Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 27
He stilled, stared down at her, studying her as though worried she was actually frightened.
But he didn’t have to be worried. She sent him a cheeky grin then rolled off the bed. “Can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man.”
“The gingerbread man?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yep!”
“I love gingerbread. Sweet and spicy.” He jumped on the bed and raced across it as she squealed and ran to the other side. She found herself laughing hysterically as he reached for her, nearly grabbing her. She knew he could easily capture her if he wanted.
But he let her dart around the room, he raced after her until she nearly tripped over her own feet. Then he grabbed her, swinging her up into his arms. Like some hero in a romantic movie. She was still giggling as he tossed her on the bed.
Standing at the end, he slowly started to strip and her laughter left her in a whoosh.
He bared his chest. God, he was gorgeous. Big and cut. She’d always thought that if she ever fell for anyone that she’d choose someone soft. Someone who couldn’t hurt her.
There was nothing soft about Jason.
But all of those muscles, that strength didn’t scare her because he’d only ever use them to protect her. Never to harm her.
“What are you thinking?”
“That you’d never harm me.”
He paused as he was drawing down his jeans. “Damn straight I wouldn’t.” He pulled off his jeans. He was left just in his boxers. She knelt up, watching as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt in front of her. Reaching out, he cupped her face gently and kissed her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted her.
Like he cherished her.
Adored her.
Loved her.
When he drew back, she leaned up, wanting more. He shook his head, running his thumb over her lower lip.
“I want to fuck you. You ready for that?”
Seriously? She was so ready for that. “I’m ready.”
“Sure?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Pike.”
He grinned. “That’s my girl. Sit back on your heels and spread your legs, then offer me your breasts.”
She pushed her legs as far apart as they would go then cupped her breasts. Without touching her anywhere else, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking strongly.
She groaned. Oh hell. She felt that in her clit. It was like a direct line. With one hand, he toyed with her other nipple, tugging on it until it was sore then lightly rubbing his thumb over it. Then he switched. He played with her nipples until she was close to screaming. Or coming. She wasn’t certain which.
Then he drew back.
The asshole.
She thought she might have growled. Someone definitely growled and she felt like it was her.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
It took her a moment to catch up to the command he’d uttered. He sat back, watching her, his eyebrows raised.
She moved her hands behind her back.
“Comfortable?”
“I guess.”
“You get uncomfortable then use your safeword. But otherwise, I expect you to stay in position. Understand?”
“Yes, Pike.”
“Good girl.”
What was he planning on doing? Anticipation filled her, and then her breath left her on a whoosh as he lay down on his stomach between her spread legs. He used his arms to prop himself up as he parted her lips. Wide. Then he flicked at her clit. Once. Twice. She let out a low whimper. But he just kept up the steady space.
Lick. Lick.
Flick. Flick.
So hard to stay in place. Her arms strained, her need to touch him almost too hard to resist.
“Please. Please. Oh, please.”
She was so wet. She felt so empty. But she needed more.
Her orgasm was building low in her stomach, so close she could almost taste it. It was nearly too painful.
Then his tongue moved faster, driving her higher and higher.
He drew back.
“Noooo,” she groaned. “Please.”
He sat up, his lips wet with her juices. “I like when you beg.”
He would.
Sadist. She was certain of it.
“Want to taste yourself?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply as he drew her face close and kissed her. For some reason, her taste drove her desire higher. She swore he was doing something to her. Something that made her more wanton. More needy.
Pulling back, he studied her. She wondered what he saw. Desire. Arousal. Frustration.
He grinned then ran his thumb over her lips. “Open.”
She opened her mouth and he slid his thumb inside, pulling it back out then pushing it in. She whimpered. That’s what she wanted.
But with his cock.
In. Her. Pussy.
How much longer was he going to torture her?
“Such an angry look,” he whispered. “Someone is very needy, aren’t they? Someone needs to come. Someone needs a cock in her pussy to satisfy her. Doesn’t she?”
Okay, now she was thankful for the thumb in her mouth because it meant she couldn’t reply. But she guessed her answer was written all over her face because satisfaction filled his face.
He drew his thumb free then he lowered his hand to her pussy and pushed two fingers deep inside her. When he drew them out, they were glistening with her dew.
“I love how fucking wet you get for me. Do you know how much that turns me on?”
She didn’t know how to answer. But the evidence was pressed against his black boxers. Always black. She thought she might buy him something different.
He’d look hot in red or blue or bright pink.
“Now that was an evil grin.” He ran his fingers over her lips, painting them with the evidence of her desire. “This is mine.” He pressed his fingers into her mouth.
Yes, yes it was.
“Clean them off.”
She licked at his fingers, wondering why his orders turned her on.
“Good girl. So obedient. Fuck, that turns me on.”
He slid his fingers free.
“I’m starting to think ice cream would turn you on,” she told him dryly. It wouldn’t do for him to think she was too obedient.
“If I was licking it off your skin then it would.”
Her breath hitched at the thought. Not that she wanted that. Nope. Sounded sticky and ick. Maybe. It could also be hot as hell.
Oh hell, if he suggested it then she knew she wouldn’t say no.
He pushed his fingers inside her again, thrusting them back and forth. This time, when he drew them out, he painted her nipples with her slickness.
“These are mine.”
Lord. Her breath heaved in and out as he stared in satisfaction before lowering his mouth to her nipple to lick it. Left nipple then right before pressing his fingers into her mouth for her to clean them again.
She sucked on them. Please let him do something more than tease me. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
He slid off the bed and removed his boxers. Okay, now they were getting somewhere.
Grabbing hold of his dick, he ran his hand up and down it slowly. Her eyes were riveted, watching him play with his huge, smooth shaft.
Then he moved back to kneeling in front of her. He cupped her mound, holding it possessively. “This is mine.”
She nodded, beyond words at this stage. Those same two fingers slid inside her. Pumping back and forth as he held her eyes with his.
He might own her.
But this was her choice. And that changed everything.
Because she owned him as well.
Drawing his fingers free, he coated the head of his cock with her dew. She licked her lips.
“Who owns this dick, baby?”
“I do,” she whispered.
“What was that?”
“I do.”
“Damn straight you do. Lean over and take my cock into yo
ur mouth. Lick it clean.”
Hell. What about her hands? Did she have enough balance for that?
“You can rest your hands on the mattress but you don’t touch me anywhere except with your mouth on my dick.”
“Fuck. Okay.” She moved her hands, placing them on the bed then she moved her face down to his dick. She breathed in the scent of him, mingled with her own scent.
Her head spun.
She needed him. So badly. She licked the head. He hissed out a breath.
“Don’t tease,” he warned. “I don’t have the patience.”
He didn’t have the patience? He’d just spent the last hour driving her wild with his sexy game of hide-and-seek and he was out of patience?
He wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her mouth over the tip. “That’s it. Clean me off. Good girl.”
Guiding her head, he moved her up and down his dick. She took him further into her mouth, loved the sounds of pleasure he made as she swallowed. When he drew her back, she let out a protest. She wanted to suck him until he came. Until she made him lose control.
“More,” she begged.
“No more,” he countered sternly. “I’m coming inside you.”
Her heart skipped.
“Lie back on the bed,” he ordered, rolling over to the bedside tables and grabbing a condom.
“I have an IUD and that creepy doctor tested me. I’m clean.” She shuddered at the memory. “I wonder if he works as an actual doctor somewhere.”
“The creepy doctor has been taken care of,” he informed her. “Maxwell spilled his name almost immediately. You don’t need to worry about him touching anyone else.”
Relief filled her even if she wondered if that meant that the doctor had been killed.
Do you care?
Not really. He could have helped her, but he hadn’t. And for all she knew, he was in on everything. He had to have seen the young girls, had to have known that Maxwell drugged her.
Yeah, she didn’t care.
“Are you sure?” he asked, condom in hand. “I’m clean, but I’ll use a condom if that’s what you want.
But it wasn’t. “I’m sure.”
He set the condom down then moved to lie next to her. Grasping hold of her chin, he turned her face and kissed her gently.
“Fucking beautiful.”
“Please fuck me. Please.” He ran his hand down over her breast along her stomach to her pussy where he toyed with her clit.
“I want to wake up with my mouth around your tit. I want to wake you up by licking you into orgasm. I want to wrap myself around you and never let you go.”
“Please. Please.”
“You want that too?”
“All of it.”
“My girl. So fucking perfect for me.” He rolled over her then slid into her without any preamble. She was ready for him. So ready. Yet her breath still caught at the fullness. At his thick dick sliding into her.
It had been so long. And never had she wanted someone to fuck her as she did him.
“Baby, fuck. So tight. Christ.” He paused when he was fully seated then took her mouth. Hard. Hot. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew her lips back.
“Pike?”
“Yeah?”
“Fucking move or I’ll kill you.”
He stared down at her for a long moment then drew his head back and let out a loud laugh.
“I’m not just fucking you. I’m claiming you. You get that, right? All. Of. You.”
“Like I’m claiming you.”
“Exactly.” He drew back, drove slowly forward.
“Oh God, don’t start treating me like I’m breakable now.”
That’s something she never wanted. To be pitied. To be treated like a victim. She might have been a victim at one stage.
But no longer.
She was a fucking Queen.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried to spur him on, to get him to move faster, harder.
He reached around and gave her ass a smack. “Don’t misbehave.”
Well. That was no fun.
“And you are breakable and fragile and strong and resilient. You’re all of those things. You don’t have to be just one.”
“Please, for the love of everything you hold dear, no more talking.”
He simply grinned. “Don’t think anyone has ever said that to me.”
God, she loved him so much. But this wasn’t the time to tell him. He might think it was the heat of the moment when it was anything but. The words lingered on her lips, though, burned in her veins. They wanted out.
Then he drove into her with a huge thrust and she cried out, arching her back. “Pike!”
“That’s it. Scream my name. Let everyone know who is fucking you. Who you belong to.”
“Pike! Pike!” She forgot that they weren’t the only ones in the house. That his family might hear her. All she wanted was him.
Hard. Fast. Her heart raced until she felt it wash over her. It started small then grew and grew until she was lost. Floating. Her orgasm sent her mind spiraling.
She vaguely heard him shout his own release as he stilled above her, coming inside her. She was still floating as he cleaned her up. Then he arranged the pillows around her and lay beside her, gathering her close.
“You good, baby blue?” he asked quietly.
“Better than that,” she replied. “Definitely better than that.”
26
“Fox,” he greeted the man standing in the shadows.
“You’ve got good night vision,” the other man greeted him. His voice was low and had no discernible accent. Jason wondered about his background. But he knew the Fox would only let him know what he wanted him to know. And searching for anything more would be dangerous. And not just for him.
“Been expecting your call. Didn’t realize it was going to come in the middle of the night.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, did I pull you from Jewel’s arms? I thought I heard her talking in the background. Have you finally baked the potato?”
“What does that even mean?”
“You still sound rather grumpy, so I’d say that’s a no.”
Jason huffed out a breath. Patience. You can’t kill him.
“Your interpreter spoke with the girls today.”
“I know. She told me everything. You shouldn’t trust them.”
“I’m not. But I also can’t keep them at the safe house indefinitely.”
“No. That is a problem. I’m getting close to him. He has more worries than a bunch of girls at the moment. Are you sending them home?”
“I’ve made certain that they can’t identify anyone that helped them. I’m going to organize a private plane and guards to take them home.”
“Some won’t want to go. Even though they were ripped from their lives, for some of them there is nothing to go home to, but you can’t let any of them stay.”
Because Mr. X could find them. And use them. He wasn’t stupid.
“I know.”
“Good.” Fox’s gaze turned to the cottage. “He hasn’t said anything that could identify Mr. X?”
“Not yet.”
“If he knows anything then he’ll tell me. Go back to your girl.”
Jason hesitated. That didn’t feel right to him.
“I promise not to kill him. But everything else is fair game.”
“That’s fair. I want to know what he says.”
“Of course. Would I ever keep anything from you all?” He whistled as he walked towards the cabin. There was little light out here and his face was hidden by the shadows and the baseball cap he wore low on his head. Not that he was likely wearing his real face. He was the master of disguise. And manipulation.
Jason knew he shouldn’t trust him. But what was to be gained by hanging out here? If he killed Maxwell, well, it was no great loss. And Sting’s guys were still hidden around, guarding the cabin.
Finally, he sighed. He had better places to be than standing i
n the woods in the middle of the night.
When he got home, he quickly stripped then climbed into bed with his girl. He hated being far from her at the best of times, but especially at night when the nightmares took hold. She rolled over and snuggled into him.
“Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine, baby blue. Go back to sleep. Daddy loves you.” He couldn’t hold the words back, even knowing she likely wouldn’t hear them.
“Love you too, Daddy.”
He stiffened. But he knew she was half-asleep. Still, that’s when the truth often came out, right?
A smile crossed his face as he drifted off to sleep.
He got the call in the early hours. With a groan, he rolled over and picked it up.
“What?”
“Well, is that any way to greet someone with good news?”
“Fox?”
“Were you expecting it to be someone else?”
“What happened? What did you find out?” he asked quietly as he rose from the bed. He moved to the bathroom as he spoke so he didn’t wake Jewel. “Did he say anything?”
“Of course. Sang like a canary. Most of what he said wasn’t very interesting. Seems he really doesn’t know who Mr. X is. He met with him but he kept his face hidden. He called him the Russian because of his accent.”
“So he didn’t tell you anything that we didn’t already know.” Then what the fuck was the point to this phone call?
“Would I call if I didn’t have something?” the Fox’s voice grew cold. Serious. Jason took it for the warning it was. “He told me that he had a second base of operation, closer to Seattle. And that his guys mostly escorted the girls who already had buyers, but that a number of girls were also sent to an auction house. He gave me the location of his second base and the auction house. I need to go check out both places.”
Okay, that was better.
“He also gave me a way of gaining entry to the auction. It’s invite-only and very well guarded.”
“Jewel could still be in danger until we take down this Mr. X.”
“Hmm, yes. Although I’m going to give him more important things to worry about. I would still keep her under watch until I make my move.”
Oh, he had no intentions of letting her get far from him. But he would like to go home. It was starting to get stifling here. He could hire some security. That could work. Once he had everything tied up here.