Deliciously Disturbed

RUN!

TALIA

Jogging along the dimly lit path at dusk, I checked my phone, feeling it vibrating against my thigh. Retrieving it from my pocket, I grinned, seeing a message from Drew. I swiped my thumb across the screen and read over the words:

-Hey, Babe. Something came up. I won’t be home for dinner, just giving you a heads up. Enjoy your run.

“Seriously, that’s the fourth night this week!” I squeezed my phone and threw my fist in the air as my feet stalled their movement.

—I understand. Thanks.

-Great. Love you.

My eyebrows knotted, reading his reply.

Love. The word was thrown around frequently whenever it served him.

Huffing hot air through my nose like a raging bull, I pecked my passive-aggressive text along the screen.

-Love you too.

With my eyes glued to my phone, I sprinted down the leafy trail. Over the last few months, I had created a nightly routine of running before sunset. He knew this. It made sense he would assume I was here. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

-Send Daddy a picture of what you’re wearing.

Strange request, but okay.

Slowing my pace, I rushed my fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair, fixing my ponytail. I held my arm out, smiled at the camera, capturing a photo from the waist up, and hit ’send.’

-Is that my hoodie?

—Yeah.

-Blue hoodie and gray shorts. Don’t you look adorable? Annoyed with his small talk, my feet stopped, texting him back.

—Don’t you have work to do?

-I was taking a break catching up with my baby.

—Well, you’re interrupting my run. So, I’d like to get back to that. If you don’t mind.

The sound of a tree branch snapping off in the distance caught my attention.

“Damn squirrels,” I grumbled, hearing my phone chime.

-Language, Talia.

-Need I remind you whom you’re talking to?

Talia.

The f*****g nerve! Calling me by my actual name. I’m not in the mood for his s**t tonight.

Furious, I replied.

—No. I know exactly who I’m speaking to. This is the sixth time this month you’ve ditched me. It’s clearly over between us.

—When I get back home, I’ll pack my things and go to my sister’s.

Swiping bitter tears from my cheek, I stood on the path, witnessing his name flash across my phone. I ignored the first call but chose to answer the second.

“What, Andrew?” I hissed.

“Talia. Don’t use that tone with me,” he whispered.

“f**k you, Andrew!”

“Talia… You need to dial it back a bit, little girl, or—”

“Or what? You’ll punish me? You’d actually have to be around to do so. Which you never are anymore.”

“Baby, I know this has been difficult for both of us. I’m sorry you feel I’ve neglected your needs. I’ve been swamped with work the last few weeks, but—”

“It’s not the last few weeks. It’s always been like this. I’m so sick of these one-sided expectations. I can’t do it anymore,” my voice tremored as my chest heaved up and down.

“Talia. Calm down. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he sweetened his tone.

“That’s what you always say, and nothing ever changes!” I swiped the frustrated tears from my eyes.

“Baby. I promise—”

“That’s all you ever do. Hide behind your platitudes and promises. Well, I’ve got news for you, Andrew. They—like you—don’t mean s**t to me anymore,” I disclosed remorsefully.

“Talia,” he growled my name in his dominant, ’sit your ass down and listen to me, I mean business,’ tone.

“No. f**k you. Don’t growl at me like that.”

“Talia,” he exhaled. “Daddy understands you’re upset, but one more word and I’m—”

“f**k you, and f**k your empty threats, Andrew. You aren’t going to do s**t. You’re too busy.”

“Okay. We’ll play this your way.”

Pressing my lips together, I steadied my voice. “No. It’s over, Andrew. Goodbye.” Hitting the ’end call’ button, I sank to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

After crying out my soul, I glanced at my phone, noticing it was almost seven p.m. The soft pink and blue hues of the evening sky had faded into darkness. Streetlamps flickered overhead, casting an ominous aura around the quiet, dimly lit trail. Picking myself up, I resumed jogging, ignoring the buzzing in his jacket pocket. It buzzes again and I check the screen.

Andrew has tried calling me five times now. Rolling my eyes, I shoved my phone back into the pocket.

No. It’s for the best.

I slammed my feet against the ground, imagining myself putting distance between us. A mile remained between me and the parking lot. I wanted to use the time to clear my head, to figure out my game plan for once I returned home, but all I could think about was the burning pain radiating through my chest.

Sulking down the path over a small wooden bridge, I was now only about a quarter of a mile from my car. The faint sound of rustling leaves had my head on a swivel. I apprehensively checked behind me, only to find nothing.

You’re just paranoid.

Suddenly, an owl flew by, perching on a low-hanging branch.

“You stupid bird! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Resting my hand on my pounding chest, I sighed in relief. As I turned around, I froze in my tracks. On the other side of the bridge stood a man in all black. A ski mask concealed his face. Allowing my eyes to travel down to his hand, I saw it—a butcher knife.

My feet rooted to the ground as my blood turned to ice.

“Isn’t it a little late to be out for a run?” he questioned, glancing at the blade, then at me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would form.

“What’s the matter, little girl? Are you lost?” A slight chuckle left his lips as he advanced in my direction.

Damn it, Talia! Snap out of it! We have to run!

Pulling myself together, I willed my feet to move.

“Oh. It’s like that? Fine. We’ll play this your way,” he laughed again, racing toward me.

I pumped my legs as fast as they would move through the trail. My lungs burned, sucking in the harsh October air. Desperately needing a break, I stepped off the path, aiming to catch my breath. Hopefully, he would run further down the track, permitting me to double back to the bridge. It was the fastest way to my car.

I had to make it to my car.

I watched him inspect the area, ambling in circles. He refused to leave.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sang, pacing back and forth. I had no other option but to run. Waiting until his back was turned, I stomped my feet to the ground.

“Oh! There you are.” The echoes of his feet clapping into the deserted darkness. My heart hammered in my chest, causing my lungs to ache.

He couldn’t catch me, he’d kill me. I’d never see Daddy again.

All I wanted at this moment was to be in his warm, loving arms.

I’m such a selfish i***t.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed him. His phone went to voicemail, so I chose to leave a message.

It might be my last.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. For everything. I wanted you to know I’m sorry, and I love YO-!” I shrieked as the stranger’s arms locked around my abdomen, sending us both tumbling into the dirt. My phone flew out of my hand, landing somewhere off the path.

The man released a low, primal growl by my ear. His body weight crushed me from behind, trapping me between him and the dirt. I grimaced, feeling his tongue traveling from my collarbone to my neck, lapping at my cold sweat.

I fought to free myself from his hold. A bloodcurdling scream shredded my throat, feeling his cruel hands snatching the hoodie from my body. My n*****s hardened at the temperature change. He threw the hoodie somewhere off into the darkness and continued to laugh at me like the psycho he obviously was, wrestling me onto my back.

Another demented, low chuckle escaped his mouth. Instinctively, my hands curled into fists. I punched him, but it was no use. He was stronger than me. One of his hands easily secured both of my wrists.

“Please,” I begged through tear-stained eyes. “Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” he emphasized by drawing the knife’s tip along my neck and chest, sadistically humming to himself.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna hurt you and you’re gonna love every second of it,” he threatened.

“Please. I’m-I’m a virgin,” I lied through my teeth. He placed the knife behind him out of my reach, then began to fondle my breast over my shirt with his free hand. My hips pressed against his in response. He captured my left n****e between his thick fingers and gave it a hard squeeze. A self-betraying pleasurable moan slipped out of my mouth.

“Virgin my ass,” he snarled. “What a responsive, good little girl you are.” I shut my eyes, feeling his fingertips coiling around my throat. “Tell you what. If you do exactly as I say, I might let you live tonight. How’s that sound, little one?”

I nodded anxiously, unable to speak, fear tangling my tongue. He released his hand around my neck, and I cringed, hearing the sound of my shirt ripping. Opening my eyes, I saw the blue fabric was now splayed on the side of my chest.

“Sorry. That was in my way,” he explained, then removed my breasts from my blue sports bra. I closed my eyes and tried not to enjoy the way his skillful lips and tongue teased my n*****s. Or the way his teeth knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure.

My traitorous thighs spasmed against him. Feeling his free hand migrating lower, he tugged the crotch of my shorts away from me. My pupils swelled fearfully, hearing the sound of fabric tearing again.

I wanted to scream, but my body was entombed in a state of shock. Every time I opened my mouth, all that poured out was static. His fingers rubbed over my soaked panties, emitting another maniacal laugh.

“Damn it, baby. You are soaked,” The masked man purred the lewd words near my neck. His fingers slipped underneath my panties and ran along my damp channel. Sensing his thumb grazing over my swollen c**t, I thrust my hips up into his, letting out another moan.

“God, you’re so needy. When’s the last time a man’s touched you?”

Too f*****g long. Daddy had been out of town for business or too tired when he got home to even try, is what I wanted to tell him, but he didn’t deserve to know that. Instead, I trembled beneath him. The elevated terror rendering me speechless.

He jerked my panties to the side, and slipped two fingers into me, then added a third one, making me howl out in pain… And pleasure.

“Ahh, that’s my girl,” he expressed with a primal growl.

God, what’s wrong with me? Am I so desperate to be f****d again by an actual man I’m gonna give in to this, this psychopath?

My assailant curled his fingers inside of me, stroking along my sweet spot. I bit my lip to stifle my cries.

“No. Don’t do that. I know you like it.” He pumped his fingers faster. “I can tell by the way you’re gripping onto me,” he whispered, laying a sweaty kiss on my cheek. “Scream, Baby. I want to hear you scream,” he commanded against me.

He kissed down my neck and chest, sucking my n****e between his lips. My back arched in ecstasy as I cried out into the night. His fingers moved faster, moan after moan spilling from my mouth. Digging my nails into the dirt, I clawed at the ground as my orgasm rolled through me.

Tossing his knife to the side, he cradled my throat. “You’re such a good girl, Talia.” The psycho stroked his calloused fingers across my cheek. “I might have to take you home with me and keep you. Forever.” He released my wrists, reaching for his jeans to unbuckle his belt.

Now is my chance!

Drawing my leg up, I stomped on his erection, shoving him aside.

“Ahh, f**k! Talia!” A low, guttural groan erupted while I kicked his chest with my other foot. My vision shifted to the left. I spotted the knife and snatched it up before he had a chance to.

Scrambling to my feet, I knelt over him. I reared my arm back, preparing to stab my attacker.

“Talia,” his voice called my name, struggling beneath me. “Talia. Stop! Red! RED! f*****g RED!” The masked man repeated the word… the safeword out loud.

My safeword.

He lifted his arm and removed his ski mask. Strands of sticky brown hair clung to his forehead. Familiar green eyes met mine.

“Andrew…” My jaw dropped. “WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k!” Dropping the knife, I crouched beside him and pummeled his chest. “I could have killed you!” I rubbed my neck, attempting to ease my hoarse throat.

“No, you couldn’t have. Not with this one, at least. See?” He ran my finger across the butcher’s knife’s dull edge. “It’s a prop, for play. Now this one.” Andrew retrieved a switchblade from his pocket. “This might do some damage.” He dangerously held it against my neck.

“What the hell? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at work?” Aggravated, I knocked his hand away.

“I’ve been here the entire time, watching you, Talia,” he confessed.

“That’s not creepy at all.”

“Look, I know I’ve been MIA. I wanted to make it up to you.”

“By posing as a serial killer, and assaulting me in a public park?”

“No. I thought this was what you wanted,” he sighed. “I know you’ve fantasized about being kidnapped and taken by someone in the woods. I tried making it happen. It’s not like I could tell you, or else it would kill the moment.”

Okay, so he had a point.

“It had to be convincing.” Drew shrugged his broad shoulders, lowering his head. “I was texting you, planning to distract you and catch you off guard. How was I supposed to know you were going to lose your s**t and break up with me?” Andrew furrowed his brows. Dumbstruck, I straddled his waist, unsure how to respond.

“You’re such an i***t,” I laughed. My body finally relaxed while I processed his misguided attempt at enacting my desires.

“Watch it.” He waved his index finger at me, narrowing his eyes.

“Or what?” I taunted him. My anger dwindling.

Drew reached up and pinched my n****e, tugging it downward.

“Ow, f**k! You asshole!” I slapped at his chest and rubbed my sore nub, then tucked them safely back inside my sports bra.

“You know I hate hearing such foul words coming out of that beautiful mouth. You’re pressing your limit tonight.” His warm hands cupped my arms, rubbing them, generating heat. “Your skin’s freezing.”

“Yeah, I wonder why? Wouldn’t have anything to do with my psycho ’ex-boyfriend’ chasing me around in fifty-degree weather!”

“Ex-boyfriend?” Andrew’s jaw muscles ticked.

“You heard me.” I rose to my feet and Drew followed. He peeled off his black sweatshirt and slid the neck of it over my head. I slipped my arms inside and hugged the warm material close to my body. “Thanks,” I smiled.

At least I had something to cover the scraps of wet clothing on me now.

“Welcome,” he grinned.

“Anyway, It’s late. Let’s go home. I’ll whip us up something for dinner, but then I’ll need to start packing.”

“Talia, baby. Please. I don’t want you to leave,” he pleaded, lightly capturing my forearm.

“It’s for the best, Drew.” I shook my arm and freed myself of his hold.

“You can’t leave. Don’t make me tie you up.” He curved a sly eyebrow and smirked.

I rolled my eyes and took a few steps. Watching his hand move behind his back, he presented me with a bundle of rope. My stomach did a somersault.

“You’d have to catch me first,” I remarked.

“Is that a challenge?” he beamed. Streams of moonlight brightening his face.

“No,” I exhaled.

Yes, please.

“I’ll tackle you and tie you up this time. Or maybe put you on all fours and f**k you like the b***h you are, coming deep inside of your tight little p***y,” Drew threatened, while taking slow, calculating steps toward me.

My mind blanked momentarily. I can’t think straight when he says things like this during an argument. That’s a dangerous game to play with my breeding kink and his willingness to fulfill my requests. My p***y throbbed at the thought.

It’s a good thing I’m on birth control.

“Oh, please. I doubt you could get hard again after I smashed your b***r with my foot.” I giggled back, working my bratty magic. For every step he took, I slid my feet against the ground, keeping space between us.

“Try me, baby girl.” Daddy’s green eyes darkened. He mouthed the word, “Run,” charging at me. I screamed out of reflex, dashing off into the night.

“I know you can run faster than that, Talia,” he taunted, trailing me like a lion chasing a gazelle.

How was he so close?

Stopping in my tracks, he collided with me. Daddy fell to the ground, and I sprinted off. Instead of sticking to the path, I darted into the woods.

“TALIA! YOU f*****g b***h! WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU’RE DEAD!” his voice pierced the air.

For a moment, I forgot we were playing. I was genuinely scared of him.

Shivering under the relentless October fog, I crouched beside some thick brush.

“Oh, my dear sweet Talia. Daddy is growing tired of this game. The longer I search for you, the more intense your punishment will be.”

My muscles clenched at the thought. I had been begging for this for over a year. Tonight, he was finally fulfilling one of my deepest, darkest fantasies.

I swiped some wisps of hair away from my face, observing Daddy. The moonlight illuminating his golden skin. Hearing his feet crushing leaves and twigs, I noticed his expensive Italian leather shoes stepping in front of me. My hand shot up to cover my mouth and quiet my laughter.

He didn’t even change his shoes after leaving the office.

Daddy whistled calmly to himself, surveying the area.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

With his footsteps receding, I popped up, peering into the darkness. Creeping by a large oak tree, I felt two large hands enclosing around me.

An ear-splitting scream left my tired lungs. I thrashed against him, pausing when my vision caught something shiny and metallic. A knife. His switchblade.

“I caught you. You’re mine now, Talia.” His pearly white smile taking over his face.

The pressure of the blade against my delicate skin, was replaced by Daddy’s soothing lips traveling down my neck. His grip on my waist tightened, plastering my back into his chest, his massive c**k resting against my ass.

How the hell was he already hard again?

“Drew,” I exhaled, watching as a cloud of air dissipated from my mouth. His hand grasped my hair with authority, lowering me onto my knees. The black sweatshirt I had on shucked off on the way down. Chilly green moss stung my tender exposed flesh. Capturing my wrists, he bound them with rope, shoving my face onto the cold ground.

His rugged hands swiftly yanked the remains of my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me a trembling, horny mess. He teased his fingers around my opening before sinking them all the way in.

“You. f*****g. Brat!” Daddy snarled, landing hard slaps across my ass. “You thought I’d let you walk away? No one leaves me, certainly not my Mate.”

His Mate?

I have no idea, but I know better than to ask questions at a time like this.

My back arched in ecstasy as I whimpered. His fingers moved faster, moan after moan spilling from my mouth. Digging my nails into my palms, my orgasm rolled through me.

“I should have done this two years ago when I found you. I’ve put this off long enough. You belong to me, Talia. Only me.” I sighed, feeling him removing his fingers. He jerked my body toward him, kissed my neck, then dropped me back to the ground. “I think it’s time I remind you,” he chuckled.

“Oh! One last thing.” The sound of leaves crinkled above me. “I forgot, here.” I tilted my head to see what he had dropped in front of me. My eyes widened in shock.

My f*****g IUD. Andrew removed my IUD. What the f**k!

“You won’t be needing that after tonight. All of your teasing, ’Come in me, Daddy. Make me pregnant. Give me your babies’ talk. It ends tonight.” He let out another low growl, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Surprise. I thought I’d combine your little breeder kink with your desire to be kidnapped.” My eyes dilated, feeling his head rub against my sopping entrance. “Like I said earlier, I’m very sorry I’ve neglected your needs, but tonight is all about you.” Daddy’s tender words fell from his lips as he roughly entered me from behind.

Oh my God! I don’t know if I should be more turned on or terrified at this moment.

Tossing my head back, I yowled in shock, feeling Daddy lift my hips, hitting that perfect angle. My voice rose when he found his rhythm.

He has never been this aggressive with me. I’m sure I’ll have some lovely purple fingerprints on my hips tomorrow. Not that I’m complaining.

My body skimming against the freezing ground was only making my n*****s painfully harder.

“Daddy! Oh, f**k! Daddy, can I please—”

“Call me Alpha,” he demanded. His teeth grazed across my the column of my neck. Caught up in the moment, I repeated the word back to him.

“Alpha, Oh! Can I please—”

“No.” He gripped my hips tighter, bearing his nails into my flesh. I whimpered as he increased his speed, teetering on the edge of my orgasm.

“f**k! PLEASE, ALPHA, PLEASE LET ME COME FOR YOU!” I screamed the words like a prayer. Daddy released my hips and seized the back of my sports bra, while his other hand tangled in my hair. He bunted his hips, thrusting into me so hard it made my eyes water. In a good way.

“Please, Alpha!” I begged as he stared down at me, lost in some sort of trance.

“You’re not coming until I’m closer,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

Oh, f**k me! This man had the stamina of a God. We’ll be out here all night if I don’t do something to hurry this along.

“Daddy,” I spoke his name, receiving a hard smack on my right butt cheek. “I’m sorry,” I panted submissively. “Alpha. Come for me! Make me pregnant. Put a baby in me, please!” I shamelessly begged him, knowing as soon as this was over, I was running straight to the pharmacy for Plan B.

“You want me to come inside you?” Daddy pressed his body flush against mine.

“OH! f**k YES! PLEASE!”

“You want me to claim you? Make you carry my pups?”

Pups? Whatever, I don’t care.

“YES!”

“Say it. I want to hear you say it. Like you mean it.” His hand toyed with my c**t.

“PLEASE, ALPHA! PLEASE CLAIM ME! PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR PUPS!” Feeling Daddy’s body shift over mine, he kissed along the trunk of my neck.

“Good girl. Come for me, Mate.” My core constricted, followed by the most delicious pain I’ve ever experienced. Daddy’s teeth pierced my neck as I unraveled. My eyes crossed, and I gushed around his thick c**k. The powerful orgasm stole my breath, leaving me feeling lightheaded.

I’ve never came so hard in my life.

He let out another animalistic growl, stilling behind me. I felt him grow soft and a few minutes later, he was miraculously stretching my hole again.

“You’re officially mine now, Talia.” An unfamiliar sense of pride washed over me. His words made my body vibrate. The hair on my neck rose in alarm. He loosened the rope, freeing my hands. “Now get on all fours. I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Yes, Alpha,” I panted. Slapping my hands against the chilly earth, I assumed the position, enjoying his new nickname.

“Good girl.”