Kidnapped by Jack Avery

Chapter 13

It was later that night when my cellphone rang with an unknown number, my eyebrows furrowing slightly as I stood up from the desk at which I was previously sat, working through my algebra homework I never did like. I grabbed the phone, hesitating before answering.

"Baby girl, come outside." I heard Jack's raspy voice come from the other end, my lower lip immediately being taken between my teeth.

"I can't, it's 10PM and I'm doing homework." I said, though something told me he didn't take no for an answer. I heard him sigh, almost like he was irritated.

"Don't make me punish you, kitten. Get out here. Now." He spoke, sounding angrier now. I swallowed thickly and stayed silent for a moment, knowing better than to disobey him.

"Yes, daddy." I murmured quietly before hanging up and opening my bedroom door, peeking my head out to look into the hall. I walked down it and down the stairs, my lip being simultaneously chewed up by the top row of my teeth in anticipation and nervousness. I had no clue what Jack wanted or why he was here so late at night and I was a little scared, simply because this man was unpredictable. I walked out of my front door and into the brisk of the night, holding my sweater close to my body.

I saw Jack's back Aston Martin right at the end of my driveway, walking towards it and taking a deep breath. As I approached, I saw him push the passenger's side door open. I climbed in gingerly, looking at him and biting my lip lightly. "Why'd you want me out here?" I asked softly, admiring the stubble that covered his jaw and the black lip ring in his lower lip that would raise goosebumps on my skin as he pressed slow, teasing kisses down my body.

"I need you, baby." His husky voice spoke while his large hand cupped my thigh, before his other hand cupped the other and lifted me up so I sat in his lap, a soft squeal escaping my lips. His automatically attached to my neck, earning a gasp from me while my hands rested on his shoulders.

"I had the worst day at work, I need my baby girl to help me relax." He whispered against my skin, and I squirmed a little in his lap. I didn't know exactly what he did for a living but while I was with him, he'd often come home angry or tipsy and reeking of alcohol, usually late if it were the latter.

"Yes, daddy."