Page 50 of Pose for Me
“In here, Daddy.”
Ryell comes around the corner in a pair of scrubs, looking surprisingly good. I’ve never been into the medical kink, but maybe I’ve been missing out.
He steps up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. I lean into him, knowing I’ve probably lost my fucking mind for feeling content in the arms of a serial killer but not really caring anymore. This is my life now. I can either enjoy it for what it is or live miserably.
I chose to get the attention I’ve always craved from my new Daddy.
Ryell hums and kisses me on the neck. I sigh again, my body melting into him.
He lifts his head and gazes at our reflections. Standing next to him, I see just how pale I am, how my weeks in captivity have leeched all the color from my skin.
“I’m as white as a ghost,” I whisper, making Ryell grin.
“I like ghosts.”
Snorting, I turn around to him and tentatively put my arms around his waist. This is all new, but I’m going with it. I won’t live long enough for anyone to discover what went on here, so why not?
“How was work?” I ask.
Ryell starts, then pulls back so he can look at me. “You really want to know?”
I tick up an eyebrow. “Did you kill someone at your practice?” I ask, not at all joking.
He barks a laugh, and I’m treated to a sight I didn’t think I’d see. A carefree Ryell. For the past few weeks, he’s been smug, taunting, stone-faced, but never…this.
I like it too much.
“No,” he says, still chuckling. “It’s just, no one has ever asked me before.”
“Oh. Have you…you’ve never dated? Or had a long-term…partner?” I’m not sure if Ryell is gay or bi or pan or what, so I keep my question neutral.
Ryell shakes his head slowly. “I’ve got too much shit going on for that. You think someone would consent to me having a captive in our basement?”
I wince. It’s so easy to forget that, underneath it all, under the Daddy he’s become, he’s a killer.
Gripping me under the chin, Ryell turns my head back so I’m looking at him. “I won’t break my word, Lane. I won’t kill anyonewhile I’m with you. I broke a promise before, but I won’t do it again. Do you trust me?”
Giving him a sardonic look, I ask, “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you do, boy.” He bends and kisses me lightly on the lips. I sigh against his mouth, then press closer to get more of him.
He chuckles and pulls away. “Did you shower yet?”
“No.”
“Good. Let me take care of you.”
I’m a fucking puddle at his feet.
“Okay, Daddy.”
Ryell backs me up to the counter, caging me in with his strong arms. His voice drops to a low growl as he says, “I fucking love when you call me that.” He rolls his hips, and I gasp at the feel of him. “See what you do to me?”
My dick hardens so fast I get lightheaded, and I have to grab his shoulders so I don’t pass out. “Yes, Daddy.”
His hand on the back of my neck, Ryell pulls me in and kisses me hard, rolling his tongue around mine. I stand on my tiptoes, to get more of him. Ryell’s strong hands keep me upright, and I let him hold me, enjoying the way he seems like he can’t get enough of me as well.
I noticed that the one night we spent together. Ryell held me like he had the right, like I already belonged to him. My body loved the claiming. Even when I was deep in my depression, it knew Ryell was mine, that he was my Daddy.
