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I shouldn’t want him. He’s twice my age.
I ran away from home at nineteen to escape my abusive father, but I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.
Freezing and alone, I needed help. That’s when Carson found me.
He took me into his home and saved me. He’s twice my age, but that doesn’t stop me from letting him wrap his belt around my wrists and press me down to my knees.
Carson wants to protect me. He wants to give me everything I could possibly need.
But we shouldn’t do this. His enemies want to destroy him, and they’ll use me if they have to.
I need it. I know he can make me feel things I never imagined.
All I have to do is give myself up to him. Let him take control.
All I have to do is say the words: You’re My Daddy.
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I’m stripped down to my bra and panties and I can see snow stretching in every direction all around me. But the cold doesn’t bite my skin, it doesn’t even touch me. I’m distanced away from it all, melting on the inside, breathing deep but trying to hide it.
He smiles at me and steps across the room, forcing me to move back, closer to the snow. Eventually I’m pressed up against the enormous glass window, back suddenly cold despite the heat still radiating through me. My smooth skin slides against the perfectly spotless glass and he stops, watching me.
I know what he wants. It’s clear. He hasn’t pretended otherwise.
“Say it,” he commands.
I shake my head, afraid of what it would mean.
He saved me. He picked me up and offered me a life line when I needed it the most. I thought I might die, actually freeze to death out on the street, but he made sure I was safe.
He gave me a home. He gave me protection. He made me feel things I never imagined were even possible.
All he asks for in return is one simple thing. One easy thing, something I should want.
He’s so handsome. He’s much older than me, over ten years older, but that only adds to his rugged charm. The slight scruff along his chin, the piercing seriousness in his snow blue eyes, and his gorgeous full lips all make me want to drop to my knees and give in to his demands.
But I can’t. I’m too afraid.
“Say it,” he commands again, coming closer, that smile so wicked. I can’t believe I’m standing here in his living room, surrounded by snow on all sides and yet not feeling it at all. The only chill is from the glass against my back but I’m quickly warming up to that.
“I can’t,” I say finally, looking away.
“You can and you will.” He stops inches in front of me and touches my cheek. “I know you want this. I know you want me to take care of you.”
I nod slightly, avoiding his gaze. If I look into those eyes, I know I’m doomed.
“I want to take care of you,” he says into my ear, whispering so deliciously. A chill runs down my spine, but it’s not because of the glass.
We’re alone out here in the wilderness. He owns everything I can see for miles. He could give me the kind of life I never imagined.
All I need to do is call him daddy.
“Let me protect you,” he says, hands on my hips. “Let me spoil you, take care of you. Let me be your daddy and you’ll never have to worry again.”
I turn my head toward him. I feel his breath on my neck.
Just open my mouth and say the words. Then it’ll be over, and he can have me however he wants.
“Let me be your daddy,” he says again, commanding me, urging me to take that step.
I feel his lips press against mine and I know I’m going to say the words.
One Week Earlier
I glance at the clock on the dashboard and sigh before leaning back in my seat. The driver doesn’t seem to notice how late it is, easily past midnight, and I feel a little guilty. He’s been waiting for me since four, eight hours spent in this town car while the snow piles up all around him. He has a family, two little girls, and a pretty young wife. I met them at the company party two years ago.
Doesn’t matter, though. He’ll sacrifice anything for the Price family, just like I will. If I asked him to pull over and buy me crack cocaine, he probably would and wouldn’t ask questions.
That’s the power of the Price family. Being the richest family in Alaska has its perks, but it’s all smoke and mirrors.
Underneath it all, we’re as fucked up as any other family. We just happen to own the most profitable oil wells in the state and have thousands of people reliant on us for their livelihoods.
I glance out the window as we pull slowly through downtown. We’re heading out to my house, which is normally a half-hour drive, but will probably take an hour tonight in the snow. I was stuck all night in a meeting with my father, Jason Price, and my younger brother, Elliot Price.
My father is not a well man. He’s in his mid-eighties and was recently diagnosed with lung cancer, probably from his years of smoking. The doctors aren’t optimistic, and Jason Price is nothing if not practical, and so we’re beginning the process of transferring the family’s power away from my father and into my hands.
I knew this day would come sooner or later. I’ve been groomed for it my entire life, told that one day I’d take over, and I played my part. I took leadership roles in our company, Price Oil, and thrived under the pressure. I’m thirty-eight years old now, and am beginning to realize that I’ve already spent the bulk of my life doing nothing but sacrificing for my family.