Daddy's Good Girl

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."


3. 3. Mr. CEO and Mr. Asylum

3. Mr. CEO and Mr. Asylum

Sometimes I would wonder, what in the hell I was thinking when I saw Josh.

Well, I knew it was along the lines of "Damn, he's fine. Wonder if he likes black girls... Bet he could use some chocolate in his life."

And for a while he did.

His pale skin had made a peculiar contrast to my dark one, and that's kind of what had made us an attractive couple. That and the chemistry between us could be seen for miles. I'd really thought that Josh was it for me, and we'd be together for a long time.

And we were, for a whole year and a half.

He would treat me like a freaking princess: gave me gifts, treat me to dinner, take me shopping, hell, even gave me massages.

"Oh Ameeeeeelia," he said from door of the warehouse.

And now I wondered how we got here...

He slammed the door shut, locking it behind him, and walked across the building to me. He showed me a greasy, white paper bag, and my eyes grew wide because, dear God, he had food.

"How's my girl?" He asked me. He crouched in front of my limp body, that was on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, and rubbed my hair gently.

His hand cupped my chin, and his lips kissed mine. I didn't fight him because the kiss was gentle. It reminded me of the Josh I used to know, but I knew that he was gone.

I looked at him in his light blue eyes that held a sort of craziness behind them. I never knew he'd be capable of something like kidnapping. But I guess no one really knows the extent a person will go to get something that they believe is theirs.

six hours earlier

Mom needed me to head to the grocery store to do the shopping, which I was glad to do because at least that way I'd finally get my freaking cereal.

No one wanted Frosted Flakes.

"Uhm, excuse me? Sir?," I said to tall man in the suit.

He looked around before looking down. He smiled at me, as I walked up. He was, ironically, holding a box of Frosted Flakes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He asked. His green eyes crinkled in the corners.

Wow, he was kind of really handsome.

"I can't reach the Pops," I said, pointing behind him toward the cereal.

His smile grew a little wider. "...and?"

I rolled my eyes. He could see that I was too short. "Could you please get it for me?"

"Of course," he said, before grabbing the cereal for me. He looked at it before handing it to me.

"Pops? Not many people I know eat that," he said.

I raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Yeah? Well, how many people do you know still eat Frosted Flakes?"

He gave a small laugh and said, "Touché."

I laughed back. "It was nice meeting you, sir. Bye."

"Yes, you, too."

I began to walk off and was halfway down the isle, when I heard him call out.

"Hey! Miss!"

I paused and turned slowly, only to see the smiling man in the suit.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"How would you feel about having dinner with me tonight?"

My face twisted into confusion, but I couldn't help but smile. "I don't even know your name."

He started walking toward me. "It's Donovan."

He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. Ooh, so formal.

"Hello, I'm Donovan Barrack. Nice to meet you," he said with that gorgeous smile.

I shook his hand, which engulfed mine, and continued to smile at him. "Hi Donovan Barrack. I'm Amelia Davidson. Pleasure to meet you."

After releasing hands, he said, "Oh, the pleasure is all mine."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, because talk about cheesy.

"So what's this about dinner?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. I  saw a beautiful girl, and someone that beautiful deserves to be treated to dinner."

Thank goodness my skin was dark, because he'd have seen me blushing like a maniac. And he kind of had me speechless, but I made an attempt to say thank you, but only ended up being a stuttering mess.

"I-I, uhm, th-thank you?"

He gave a small laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners again. "Cat got your tongue?"

I blew out an exasperated breathe and bit my lip.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. You're just seem so easy to pick at," he said with another laugh.

He had a nice laugh, light and deep. He shoved his hand into his suit pocket and pulled out his phone. I'm guessing he unlocked it before handing it to me.

"Here. Give me your number, and I'll give you a call about where we can meet."

I licked my lips, because I was kind of nervous. This strange, yet beautiful man, was trying to take me to dinner.

What if he was a murderer or some rapist or conman? I shook my head. Too much Lifetime.

"No...?" He asked.

I furrowed my brows and looked up at him.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, Donovan. Of course."

I grabbed his phone and put in my number. I added a contact photo by taking a selfie. He laughed at me, so I glared at him playfully and handed his phone back.

"There you go," I said.

He took it gladly and said thanks. "Hopefully I'll be seeing you tonight."

I smirked at him and waved before walking away.

"Hey," he said. And I turned to face him with a raised brow. "How do you feel about Italian?"

"Love it. Now goodbye, Donovan."

He smiled, and his cheeks got a little red. "Goodbye, Amelia."


"Christine, oh my god. You will not believe what just happened," I said into my phone.

I could hear crunching on her end, which meant she must have been eating. It was confirmed when she gave me a "Mwhat?"

I crashed on my bed and looked at the ceiling.

"I've got a date," I said.

I heard coughing and what sounded like choking on her end, and I furrowed my brows.

"Yikes. Are you alright?"

She cleared her throat before saying, "Yep."

"Okay good. His name is Donovan Barrack. He looked like he's a business man, dressed in a suit and all."

She started coughing again. "Donovan Barrack?! The CEO of Kink?"

I sat up quickly and furrowed my brows. "CEO of what?"

"Kink. The dating site? It's this leading dating site for people with kinks. He even has Kink clubs all across America. That dude is hella rich," she said.

Kink clubs?

"Yeah. Ya know the whole chains and whips and Rihanna S&M."

Crap, talking aloud again. And then it really hit me.

"Oh my god, Chris," I said. "I have a freaking date with this guy tonight!"

She laughed. "Ooh, better be careful. He might chain you up and whip you."

I glared, but of course, she could couldn't see it. "Shut up. I don't know what to do, because he doesn't seem like a Dominant. I really like him. Christine."

"Well, you don't have to go if you don't want to. But I mean, might as well see what he's all about, ya know? He can't be that bad."

I sighed. "He isn't. He's nice and freaking gorgeous. Geez, have you seen those eyes?"

She laughed at me. "Yeah, I've seen them. But hey, isn't he like twenty-nine? You're only eighteen."

"Pssh, please. Johnny Depp is in his fifties, and I'd still tap that."

She busted with laughter. "True, true. So when's your date with Mr. CEO?"

"I don't even know. He's supposed to call me with details, so I guess I'll find out then. He said something about Italian."

"Ooh, you love Italian," she said.

"I love everything to be honest."

"Haha, true. So--Oh my god, Chase! Get out!" She yelled from her end.

I heard shuffling and a really loud "Ow! Dammit Christine."

I busted with laughter. Ahh, siblings.

"Hey Ame? I'll called you later. This dipwad is wanting to get killed."

"Haha. Talk to later," I said and hung up.

I sighed and fell back on my bed. "Yikes."


Reader Discretion Advised


"Wake up!" Josh yelled at me. He threw water at me.

I jolted awake and glared at him.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

He laughed and got in my face. "What's my problem? You're my problem, Amelia. You make me wait almost a year for some f*cking p*ssy, make me f*cking love you, then try to throw me away? No, Amelia. That's not how this works. Not us."

I said it before so I wasn't afraid to say it again: crazy.

He grabbed my face in a tight grip and kissed my lips again. It wasn't like before. His lips pressed against mine roughly, and his teeth nipped at my bottom lip harshly.

"Ow! Jesus, Josh," I said angrily.

He only smirked as he pulled away. "I used to make you scream Jesus much louder than that, baby."

My skin crawled. "That's because you used to give me a damn reason to."

He raised a brow. "So you're saying you want me to give you a reason to scream?"

My eyes grew wide. Crap. Crap, f*ck.

"No. No, that's not what I mean, Josh," I said frantically.

"No, I think it was," he said getting closer to my face.

"No, Josh," I said as his lips pressed against my neck. I tried to close him off bringing my shoulder up, but he only pushed it down.

"Joshua! Joshua, no!" I screamed as his hand made its way up my shirt and to my breast. His hand squeezed the tender flesh harshly and I winced.

His lips were still on my neck, kissing and sucking and biting.

I felt violated and disgusting and so damn vulnerable.

"Josh," I cried. I'd began to whimper, and tears had began running from my clenched eyes. "Not like this. We can do it if you want, but it can't--it can't be like this."

His lips and hands paused against my skin, and he pulled away. His eyes, wide and glossy, bored into mine.

"Really? I can f*ck you?" He asked.

God, he was vulgar.

I nodded though. "We can... f*ck, but it just--it can't be rape, Joshua. Please just," I sighed and took in a breathe, "just give me a minute? Please, Josh. If you ever loved me, please just give me a minute."

He pulled further away and nodded. "Only a minute."

I nodded vigorously. "Only a minute."

He kissed my sore lips and stood up.

I was shaking violently. My skin was crawling, and I felt helpless. He wanted this, and I refused to let it be rape. I couldn't have lived with myself if it was.

I'd began to think of how things used to be, how sexy he was and how good he used to make me feel.

I began to think of his fingers and the magic they used to work on me and how sexy I would feel, but nothing seemed to really work. I wasn't getting aroused or anything, just extremely sad.

I sighed. "I--I'm ready."

He looked at me and smiled and began to walk toward me.

"J-Josh?" I said as he began pulling my pants down.

"What?" He mumbled against my neck.

"Please be gentle."

To be continued...

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