Chapter 69

I headed straight to my brother’s office when Adrian and I got back to the mansion. I was too agitated to sit still for very long.

Like always, I didn’t knock before barging in. Emmaline was in his lap, her hair a mess, her shirt bunched around her waist. Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly scrambled off of James’s lap. My brother glowered at me.

“Debriefing couldn’t have fucking waited?” he asked.

“Not when my woman’s life is on the fucking line, no,” I snarled.

That got his attention. He stood up. “What the fuck do you mean her life is on the line?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed at me.

“Juliana Garcia,” I said simply, watching as James quickly connected the dots.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he snapped. “She’s Andres Garcia’s fucking daughter?!” he roared.

I nodded once in confirmation. He stormed to the windows of his office and back again. “Makes fucking sense now. You said she’s basically fucking mute right? Probably was fucking trained that way. Bet if we pull a background check, Rodriguez was her mother’s last name.”

I’d been thinking the same thing. If her name was on a contract, ID had been pulled.

“She’s got an irrational fear of men unexpectedly touching her,” I told him. “Never been that way with me – maybe because I fucking saved her ass the other night. But when your attorney touched her unexpectedly, she freaked the fuck out.”

“The hell was she doing at my club, then?” James asked.

“It’s all she might know,” Emmaline quietly spoke up. James turned to look at her, but she looked at me. “Right, Darren?”

I nodded. That had been my guess, too. She’d escaped the life of a sex slave, but she’d run to another place where she would only be used for the same thing. But at least she felt somewhat in control there of who got to touch her.

“Doesn’t make any goddamn sense to me,” James said, shaking his head. “I’m trying to figure out why you run from one place where you’re good for nothing more than your pussy to another place where you’re going to get treated the exact same way.”

“She was protected there – for the most part,” Emmaline explained to her husband. James turned to look at her, soaking in what she had to say. Emmaline was smart in her own way, and she understood victims of abuse. “That’s my guess, anyway. Some women take back control of their lives after being sexually assaulted by having more sex, but this time, it’s of their own control.”

“I need a protection detail for Juliana,” I told James, knowing he had the manpower to do it. He looked at me. “Not a fucking thing can happen to my woman, James,” I warned him. “I promised her I would always protect her.”

He nodded once, understanding instantly where I was coming from. I knew he’d do the same for his wife and son in less than a heartbeat. “I’ll put another guard on your door with the one already there, and you’ll have two sets of two guards for your door. They’ll have rotating shifts of twelve hours. A guard will be posted on your hall. If you two have to go anywhere,

you’ll have six guards with you. That work?”

I nodded. “That works, brother. Thanks.”

He nodded once at me. “We’ll keep her safe, Darren. She’s family now.”

I nodded once before I walked back out of his office, heading to my room. I needed my woman – needed to reassure myself that she was safe.

Which meant I was about to give my little girl her first real session with me.

~*~*~

Juliana was awake when I walked into our room. She had taken another shower, and her hair was hanging wet around her shoulders. She only had on one of my t-shirts, her bare legs on display.

I hungrily ran my eyes over her. Somehow sensing what I wanted, she got on her knees in front of me, her hands flattening on her thighs, her eyes downcast.

The perfect, meek submissive.

But I wanted her to fucking burn for me.

“You ready for me, little girl?” I asked her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly.

“On your feet,” I ordered.

As soon as she was on her feet again, I grabbed her hand in mine and led her into my closet. I pushed aside some of my clothes to reveal the door to my playroom. After unlocking it, I led her inside.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

The room was done in dark purple and black tones. It was soothing and comforting to me, and judging by the way Juliana relaxed at my side once we were enclosed in the room, she felt safe in here as well.

“In here, I am your daddy,” I told her quietly. I locked my hand around the front of her throat and pulled her body against mine. I leaned my head down, letting my breath fan her ear. She softly moaned, her body shuddering against mine. “Remember, I collared you,” I rasped. She nodded. “From the moment you signed that contract, know you became mine. No one else ever gets to tell you what to do but me,” I told her, feeling the need to enforce that for her. Her father and his men would never fucking touch her again. “I’m the only one who controls you – the only one you fucking answer to,” I growled.

She nodded. “I want your words, baby girl. Can you give me your sweet voice inside of this room?”

She hesitated for a moment. I waited patiently. “Yes, Daddy,” she finally whispered.

I pressed my lips to her temple. “That’s my good, little girl,” I crooned. I turned her to face me and gripped the hem of my shirt she was wearing. “When we enter this room, I am the one who undresses you.” I looked down at her, my nostrils flaring.

No fucking panties.

“A fucking tease, baby girl,” I rasped, locking my eyes back on her own.

She just shot me a shy, sweet smile.

This woman was going to be my fucking undoing.

I pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her body bare to my eyes. She tentatively reached out for me before she dropped her hands back to her sides.

I gripped her chin, tilting her head back so she was looking up at me. “You want to touch me, little girl?” She nodded. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest. “Then, touch me. Every part of me belongs to you as well, baby. As long as your hands are not cuffed, you can touch me however much you want.” I would not deny her that. I wanted her to feel safe and free in here with me. I knew other doms had no-touching rules, and normally, I would, but not with her – never with her.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, her other hand coming up to run under my shirt. I groaned and closed my eyes, loving the feel of her soft hands on my skin. I was burning for her, and judging by how hard her nipples were, how heavy her tits were at that moment, I knew she was dying for me to touch her as well.

“On your knees,” I rumbled.

Obediently, my little one dropped to her knees, looking up at me for more direction. I undid my belt buckle. “Eyes on me,” I told her as I pulled my belt out of my jeans and dropped it to the floor. She flinched at the loud sound the buckle made. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair. “You’re safe with me,” I promised.

She relaxed again. I pulled my boots off and kicked them aside before I finished undressing, her eyes locked on every bit of my exposed body.

The idea of blindfolding her ran through my mind for a moment, but I pushed it away. I wanted her to trust me more before I went to that level with her.

I fisted my cock in my hand, tilting her chin up with my other hand. “Open, baby girl.”

She parted those fuckable lips for me, and I slid my cock inside of her wet mouth, groaning at the feeling of her soft, wet mouth around my shaft. Her tongue swirled around me, her cheeks hollowing out as she began to suck me off. I laced my fingers in her hair, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

“Touch yourself,” I roughly commanded. “But do not come until I give the order.”

She slid her hand between her legs, her other hand cupping my balls. I jerked in surprise, my head falling back on my shoulders for a moment as she basically sucked my soul from my body.

The woman was gifted an amazing fucking mouth.

I looked down at her. Her eyes were open, locked on mine, though I could tell she was struggling to keep them open as she lost herself in her own pleasure. Her pussy was glistening with her juices, her thighs wet with it.

She squeezed my balls the tiniest bit, sucking hard on the tip of my cock.

“Yes, baby. Like that,” I rasped, fucking her mouth harder. She never gagged. She took it all like the perfect, good girl. “I’m almost there.”

She sucked hard on the tip of my cock again, and I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed it all, not once gagging as I flooded her throat with my cum. “Now,” I barked. “Come now, little girl.”

I pulled myself from her lips, and her beautiful moans and screams sounded throughout my playroom as she came hard on her fingers. I quickly lifted her up and set her on the bed, flipping her onto her stomach. Then, I yanked her arms behind her back, holding her wrists in my grip as I slid deep inside of her, fucking her hard and fast.

“Don’t hold back,” I told her. “I want your pussy to soak my dick,

Juliana.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.

I pounded in and out of her, my fingers digging into her skin, no doubt leaving bruises, but she felt so fucking good around me.

She was coming over and over, my balls and her thighs becoming wet with it all, but I still didn’t stop. I pushed her to her limits, pushed her until she was begging me to stop, but I knew she was pleading for more.

She knew what her safe word was if she couldn’t handle it anymore.

“D-Darren—” she stuttered out, breaking the rules. But I slowed my movements, releasing her wrists to brush my hands over her back.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothed. “Breathe. Let me work your body down, alright? Just focus on breathing.”

The sound of my name on her lips had rocked my entire fucking world – flipped it completely upside down. I couldn’t even bring myself to be agitated that she had broken the number one rule of the playroom.

Her safe word was black. She’d written it into the contract in the spot that Mr. Kellum had designated for her to write it.

But she’d said my name instead.

As soon as her body wasn’t shaking as much, I lifted her from the bed and carried her out of the playroom into our bathroom. I sat in the tub and turned the water on with the jets, still holding her to me.

Once we were beginning to get submerged beneath the water, she yawned, her head falling on my shoulder.

“Why didn’t you use your safe word?” I quietly asked her, hoping she would feel comfortable enough to answer me.

“It wasn’t a limit,” she quietly answered. I relaxed at the sound of her sweet voice.

I sighed softly. “Baby girl, your safe word is not to just be spoken when we’ve reached a limit. It’s there to tell me if your body is too worked up, if you’re not okay with something, or even if you need a break. It is there for your safety.”

She frowned in confusion as she looked up at me. I brushed my fingers over her smooth cheek. “But you stopped when I said your name.”

I nodded. “That I did because I could hear it in your voice that you were reaching your limit,” I explained. “My job as your dom is not to fuck you until I’m sated. It is to take care of you. Sex is a mere bonus between us.”

She stared at me for a moment, running her eyes over my face. “Is that why you didn’t . . .” her voice trailed off.

I nodded. “Little girl, you have no idea how much it pleases me just to take care of you,” I told her honestly. Her cheeks warmed, her eyes brightening. I trailed my fingers down her spine. “All I want is your trust and that pretty as fuck smile.”

It touched her lips at my words. I brushed my lips to her forehead. “That’s the smile,” I said quietly. “That, baby girl, is all I want in return.”

She snuggled closer to me. “I feel safe with you, Darren,” she said quietly, almost to where I didn’t hear her.

I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “I will never give you reason not to,” I swore.