***SIN'S POV***Summer is a charmer, she literally does nothing but here I am begging only for friction from her.With my cock out of my boxers, I hear her gasp and I smirk at her. "That would never fit," she cries out and I chuckle. With my hand snaking to her neck, I stare at her and then, kiss her gently. "You are so wet and needy, little pet, you are ready to take me, so be a good girl and take all of my dick in your sweet little pussy," I muses and she nods, throwing her head backward, letting me start my ascend with my cock. "Oh, sweet little pussy, look at it gripping my cock, Argh! I think I am going to cum just at how tight it fucking is," I confess, pushing again into her. "Please, more," she begs and I almost lose control of my sanity. Continuing, I don't waste time until I am fully embedded in her and then, I start rocking my hips. The look of pure ecstasy on Summer's face makes me lean over and kiss her. She reciprocates, opening her mouth to moan.
Matteo's face is a smug grin when he spots me as he follows me out to the car. "Mr. Sin, Mr. Cabero is ready for the meeting," he states. "Let's get this done with," I order, entering the car. Vincent Cabero is the Mexican Cartel I am having a meeting with today. His deal in exporting weapons to the state is clean and with forces like his, I think I would have stronger weapon forces in case a war breaks out with other mafia Lords. An hour later, I walk into the warehouse where the meeting is taking place and the guards show me to to office where Vincent is waiting for me."Mr. Sorvino," he states pushing his hand out to greet me. Taking it, I curl my lips in an old fashion smile. He has three men in his office and my four men behind me, it makes the room small and with a nod of his head, all of the men leave. "I am glad you could have this meeting with me," I utter and he smiles wittily. "You say you want to expand your territory in Seattle, what's better than a gun deal, Mr.
***MICHELLE'S POV***I hate being born in the mafia, and I hate the fact that Daddy treats me like a baby, and Sinclair too. I've known Sinclair part of my life, and although distant, he has been my role model, I know he loves me too, but it's just that he just provides for me and that's it. Coming to Seattle, I know what is up. Matteo Sanchez.He is my boyfriend of one year now and we have succeeded in keeping our relationship apart from Sinclair. We've got caught kissing by two of the guards now, but Matteo threatened to kill them if they breathed a word to Sinclair. Fuck! They all will be dead when Sinclair finds out, thus, we are being extremely careful with the way we thread. At exactly five p.m., my plane lands and I scurry out of the cabin, carrying only my single box. I need to go shopping for new clothes. I love shopping, Oh, and clubbing too.Entering the clearance part of the airport, I sigh as I head out, knowing my ride will be here. "Miss Sorvino?" a
***SUMMER'S POV***Holy shit! A lot is going through my head right now. Sinclair Declan Sorvino was once married. Fuck! He had a woman and I let him fuck me. What was I thinking? A man like Sinclair would be a saint? Hell no! I don't even know what I was expecting but this is too much news to take it. And Michelle, she is pretty, I had expected her to shock me by telling me she was Sin's daughter, but his sister? I was in for one hell of a shock. "You are all set up now, Summer, but you need to keep your leg dry, if not it risks getting infected again," she warns. Nodding, I slide down the sink and I follow her out and into the closest bedroom. It's pink and screams girlie, this makes me slightly jealous because I couldn't have these things. "Hey, Summer, why so sad?" she asks and I shake my head, feeling bad for being jealous. "I love your room," I confess. "Oh, you should see my room at school, it's pretty, and the one at home in Pembroke District? You would lov
***SIN'S POV***"You were supposed to stay at home and wait for me, not roam the streets looking for boyfriends," I say, yelling at Michelle. We do have these talks a hundred times, but today? I am furious. "They just wanted to party, it was harmless fun," she argues. "And if you utter a word about partying, I will hurt you," I threaten. She stays calm as I continue lecturing her. "Who drove you to the club?" I ask. "I used the car..." she stops when I flash her a dangerous look. "The are men at your call," I tell her. "And I have a driving license. Don't you think you are overreacting?" she questions. "Don't you fucking think you could use your fucking common sense?" I ask roughly. "Why? Because you've got enemies all around? You make those enemies for yourselves, not me," she throws out in my face. Summer is there, her hands wrapped around her, I'll soon reach her. "Because you are my family and people would reach out to you if they can't get to me," I yell out. "I didn
***MATTEO'S POV***Furious. I am fucking furious that I am shaking. My hands are shaking as I walk about the kitchen, checking out drinks. Michelle will make me run mad one of these days and I fucking hate that. She had been at the club when I expected her to be in the house resting from her trip. "Matteo!" Killian says as he smirks at me. My anger turns me into him as I walk over and grab him by the shirt, bringing him towards my face. "You watched my girl go out like that?" I demand and the smug smirk disappears from his face. "I tried to warn him but she said she was going to rip out my balls and give them to me," he states and laughs out. "That woman is crazy, she does stuff that would make me run mad," I tell him, releasing him as I pat his chest. "You know you are playing with her fire, right? Mr. Sin would..." he starts and I push him backward. "Cut the crap, Killian. We spoke about this. You don't have to remind me of what Sinclair would do to m
***SUMMER'S POV***Sex with Sinclair is amazing. I mean, if I knew it was this spicy then I would have popped my cherry a long time ago. I don't know how many restrictions I have but today, I feel like working out. When I spoke to Enzo yesterday, he told me there was a gym on the East wing, and while I am at it, I need to work out. I used to hit the gym with Gunner to keep fit, and I need that, especially now that I have to clear my mind. As usual, I wake up alone in bed. Sinclair never sleeps with me on the same bed, and even if we've fucked twice now, I still have the bed to myself. I borrowed some sportswear from Mich, which I know was a bad idea since they are extremely short.The shorts are just two inches below my ass and the crop top is tight, thus, pushing my boobs outside, exposing it. I grab a bottle of water and a towel and head to the gym. Opening it, I startle back when I spot Sinclair working out. "Mr. Sin," I greet out politely. He is in the ring
***SIN'S POV***Fucking Matteo. He walks into the gym and I just knew I had to give him a show. The dickhead knew I was involved now with Summer, I wouldn't hear the last in it. As I make Summer come again for the third time and her legs quiver, I feel my smile grow wider. "Mr. Sin," she calls out, her hands rubbing all over my back and I just appreciate her."Shhhhh! No words are needed," I hushed as I muzzle my nose over her neck, making sure to leave hickey marks.After I place her legs on the ground, she moans lightly and my cock stirs again. "Stay down!" I warn it running my hands through it's grith. Then, I slip it into my trousers and help Summer arrange her attire. Grabbing her shorts, I pull it, dragging her towards me and I close my hand around her neck. "I don't want to see you in skimpy shorts like this," I warn her. "Why? Because they make your dick hard?" she raises her brows, teasingly. Leaning in until only her can hear my words, I explode,"No, because I would
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