DevotedSub's Taboo Collection

Daddy's Girls

Vol. 2

Eleven stories of daddies who never waver

Taken

The last thing mamacita saw before the bag went over her head was the parking lot lights going black, one by one, and a man's voice low in her ear saying, "Quiet, little girl. You're mine now."

She was twenty-seven years old. The man who took her was thirty-four, six-foot-two, and he carried her the last fifty feet like she weighed nothing at all.

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The Locking of the Door

The basement room had no windows. One door, steel, bolted from the outside. A mattress on the floor, a chain coiled on the wall, a bucket, and a single bulb hanging from the ceiling that never went out. Mamacita sat on the mattress with her wrists still bound in front of her, breathing fast, when the door opened and he stepped in and closed it behind him and turned the lock with a sound like a bell tolling.

"Look at me," he said.

She looked. Thirty-four years old, black hair shaved close on the sides, a scar through his left eyebrow, tattoos crawling up his neck and both forearms. His eyes were dark and completely calm, and that was worse than any anger would have been. He was big the way danger is big — not gym big, but lean and hard, shoulders filling the black t-shirt, jeans hanging off narrow hips.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ma—" Her throat closed. "Mamacita."

He smiled, slow. "That's right. That's what I call you. That's what you'll answer to. Do you know what my name is?"

She shook her head.

"Papicito." He said it like it was a fact carved in stone. "You can also call me domdaddy. Or papi. Those are the only names I answer to from you. Say them."

"P-papicito," she whispered.

"Louder. Like you mean it."

"Papicito." Her voice cracked.

"Better." He crossed the room and knelt in front of her, and she pressed herself back against the wall until her skull hit concrete. He took her bound wrists in one hand, gently, and with his other hand he cut the zip-tie with a pocket knife, flicking it open one-handed. Her hands fell free, red and sore, and she started to sob with relief — and then he caught her chin and tilted her face up, and the tenderness was gone like a slammed door.