***SUMMER'S POV***Smokey spent a whole five minutes telling me about his worst fears and for a man like him to say that to me, I knew he was right, considering how reserved he is. "What's now?" he demands holding me in his arms. "I miss you both but I can't leave Mr. Sin, he will track us down and that's a breach of contract on my part," I confess, my eyes twitching. I bury my face in Smokey's chest and sob gently. "Stop crying, little girl, you know I hate tears," he murmurs, and Gunner pulls me to his side. His fresh cologne and aftershave waffles my nostrils and I look up at him as he holds either side of my face. "Summer, we will get you out of this," Gunner promises. I nod. He removes a phone from his pocket and slips it into my gown's pocket, zipping it close. "That is a burner phone. Smokey and mine's number are registered in it, honey, we will give you a call when we have a new place to call home," he finishes. "Thank you," I reply. "Is the bast
***MICHELLE'S POV***I've been crying since I left Cindy's Fashion House. Sin had let Cindy credit him directly, ignoring me, and then, fixing on how to send the clothes home. Summer had still being unconscious when Sin drove her to the hospital, he hadn't even looked at me, just spoken to Matteo to take me home. "Fucking Sin. He thinks that I am an object," I blurt out in the car, but Matteo keeps calm.He snubs me too, which pricks at me, because he is supposed to be my best friend, my boyfriend, but here he is, acting like a wall. "You are not going to say anything?" I blurt out in shock. He still doesn't respond. When the car alights in the garage, I walk out of it, slamming the door behind me as I stomp into the house. By the time I reach my room, Matteo's strong and clasp on my arm as he swirls me around and slam me against his door, breathing hard in my face. "Don't fucking walk out on me, and stop being a silly brat," he growls. My breathing becomes l
***MATTEO'S POV***I'm so pissed off at Michelle right now that when she walks past me after I've warned her not to do so, I swirl her into my arms and bend her over the couch, spanking her soft buttocks. "You can't do that, Matt," she cries out, trying to escape from me. She wouldn't unless I said so. "You are going to be quiet for me or I will make the strokes harder," I warn spanking her again. When she groans, I feel her rubbing her pussy together, making me know she is enjoying this. "Did you see the guys Summer met earlier?" I ask one last time, waiting to see if she responds honestly or not. "No! I swear it," she blurts out. When I spank beneath her thigh on the soft tender flesh, Mich wails in pain. "Please, Matt, stop! You are hurting me," she cries out more and I know that she isn't lying to me. Taking a step back, she slumps against the chair, shaking with tears and covering her face from me. I reach out to her but she yanks backward, making m
***SIN'S POV***It is almost eight p.m. And time for me to meet with Mr. Cabero's daughter. Since we didn't meet the other night, I should be making up for my behavior. Thus, dressed in one of my classic dark suits, I put on my cufflinks, as Summer walks into the room. Standing behind the closed door, she looks so young, so fragile. I had kept her in bed most of the day, but by dinner time, she had snuck out to have dinner downstairs. "Going somewhere, Mr. Sin? I thought..." she trails, and I watch her cheeks brighten up, a shy pink as she looks at her toes, fidgeting. When I turn around, I ask, "Cat's got your tongue, little pet?" I tease, waiting for her to reply. "No," she stutters, sounding so polite. I walk over to her and grabbing her face in my hand, I hold it right, making her look at me. "You've got something to say to me, peep squeak?" I tease and she blushes even more. "I didn't know you had plans for tonight," she says sighing. I chuckle at that.
***SUMMER'S POV***I'm going to have my first cock in my mouth and to say I am nervous a little thing about how I feel. Closing my eyes, I wish I had some experience with this. 'Shut the fuck up, Summer,' I warn myself as I wrinkle my thoughts at having another cock in my mouth, other than Sin's own. I had indeed felt a pang of jealousy when Sin had said he was going on a date and that, indeed, he was in search of his wife. I must really have been in a lust bubble because it felt like cold water had been splashed on me and as I shivered, it was impossible to even reconnect with myself. "Tongue out, Summer, I will split your jaw if you grate my cock with your teeth," Sinclair warns, his hands slipping into my hair and holding it tight. Obeying, I wait for Sin's cock. His thick cock bubbles before my face, and I catch my breath at its girth. Watching it grow until beads of precum are hanging around it makes my throat tighten. "I don't know..." I start complain
***SIN'S POV***Jasmine Cabero was waiting for me at Parley's Restaurant when I arrived forty-five minutes late after my brief visit with Summer. I hate that I had to leave Summer at home, but like I told her if this is going to turn out into an arranged marriage of some sort_ which I do not condone_ I'll have to at least make an impression. "Miss Cabero," I salute, handing her the fresh bouquet of red roses I bought for her on my way to the restaurant. "Don Sorvino. Oh, please, call me Jasmine," she says, her demeanor pleasant. Jasmine looks sophisticated, like a lady with a purpose and when I smile politely at her gesture, I say, "If only you address me as Sinclair," I utter. "Deal, Sinclair," she mouths regaining her seat. "I apologize for coming late, I got caught up in a bit of an emergency," I blurt out, crinkling my eyes as I smile. The waiter comes and I order a yellow glass of wine, knowing that is the best Mexican wine around here. Jasmine's smiles bro
***SIN'S POV***The night continued as planned and since Jasmine confessed to me, she has been relaxed as we sit together, talking about discreet things. "His name is Garrett and he is one of Dad's enemies," Jasmine says. "He is against your dad and you got pregnant for him?" I ask in bewilderment and Jasmine gestures for me to shut up. "Please, you need to calm down, dad doesn't know who is the father of my baby yet. I guess that is where his frustration comes from. It stems from the fact that he can't pin this baby on anyone to father. And the horror of me giving birth in his house? Yes, it's terrifying," she grits out. "What do you want now?" I ask, waiting to hear what Jasmine has to say. "Give me enough time to elope, please?" Garrett is ready to take me in but I need to make it out of town with him in two weeks. That is the only window of escaping I have now," Jasmine pleads with her eyes. I stare at her for a long time, watching how young she really i
***SIN'S POV***Cold water splashed on my face wakes me from a very bad dream which I discover is a reality when I look at the two angry faces standing before me. I am chained to an iron chair and no part of my body can move. My head still hurts but I am focused on identifying the two faces before me. "And you are?" I ask raising my brow at them. "It is a good thing you can talk, Don Sorvino. I was scared Gunner had struck you a little hard on the head, thus, causing you to have a concussion," the man says, and I know he is Smokey. His goatee gives him a very dangerous look, and both men have beanies on their heads. "Summer's friends, I see. Why am I here then? Did Summer ask you to kidnap and torture me?" I ask a nonchalant air around me. I am in an abandoned pharmacy shop, and I don't know where I am right now. Gunner walks over to me and punches me in the face. That hurts as I feel my lips slit, blood oozing out of the gash, but I don't act affected by tha
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