.