Control, Enkindle

She sat up and straddled me, finally managing to get my pants open. My cock was at that moment trapped between my stomach and the fabric of her underwear. This didn't seem to deter her though as she began sliding back and forth, grinding herself against me.

"Fuck yes..." she hissed, both her hands on my chest, nails digging into my flesh. It stung but it wasn't painful, her nails being quite sharp.

I placed both my hands on her waist to begin grinding back but she grabbed both my wrists and slammed them into the car door above my head. Her face was right in front of mine and she glared at me with fierce eyes.

"Uncle Jason. Stop. Moving," she said, loud and without any room for discussion.

I grinned at her, wetting my lower lip before nodding once at her. She resumed grinding against me but without releasing me, keeping both my hands pinned to the car door. She just stared at me for a second, daring me to do anything as she took her pleasure from my body. I was tempted to act on the dare but before I could decide she leaned forward and kissed me.

This was nothing like our previous kiss. This time it was more demanding, needy and purely an act of domination. She forced her tongue into my mouth and as deep as she could go before capturing my lower lip between her teeth, biting down somewhat hard.

"Ow, fucking bitch," I growled, tasting metal in my mouth. She had bit hard enough to draw blood.

She just grinned at me and held me there, again daring me to do anything about it, and this time I did. I ripped one of my hands loose and grabbed her neck, a firm hold of her silver hair as I pulled back a bit.

She hissed from the pain but didn't lose her grin. Deciding to pay her back in the same fashion I pulled her head towards me, catching her lips in another kiss. This time I was in control and I pushed as much of the metal tasting saliva as I could into her mouth. She began to splutter and push away from me but I held her there for a few more seconds, dominating the kiss to its fullest before releasing her.

There was a crimson stain on her chin as she glared at me, no longer grinning and instead faced with a grin of her own. Her panties were completely soaked by that point and I grinned at her, daring her to stop me as I reached down to pull them to the side. She didn't and I managed to line myself up to her opening without issue.

I was just about to push inside her when she did something unexpected. She grabbed my hand and pinned it with the other again, this time much harder. Instead of going for my mouth this time she instead went for my shoulder. Biting into it hard at the same time as she pushed herself down on me.

It was such a mix between pleasure and intense pain that I was, for a moment, confused at how to react. In the next moment I let out a howl of pain as I felt her teeth sink into my shoulder. I was sure it was deep enough to draw blood and I tried to get loose from her grip but without success. She had the upper hand and was putting all her strength behind holding me there, pushing my hands against the car door and using the extra power my dick hitting bottom provided, giving her that extra edge to keep my hands locked.

"Fucking crazy..." I yelled and she bit deeper, causing me to let out another yelp of pain.

All of a sudden there was a different kind of pain. Not from her biting deeper but from her releasing my shoulder, causing fresh blood to flow into the wound. She raised her head above me and grinned. This time she actually looked crazy, crimson stains all over he lips and teeth.

"Now shut the fuck up," she whispered, only inches from my head before she began rocking forward, my cock slipping a few inches out of her before she reversed and slid back down.

The sudden pleasure caught me off guard again and I forgot to use the advantage of her loosening the pressure on my hands to rip them loose. I felt wetness running along my neck but the pain in my shoulder became a distant nuisance as the pleasure of being forcibly fucked coursed through my body.

We let out simultaneous groans before she caught me in another kiss, this time tasting like metal. Eventually we both lost track of trying to exert dominance over the other and instead just switched to fucking like bunnies.

A fierce couple of minutes later, I don't know how many, we both began to feel the other getting close. When we exploded together it was earth shattering, both of us coming at the same time.

"Fuck, yesssssss," she let out as her entire body tensed, her pussy muscles clenching down on my rod. It was enough to send me over the edge and paint her insides a sticky white.

"I've wanted..." she panted. "... to do that... for so long."

As the adrenaline and excitement lessened the pain in my shoulder was making a return.

"You fucking bit me," I said, feeling with one of my hands on my shoulder. There was a lot of blood and I thought I might need stitches. Allie could sort that out.

Of all the things she could've done I did not expect her to laugh, her body rocking against me, my cock still lodged deep inside her.

"It's not funny," I exclaimed. "I think I might have rabies now."

"Ha ha," she said, mocking me. "You deserved it."

"No I didn't. It was completely unwarranted," I said.

She lifted herself off my chest to look at me. The bitch had the attitude to give me even more sass. "Aww, poow old Uncle Jason got bwitten by a gwirl?" she said, putting on a mock pout.

"Bitch," I mumbled, trying to stop the bleeding with the rags of my ripped shirt. "You owe me a new shirt."

She wrinkled her nose, looking around us, spotting several of the buttons. "I suppose I do," she said. "I'm sure you'll get over it," she continued, beginning to pull herself away from me, my cock slipping out of her with a wet squishy sound.

It took a few minute of cajoling and wheedling around but we eventually managed to get dressed, minus my ruined shirt, her having to climb into the front seat to give us the necessary space. I remained in the back as she left to go buy me a new shirt. It would look odd if we returned and I had a ruined shirt.

My shoulder had all but stopped bleeding when she returned with a similar but not an exact copy of my shirt. It would have to do. At least she managed to get the size mostly right.

We began making our way back to the villa, both of us silent as we tried to process what had just happened. She didn't seem to regret it, and in fact seemed happier than before. I certainly wasn't regretting it. I might have been a bit surprised at the speed it had happened but I definitely didn't regret it. This had been one of my goals all along when I decided to take Marcus up on his job offer.

She glanced at me and for a moment our eyes locked before she broke out into a somewhat nervous smile.

"Sorry," she said. "For being so rough."

I shrugged and returned her smile. "I did enjoy it, despite the blood loss."

"I think... I just needed to get some anger out of my system," she said, turning to stare out the passenger window.

I nodded. "It's understandable," I said, thinking about what she had been through that day.

"No, you misunderstand," she said, shaking her head but not turning to look at me. "When you left all those years ago I was so mad at you, disappearing without so much as a word. I thought I had gotten over it but... it seems not completely."

"I was so hot and excited but then all of a sudden that same anger surged into me and I just wanted to hurt you. I guess I got a little inspiration from papa's videos," she continued, looking down at her lap.

Right. There was that little detail that I had almost forgotten about. I pulled to the side of the road and stopped, turning to look at her proper. She was still staring down at her lap, pointedly avoiding to look up at me.

"Hey," I said. "Look at me." She did, her gray eyes a mix of emotions again. I was a patient man but these sudden mood swings was getting a little annoying.

"I can't say that I won't leave again. In fact I can pretty much promise you that I will," I said, my voice firm and no-nonsense. She narrowed her eyes, looking like she was about to get mad again.

"However, things are different this time. This time I have a choice and so do you. You're old enough to tell your father to go fuck himself if he tries to make decisions for you," I said, leaning against my seat with one arm, the other on the steering wheel. Her anger turned to confusion, her brows furrowing as she waited for me to continue.

"What I'm saying is that this time I won't be leaving in the middle of the night with no word to anyone. This time you'll know well in advance when it happens. What happens after that is all on you," I continued.

She shook her head, looking at me with confusion. When I didn't elaborate she said. "I don't get it."

"I'm saying that this time you will have the choice to come with me if you want," I said.

"Oh," she let out, caught off guard and looking surprised. There was a moment before she opened her mouth to continue. I held up my hand to stop her though.

"Just think about it. It's your decision and I wont force you," I said before turning back to the wheel and starting the car.

She had a small frown on her nose for the rest of the journey, seemingly deep in thought, staring forward but seeing nothing.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Chapter Eight

We decided before we got back to the villa that we should keep what had happened a secret. It was her suggestion and I readily agreed. I wasn't sure how Marcus would take it and I really didn't want the headache it would cause with Cassandra. The longer I could postpone that conversation the better.

Allie almost shrieked when I showed her the bite on my shoulder. She was so distraught with worry that I had some trouble explaining to her how it happened. There was no point in keeping it a secret from her because she already knew most of my plans, including the Anastasia one.

She had it stitched up in no time and I gotta say, the ones that try to tell you that having stitches done without some form of numbing agent or tranquilizer is painful is either super weak or lying. Sure it stings but it's nowhere as bad as TV shows and movies would have you believe. But then again, I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, so who knows. I like to think that pain is just a reminder that I'm still alive.

It was a little awkward during the evening between me and Anastasia. We tried to act normal but there was this underlying feeling of excitement, a secret that only we shared. I had many secrets but for some reason this one was more exciting and fun than the others, not to mention much less sinister. Well, depending on how you looked at it.

I caught Marcus giving me weird looks once in a while but I pretended not to notice. I also decided to postpone the inevitable confrontation where I would yell at him for keeping hardcore evidence on his computer, mostly because I couldn't come up with a believable story of how I knew about it. That was just an idiotic move and I was absolutely flabbergasted that he didn't realize this. The computer was the absolute first place the police would check if they got even the slightest whiff about Marcus's true business.

Before the day ended I went and brought some food down to Gabrielle. I also had Melinda pick out some clothes for her that should fit her somewhat. She and Gabrielle, while not nearly the same height, had somewhat similar figure. At first she argued with me that she didn't want to give away her clothes and I was tempted to just order her to do it. In the end I offered her the last hundred euro bill from the day before and she was more than happy to make the trade. I just shook my head, wondering if there was anything she wouldn't do for money.

I was tempted to sneak into Anastasia's room after bedtime but didn't want to risk getting caught. Besides, Allie had different idea's and I would have to be some sort of super human to be able to perform after she was done with me. She had really enjoyed being fucked in the ass and she had suggested we conduct some more 'research' and do some more 'experiments' to see if the 'results' were conclusive. Spoiler: they were.

The next day was the time for Marcus's and my little side project, the auction. After breakfast we, plus Melinda, got into the car to go pick up the girls that I had chosen. Sarah Palmer, the cheerleader girl and another, named Jordan-Antoinette Emerson, another high spirited girl that packed quite a bit of punch. I had chosen the girls mostly because of their daring attitudes but also because I thought they were among the better looking ones in the bunch. The combination would make the auction just that much more interesting.

"I have fourteen bidders confirmed to be there," Marcus said when we got out on the highway. "Five of them will be sending proxies."

"Good," I said. "Location?"

"An old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I bought it two days ago and have already arranged to sell it tomorrow. Looks like nothing but simple property flipping," he said. He was being very short and concise, I thought, not sounding like his usual self.

"What's up?" I asked, wanting to know why he was acting so weird. He had hardly looked at me since the day before.

"Nothing," he said, giving me a glance.

I shook my head. "She's a better liar than you," I said, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, referring to Melinda in the backseat. "And she can't even lie to me."

He didn't say anything right away but I could see his jaw muscles tensing.

"You and Ana have been spending quite a bit of time together," he said, only looking straight ahead.

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Yeah. So have I with you and your wife as well. That's what happens when you invite someone to come stay with you," I said.

He scowled, still not looking at me. "I know how you are. She's had a crush on you since forever. Are you telling me you never thought about taking advantage of that?"

Heh, so maybe he wasn't as oblivious as I thought. Still, he wasn't perceptive enough. "Oh sure," I said, rolling my eyes. "In fact I've already fucked her six ways from Sunday. And while I was at it I took Cassandra for a spin as well," I said, sarcasm practically dripping from my words. "Come on man, we're friends."

His scowl softened, giving me another glance. Fucking dog was eating it right up.

He sighed. "Sorry," he said, actually sounding apologetic. "It's just... I don't want her getting mixed up with everything. I've worked hard to keep them from knowing about... well, y'know."

Hah, good fucking job, I thought. I wondered what he would say if he knew that his daughter had known about it for years and was even getting off on watching daddy abuse the young girls.

"About your little sex slave service or the fact that you enjoy fucking said sex slaves?" I asked.

"Always so crass," he said. "Both, I guess. And actually, about that, have you finished making the girls disappear yet?"

"Just about," I said. "I still have two girls to take care of. They are currently on their way to Japan, having just realized their love for one another. Once they get there they will be sending cards to their friends and family explaining about this 'crazy and totally unplanned' idea of the spontaneous trip. After that they'll mysteriously vanish, their last known location a cheap hotel in Osaka, Japan."

He raised his eyebrows. "And that'll work?" he asked, sounding like he wasn't sold on the story.

"It's all in the details. I found pictures of them on their phones. Some photoshopping later and voila, the girl on the beach with a random guy is now a girl on the beach with another girl. Change some details in the background, add some Japanese signs and some Asian pedestrians and all of a sudden you have a picture that could very well have been taken in Japan."

"I've already paid a guy to send the letters along with the picture in a few days. He'll also pay for a room in the name of one of the girls at the previous mentioned hotel. I've also sent one of the girls cell phone for him to place in the room."

"By the time their families are worried enough to begin searching, any evidence like airport security footage will already have been buried away, maybe even deleted. Even if suspicion of foul play arises they'll have hard evidence that their last location was in Japan and not here," I finished.

He let out a slow whistle. "You've really thought this through," he said.

"That's what you pay me for," I said, stretching my arms and yawning. Allie had kept me up a bit late the night before.

"Right," he said. "You want cash as usual?"

"Of course. The less paper trails between us the better," I said.

"Always so paranoid," he said but nodded. "I'll arrange it the first thing in the morning."

Once we arrived we were led into where the two girls were being kept. Both girls were cowering together in a corner when the door opened, revealing a small dark room with only a single, very dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It wasn't very clean and that reflected on the girls, both of them practically covered with dirt and grime. I frowned when I saw them. That wouldn't do.

They were avoiding looking straight at me as I walked into the room. It wasn't until I crouched down next to them and said, "Hey there girls," that they looked up. Their reactions were almost funny when they recognized me. Relief washed over them, probably the only friendly face they had seen since they got there. The relief was immediately replaced with trembling fear as they looked over my shoulder and spotted Marcus, having no doubt seen some of the things he'd done to the other girls.

"You can relax," I said, my voice low and soothing. "No one's going to hurt you. I kept my word. I'm here to take you away from this place."

They were both so overwhelmed with relief that they didn't even think to question where I was going to take them. Or if they did they didn't dare ask. We led them out of the room and down a long hallway until we got to a large shower room. They looked scared as I motioned them to go inside, both of them throwing nervous glances at Marcus.

"Go on," I urged, being gentle with them. "No one's going to bother you as you clean up." I even held out a bottle of shampoo to one of them, Sarah, and she took it, looking at me like she thought it might be a trick.

We stood in one corner as they began to undress, keeping an eye on them while trying to pretend to give them some privacy by not overtly staring. "You seem to be infamous around here," I said, looking at Marcus.

He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it but I could see he enjoyed it. He almost seemed to revel in the fear that the girls displayed near him.

Taking in the girls I decided that I had made a good choice picking them. They were a bit underfed but otherwise they were both absolutely gorgeous, Sarah with her blond hair and Jordan with her Nordic complexion and pale skin. Both of them could be mistaken for models if you didn't know better.