“More than you will ever know, and I know that I was damn lucky to get this second chance with you and I don’t want to waste one more minute of it, so will you please marry me right here, right now?”She has tears in her eyes when she says, “Yes, Liam. I want nothing more than to marry you.”Everyone claps and cheers. I stand up and take Addison in my arms, kissing her soundlessly.When I finally break the kiss and open my eyes, I see someone standing in the doorway that I never thought I would see again.“Liam,” Addison says, “you okay?”She turns and sees who I’m looking at and a huge smile comes to her face. “So, I may have enlisted the help of some people and I may have found a surprise for you,” she says shyly.I am trying to hold back tears, but I can’t.“I heard that my best friend is getting married and maybe in need of a best man,” Aiden says, walking towards me.I meet him halfway and wrap him in a hug so tight I know that I might hurt him. I don’t care. Finding Aiden may be
KaitlynIt’s been one hell of a long week, and I can’t wait to get home put my feet up on the worn coffee table, and chow down on some cookie-doughice cream.Everywhere I go in this small-ass town, I see or hear about Brandon and Tiffany’s wedding. God, I’m sick of hearing about Brandon and Tiffany’s wedding. Like every small town in America, the cozy, personable, welcoming atmosphere of Hailey draws tourists and those looking to live a quiet life. But also, like in every other small town, everybody knows your business, and you know theirs. I need to move to a city. Somewhere far away, where there’s lots to see and do, lots of people I don’t have to know – and most importantly who don’t know me. Where I can be lost in a sea of faces on the street. A place where I won’t run into my neighbor, my dentist, and my mother’s hairdresser all in the same morning on my way to the local café to grab a coffee, where I’ll undoubtedly run into at least twenty others I’m on a firstname basis with.
Lindy places our drinks on the bar. “Hey, the fifty/fifty draw closes tonight. You still have time to get tickets. Half the money is going towards a pool table for the back room and some pin ball machines if we make enough.”“Oh, I’m in.” Margo fishes her wallet out of her purse. “Come on,Kaitlyn, fork it over. This town could use a good games room.”I request three tickets from Lindy as she works her way down the bar collecting for the cause. Two hours, two drinks, and a mouth-watering burger later, Lindy rings the bell to quiet everyone down so she can call out the winning ticket. “Call my number, Lindy and I’ll buy you something special.” “Call my number, Lindy and I’ll ditch my wife and take you on a trip.”“Call my number, Lindy and I’ll ditch my husband and take you on that trip.”We all laugh at the comments from the peanut gallery in the back. “Okay, guys. First, thank you to everyone who contributed to the draw. We managed to raise twelve thousand, six-hundred and fifteen
“Room service, Mr. Carrington.”Securing the fluffy white towel around my waist, I stroll out of the bedroom, down the stairs and across the living area to the door. After I disengage the deadbolt and lock, I swing the door open. Gus is delivering it himself this morning. “Must not be too busy in the kitchen.”“We had a quiet moment.” He rolls the cart past me. I let the door close on its own steam as I follow him into the main living area, waiting while he positions the cart near the chair where he knows I like to sit. He pours the coffee but leaves the dishes covered. “Anything else, Sir?”“Nope. I’m good, Gus. Thank you.” We make small talk as I walk him out, and then I’m alone again in my room, the smell of crisp bacon sneaking out from beneath the silver warming lid. I doctor my coffee, then sip the hot, fresh brew. My eyes drift closed, and a sigh falls from my lips. Only the best. Okay, time to scarf down some breakfast, and then I need to run downstairs to grab a few report
KAITLYN Margo would be so proud. I, however, am mortified that I accepted a date with a stranger. But he works for the Fairchild. He can’t be all bad.I know I shouldn’t have splurged on such a swanky hotel, but when I glanced down at that pink wedding invitation, my fingers brushing over the gold embossed flowers at the top as my brain flooded with memories of all the planning I’d done, I decided I deserved something good in my life, for me. At least once. The man I thought I’d be marrying this weekend with my best friend since high school by my side was getting ready to walk down the aisle with said friend. They even used my venue. To be fair, there are few prime locations in our hometown to have a wedding, but still. They could have at least picked one of my least favorites. While Brandon may not have cared, Tiffany knew every aspect of my dream wedding, from the color theme to my flower choices, even the clothes I planned to pack for the honeymoon. And then, to send me an invita
I’m not sure what to think, but I am impressed. Elliott holds out his hand, as though we’ve done this a thousand times. I take it after a moment’s hesitation. His warm fingers wrap around mine, encasing my small hand in his bigger one. Following his lead, we stroll for about a block before approaching an intersection blocked by barricades and a police car. “I guess we can’t go this way.” “We’re not crossing.” Elliott takes us around the corner, and I come to a complete stop.I inhale deeply, feeling the excitement of the street fair before me in the evening air. The sun is setting, painting the sky in beautiful shades of red and orange. Shouts of laughter and conversation fill the air, and the smell of the food trucks, so many food trucks, wafts through the crowd. My stomach grumbles with anticipation as I peer up at Elliott. “This is perfect. What a great idea.” That he’s brought me to such a public place, alleviates my fear of being with a stranger—no matter how handsome he is. “T
ELLIOTT I didn’t plan on telling Kaitlyn that last night. I would have eventually, or she would have discovered it on her own, but I liked the anonymity. This adorable woman had no clue who I was, and for a while there last night, I was an ordinary guy on a regular date with a pretty woman. After I let the truth slip, she gaped at me, wide-eyed and blinking rapidly. She didn’t say a word for a solid minute. Then she spun around, unlocked her door, and slipped inside, the door slamming shut in my face. Okay, she didn’t slam it, but it closed, hard. Probably the spring mechanism.I’ve tried calling her room, but she hasn’t answered. I unethically used my position to get her phone number off her reservation and sent her three texts, apologizing and telling her I wanted to spend the afternoon with her. I want to assume her silence is because she’s out exploring the city on her own, but my gut tells me otherwise. I sigh and push open the door to my suite, feeling defeated. What else can
This place is like something out of a sultry fantasy. Guests enter an exclusive lounge with velvet curtains, exquisite music, and plenty of seating options. A large dance floor is the main focus on the first level of the club, with a DJ playing a mix of music genres to get the crowd going. There’s an array of private alcoves for couples interested in more intimate experiences. Upstairs there’s a VIP area that offers more exclusive access to the club’s more discrete amenities, with a complimentary bar and more private rooms. This club has themed nights, from exotic adult shows to body painting and more. With its seductive atmosphere, this place is perfect for adults to explore their deepest desires.And I want to explore a couple of mine tonight with Kaitlyn. “Have you been here before?” She raises her voice enough to be heard. “A few times.” I’ve been tempted to purchase the place. Maybe build another in New York.“I’ve never been to a place like this.”“Do you want to leave?” She
ZOEYMy thoughts disappear, at least all of the worries and fears. Oh, I know they’ll return but if Micah is right, they will fade over time, and that’s good enough for me. The thoughts that remain are all characterized by disbelief. It just isn’t possible for anything to feel as good as Micah’s mouth working on my pussy feels. His tongue explores me in the most astounding way, and I gasp and yank my shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor.My hands immediately go right back to his hair, and I run my fingers through it as I moan and hook one leg over his shoulder. How can things feel this good? How can they possibly feel this good? I’m moaning just as though I were in a p**n movie, and as I lift my hips to press my slit against his mouth, I can’t help but behave like some kind of total slut, with how I moan and writhe.God, he feels so good!I try to talk but nothing can get through the moans as pleasure rushes over my body. I can feel the orgasm right beneath the surface, ready to e
MICAHShe isn’t playing with me. It takes me a moment to realize that, and when Ido, understanding comes. She is testing me. She is trying to determine whether or not I will be a tyrant and insist, or if I will respect her wishes. Of course, I will respect her wishes but only her real wishes, not things she expresses as her wishes when she doesn’t actually wish for them.“Why?” I ask.She seems stunned by the question. She expects me to fight her or to simply comply. She doesn’t expect to have to offer an explanation.“I just don’t want to,” she says.“Why?”“It’s not something I want to do,” she says. She’s uncertain now.“That’s fair,” I say. “I will only insist on things when it’s for your own good, and I will only press the issue if you understand why I think you should do it and still refuse.”She seems both relieved and confused.“And I told you to do something right now, and you refused. That is your right, little girl, but I deserve to know why because until I do, I can’t dete
MICAHThe weight of her body next to mine as she leans against me with her head on my shoulder is absolutely perfect, and I let my hand move over her back as she recovers from the intensity of our lovemaking. She still whispers, “Daddy,” occasionally although I can hear in her voice that she’s losing a battle against sleep. That’s fine with me. I like the idea of her falling asleep in my arms. I can still feel her. I can still feel her as though I’m still inside of her and it seems the sensations of her arms and legs wrapped around me will linger for some time. That is more than fine with me, and I smile as I look at the ceiling and listen to my little girl breathing. I can’t imagine anything better than this moment. I remain alert until I can tell from her breathing she’s asleep and only then do I let myself relax, fading into a half-sleep state, moving in and out of consciousness as we lay on the bed. Every time I become fully aware, it is awareness of Zoey next to me, and there i
ZOEY“So, I’m a little now,” I say nervously. “At least I think I am.”Tiffany looks at me from where she stands at the copy machine, then smiles. “I thought you already thought that.”I nod. “I mean, uh, I mean I have a Daddy, I think.”She squeals and runs over to me, giggling like crazy. Naturally, that makes me giggle, too, because Tiffany’s excitement is absolutely infectious.“Details!” she says. “Details!”We only have an hour left of work, and the time passes quickly as I tell her all about my trip into the woods with Micah. She makes me tell her about the kiss nine or ten times, and then she makes me tell her about the goodnight kiss.“Why in the world didn’t you pull him into the house and screw him silly?”I don’t have a good answer.I wanted to.I really wanted to.But I didn’t.I never do things I want to, at least not things like that when there might be a rejection involved. It’s stupid, I know, but it is who I am, stupid or not. I want Micah more than I can recall ever
MICAHI can still feel her weight on my lap, and I’m nearly desperate for her, my erection pressing against my jeans in a way that would be obvious if we weren’t walking. I glance at her, and from her pink tee shirt to her pink shorts to her pink socks to her pink tennis shoes, she’s so damned perfect. I fight back every urge I have to stop right there and just pull her into the trees, spread out the blanket and enjoy my little girl right then and there. Instead, I keep myself moving forward.“Watch your step, little girl.” I reach down and take her hand. “Hold tight.”“Okay, Daddy,” she says, and I feel her squeezing my hand.I navigate through the trees and I make it a point to regularly come across obstacles I can help her overcome. I lift her over a log and carry her around a boulder, and if she knows I’m intentionally ensuring all those things are in our path, she doesn’t let on.I see movement ahead and I drop to a crouch and pull her down with me.“Hush now, little girl,” I whis
ZOEYI open the door and there he stands, like some god come to visit.I swallow hard and manage a squeaked, “Hello.”He smiles and says, “Hello, little girl.”Little girl! I swallow again and he smiles at me.“You like when I call you that.”I couldn’t tell if he was asking a question or simply stating a fact. “I’ll call you that from now on,” he says. “and you’ll call me Daddy.”If he’d put a big vibrator against my pussy at the highest setting it wouldn’t have had a stronger effect on me. I know my face is flushed and I find myself in the unlikely position of hoping he thinks I’m embarrassed and bashful, so he won’t understand that the flush has everything to do with immediate arousal.“That’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” I ask. God, I’m trying to be coy and playful, but he must know I’m aroused. He must hear it in my voice.“It would only be presumptuous if it weren’t true,” he replies. “Come with me. I’m taking you out.”“Are you telling me or asking me?”“It doesn’t m
MICAHI never had plans to stay in my hometown for very long. But for Zoey, I’m making a change in plans. She doesn’t know it yet, but that girl is mine. She is everything I want in a woman.In a little girl.She is everything I want in a little girl and I will be the perfect daddy for her, even if she doesn’t yet know what that means. She works with my cousin’s little girl, and she’s interested in the lifestyle. As for me, I’ve been a part of the lifestyle for almost ten years. In fact, coming home to find my cousin had become a Daddy was a welcome surprise.She’s beautiful.She’s beautiful and she’s sexy and she’s just about as perfectly suited to being a little as any girl I’ve ever met. In fact, it’s hard to imagine a girl who might be more perfect in that regard. She’s sweet and tentative, and she’s desperate for someone to take care of her and help her bloom. Oh, she doesn’t necessarily understand all of that, at least not in those terms.It’s true, though. I know it is.This lit
ZOEYI’ve come to the conclusion that if I could have what Tiffany has with her Daddy, I’ll be very happy. Of course, I don’t know nearly enough about how to be a little girl to a Daddy, and I doubt any Daddy would ever want me in the first place. Still, the thought of a relationship like that is pretty exciting.It’s more than exciting.It has been so long since I found myself in a situation where I’m legitimately excited, but today I am. Tiffany invited me to get together with her friends for what she calls a ‘playdate’. The county offices are closed on Saturdays, so we’re both off and it seems a lot more fun than just sitting around my little apartment watching television and being lonely.Okay, the main reason I’m excited about going is because I might see Micah.Micah is Robert’s cousin, and Robert is Tiffany’s boyfriend. He’s also her Daddy just like Brittney’s husband Timothy is also her Daddy and like her neighbor Cydney’s husband, Jonas, is Cydney’s husband. Micah is everythin
TIFFANYHis hand comes down again and my body explodes with pain once more, pain that shoots from my ass cheeks sharply and seems to travel up my back and down to my feet. It is excruciating but cleansing as well. I don’t understand. I don’t understand it at all. His hand falls again. I’m weeping and these tears, unlike those shed before, are the tears I needed, the tears I wanted.I don’t understand how but I also discover that my body is responding with more than just pain.Despite the sting of the spanking, I feel more aroused than I can ever recall feeling!There is a strange mix of emotions involved as well. I feel hurt, of course, from the pain. I feel guilty for what prompted the spanking, and I feel humiliated from having a spanking in the first place. There is also something deeper and unexpected. I feel centered, happy and safe.A spanking makes me feel safe!I’m so damned turned on that I feel myself progressing toward orgasm. I end up lifting my ass a little bit toward the