Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (6 page)

“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied

with the life you’re living?”

Bob Marley

Chapter 15

Mia left the bakery in a hurricane of conflicting feeling.

But the overriding, and most confusing feeling she had was one of safety. She felt safe for the first time in her entire life. It was like Daddy understood, without being told, what she wanted and needed. She couldn’t believe that. How could he possibly know?

Daddy?
she thought to herself,
what a ridiculous name. Why did I want to call him that?
Even so, it felt accurate. It felt so perfectly right that she couldn’t think of any other name that fit.

He was her Daddy. She wondered what his real name was. Then decided she didn’t care.

He was her Daddy.

There was something else. It felt like he was somehow inside her. Not invasive, or invading her privacy, but softly, like he was caressing her. It was like, once she dropped her defenses, he reached inside her and took her fear away, and replaced it with strength.

She could practically feel him wrapping warm arms around her, while she cried on his shoulder. She could almost hear him gently shushing her, and stroking her hair. And she melted into his safe, soft, warmth.

Oh, you are so full of shit!
Her fear screamed at her in her mind
. He is a man, and just like every man you have ever known, he basically told you “take off your clothes” and do what I say. He wants to fuck you, and use you
.

And when he is finished with you, he will throw you away the same as every other man has. You are such a pathetic piece of shit,
the voice said. Then she recognized the voice. It was the voice of her husband.

FUCK YOU!
She screamed silently at the voice in her head.
I don’t have to listen to you! And the voice fell silent.

Mia was shocked at the power, the venom and her rage at the voice in her mind. She was also shocked that she had controlled it. That the fear voice had listened and did what SHE said.

I do not like you. I do not want you in my mind and in my life anymore. I’m tired of your fear. He is my Daddy, because I say so. Not you. Now get out of my mind!

And the Fear Voice left. In its place was calm, peace, and the soft, gentle voice of her Daddy, telling her it was going to be ok, everything was going to be all right.

Mia walked into the house. Her husband was already home and in a foul mood.

“Mia!

“Yes.”

“I never asked last night. How did you like the taste of my whore’s cunt on my cock?”

“She tasted exactly like the scum bag you are.” Mia was shocked the words came out of her mouth, quicker than she could take them back.

Her husband was up out of his chair in a flash, and his hand came across her face just as quick. He looked at her in disbelief. His hand closed into a fist.

“I’m going to enjoy this, Mia. I hope you don’t have any plans for the holiday.”

“Jeffrey Lionel Prescott, the third?” His fist stopped in mid-air at the mention of his full name. She said it the same way his mother said it, like it was the mark of nobility and privilege. “I’m only going to tell you this once. But if you ever touch me again, I’m going to cut your dick off when you sleep, and feed it to you when you wake up.”

He looked at her eyes and saw she meant every word of it. He backed away, keeping his eyes on his wife like he just found a tiger in their living room. Which, in a sense, he had.

Mia turned her back on him and walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife.

“I mean it,” she looked at her husband.

“You’re dead, Mia. I will kill you myself.”

“You already did, a long time ago. You can’t kill a ghost.”

Jeffery Prescott retreated to the living room in confusion.
What the fuck just happened?
he said to himself. He knew he couldn’t let her insolence and defiance stand. At the same time, she carried that knife in her hand like she was willing to use it.

Maybe the best thing to do is let her cool off. I can always come back later. She isn’t going anywhere. She has no place to go. She can’t go to her family. Her father would just beat her and send her back to me. He smiled, then picked up his jacket, and walked out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Mia deflated. What did she just do? What came over her? Why did she say that? She knew he would come back and the beating would be worse, maybe much worse. I should go catch him, tell him I’m sorry. Beg his forgiveness. Maybe then the beating won’t be so bad. Then, she recognized the Fear Voice. It had crept back in when her defenses were down.

“GET OUT OF MY MIND,”
she screamed, this time aloud, to the empty house. And again, the Fear Voice retreated.
I’m going nuts,
she said to herself,
screaming at voices in my head.

She logged on to her computer. It hummed and whirled as it warmed up. She opened her email and saw Daddy’s last email sitting in her inbox. It made her smile.
My Daddy,
she said to herself, she felt his warmth spread through her. She clicked on the reply button and wrote:

“Daddy? Are you there?”
And pushed send.

The replay was immediate.

“Yes,I am.”

“I want to see you again, Daddy.”

“I’m glad. Because I want to see you again too. When do you want to meet?”

“How about right now?”

“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Chapter 16

Daddy walked into his empty house. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors.

His wife left for Vietnam a week earlier, taking his son with her. He felt empty beyond words that he didn’t have the usual things to do with Big Bear. If his son was here, today they would be going to the big-box home-improvement store, looking for something to build.

They would create a meal plan together, then go to the supermarket and buy all the ingredients and come home and cook it together. For the past three nights, he had gone up to his son’s room and just sat on his son’s bed alone, looking at the little kid mess, the toys strewn haphazard around the floor.

There was his packing mess as well, when he chose what clothes, what toys, what books, he wanted to bring to Vietnam.

He thought about cleaning up the room, but couldn’t bring himself to. It brought him too much comfort seeing it the way his son left it.

Then his thoughts turned to Mia. Sitting there in his son’s room, his actions seemed so alien. He had no idea why he asked her to take her bra off and show him her body.

It was like his actions weren’t his own. Then her last question, “When do I begin my journey?” It seemed so completely natural at the time. What had he done? Why had he opened that door? Because something in him wouldn’t let him say no to her. Something in him wanted to give her what she wanted.

What is this journey?
he said into his mind.

A journey you were meant to take
, came back the reply.

Those days are long past,
he said to himself.

Are they?
said the Small Voice.

Daddy walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. He thought about making something to eat but wasn’t really hungry. Besides, it was no fun cooking alone.

To Daddy, cooking was love. Cooking was about making sure the very best of everything went into his son. No store bought processed crap. No fillers, artificial sweeteners or chemicals. He made everything from scratch, so he knew exactly what went into and what was fueling his little boy.

He wasn’t fanatical about it. He didn’t insist on “Free Range” chickens or only organic vegetables, but he only bought the best for his son even so. Then prepared it carefully.

It was a small thing that no one noticed, or even cared about. However, to Daddy, it was everything. It was his internal symbol, his wedding band, of his total devotion and love for his son.

His mind drifted back to Mia. Did he do it because he was just horny, and she was young, and beautiful, and he so missed the touch, the taste, the smell of a beautiful woman? Be honest with yourself. It was sexual once you saw her, sure. But it wasn’t all sexual. Then what is it? Why is the pull so strong?

It’s your journey,
repeated the Small Voice.

But I don’t have to take it.

No, you don’t. You have free will.

I have my art. I have my son. I don’t need any more than that.

Are you sure?

He walked downstairs to his office to check his email. As soon as he sat down, his computer chimed, and there was a message from Mia.

“Daddy? Are you there?”

The email exchange was rapid. Both sitting at their computers, firing off one email after another. He ended his by giving her his address.

Why did he do that? Why was he acting without forethought?
Daddy was a careful person, never acting in haste, always with a clear plan, a direction, as well as an expected outcome. It was like he abandoned all of his principles. And there was his long-standing rule about American women.
You know this is going to be trouble,
he chided himself.

He felt her presence arrive, and he walked upstairs.

Mia parked and walked up the small path to the door. His house was in a family neighborhood in the good section of town. This was one of the newer developments, built for the expanding, upwardly mobile families that were coming into the area.

It was a neighborhood of small children with an elementary school close by. His house was two-story, white, with red trim and shutters. His small, blue, Ford pickup was parked in the driveway.

Just before Mia knocked, panic started to rise up. She actually had trouble taking her next breath. Perhaps she wasn’t ready for this. Maybe she couldn’t do this. Mia turned and took a few steps away from the door when she heard it open behind her. She froze in her tracks.

“You aren’t leaving are you?” his voice seemed to wrap itself around her. Even it made her feel warm and safe.

Mia slowly turned back to face him. “No, sorry. I’m just very nervous, Daddy.”

He stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulder. “I know. Don’t worry though, please. You are safe with me, always. Everything is going to be all right, Baby Doll.”

Daddy led her into the house and to the living room. He turned and spoke softly. “First, know that you are not a prisoner here. You are free to leave or stay, no matter what. I will never hurt you.”

He searched her face. It felt like he was trying to read her, gauge her.

“I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. While you are here, this house is yours. You are free to use anything here. You can also stay as long as you want. There’s a guest bedroom upstairs if you want it. I hope that you are comfortable and tell me if there is anything you need.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I don’t know your situation, Mia. But my gut tells me it’s bad, and that you’re in trouble.”

“No, it isn’t like that, it’s…”

“Mia? There is only one rule here. Don’t lie to me. It’s not necessary. If I can help you, I will. If I can’t, I will tell you so. All I ask is you don’t lie to me.”

“Oh Daddy, I’m so scared!” she cried, and rushed into his arms.

Daddy wrapped her into his arms, enveloped her in his warmth, and drove the fear from her body. He then poured his strength into her.

“Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool,

a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.”

Sholom Aleichem

Chapter 17

Mia sat wrapped in Daddy’s arms for a long time.

He didn’t rush her, just sat with her rocking her back and forth. When he thought she could talk he said,

“Why are you scared, Mia?”

“Daddy, I’m afraid of everything.” Total honesty.

“Okay,” was all he said, and went back to rocking her and stroking her hair.

“Daddy?”

“You can have me if you want, you know.”

She looked at him. He was looking at her but not saying a word.
Is he going to reject me?
she thought. If he does I’ll run out of this house. He was still looking at her with no expression on his face. Mia started to pull away from him, shame rushing red into her cheeks. He held onto her, until she looked at him.

“I want you. More than you can ever imagine. But not like this. I don’t want you in payment. I’ll only accept your gift when you’re ready to give yourself to me freely.”

“I’ll give myself to you freely right now, Daddy. I want you inside me.” Almost a whisper.

He looked at her and saw it was true.

“But Daddy? I want you to dominate me like you did at the bakery. I want to do what you say, and I want to please you. I want you to train me.”

Daddy looked at her and once again saw total honesty. More, he saw that she needed to go back to being a little girl. She needed the acceptance and love from a father she never had.

“Your body is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Please take your clothes off.”

Mia’s eyes widened. This command took her off guard. Was she ready for this? She didn’t move. He came close and looked into her eyes. She could see the love in them. Yes, she could do this.

As she started to slide the thin straps down her arms, she said, “Daddy, I’m scared.”

“I know sweet girl. It’s okay though.”

With shaky hands, Mia continued to undress. Soon she was standing there in just her panties. She hesitated. Daddy was patient and calm. He spoke no harsh words nor did he hurry her along. He was letting her adjust. He was letting her get to the place of comfort herself.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?”

“My husband likes to beat me,” she said simply.

Daddy trailed his fingers over the welts and scratches.

“He does, does he? He never will again,” was all he said.

“I know, I told him so this afternoon. That was when I came to you.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“All my life,” was the simple, soft, reply. “My father sold me to him ten years ago. He used to beat me too.”

Mia could see the anger coursing through Daddy. He tried to keep it under control and not show any emotion. Nevertheless, it was there. Not seen, but felt, like a storm gathering force on the horizon, thunder rolling in the distance.

When she finally got brave enough to slip out of her panties, Mia looked at Daddy’s face. His expression darkened, slightly. The love was still there, but now it was mixed with anger, but she knew it wasn’t at her. She nervously moved her hands to hide her bare pussy lips.

“No, that is mine to see.”

His other hand moved up and took hold of a breast. Mia moaned as he squeezed it. He then took her hardened nipple between two fingers.

“Whose body is this?”

Mia wasn’t really sure how to answer that. Her mind was a little foggy at the moment. Daddy tried to make her concentrate. He pinched her nipple. He moved his face closer and whispered into her neck.

“Whose body is this?”

Mia whimpered then she realized what he wanted to hear.

“Yours, Daddy. It’s yours.”

“Good girl. You are so beautiful.”

Daddy pulled off his T-shirt he was wearing. Then he quickly undid his belt and pants, letting them drop to his ankles.

Mia didn’t hesitate this time. She dropped to her knees. She wanted what was coming next. She wanted to feel this closeness to her Daddy. She wanted him to take from her.

When she did, he grasped his erection and wiped the head over her outstretched tongue. She could feel and taste his precum as he wiped it all around. It was such a masculine taste. Mia could feel her clit starting to throb.

He then slid his cock back further into her mouth. She looked up to watch his expression. It was pure pleasure mixed with reverence. She really wanted this, now. To see her Daddy pleased, to get his praise.

Without receiving instructions to, Mia closed her mouth around his shaft. She felt him tense slightly at her sudden move. He didn’t pull back, however. She then sucked in hard, her cheeks hallowed in around his hardness. Mia slid him in and out several times before stopping to flick her tongue over the head.

She was rewarded with a long sigh of ecstasy.