Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.
View MoreI stared at the almond candy in front of me and sighed. I had told myself.
No more almond candies But yeah I couldn’t stop craving even when I kept telling myself that I could do it, I could stay a day without taking one. I sighed as I stared at it sitting temptingly on the desk, I shook my head—Fuck it. I snatched the candy, tore the wrapper and sighed as the chocolate hit my taste buds. I was addicted to candies, especially almond candy. I couldn’t stay a day without popping one into my mouth. My ex boyfriend used to tease me about it, the dork even said maybe it was the candy that made me insensitive to sex. I sighed again for the fifth time, adding that to another list of my problems. Something must be wrong with me how on earth would someone not react when strong hands massage your clit. Or when a tongue played with your nipples. Damn I had a problem, a serious one. Maybe after work today, I should hit a therapist or a doctor. The door opened and Beth waltzed in swinging her hips like Shakira “Sage dear” she said in her singsong voice. “Tell me you heard the news” she said and I stared at her in confusion. “What news?” I asked and she stared at me incredulously. “What news?” She echoed in disbelief, “Do you even work here at all” “Of course” I waved my hands at the computer on my desk. Beth shook her head. “You’re unbelievable, everyone knows this. It’s talk of this company” she said and I sighed. Truth be told, I barely knew what happened in this company. I had a whole lot on my mind and extra loads of problems. “Just tell me” I groaned and she shot me a look before plopping down on the chair in front of me. “The company has been sold…... .to someone else” she said and I raised a brow. Now I see why she was surprised I didn’t know this. This was indeed…..news. “So we get to move out, find another job?” I asked and she shrugged. She played with a lock of blonde hair on her forehead. “I don’t know, I guess we’ll see for now. Dave told me that the new owner said he would like to see the staff. Maybe he’s not gonna chase everyone out” she said and I let out my breath in relief. This was all my years of hard work. After Dad had died I had to struggle to climb all the way to get to his company and I didn’t fancy it all just toppling down. Beth's phone buzzed and I watched as her face lit up as she stared at the screen. She raised her head and grinned at me, she stood “Come on, Sage. He’s here” she said and I stared at her in confusion. “Who?” I asked and she raised her hands in exasperation. “Dammit Sage, the new owner, what the Fuck is going through that pea sized brain of yours” she said and I fought the urge to smirk. I followed her to where she pointed at our boss talking to a very tall figure. He was dressed in a dark tuxedo suit and his pants were well tailored, looking to be from the latest brand. His wristwatch alone, I was sure, could afford my salary for a full year and more. As if sensing us he turned and stared……right at me. For a moment my blood ran cold, not because of anything but because I could remember this face. This handsome dark haired man, with his green eyes which looked slightly older now. Then he smiled and my legs literally went weak, I stumbled forward and Beth had to tug on my arm to keep me on my feet. Why was I feeling this way? Why did my knees suddenly go weak from a single smile? This was weird. If the man in front of us seemed to notice me stumbling on my own feet he made no show for it. He turned to my boss, or rather our former boss. “You didn’t tell me she worked here” he said and the other man stared at me. “You know her Mr Mark” he asked. Mark, yes. That was what dad called him. Mark grinned, he didn’t answer the other man but instead walked to where Beth and I stood. He offered his arm. “Pleasure to meet you again Sage, you’ve grown so much” he said. His voice was deep, soothing. It ran through my bones and for a moment all I could do was stare. Another thing he didn’t know was that I had a crush on him back when I was still a young teenager. Beth jabbed me in the ribs jolting me out of my reverie and I offered a smile and shook his hand. “Yes Uhh…..Mr Mark. It’s nice to meet you too” I stammered and she sighed. Pls let my hand go. My panties are wet. Fortunately he let my hand go and I let out my breath. What the hell was wrong with me. Why was I getting aroused from a single touch I thought I couldn’t get aroused. Heck I had even planned to go to a doctor to check my condition after work today. “Hit me up when you’re done with work. I'd like to take you out to dinner. To catch up, good?” He drawled and I nodded. “Yes…sir” I said and he nodded to Beth and walked away. The other man followed. Beth stared at me in surprise. She punched me in the arm and I winced. “Hey” “Holy mother of……..you freaking know Mark Arthur” she said as we walked down a series of stairs back to the office. “Yeah so?” I said trying to act nonchalant and she shook her head. “You’re upside in the head Sage. That’s one of the richest and most prestigious men in America and he just shook your hands like you’re family.” She replied. “It’s nothing” I ground out. “Yeah it’s nothing,” she said sarcastically. “And hey I saw your licking your lips when he held your hand” Damn I was in for one hell of a rough ride. And how on earth did one get aroused from a handshake. He smiled at me, “Come on, let’s go eat we have a lot to catch up on” Yeah we do.Mark’s POVIt felt weird wearing real clothes again.I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my shirt down, running my fingers through my hair like that would magically fix the bags under my eyes or the faint scar still healing on my jaw. I didn’t recognize the guy staring back. He looked tired, lighter maybe….but definitely tired.“You look good,” Sage said from the bed, her legs curled under her, she had a book in her lap, something she had started doing lately, reading.I turned to her, she hadn’t even looked up. “You didn’t even see me.” I pointed out, I could tell she was trying so hard not to smile.She flipped a page. “I don’t need to. I can feel it.” She said and I nodded and grinned. “You’re full of it.” I chuckled. She finally glanced up, smile small but honest. “Still true though.” She replied.I walked over, bent down, and kissed her forehead. “Be back in an hour. Maybe two.” I said. She looked up at me like she wanted to say something—then just nodded and said, “Tex
Mark’s POVIt had been three weeks. Three long, quiet, strange weeks, no gunfire, no ambushes, no blood.Just silence.And for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe.But it didn’t feel right.The world didn’t go back to normal. It just… slowed down and maybe that was worse. Because in the quiet, I remembered everything. Her face. The threats. That damn cell where Sage and I were given a death countdown like we were in some twisted game show.And Alice.Yeah. Her too.I couldn’t forget the way she broke down, not even when I tried. I saw her everywhere—in my sleep, in the shower, sometimes when I closed my eyes for too long.But I wasn’t angry anymore.Just tired.Sage stayed with me the whole time. She didn’t talk much about what happened. Didn’t force me to either. She just made coffee in the mornings and put clean bandages on my shoulder. She’d fall asleep on the couch with a book on her lap, and I’d watch her like she was the last good thing I had left.And mayb
Mark’s POVThe halls were half-lit, quiet, but my blood roared too loud in my ears to care. I didn’t know where she went. I didn’t care. I just knew she was still here. Somewhere in the belly of this godforsaken place.Alice.I stalked through broken doors and bodies, past empty rooms and shattered glass, my boots echoing off the floor like war drums. I didn’t stop. Not even when Hector’s voice buzzed through the comms, telling me to wait, to breathe.There was no time.She ran from this.She lit the match and ran, like she always did.And I was going to finish what she started.I hit the basement level when I heard something—bare feet slapping tile. Fast. Panicked.I turned the corner just as she did.And there she was.Alice.Hair wild, blood on her cheek, eyes like a wild animal.She stopped. We stared at each other for a second, maybe less. Her eyes narrowed and she yanked the gun from her waistband.I moved faster.Before she could pull the trigger, I charged her and slammed her
Mark’s POVThey dragged us back to the cell like we were trash.Sage was quiet beside me, her hand in mine, trembling just a little. I knew she was trying to be strong for me. I could feel it in the way she gripped my fingers, in the tight set of her jaw. But I’d known her long enough to tell—she was barely holding it together.I was too.Because even though I told that bastard Vincent I’d never touch Alice, the threat still lingered. And every second we stayed here, I knew we were running out of time.That’s why I didn’t waste any.The moment they locked us in, I dropped to my knees and pulled the small tracking chip from inside my boot. One of the guards hadn’t noticed when I yanked it off a body on the walk back. Idiot had it half-hanging off his belt.I cracked open the casing with my teeth and yanked the wire free. Thank God Hector taught me enough back in our black ops days to reroute the signal manually.Sage sat in the corner, watching me. “What is that?”I looked up briefly,
Sage’s POVI wish time had stopped in that cell.Just me and Mark. Quiet. Close. Breathing the same air. His skin still warm against mine, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. We didn’t sleep—how could we? We just held each other, like maybe if we stayed that way long enough, the world would forget about us.But the world didn’t forget.The guards came right as the sun broke through the bars. Boots stomping. Keys jangling. Orders barked.I didn’t let go of him. Not until they dragged me off him. I screamed. Fought. But they were stronger. Colder. And I could still hear Mark shouting my name as they shoved me into a hallway that smelled like metal and death.They marched us through winding corridors. Dim lights. Concrete floors. Cameras on every wall. I had no idea where we were. Some underground fortress. A dungeon, maybe. One of a million places Vincent DeLuca could hide bodies where no one would ever find them.When they finally pushed us into a wide, open room, I almost collapsed.
Sage’s POV I woke up to the sound of breathing.Not loud. Not labored. Just… steady. Close.My head ached. My wrists burned. My knees felt like they’d been dragged over glass. And for a second, I thought I was dreaming. That I was still back in my apartment. Or in Beth’s car. Or on the floor of Hector’s garage while we were trying to track down Alice’s crazy ass.But then I opened my eyes.And there he was.Mark.Sitting against the far wall of a cell, hands on his knees, shirt stained with something dark—maybe blood, maybe sweat, maybe both. His lip was busted. His hair stuck to his forehead. And even like that—messed up and barely hanging on—he looked like home.My whole body hurts.But my heart? It cracked open the second I saw him.“Mark,” I whispered.His head snapped up.And then he was in front of me.His hands cupped my face so gently I almost cried. “Sage,” he breathed. “Jesus, are you okay?”I nodded, even though I wasn’t.I was bruised, scraped, probably concussed. But non
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