Chapter 5 Desperate Moves

Manfred Valderrama POV

I stare at the girl and wonder what's going through her mind. My cock is still hard and seated deep inside her warm pussy, and there seems nothing more satisfying than knowing she’s full of me. What's happening to me isn’t healthy. She is making me weak, but it appears that her lack of resistance is helping my plans go smoothly so there is little I will do about it. “Manfred.” I give her my name because I’ve decided I’d like to hear her say it.

“What?” She looks back at me with confusion on her face.

“I thought you should know the name of the man whose child you will carry.” My fingers trace over her flat stomach and the thought of it swelling keeps my cock hard inside her.

“I want to know why—”

 “Shhhh.” I place a finger over her lips to silence her. “I won’t tell you why, so don’t ask.” I don’t know why I feel the need to keep it a secret from her. Maybe, I want to spare the girl from having to know what a cunt her father really is, or perhaps the fact that Steven’s daughter takes my cock and what I fill her with, so willingly, is all the revenge I need. Turns out Daniel was right, having her here will cause a war because I already know that I will never give her back. An unfamiliar urge makes me take the girl in my arms and force her onto my chest, and when her arms automatically wrap around me, I feel a heat spread through my chest that doesn’t belong there. I shouldn't be doing this, she is my prisoner. But it feels fulfilling and so I sit with her wrapped around my body for a little longer.

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Amara looks surprised the following evening when Daniel brings her up to the room, on my command. It’s been sixteen hours since I fucked her in the basement, and I’ve decided that is plenty of time for her pussy to have recovered. “A bath is ready for you.” I gesture my head toward the bathroom door and she smiles at me like she’s fucking grateful, as she steps through it and closes it after her. I’m about to get out of bed and re-open it, reminding her that she is not permitted to shut me out, but I get distracted when my phone rings.

“Well, it’s happened,” Daniel tells me, sounding smug.

“What has happened?” I don’t have time for fucking guessing games.

“Steven Villafuerte is looking for her. A nationwide search has been started, he even has the cops involved on this one.”

 “Fuck.” I scrub my hand over my face in frustration.

“It’s not too late, you could give her back. We can easily scare her enough never to tell her father who took her.” Daniel proves he has no idea what he’s talking about.

“It is too late, we stick to the plan.” I hang up the phone and storm straight into the bathroom. The girl looks way too relaxed for someone who’s being held against her will as she lays in my bathtub, but that calm quickly turns to shock when I grip a fistful of her hair and force her to stand up. “Do you want to marry Dennis Gregorio?”

I ask, keeping my hold firm and watching her eyes brim with fear.

“No.” She shakes her head against me, firmly.

“Your father is looking for you. So are the police. If they find you, you will have to marry that man and you will never see me again. Is that what you want?” I breathe like a fucking bull while I wait for her answer because, for some fucked-up reason, it feels really important.

“No,” she whispers, with a much weaker shake of her head. Her puzzled expression suggests that even she doesn’t understand her answer.

“Then come with me.” I drag her out of the bath by her hair, into the bedroom, and throw her soaked body onto the bed. My cock is already hard, it seems it always is when I'm near her, and as I spread her still-soapy legs and position myself between them, I let my thick tip rest between her pussy lips. “I want you to call your father and tell him you’re safe.” I take my phone in my hand and take a leap of faith when I hand it to her. “You tell him that you are happy and that you will come home when you are ready.”

“He’ll trace the call,” she warns, her hands shaking as she takes hold of it. “It’s a secure line. Now call him, and when he answers, I want you to put him on speaker phone.” I tug at her wet hair until she nods her head, and her fingers fumble to dial his number into my keypad.

“Hello.” Steven Villafuerte’s voice comes through the speaker, and hearing it builds up an even more dangerous rage inside me.

“Daddy, it’s me.” Amara does a good job of sounding calm, especially considering that I have my cock stroking between her pussy lips.

“Amara, where the hell are you?” I hear the desperation in his voice, and when I look at her to remind her what to say, she bites her lip awkwardly.

“I’m safe, I just needed to get away for a while.”

 I’m relieved when she does as she’s told, how am I only just realizing what an impulsive, reckless thing putting a phone in her hand was to do? It’s another reminder of what this girl does to me. I reward Amara’s obedience by slowly edging the tip of my cock inside her, and she makes an exasperated little breath as she closes her eyes, and tries to focus on her task.

 “Amara, I have everyone looking for you! I’ve been worried sick. Your friends said you went for a walk and just disappeared.”

“They were all sleeping. I called a water taxi to pick me up and take me from the island.” She impresses me by thinking on her feet and it earns her another solid inch of cock. “Daddy.” She clutches the comforter in her free hand as I slowly roll my hips and stir myself inside her.

“Yes?”

“Please don’t come looking for me. This is what I want.” She quickly hangs up the phone and reaches her hand around my body, grabbing my ass in her hand and pushing for me to give her more.

“You're such a good girl,” I give her my praise because I know she likes it. She’s made me proud today and as I give her more of what she wants, I glide my fingers over her outstretched neck. “Come for me, right now,” I instruct, pushing every inch I have inside her and holding still. Her nails dig into my ass, as her wet skin slips against me. “Come on, I want you spilling that tight cunt all over my cock.” I remain still, savoring the way her pussy throbs around me. She looks back at me with such hope and expectation that it starts to fucking hurt. I’m not the kind of man she should be looking at, like this. I took her without any consideration for how she would feel. I don’t know what makes her so accepting of me, but it scares me, and men like me don’t have the luxury of fear. I turn my soft touch firm, clutching at her throat, and drilling my eyes into hers “I told you to fucking come!” I hiss through my teeth, and when her hips start to buck wildly against my static body and she screams out my name, I immediately regret telling her it. It sounds exactly as I imagined it would like it belongs on her fucking lips. Her body trembles and the way she clamps around me triggers my own release. I keep my cock rooted deep, letting my cum flood inside her, and I have to close my eyes and try to ignore that obsession I’m developing toward her. When I open them back up and see her looking up at me, her pert, little tits rising and falling as she catches her breath back, it hits me how dangerous that obsession is going to be.

Amara Villafuerte POV

I’ve counted it as twenty-one days since I was kidnapped and, every day, I’ve been taken up to the room where he fucks me like a whore, then returns me to the basement like a prisoner. My feelings for him grow stronger, and yet he remains cold. I have a hunch that things are about to get a lot worse today when Tommy leads me into the room where I know he’ll be waiting for me.

“Afternoon.” Manfred places down his phone and dismisses Tommy with a flick of his fingers. “I have something to tell you.”

I force the words out of my mouth, but he’s already stepped up behind me, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck and forcing me to bend over the dressing table. Slowly, as the days have progressed, more furniture has been added to this room. There's a mirror in front of us now and I close my eyes to avoid looking in it as his hand slides into the front of my panties. When I grab at his wrist to try and stop him, he forces me away with a confused look on his face.

“Since when did you start denying me?” He drags me back up by my throat so I’m taut with his body.

“I…I.” The fingers from his other hand slip between my folds and I watch the anger spread on his face, through our reflection, as he pulls them back out and examines the red streaks of blood on them. “I was trying to tell you…but...” Why the fuck do I feel ashamed, and worst of all, disappointed? It only confirms how crazy being in this situation is making me.

Manfred doesn’t hide his disappointment either and shocks me when his grip on my neck tightens and his blood-coated fingers swipe over my cheek, smearing it onto my skin. “I guess we’ll just have to try harder,” he hisses at me spitefully, before backing away and leaving me alone.

I grip the edge of the dresser in my hands, staring at my reflection, as suddenly reality hits me. Everything I feel for Manfred is one-sided. He has become my comfort, I crave him like a drug and I have no control over it. Perhaps it’s my coping mechanism to get me through the situation I’m in. When Tommy comes back into the room and tells me to follow him I wipe the tears from my eyes, and the blood from my face, before pushing myself off the dresser and going with him. Back to the confines of the basement, where I’m nothing more than a prisoner.

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It’s been five days and I’ve stopped bleeding. I haven’t seen Manfred since he left me in the bedroom that morning, and I hate him for ignoring me all this time. I hate myself even more for actually missing him. He’s kept me supplied with the products I’ve needed and allowed me into the room to bathe once a day, but there has been no sign of him and it’s felt like a punishment. I realize now, why. Manfred’s only intention is to make me pregnant with his child. He can’t do that while I’m bleeding and so, for the past few days, I’ve been insignificant to him. The door to the basement opens, and Tommy looks at me expectantly, so I get up on my feet with determination and follow him. When I enter the room and see Manfred with his ass resting on the dresser and his legs crossed casually, I run at him and pull my hand back so I can slap the smug look off his face. He catches my wrist before I can make the connection and the smirk I saw when I first walked in here remains on his face. “Missed me?” he questions, infuriating me even more.

I have no words for him, I want to cry but I won’t, something tells me he’d fucking like it. “Tommy tells me you have stopped bleeding.” He releases me and heads towards the bed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before he pats the mattress for me to sit. For the past two mornings, Tommy has asked me if my bleeding had stopped and it seems the word I sent him back with, earlier, has pleased his boss.

“I have,” I confirm.

“Then we must get back to work straight away.”

He stands, waiting for me to go to him but I remain still, refusing to be the dog that heels after the way he’s made me feel.

“You’re mad at me.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes like it's an inconvenience. Coming toward me, he slides his hand through my hair and it feels too nice to stop him. “Sweet, little Amara, as pretty as you look when you are angry, your emotions are pointless. They aren’t going to change what will happen here, today. I’m still going to fuck you.”

“And what if I don’t want to be fucked today?” I swipe back at him. The smile he responds with gives me a real urge to scratch it off his lips. “And to think, I was going to do something nice for you.”

He shakes his head and shrugs, before crouching his body and lifting me up onto his shoulder. I protest as he carries me over to the bed and throws me onto the mattress. Giving me no time to try and break free, he grabs both wrists in one of his huge hands and pins them above my head. I watch, restrained, as he unbuckles his belt with his free hand and I struggle against his firm hold when he tears open his slacks and takes out his cock. “What are you going to do, rape me?” I snarl at him.

“You just tell me when to stop, Princess.”

He looks down at me calmly and waits for my reaction as the thick tip of his cock rubs against the lace of my panties. My arms stop moving and, despite my anger, my hips automatically fidget against him. It’s cruel, and devious, to use my emotions against me but I make myself a victim to it when I say nothing.

“That's what I thought.”

His finger hooks into the lace, dragging it to one side so we’re flesh to flesh, and my stomach flips. “In fact, I’m pretty sure that right now, I could have you beg me for it,” he whispers, making me even wetter as his cock slowly slips between my folds, stroking that sweet spot and making me moan with pleasure and frustration at the same time. “Do you wish to have me inside you, Amara?” he asks, tilting his head and enjoying every second of my suffering. I say nothing, just stare right back at him as I move my hips against him to get the friction I need. “Answer the question, Amara.” He looks down and spits at the tip of his cock while he continues to tease me with it.

“Yes,” I admit when the emptiness inside me becomes intolerable.

“Then ask me nicely.”

His voice is soothing, and as much as I want to tear chunks out of him, my pussy is running my conscience right now. I take another glance down, seeing him huge and hard, pressed against me, and craving to feel that sting of him pushing inside me. I know that letting him have what he wants will come with a price, but the desire in me is willing to pay it.

“Put it inside me, please.” I manage, watching the smirk grow wider on his lips, as he drops to his knees and gives me his tongue instead. He takes his time, making agonizingly, slow licks as I buck against his face, proving that my need has overtaken any pride I stormed in here with.

“Desperation tastes so good on you.” Manfred lifts his eyes up to me and watches me with great satisfaction as I cum all over his tongue. Before I have a chance to come down from the high, without any warning, he gets back on his feet and slams himself into me. I scream out in shock and Manfred grabs both my tits in his hands, through my bra, crushing them hard in his fist. “It looks so fucking good on you too,” he tells me, fucking me hard and unforgivingly. “Ask. Ask me to cum in this pretty, little pussy, Amara.”

He stares into my eyes and looks a little desperate himself. “Tell me you want it.” I can deny him the words, but I can’t deny the thoughts in my head. Sick and twisted as all this is, Manfred wanting to put his child inside me makes me feel special in a way I’ve never felt before.

“I want it,” I tell him, meaning every word, despite wishing I didn’t, and when his body stills, he groans loudly as he gives me what I want and empties inside me. His hands clutch my thighs tight around his hips as his seed fills my pussy, and as I look at the man, who I’m pretty sure is going to destroy me, I wonder what he would have to do to make me hate him.

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