Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

David swung the belt slightly, watching her eyes follow it. Something about her was different as if she found some courage and determination. We will see how long will that last. She wasn’t as scared as he would expect, most likely because she had no idea how much it would hurt. There was probably not much pain in her life. Well, that is about to change.

“Aren’t you going to beg?” Why did he have the urge to tease her today?

She didn’t seem to appreciate it. “Would it help?” she asked quietly.

“No, it wouldn’t.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then screw you.”

Wow. Did she seriously just say that to him? This should be fun, he chuckled into the mask. The thing was annoying, his face was sweating and his field of vision reduced into small circles, but it was necessary. There was a chance that Anderson didn’t know it was David who kidnapped his daughters, or even that he was still alive. His mind wandered to the scar on his chest. A small round circle on his back, a slightly bigger one on the front. It was a miracle he survived. Laura and her family weren’t so lucky.

“If that is an offer…,” he smirked and turned on the camera. No talking from now on. He moved to a spot on her side, barely even visible on the camera. After all, he wasn’t the main star of the film. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes closed tight. Let’s see how real that courage of yours is.

The belt swooshed, hitting her bottom with a satisfying smack. She gasped for air, eyes widened in shock. Yes, princess. It hurts. Get used to it. He waited for a moment in case she wanted to say something, but her lips shut tight again and she remained silent, safe for the heavy breathing. He wasn’t using a huge force but he wasn’t gentle either, continuing to spank her until she screamed out for the first time, about five or six hits in, he wasn’t really counting it. He gave her time to regain composure or to start with the begging, but she was tougher than he thought. He had to fight an almost irresistible urge to touch her red-striped butt while she sniffled and bit her lips. But not a word came out of her mouth so he struck her again. And again. She cried out every time and muttered quiet curses between sniffling, waterfalls of tears running down her cheeks and neck. But she still refused to give up.

David continued until he could see she couldn't take any more. Yes, just two or three more strikes, and she would break, start begging him to stop. That was the moment he was waiting for. Except… he didn’t want to do that to her. Her courage was admirable, David would have never guessed she would be so strong and last that long. She didn’t deserve that. The f**k are you doing, Parker? It’s Anderson’s daughter! But David had already decided, walked over to the camera, and stopped it, putting it in the bag along with the mask and the belt. Yes, it was a daughter, nothing more. If he had had Anderson himself hanging there, David would gladly beat him for days. But this was just a girl.

He peeked out of the room to see Adam’s large stature resting against the wall. “You done?”

David nodded and handed the bag over. “Get it processed.”

“You want help with the girl?” Adam grabbed the bag and moved closer to David, who just waved his hand.

“I’ll handle her.”

The girl was still there, hanging by her wrists, tiptoes barely touching the floor. Shitty position, he knew it all too well. But effective in achieving the goal. Upon seeing him return, she gave him the most heartbreaking desperate look. “It’s all right.” He loosened the rope a bit, allowing her to stand on her feet, taking the strain off her arms, but not letting her off just yet.

She sighed in relief but became alert again when he moved behind her, his left arm hugging her, pushing her against his chest. “W-what…?” she stuttered, trying to draw away from him.

“Don’t worry.” Finally, he could lay his hand on her perfect butt, red hot and no doubt very sore right now. He touched it gently, knowing his cold palm soothed the pain a bit. She struggled but his left arm held her tight, while the right one followed the laced hem of her panties. His c**k was painfully hard but would have to wait for some other time. He had different plans.

His fingers started to gently stroke her body through the thin fabric. “Please, no,” she whispered, breathing heavily.

“This won’t hurt a bit.” He pressed slightly harder and she moaned, trying to squirm away from his fingers.

The hand traveled around and finally under her panties, fingers slowly circling her c**t. “No,” her voice was hoarse and barely audible. “I don’t want this.”

He slid one finger inside her carefully, greeted by a wet warmth. Very wet. You don’t want this? Your body is saying something else. His fingers started moving inside her. She squirmed more strongly but his other arm held her tight. Her head tilted back to let out a quiet moan and he used the opportunity to kiss her neck, going up from her collarbone, ending with a soft bite into her ear. “You don’t want this?” he hissed right into it.

“Please!” David didn’t know whether she was still asking him to stop or begging to continue, and perhaps she didn’t even know it herself. Not that it mattered, his fingers kept moving ruthlessly and his left hand snuck under her shirt and into her bra. The boobs were just as perfect as he imagined they would be, firm and sensitive, fitting right into his palms. “Ah!” She cried out when his fingers grabbed a n****e, gently pulling and twisting it. “Please,” she sniffled and struggled, but this time she was definitely pushing against his hand, not trying to pull away from it.

His fingers kept the pace, going in and out, rubbing and pressing against those sensitive spots. She leaned against him, breathing heavily, head tilted back and eyes closed tight. David knew she was just about to reach the top. If he really wanted to torture her, now would be a perfect time to stop, forcing her to beg him to continue. She would. At this point, pretty much anyone would. But he had already hurt her enough today and didn’t want to be more cruel than necessary so he kept going until she screamed out and froze. He felt the pulsing around his fingers and wiggled them a bit to prolong her ecstasy.

When he felt her body relax, he reached for the rope holding her up and released it completely. The girl collapsed into his arms, still trembling and half unconscious. David picked her up and carried her back to the cell, smirking when he noticed she was so exhausted she barely knew what was happening. Her wrists were badly bruised and he caught himself thinking about how much that was going to hurt tomorrow. And maybe even… feeling bad a little? f*****g hell, Parker. Have you lost your mind?

“Not mind,” he mumbled quietly, watching her curl up in bed. Crap.