She smiles, but her lower lip trembles. Her eyes dart back and forth over my face, as a tear escapes down her cheek, as though she’s memorizing my features like I’m memorizing her touch.I press tender kisses all over her shoulders, pushing the sheets away to expose more of her body.I slide my hands over her. I want to feel every curve, every dip, and hollow. Everywhere my fingertips touch, my lips follow, savoring each part of her. I trace a path along her collarbone and down the delicate curve of her neck. I work down to her breasts, taking each sweet peak into my mouth and sucking gently.I move down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button.She giggles and sucks in her breath.I pick up her arm. She gasps softly as my lips brush over the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.I work my way up her arm and then back down. When I reach the tips of her fingers, I kiss each one tenderly before letting go. I repeat it all over again with her other arm.Feeling the smooth curve
My stomach sinks as the plane takes off. I close my eyes and try to remember Kaitlyn’s flawless face, her voice, and bright laugh—all things I love about her. It feels like a lifetime ago since I touched her and kissed her.I take a deep breath and keep my thoughts from wandering too far. I’m going to find her. I’ll make her see how much I care about her. I’ll make her understand that she belongs with me.When the plane lands with a thud against solid ground, I’m out of my seat with my bag in hand, pacing until the pilot opens the door. Then, I race down the stairs and into the terminal. I hurry to the rental area steeling myself for what lies ahead. On the drive to Hailey, the small town where Kaitlyn lives, I plan to practice what I want to say. I can’t believe I’m so fucking nervous. I’ve never been this anxious. But as I leave the airport, I’m met with a stunning landscape of rolling hills, lush green forests, and crystal blue rivers. The abject beauty works its magic, instilling
KAITLYN Thanks to the handsome man sitting next to me, his fingers entwined with mine, I can ignore the buzzing of gossip that followed us into thechurch. I barely take notice as the ceremony flies by.When I first returned home, I never imagined that Brandon and Tiffany’s wedding would have been postponed. My escape to New York was to avoid being in town for the wedding and all the rumors surrounding it. Although everyone else relished a front-seat view to my embarrassment, I had no desire to watch as my ex-boyfriend marry my ex-best friend. The hurt, the betrayal—it was all too much. Winning that money, though I needed to save it more than I needed to spend it, came at the best possible time.As Brandon says his vows, my heart aches a little. Even though our relationship is over, deep down, I want the best for him and Tiffany. I can admit that now.I glance over at Tiffany, somebody I played dolls with, had sleepovers with, and shared secrets about boys with—it seemed like such a l
ISLA Smack. The slap to my right cheek is so vicious that it blends with his brutal kick to my stomach a few minutes ago. “Can you shut up, Isla?”I cover my face and body with my arms to shelter me from further blows. He thinks I deserve this. It’s always my fault somehow. I say the wrong thing, or he’s had a bad day, and my face is the cushion for his turbulent emotions. He’s beaten me to where I’m too traumatized to say anything, not that there’d be any point. When Paul is like this, it’s almost as if he creates his own reality, completely caught up in whatever twisted notion his mind has conjured up. Today, the trigger was a guy named Tommy who looked at me a little too long in Introduction to Chemistry. Paul wouldn’t have known who Tommy was, except he had me shadowed by one of his goons. Being with Paul means I’m never alone—I’m always accompanied by Paul or one of his pathetic boys desperate to get on Paul’s good side. Tommy is a nerdy kid who can’t even make eye contact wit
“I need to talk to Greta about coming to work for me. She’s a great cook. She might teach Isla a thing or two in the kitchen.” Paul pulls Isla to him, his fingers digging into her flesh, almost like a warning. My fingers itch to show him exactly how powerless he is. A few blows would ensure he understood where he fits in the food chain. I grind my teeth, trying not to knock my son flat on his ass. “I’m sure Isla is a wonderful cook.”“Bitch even burns water,” Paul remarks snidely. He grips her jaw and brings her face to his. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You’re useless in the kitchen, aren’t you? It makes me wonder why I bother to keep a woman who hasn’t got a clue about how to satisfy her man.” She winces, and my eyes travel to his firm grip on her biceps. Paul’s fingers dig aggressively into her biceps, and Isla looks like she’s in pain.“You okay, Isla?”Paul smirks at me. “Of course she’s okay, Pop. Isla is a good woman. She knows her place.”Knows her place? What kind of diuret
I rush toward the large door and place my hand on the knob, turning it, not daring to refuse Bryce in his current state. He tosses Paul out the door in an impressive display of pure strength for his age. “If I ever see you again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. The only reason you aren’t dead is because you’re my creation, but I swear to God you don’t want to test me, Paulie.” I start to leave after Paul, but Bryce clamps onto my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, Isla?”“I-I just…I think I should leave.”“No,” he growls. “I invited you for dinner, and you’ll stay and eat.” My eyes roam from his large hand on my wrist to his soft, dark brown eyes. Those eyes ease my fears. Yes, Bryce has displayed barbaric brutality, but his eyes show regret and compassion, two emotions I never saw in Paul’s eyes. Not once. “Please,” he adds.“Let’s go, Isla,” Paul demands, reaching for me. “Don’t make a stupid mistake.” “I’m staying.”Paul’s jaw ticks as his lips curve into a sinister smile—a smile
ISLA We sit in silence across from each other at the rich maple table. I gaze around the room, decorated in warm mahoganies and russet oranges. A little odd for a park avenue apartment but a pleasant contrast to the overflow of white at Paul’s place. The furniture suits Bryce. It’s solid and robust, like him. He’s also gentle and kind, with an underlying air of authority and control. He’s everything I’d hoped Paul was when we first met. Bryce watches me as I move my food mindlessly on my plate. I haven’t taken a bite of my food, even though it smells divine—beef tenderloin with some sort of sauce, button mushrooms, garlic mashed potatoes, and mapleglazed Brussels sprouts. “Greta will be disappointed you didn’t try her steak,” Bryce says as he places a piece of medium-rare beef between his lips. Can a man’s mouth be described as beautiful? This man’s is. “I’m not hungry.” The corners of Bryce’s lips turn up to reveal charming dimples. He places his fork on the bone china plate, an
BRITTNEYI feel like a pervert, watching Timothy through the security camera as he chops wood in his backyard. The way his muscles ripple across his bare chest and back make him look like a fitness model as he swings that axe. How could anyone not watch when they had the chance? The man is about as sexy a human being as possible, and I sit in my bedroom staring at the screen and trying to resist the urges washing over me. Of course, I can’t resist a damn thing. I never could.My hand moves down and slips into my yoga pants, sliding under the elastic of my panties and right to my clit. I don’t have any inclination to a slow buildup, either. My buildup has already started. It started the moment I saw Timothy take his shirt off. Watching him as he works makes me ready, wet and desperate.I can’t believe how much I want this man. I don’t even know him! I only know his name because I made sure to find out the names of everyone on this street before I moved in. Wefor four days. Nonetheless,
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