Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (8 page)

“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?”

Robert Kennedy

Chapter 21

Mia’s whole body jerked and it snapped her out of slumber.

She blinked rapidly trying to get her bearings. A panic set in as she looked around and didn’t recognize the room. She turned her head to the side and saw Daddy. Recent memories flooded her mind and her panic faded.

She was in Daddy’s bed. She snuggled up next to him and threw her leg over his warm body. He was still sleeping soundly next to her. Mia reached down and started playing with his cock. It got instantly hard under her touch. She noticed he had a faint smile. Mia wondered what he was dreaming about.

This thought brought back images of her own dream that had just awakened her. Mia was still sweating and the feelings still stuck to the edges of her mind, like fall leaves clinging to wet branches. Very slowly the dream rewinds, then replays inside her head like an internal VCR.

Mia was walking around a quiet grassy area. She thought she heard a group of people not too far away playing a game, but she couldn’t tell for sure. There were no images of them, just traces of noise, laughter, and excited voices.

“Over here!” Mia thought she heard a young girl’s voice yell but it faded too quickly and then just silence.

She had an uneasy feeling of longing. Like she knew she should be with that group but wasn’t for some reason.
Had she left them? Had they made her leave?
Mia couldn’t quite see that part of the dream sequence.

As she walked further away from the noise, the grass changed. It started getting very tall, like elephant grass in the jungle. She continued to walk but soon she started to feel pain and blood running down her legs.

“Where am I?”

She looked down to find cuts all over her bare legs. The blades of grass were slicing into her skin and leaving small, thin, paper cuts as she moved through it. Mia tried to step carefully and avoid more cuts, but it was impossible.

Everywhere she looked, taller grass, even back the way she had come. There was nothing to do but stand still or keep going.

“Where am I?” Mia could hear the panic in her own voice growing.

Mia decided she wanted to move. She wanted to see what was past the punishing grass. She started to walk faster. Damn, the pain was so real that even now, while fully awake, Mia rubbed her legs with her hands. Her eyes were still seeing her dream as she looked down to find her hands were covered in blood.

After a few steps, she fell, not sure anymore if she was awake, or asleep. The grass now sliced into her arms. She stood, tried to take another step but fell again.

This time, a thin blade cut her cheek. She started to cry and her tears turned to blood as they dripped down her face.

Mia could still hear her own cries of pain in her mind. Tears mixed with blood fell and splashed onto her cut legs. Mia was giving up, it was too much. She didn’t want to walk anymore.

She didn’t want any more pain. Mia decided to just lay there. It meant some peace finally and some rest.

Just when she felt like her despair was going to choke her, someone appeared. She couldn’t make out the face, but she could see a smile. The smile was warm, although she could tell it was hiding something.

“Who’s there?”

The faceless person held out a hand. Mia could tell now that it was a man. The man was faceless, except for the smile. He had no eyes, so she couldn’t read emotion.

“Who are you?”

This time the stranger spoke in a deep voice. Mia could just barely make out his words.

“Mia, you can’t give up. You have help now, and you must keep fighting.”

“I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I am surrounded by enemies that’ll hurt me. I can’t go back.”

“Then go forward,” the voice said.

The ghostly image still held out his hand. She started to take it when there was a flurry of motion. It was unclear what was whirling around them but it seemed dark and furious.

Mia sensed it was dangerous and tried to turn to hide further into the tall grass. But the man pulled her up and then he was gone. He seemed to vanish into thin air. Just Mia’s unease and fear remained.

Mia blinked rapidly and shook her head, trying to shed her dream. Finally, she was back in the present moment, watching Daddy sleep. She snuggled even closer to him deep in thought.

Her fear was threatening to choke her.

The only thing keeping it at bay was the man next to her, and she was putting him in danger.

“If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.”

Herman Hesse

Chapter 22

Daddy drifted up through several layers of sleep just enough to realize he was really horny. He was still drifting in half-sleep dreamland where he had some of the best sex dreams.

His cock felt like it could reach across the room, and punch holes through the walls it was so hard. He remembered back in his early years, having his cock was such a pain in the ass. It never went down. It was such a constant pain and embarrassment.

Nor did it help matters in the slightest he was oversexed to begin with.

His teens were unbearable. He would sit in class and could swear he could smell female pheromones drifting in the air…and it drove him nuts. There were lots of cute girls in his school, many of them sexually active. Their bra less young titties bouncing and short flouncy dresses, revealing a hint of pantied ass every now and then, would send him to the “lav” to masturbate four or five times a day…just during school hours.

His twenties and thirties weren’t much better. Sex was a major preoccupation, requiring massive amounts of time and money. He couldn’t stop himself from screwing any female who was interested.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be faithful; it was that he couldn’t be.

He didn’t make excuses; he knew he was a slut. He sincerely regretted the women he hurt. Being faithful was a complete joke. He just had to fuck anything that was female and had two legs. And women knew it.

They knew he was completely helpless around them and at the whim of his dick. By his count, he lost at least a million dollars to them by the time he was thirty-five.

In Asia, it wasn’t unusual to have sex five times a day. With a different woman each time. It didn’t help matters at all that he found Asian women completely irresistible. Or the fact that his “habits” were not unusual, or looked down on in the slightest.

Women, of course, loved him for it, and then, eventually, hated him when they couldn’t keep him. They took one look at him and knew instinctively he liked them, and wanted to find out all about the secrets in their panties. Most, luckily, were willing.

His forties were better, but still no piece of cake. But at least sex didn’t have the all-consuming urgency of his early years. He only needed to get off three times a day to be comfortable and not have a raging hard-on.

He could gain some perspective about it. He accepted it as who he was.

He drifted up through another layer of sleep and thought about playing with his cock. It was a nice fantasy and felt very real. He would just reach down and…

He drifted up through the final layer of sleep and realized someone was already playing with his cock. He looked under the covers, and Mia was glassy-eyed rolling her tongue around the top of his cock.

Some pre-cum made a long, sticky rope from her lips to his cock. She looked up at him, taking it out of her mouth and continued stroking him.

“Hi, Daddy...it’s hard!” She kicked the comforter back so she was no longer underground. “You never get this stiff.”

“Oh yeah, I do. If you didn’t suck the cum out of it all the time, you’d find out.”

“No. I like sucking the cum out of it all the time. You know what?”

“No, what, Baby Doll?”

“I made a decision.”

“That’s good. Does it have anything to do with coffee?”

“No. Can I make a rule, you know, about us?”

“It depends.”

She stood up on her knees between his legs, one hand still grasping his cock, the other holding her finger up in the air like George Washington declaring independence, her cute titties bouncing, and said,

“From now on, you will not leave this house in the morning without me draining your balls. I’m going to do that for you, Daddy, because you need it. Besides, if I don’t there are lots of little sluts out there that will and I won’t let them. This is my cock now. So I’m going to drain your balls every morning and then you won’t be interested in them.”

“It does sound like a good plan,” said Daddy, smiling at how cute she was. “I second that rule and with the power invested in my dick, hereby declare it law.”

“Good. Tell me what you think of this,” she got some baby oil from the bedside table, poured some on her hand and started working his cock up and down.

“I like it.”

“That’s not it…be quiet.”

Mia got back down between his legs and taking the skin of his testicles between her teeth, started gently chewing on it, pulling the skin outward, and then running her teeth along them, all the while stroking his cock. The sensation shot through Daddy’s groin like a sudden shot of electricity.

“Bite them harder, Baby Doll.”

She did, looking up at him the whole time, over his balls like she was saying, “This hard? Is it hard enough?”

“No, harder.”

She bit down harder and the shock was electric in its intensity. Her eyes widened when she felt the climax coming on and his cock got even harder, thickening out and getting ready to expel his juice. Mia pounced on his cock with her mouth, jerking his cock with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other.

“FFFUUUCCCK ME!” Daddy said, and erupted. Lifting his entire body off the bed in a massive orgasm as the spasms squirted multiple times into Mia’s mouth as she squeezed his nuts, milking them of every drop.

Daddy felt like he needed to go back to bed. He hadn’t been up ten minutes, and he was spent. Mia just looked at him. Big, round eyes, as she licked the cum off her lips and sucked at his cum hole, trying to get some more.

“Oh…my…God.”

“I told you I liked your cum, Daddy.”

“Yes, you did...Can I have my cock back?”

“No. It’s mine. You gave it to me, remember?”

Daddy was too spent to argue.

“Did you like it Daddy?”

“Yes, it was incredible.”

“Good, because you’re going to get this every morning. Your cock gets you in too much trouble, Daddy. I have to do this for you. It’s my job. Don’t argue with me. It’s a rule now.”

“I’ll try not to put up a fight…”

“Can we make another law?”

“You’re a regular Supreme Court Justice this morning, aren’t you?”

“Do you remember you said you wanted me to tell you my fantasies? Every night, I want to try a different fantasy.”

“OK.”

“No, Daddy, it’s not that easy.”

“It’s not? I could have sworn that it was.”

“No. We have to plan it. Some of my fantasies require things. They are detailed. Can I spend your money?”

“I don’t care.”

“Then you just go to work. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“OK.”

“Am I your Baby Doll?”

“You know the answer to that already,” Daddy said, smiling at her, and pulling her to his chest to kiss her. She held a finger to his lips, stopping the kiss, looking deep into his eyes.

“I love you, Daddy. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“The superior man understands what is right;

the inferior man understands what will sell.”

Confucius

Chapter 23

Where did that little cunt go?

Jeffery Prescott stood behind his desk, phone to ear talking with a client, all the while his mind was elsewhere.

“I’m telling you Prescott, this whole land/high rise merger is slipping out of control, and it is making me nervous.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous, and it isn’t slipping out of control,” Prescott lied smoothly. “We have the planning board on our side. We should be able to break ground on schedule.”

Except the planning board wasn’t on their side. It seems some members were paid more than others and this was making the slighted board members cranky, and they were threatening to pull the deal.

“Yeah, you got all the right talk,” continued the client, “but if it doesn’t go down the way you say, you’re going to be the one to walk. You can kiss that mayor’s seat goodbye.”

“I understand that, George. You let me take care of it. That’s what you hired me for.”

The line went dead without a goodbye.

“Fuck you very much too,” Prescott said into the dial tone.

He had another perplexing problem. His wife disappeared. She hadn’t come home last night. She didn’t take any of her clothes, none of her jewelry, none of her personal items. No one at the school had seen her or heard from her.

She just vanished. No one saw her leave the house, but her purse and car were gone. What did that mean? Where could she have gone? She didn’t have any friends, and her family would have alerted him if she went home.

The telephone rang again.

“What?”

“Your father on line two,” said his secretary.

“Okay, thank you,” Prescott said into the phone, absently wondering if he should bone his secretary. He punched line two.

“Hi Dad, I’m kind of busy.”

“Just got a call from George Mender. He says you’re fucking up. He says you completely screwed the pooch on the planning board and they are talking about yanking the permitting. Please tell me you haven’t fucked this whole thing up. I’ve got over ten million in this deal myself, and if you fucked the puppy on this one it’s coming out of your share of the inheritance.”

“He’s exaggerating, Dad. I got it under control.”

“How come that isn’t inspiring confidence in me?”

“Really. He’s blowing the whole thing out of proportion.”

“Get your head out of whatever crack you’re stuffing your dick into. You’re in the big leagues now. Speaking of cracks, I heard your wife is missing.”

Christ, the man’s spies were unbelievable. His father knew things about his private life before even Prescott did.

“No. She’s just blowing off a little steam.”

“You got to keep those little bitches in line, Jeff, I’m telling you. A little cunt can ruin your life quicker than an IRS audit. Maybe it’s time you took off the gloves. I had to put your mother in the hospital three times before she finally accepted who was boss. It isn’t always pleasant but sometimes it’s got to be done. Get your private life under control and get the city planning board back in your pocket. I don’t want to have to step in and clean up your mess.”

“I will, Dad.”

His father clicked off without a goodbye either. However, his father was right. It was time Mia got taught a lesson, a hard one.

One thing bothered him though. The look in her eyes. She wasn’t afraid. That looked bothered him. If she was still in the same frame of mind as the last time, he had to make sure she was too broken to fight back. That look said that she would kill him.

But still the question remained, where did she go? He couldn’t beat the shit out of her until he found her.

The intercom buzzed. “Mr. Prescott?”

“Your mother on line three…”

“Thank you.”

He punched the speaker phone button.

“Hi Mom. I just talked to Dad. I’m really busy.”

“Jeffery Lionel Prescott! Too busy to talk to your mother?”

He rolled his eyes. He hated it when she used his full name, and she always did. It also brought back Mia’s impersonation the day before. His mind flashed to a memory of his father breaking his mother’s jaw when he was ten years old.

“How are things, Mom?”

“Good. I was just hoping you could come by this week. You haven’t been home in a while, and Mommy misses her baby boy.”

Prescott wanted to gag. He understood completely why his father broke her jaw. He felt like it too.

“Well, no promises, Mom. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire and…”

“Good. I’ll expect you by Friday. I’ve got to run, Dear. Have a good day.”

The line went dead.

Why are all women such cunts?
he asked himself.

His personal secretary came in after he clicked the speaker phone off and knew her boss was in a bad mood. She was twenty-two, and he had picked her personally. She had long legs and wore a short skirt. He, of course, couldn’t tell her what to wear around the workplace, but he had let it be known that part of her job was to titillate him, and take his mind off of legal concerns when necessary.

She laid about a dozen legal folders on his desk, bending over far enough that her skirt rode up high so he could check out her new thong clinging to the crack of her ass. Her ass was young and round, slightly bubble-shaped, and he thought he could detect a little moisture sticking to the fold.

“Is there anything else you need?” she asked, smiling coyly.

Oh, if only she knew. I wonder if I could start training her for abuse? He thought to himself. She was on the submissive side.

Thinking of wrapping his belt around her ass and raising some red welts made his cock start to distort his khakis. She glanced down and noticed his erection, mistaking the reaction as a response to her.

“No, that will be all. You’ve done quite enough.”

She left the room, but not before pouting a little.

Maybe I’ll check Mia’s email. There could be a clue there, he thought, then quickly forgot it as internal fantasies and blood lust clogged his mind.