YES, DADDY(18+)

I'M DREAMING!

I was taken aback by the sight of my extremely hot and handsome stepdad. His hair was messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it for a long time. The sight of him made my n*****s stiffen, protruding under my white dress.

"I'm dreaming," I whispered to myself, but he must have overheard me as his deep, masculine voice responded, "No, you're not." Hearing that, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"I'm glad you're finally awake," he said as his handsome face came into view.

I realised I wasn't dreaming when my stepdad came into my line of sight. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, bolting upright from the fluffy pillows on the bed and leaning against the headboard in shock to really see my stepdad. I tried to move my hands, only to realise they were tied to the headboard. I wondered how long I had been asleep.

I struggled to free myself, jerking my wrists and legs, but realised they were restrained by leather cuffs attached to the bed frame. All four of my limbs were secured to the four corners of the bedpost, spreading me out like an eagle.

"You kidnapped me!" I exclaimed, accusing him without thinking. “But we had an accident; I saw you. You were bleeding." I tried to recall the details, but then I remembered about my mom.

“My mom, what did you do to her?" I demanded as I squirmed and struggled on the bed, attempting to lift myself up, but the ropes held me firmly in place.

Panic set in as I frantically took in my surroundings. This is definitely not my room; it was a plain, empty space with only a queen-size bed and a wardrobe against the right-hand wall.

“How… how…” I stuttered, struggling to form the question of how I ended up here, but it was hard to compose a sentence as I was still trying to recover from the shock.

I paused, wracking my brain to sift through a fog of jumbled memories. I remembered that my stepdad, mom, and I had been in the same car and had gotten into an accident that caused me to pass out. I recalled seeing both my stepfather and mom bleeding unconsciously when I woke up after the accident but what I couldn't remember was how I ended up here with my stepfather, Logan.

The last clear memory I had was of the accident, and when I woke up in the car, after that, my memories went blank, and I couldn't remember anyone bringing me here after I had blacked out.

“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice laced with a mix of fear and confusion.

"Home," Logan responded, his voice firm yet calm.

A shiver of pure dread ran through me. Oh my God, my stepfather must have kidnapped me. The accident must have been a trap to make me lose consciousness. It's hard to believe he could do such a thing, knowing he loves my mother.

I shook my head, mumbling, "No, it's impossible; this can't be real," to myself.

Shaking my head, I tried to focus on my memories, attempting to figure out how I ended up here, but nothing emerged from the fog in my mind to give me a clue about what had happened. My mind was completely blank. "Maybe I'm just dreaming. This has to be a dream," I said to myself.

"No, you're not Steph," Logan said abruptly, startling me. He must have overheard me talking to myself. I didn't realise he could hear my thoughts this time.

“What happened to me? How did I end up here?” I demanded, firing questions at Logan, certain that he held the answers to everything about how I ended up here.

Logan smiled instead and avoided my question. “You're awake. I overheard you screaming your mom's name and struggling on the bed so I thought I should check up on you to make sure you're okay,” he said.

His nonchalant response infuriated and terrified me simultaneously. ‘Could it be that I was in this room all this while and not in the car?’.

“What happened to my mom? Where is she?” I asked, but he remained silent, offering no response. “Why did you tie me up? Release me immediately!” I demanded and began to scream, "Mom! Mom!" Hoping my outburst would either startle him or prompt him to release me, but Logan seemed either unmoved or freaked out by my actions.

“She's not here to respond,” Logan replied with an unreadable expression.

Confused, I stopped and asked, "Why?" Since my mom and I were in the car when the incident happened, I assumed she must be somewhere here too.

"Because she's not here," Logan responded, and fear instantly snaked through my heart.

"Is she dead? Is my mom dead?" I cried out, my voice shaking with fear.

"Stephanie..." he sighed, taking a step away from me. "I have no idea where she is right now," Logan said thoughtfully.

"Then we should find her," I suggested urgently, trying to sound calm. "We should call the police and file a missing person report." But my words quickly turned into demands. "Release me and place a f*****g order on the authority to search for her!" I yelled, my desperation growing.

“I'm sorry, but it's out of my control. I did call, but I haven't received any response yet,” Logan said nonchalantly, appearing unconcerned about my mom's disappearance. I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be involved in what had happened.

I tried to jerk away from the bed, but it only made the bed frame rattle a little. "Well, release me right now, and I will go find my mom!" I demanded.

"Do you realise you're being held hostage here?" Logan asked, his casual tone making my blood boil.

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