***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
***SUMMER'S POV***I didn't sleep the whole night, I kept tossing from one side of the bed to the other, thinking about last night. Finally dashing out of the bed, I walk to the bathroom and take a cold bath. Picking out an outfit of jean shorts and a tank top, I walk out of the room. The house is eerily silent and everyone looks tense. I've got this weird feeling that something is wrong but I don't know what is. In the kitchen, I meet Poppy and since I locked her in the closet, we haven't been closed at all. Even after apologizing to her. "What will you want for breakfast?" she asks as I pour myself a cup of coffee. "Eggs, bacon, and toast, please," I say politely, sitting and sipping my coffee gently. Sin's men are passing by, and Killian keeps giving out orders. I am just from taking the last bit of egg and washing it down with coffee when Matteo stomps into the kitchen and I look up at him, his eyes dark. "Sieze her," he orders and Killian with another guard walks up to m
***SUMMER'S POV***Matteo is crazy, a fucking psychopath and the fuck fact that he thinks I am going to do as he says even makes him the more delusional. As I grab the cell Gunner had given to me, I dial his number. Matteo's blade is still at the edge of my neck as we wait for Gunner to pick up. He doesn't reply which I am grateful for that. "He is not responding," I say evidently. "Well, fucking keep trying, if I don't hear from your fucking friend, I would kill you and toss your body to them," he threatens. I close my eyes, the threat causing me to panic. "You wouldn't," I yell staring at Matteo.Without waiting for a response, he walks out and I don't know where he is going, but a few minutes later, Matteo badges into the room with Spike and Bear. They are barking and as I watch them draw closer to me, fear causes me to go into a panic attack. "Don't bring them closer to me," I cry out as I watch him lead Spike towards me. Tears are streaking down my eyes as
***SIN'S POV***Smokey had asked Gunner to release me when he had finished keeping me captive. A bag had been thrown over my head and I was brought back to the restaurant where I had dinner with Jasmine. My car was untouched and I was in it. But what I don't expect is coming to my house and seeing Michelle begging me to come upstairs and help Summer. For now, Matteo's face shows that he is scared of my actions towards him. But I keep my hands to myself. He needs to know that his actions have led him to a strained level with me. "Matteo did what?" I ask walking past him as I hurry towards the edge of the stairs, watching as Michelle's pretty eyes flash with tears. "Summer is having a panic attack, I need you to calm her down please," she begs. "You are a doctor in the making, you should know how to help her snap out of it," I strike out. "I know, Sin, but I'm not ready yet, besides, she is scared of something, I don't think Spike or Bear had a hand in t
***SIN'S POV***Summer knows the right buttons to press and as much as I want to refrain from fucking her, she keeps hitting my pelvis with her up thrust. "Don't do that, Summer," I warn her. "Why, Mr. Sin? Does it make you hard?" she asks innocently. "None of your business, little one, now stop," I say not slipping out of her. This causes Summer to smirk and then, she has the courage to lift her head until she kisses me square on the lips. Groaning, I take control of it when my tongue slides into her open mouth, causing me taste her, devour every corner if her mouth as I suck in deep. "You want this, don't you, my little whore?" I demand and she nods, her hands coming all over me as she romances my body. With how much she is touching me, I know I am going to cum in less than no time, reason why I shake my head, holding her wrists back above her head. "That's a dick move," she says. "It is me preventing myself from your busy fingers," I mouth out. Her tiny
***MATTEO'S POV***Michelle is pissed off at me and wouldn't talk to me, Don Sorvino has me at home and wouldn't even utter a word either. With the sounds coming from his bedroom, it's no doubt that he is fucking Summer again.I can't take any more of being treated like an idiot, thus, I walk over to the living room where Michelle is talking to one of the guys and I frown at that. "Mich, please I want to have a word with you," I say sounding more gruffly than I initially planned to. "Can't you see I am talking to Jay?" she says not turning to even glance at me. Jay is one of the guys at the north front and I know he is hitting on Michelle, and unless he doesn't want to cross me, I will advise he leaves. With dark eyes running over his body, sweat starts stripping out of his body as he takes a step backward. "Hey, Jay? Are you okay?" Michelle questions reaching out to touch him and I snap. "Get the fuck out, Jay," I tell him harshly. "Yes, Sir," he utters be
***MICHELLE'S POV***Matteo is one cracked head dude. He acts tough but he is a big baby and his brows drawn together in pain while he scowls at me makes me smile a little. "That hurts, Pumpkin," he says as I finish the last string of thread on his forehead. "Hush, now, Matt, I need to finish this," I mutter nicely, acting nice. "You shithead brother did this to me, the least I need right now is another Sorvino in my ass," Matt says. I don't utter a word until I cut off the string and then, gather my stuff. "Where are you going?" he asks as I wash my hands, picking up the rest of my stuff into the bag. "Home," I spit out furiously. "Home? You promised to stay the night," he utters chasing me. "I did before you reminded me I was a Sorvino," I strike, stomping through the bathroom and rushing through the corridor that leads downstairs. "You don't break a promise," Matt states. He is trying to tie me down with that bullshit, I don't take heed of that. "I nee
***SIN'S POV***Yesterday was a tedious day. I hate the fact that I implicated Summer into watching me fight with Matteo, but that sshole almost got her killed I spent the night with Summer in my arms and today, I have a meeting with some of my men about Vincent Cabero. He needs to pay for what he has done to his daughter and even more. As I grab my tie and start knotting, I think about Michelle. She was supposed to start her internship at the hospital today. I always make sure I use influence to get whatever I want and her being here with me, I think we can bond more. I really miss her being a baby. Grabbing my stuff, I walk over to the bed and plant a gentle kiss on Summer's lips. She purrs like a kitten as she opens one eye. "Off to work already?" she asks warmly. "Yes, little one. Have a nice day and don't get into trouble," I mutter, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Giggling, she replies, "Yes, Mr. Sin,"Walking out of the room, I ask to make it
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