MasukHe had booked the whole resort for just us. I knew he was so possessive but loved me.
I wanted to know why he didn’t like the idea of me having a boyfriend, knowing full well that I was old enough. I kept swimming but noticed his constant gaze upon me and had no other choice but to ask him to join me. He hesitated the first few times but later on I didn’t know what got into him, he immediately removed his clothes showing his God-gifted body before coming to join me. “Finally, you joined,” I said, happily to him. “Do you really want a boyfriend, Ella?” he sounded really serious and I knew he wanted to know my reason. “Dad I’m twenty, sometimes my body feels a certain way and my friends do tell me things they do with their boyfriends. Only I am single,” I sighed. “You know having a boyfriend means you're ready to give him everything right?” he claimed and I nodded, looking everywhere else but not to his gaze. “Well, I thought you had a crush,” he said. Something about that sentence felt like he knew I had a crush on him. “Y…yes” I stuttered. “Who?” he said, closing the distance between us. “Daddy…” I breathed out when he was just inches from my face. “Tell me, Ella” he whispered, I could feel his breath on my cheek as he was inches away from my lips. I couldn't hold myself again as I blurted out “Daddy, it's you, you're the one I have a crush on. A smirk was seen on his face as he pinned me between the pool and him and said “I knew” “You knew?” I said, glancing at him with widened eyes. “How?” “Do I start with your constant checking me out during workouts?” he said leaning and kissing my cheeks. I could see myself turning red at the moment. “Why didn't you tell me before?” He ignored my question, his eyes darting to my lips. “Has anyone tasted them?” he asked, caressing his rims with his thumb. “N..no,” I whispered. “Good,” he stated and that was how my first kiss was stolen away from me. His kiss was soft at the same time it made you crave dangerously for more. He sucked my lower lip while asking for permission. I didn't know how to kiss so I did nothing. But then I gasped after opening my eyes, he was gently squeezing my boobs and damn it felt good. He entered his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me. “You taste wonderful, Ella,” he whispered before licking my lower lip. Never have I been this amused before. “Daddy…” I said as I stared deeply into his deep blue eyes. “Stop pretending like you don’t want me, just feel the moment, princess,” He said, putting both hands on my waist helping me sit by the poolside. “Would you like to give your first time to me?” He asked, coming between my legs. I was studying him and what he was saying to me. Suddenly he asked for something I never even thought about. “Only the first time, Daddy,” I said “No princess, once I take you, I don’t share, I won’t allow others to touch what's mine,” he said while playing with a little string and caressing my waist. If he pulled a slight, my bikini bottom would be removed. “Do you love me, Ella?” He asked “Yes Daddy, I do,” I replied immediately. “Would you like to be the mother of my babies?” He asked and I blushed. “Just tell me yes already,” he said growing impatient and I decided to play games with him. “What if I don’t agree with you?” I said, trying to flirt with him. “You won’t ever have a boyfriend and I’ll lock you up, fucking you till you scream Forgive me, daddy” his voice was so dominating challenging me to say no. “Why me, daddy?” I asked, wanting to know why he wanted me. “Because you are the one, have you seen yourself in the mirror” he said, biting his lower lip. I remember the last time I saw him with a girl was when I was thirteen. He caught her cheating on him and broke up with her. Since then he has just been a dotted step father who just did everything for me. “Say, Ella?” He asked again “Yes Daddy,” before I could finish my sentence he pressed his lips on mine. “What do you want for dinner?” he asked after we had one of the best kisses ever. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself ever since I had agreed to it. “Steak, I said as his arms slowly caressed my bare thighs. “You need to eat more, princess,” he said, ordering for us. “ I want you tonight in my room,” he said looking at me. “Tonight,” I whispered, repeating his words. “Yes tonight” He repeated. He must have felt my tense body, squeezing my thighs he added” We are just cuddling” “I thought we were..”, I trailed off “On your birthday night?” He whispered, sending chills down my body. “Eat baby,” he said, eating his dinner with an evil grin on his face. “I know what you are doing when no one’s home.” “What..” I asked innocently. “Moaning my name, playing with your little fingers inside your silk-tight hole.” He replied and I blushed. “ I guess you seem to know everything,” I said to him. “Princess, your room is just beside mine,” he said opening his room door for me to enter “Every night I hear your moaning,” he replied, licking his lips. “So why then didn’t you let me know before now?” I asked, waiting for his reply. “I wished to see your moves,” he winked at me. “I choose to make our memories special, so now I want to cuddle with my baby,” he whispered. “My clothes are in my room,” I said, trying to stand up from his cage. “No need, princess, I prefer you without clothes on,” he said.A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.”A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement.“Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance.“Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”James. The name, a cold shard of ice, pierced through the fog of her disorientation. This wasn’t random. This was connected to him. Her affair, the dangerous game she played, had finally caught up to her. The realization settled in her gut, a heavy, sickening weight.“What do you want?” She forced the words out, her breath catching.“That’s for the boss to say,” the higher voice retorted. “You just sit tight.”Days bled into each other, marked only by the shifting shadows beneath her blindfold and the sporadic appearances of her captors. Food, bland and unappetizing, was shoved i
She arrived at Aria’s apartment, a small, vibrant space filled with books and art, a stark contrast to the elegant, controlled order of James’s house. Aria greeted her with a warm hug, her eyes, sharp and perceptive, instantly scanning Ella’s face.“Hey, El! You look… tired.” Aria pulled her into the living room, gesturing to the overflowing coffee table. “I made your favorite.”Ella managed a weak smile, sitting carefully on the edge of the sofa. “Thanks. Long week.” She kept her head slightly averted, hoping the soft lighting and her careful makeup would hide the discoloration.Aria poured them both coffee, her movements fluid and graceful. “Tell me about it. Classes are insane. But you know, I was thinking about what we talked about last time…”“Oh, Aria,” Ella interrupted quickly, trying to steer the conversation away. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. James has just been busy with work.”Aria paused, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Her gaze sharpened, focusing on Ella’s
“You are mine, Ella. Understand that.” His voice was a low growl, a promise and a threat. He didn’t wait for an answer, his mouth descending again, this time trailing down her jaw, tasting the faint salt of her tears. He reached her bruised cheek, his lips brushing over the tender skin, a bizarre combination of apology and assertion.His hands moved, deftly unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending goosebumps dancing across her flesh. She shivered, a mix of fear and arousal. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silken heap. Her bra followed, and her breasts, heavy and sensitive, spilled into his waiting palms. He cupped them, his thumbs circling her nipples, which instantly hardened into tight peaks.“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, a stark contrast to the harsh words of the previous night. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one engorged nipple, suckling deeply. A gasp escaped her
Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring his sharp features. “My gratitude? I am grateful, James, but I’m not a servant. I’m a person. I thought we had something real.”“Real?” He dropped his hand, his expression hardening. “What’s real, Ella, is the roof over your head. The food in your mouth. The opportunities I provide. That’s real. Your romantic fantasies are not.” He turned away, picking up his glass again. “Perhaps a reminder is in order.” He rarely spoke to her directly, preferring to issue commands or dismiss her efforts with a wave of his hand. The vibrant, passionate man from Paris had vanished, replaced by a rigid, demanding overlord.Ella tried to talk to him, to penetrate the icy wall he had erected. She chose a quiet evening, after dinner, when he was reading in the study. She poured two glasses of his favorite Scotch, hoping the gesture might soften him.She approached his armchair cautiously, the soft lamplight illuminating the tension in his shoulders. “James,” she
Aria sighed, a hint of frustration in her expression. “Maybe. I just I worry about you, El. You’ve been through so much. And he’s… well, he’s a lot older, and he’s your guardian. It’s just… complicated.”“It’s not complicated,” Ella insisted, a touch of irritation creeping into her voice. “It’s perfectly straightforward. He’s a good friend to my family, and he’s looking out for me. End of story.” She knew she was pushing too hard, but she couldn’t back down. Not now. The thought of Aria, or anyone, knowing the truth, sent a wave of icy fear through her.Aria studied her for another long moment, her dark eyes still holding that unshakeable concern. Finally, she relented, though a flicker of doubt remained in her gaze. “Okay, okay. If you say so.” She pushed her empty espresso cup away. “Just… be careful, El. Promise me.”Ella managed a weak smile. “I’m always careful, Aria. You know me.” The lie felt like ash on her tongue. Careful was the last thing she had been. With James, sh
Ella turned, a wide smile breaking across her face. Aria, a whirlwind of bright colors and boundless energy, was practically sprinting towards her, her long, dark hair streaming behind her. Aria, her best friend since kindergarten, the one person who knew her better than anyone, even if she didn’t know everything Aria launched herself at Ella, a bone-crushing hug that momentarily stole her breath. “I missed you so much! Paris, huh? You lucky bitch!” She pulled back, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. “Spill. Every. Single. Detail!!!!!!!!!!”Ella laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound. “It was amazing, Aria. Truly.” She linked arms with her friend, pulling her towards their favorite coffee spot, a small, bustling café tucked away in a quiet corner of the campus. “You would have loved it. The shopping, oh my god, the shopping!”They settled into a booth by the window, the aroma of roasted beans filling the air. Ella ordered a latte, Aria a triple espresso, her usual fue







