You Are Mine

Chapter 7: I'm going to kill anyone who has ever fucking hurt you, baby girl.

Warning, smut

Colson may have rough hands, he may be the devil himself, but he carried me so gently out of that bathroom. Held me so close to him while he showered me with compliments. He was capable of acts of such violence, but made me feel so very special. Maybe that's why when he said the things that would send many other women running far far away from him, I just wanted to live up to those things for him. I wanted to hear his praise, earn his touch.

Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

"Tell me something about you." I whisper into the dark. We're cuddled closely on this dingy hotel bed. My head on his chest, the thudding of his heart against my ear has me dangerously close to falling asleep.

I feel his fingers run through my hair, twirling the ends. "What to tell you." He says, mostly to himself. "You already know some pretty dark shit about me, flower, and here you are in bed with me. I'm not sure which of us is more insane."

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?

I half smile at the nickname that gives me butterflies. "Do you have any family?"

Colson's quiet for a few moments before sighing, not in annoyance, more like this was a subject he didn't favor at all. "I'm sure I have siblings all over the United States, my biological father ran off when I was born. He'd knocked someone else up, and from what I'm told that cycle just kept repeating. As for my mother, she died when I was little. I don't remember much about her. I don't remember much before the foster care system."

My heart cracks and I hold on to him tighter. "My mother has a whole new life with a whole new family. Before the hospital, I hadn't heard from her in maybe six months."

Truthfully, it used to hurt but it doesn't anymore. My mom wasn't a bad mom, she raised me alone and tried her best. So when she met someone new that made her fall in love, I never tried to get in the way of that. Part of me felt like I owed her that, for her sacrifice of raising me by herself.

"She sounds like an absolute fucking delight." He huffs. "What about pops?"

My turn to sigh. "He never wanted me. He never wanted any kids. I saw him a handful of times while growing up. it was forced, his mother guilted him. then he just vanished and I've never bothered to look for him. Dr. Z noted I must have very deep rooted issues due to that, that I'll always seek a father figure." I roll my eyes, remembering his words.

"Fuck him. I'm Daddy." He playfully growls and pulls me on top of him. "You better not be searching."

I'm so thankful it's dark, my face is on fire. "Stop! You know I'm not looking!" I nervously giggle. Not to even mention we're on the run together, I barely have time to catch my breath.

"Say it." He says as his hands grab onto my hips. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." I blush.
I have no problem with colson referring to himself as 'Daddy', in fact, I really like it. There's just something so taboo and naughty about actually saying it out loud. Not shame, no, but some embarrassment maybe. I'm embarrassed that between my thighs is aching and wet whenever he calls himself Daddy.

Slap!

"Oh!" I call out to the otherwise silent room. My ass stinging slightly.

"Now, Say 'thank you, Daddy'." Colson replies, I feel him smirking while he caresses my ass.

"Thank you...Daddy." I say, my voice slightly shaking from excitement. Overcoming the nervousness of saying it for the first time.

Colson's fingers run up and down my spine. "Now, tell Daddy something about you."