I’m in trouble.

There’s no other reason why I’m speeding across the highway at sunset. The road is almost a complete blur, and it’s a good thing I can’t see more than a couple of other vehicles as I drive because I’m pretty sure I’d have crashed into one of them with how fast I’m driving. The SUV’s engine roars as I press my foot harder on the gas, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Stop worrying so much, Sylvia,” I say to myself. “You did what you needed to. Would you rather be stuck at the fundraiser?”

I suck in a breath, keeping my eyes on the road. Being the daughter of a Governor certainly has its perks, but I don’t think anyone realizes how much of a shitty deal it is. For one thing, it means being under surveillance pretty much 24/7. I can hardly go anywhere without a security detail and my dad’s consent. Sure, we’re quite rich, but I don’t think that matters much when I feel like a prisoner.

That’s why I decided to sneak out. I was supposed to attend a fundraiser with my dad like I always do, but, truth be told, a girl can hang around a Governor and his security for so long before she loses her mind. I needed some time to myself, time when I didn’t have to be the Governor’s daughter. So, I ditched the security and snuck out to hang out with my friends. The pool party was awesome, even though I never got in the water. But now that it’s over, I’ve got to get back home.

To him.

In my lap, my phone pings, and I momentarily glance at the lit screen. Another diverted call from Dan Murphy. I bite my lip. I’ve been ignoring my father’s calls all day. And he hates it when he can’t get through to me.

“Oh, boy,” I mutter.

For someone who puts up a friendly face to the public, my father is the last person to get on the wrong side of. And I know that firsthand. I can’t remember a time when I disobeyed or annoyed him and escaped punishment. And he’s very open to various kinds of punishments.

Like the time when I stayed out late despite my security detail reminding me that he wanted me home before sunset, my dad didn’t even bother listening to my excuses. He simply stripped me naked and tied me up in a dark, empty room with a mouth gag and a vibrator wedged against my pussy. He left me like that for an hour, cumming over and over again until my pussy hurt and I was lying in a puddle of my juices.

I swallow at the memory, rubbing my thighs together. Is he going to do that to me again? The thought of it makes my pussy tingle, but my chest keeps tightening as I get closer to home.

Maybe it won’t be so bad, I tell myself. It’ll all be fine. At least you let yourself have fun today. That’s got to count for something.

Besides, I’ve been part of his political campaign for so long. One night away should be fine...right?

Maybe I shouldn’t have ignored his calls at the party. I could’ve at least told him where I was, and that I was safe. Then again, he’d probably have showed up five minutes later with an armed squad, whisked me away, and had everyone else at the party arrested.

My nipples harden at the thought. My father’s a powerful man. Nothing like the shy losers who tried to hit on me at the pool party. He’s a real man who takes what he wants when he wants it.

I expel a breath, reaching up to adjust my rearview mirror and catch a glimpse of my reflection. My hair’s chestnut brown, with tiny dark streaks that match my eyes. I wanted to dye parts of it gray, but when you’re the Governor’s daughter, you’ve gotta consider your public image and blah, blah, blah. The neck of my blouse is lower than what I usually wear, and I can see my breasts jiggling slightly as the SUV moves. Keeping my hand on the wheel, I straighten the mirror.

And that’s when I see it.

It’s a black Mercedes. To anyone else, that might not mean much. It could just be some random driver. But one look at the vehicle is enough to tell me that whoever’s in it is here for me.

“Uh-oh.” A groan escapes my lips. It’s got to be my dad’s security. They must’ve found me after all. I’m in big trouble.

But what if it isn’t them? The thought fills my mind all of a sudden, and my chest contracts. The Mercedes seems to be racing after me. What if it isn’t someone from my dad’s security? With the campaign going on, there are lots of people who wouldn’t hesitate to kidnap me and gain leverage over my father.

Ditching the security was a stupid idea.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Panic floods my chest, and I slam my foot on the gas. The SUV shoots forward. I glance in the mirror just in time to see the Mercedes pick up speed. Yeah, whoever’s in there is definitely coming after me. And I won’t like what happens if they reach me.

I need to shake them.

I’ve been taught how to outmaneuver other cars before. Today, I get to put my skills to the test. Up ahead, the road forks, and I bear right, taking a narrower road. A second later, the Mercedes appears behind me. Keeping my foot on the gas, I swerve this way and that, crossing as many intersections as I can, but the car remains hot on my tail.

Fuck. Either my outmaneuvering skills are shitty, or whoever’s in that car is a better driver than I am. My knuckles whitening on the steering wheel, I swerve again, and soon find myself on a deserted road. There are no buildings or people in sight, only rows of trees.

I glance again in the mirror. Sure enough, the Mercedes is still coming after me.

“Just leave me alone, dammit!” I screech.

I flick my gaze back to the road, just in time to see something scamper across the road. It’s a squirrel or a raccoon-I’m not sure which-but I swerve to avoid it. The next thing I know, the SUV has hit the curb. The vehicle comes to a sudden halt, and I slam my face forward, my seatbelt catching me.

“Ugh,” I groan, rubbing at my neck. My head’s throbbing, my vision is swimming. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady myself.

It’s then that I hear a car door slam. My chest flutters with trepidation. There’s no more running for me now. I should’ve just stayed put like my father wanted. I just hope whoever my pursuer is doesn’t hurt-

My car door is yanked open. I’m vaguely aware of my seatbelt sliding off my body. Arms grab me and pull me out of the SUV, and the next thing I know, I’m thrust against the metal frame of the vehicle, a hand at my throat.

No! I pry my eyes open, blinking to clear my vision, and my gaze lands on the man choking me, his eyes blazing with fury. My stomach plummets.

“Dad?”

“In the flesh.” Dad continues to glower at me, his grip tightening around my throat. I can still breathe, but only just barely. My hands claw at his arm, but his grip is almost like iron.

“Dad...please,” I gasp.

The Governor cocks his head to one side, his gaze burning into me. I thought I was being pursued by a kidnapper or even one of my father’s security personnel. But no, he came after me himself. Somehow, that’s even worse. Gazing back at him now feels like staring into the open jaws of a lion.

“Where have you been, Sylvia?” he asks. His tone is calm, yet icy. “I’ve been trying to get through to you for hours, but you kept rejecting my calls.”

He looms over me, his broad, muscular frame almost completely filling my field of vision. Between his large, powerful arms and boulder-like shoulders, he’s a complete tank. His biceps bulge against his shirt sleeves, straining to break free. His tie hangs loosely from his neck, and the top two buttons are undone, giving me a glimpse of his chest.

My dad has brown hair like mine, and even darker eyes, but his seem to glow right now as he glares at me. He shaved recently, but up close, I can make out the stubble on his jaw.

“You know how much I hate it when you don’t answer your phone,” he growls.

He must’ve tracked me. He’s got people who can do that for him. That’s how he found me. It’s not the first time he’s followed me. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this furious.

He draws even closer, choking me harder despite my gasping and struggling, and brings his face close to mine. He sniffs the air once, then pulls away with a frown. When he draws nearer and sniffs me again, his face contorts, and I swear I can see his anger intensify in that moment.

“Dad...” I choke.

“You’ve been around those...those dorky college boys, haven’t you, Sylvia?” he spits.

I blink at him, feeling my face burn as his grip tightens. “I...I-”

“Have they tasted what belongs to me? Huh? Have you been a little slut for them? Have you been letting them taste your pussy, touch your tits?”

I start to shake my head, but it’s hard with his large hand around my throat.

“Answer me, you little whore!” he roars.

“N-no, D-Daddy,” I whimper, feeling my insides tighten. “I haven’t been with anyone else. I p-promise. I haven’t let anyone touch what’s yours.”

His jaw tightens, his brows furrowing. A shudder fills my insides. I’m going to be punished. I can see that already. And whatever he’s got in mind, it’s surely going to be worse than anything else he’s done to me. Fear grips my chest like a large claw, but at the same time, I can feel my pussy throbbing slightly.

As if he senses it, too, the Governor brings his knee between my legs, rubbing it against my pussy through my clothes. A whimper forces its way from my lips; I melt against him, feeling what’s left of my defiance crumble to dust. I stare up at my father, the man who’s got total control over me, the man I should always submit to.