***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
***SIN'S POV***I haven't seen Matteo all day and the last I heard of him, Killian had said he went to his penthouse to release the steam. I'm not fucking mad at him for trying to fight me, but the fact that he almost got Summer killed, no, I am not letting that slide and he needs to know that. I take the car to the hospital at exactly five o'clock and wait for Michelle to come out. A couple of minutes later, I spot her in her blue scrubs, a bag on her arm as she hurries downstairs. Sighing, I horn and she comes straight to the car. "Hi, Sin," she greets, relaxing in the car seat. "Seatbelts on, lady," I say, igniting the car. Obeying, she looks out of the window, evidently avoiding me. "You can't ignore the elephant in the room," I tell her. "It has been a shitty first day at the hospital, Sin, please, can we go home?" she asks "We are having a conversation," I state. "What are you now, Daddy or something? Remember you hate being called dad, so, I will advise
***SUMMER'S POV***I know it was a dick move to cook for Sinclair, but I was so bored I just had to kick Poppy out of the kitchen and do all of the cooking myself. Now, with this question of where I learned how to cook and all the like, I don't even know how to respond to it. "Well?" Sin asks swirling a fork full of spaghetti and chewing it deliciously. "I was bored while growing up, thus, I needed something to occupy my mind. I started watching videos online on how to bake and cook. Made a lot of mistakes, but yeah! I finally got a grip on it," I confess. Michelle hums while eating, and Sin just stares at me. "How did you meet Smokey and Gunner?" he asks and I choke. Mich hands me a glass of water, her eyes filled with amused silence. "Thank you," I mouth my gratitude as I wait for my brain to process a response easily. "Just a couple of tears ago. Gunner saw me first, I was homeless and then, he brought Smokey with him a couple of days later when he came for
***SIN'S POV***I'm going to admit that I have a shit luck when it has to do with my taste in women. First, the woman I am shackled to for the next two weeks is pregnant and abused by her father. Now, the woman I have shackled into spending ninety days with me has been abused before. Fuck luck. "Hush, Summer, I hate seeing you cry," I say honestly. Summer sniffles but doesn't look at me. "Who did you say the guy who hurt your name was?" I demand casually. "I didn't tell you a name," Summer responds, beating me to it "Oh, you didn't? So tell me, who hurt you?" I ask my voice guttural and I see the shiver running down her spine. I hate that. "I don't want to talk about it, please," she begs disengaging from me. Looking at her with wide eyes, I don't force Summer. I know when to get a woman time, I know it is only then that she can come to me with the truth. "I'm sorry for being emotional and..." I stop her with my index finger against her lips. "That's enough
***SUMMER'S POV*** I knew something was wrong but what I didn't know was what. And the fucking fact that I couldn't trust my gut enough to see what is happening is what is slowly killing me. One week. Fucking Sinclair has been avoiding me for a week. I don't blame him, I get bored sometimes too, but I've never felt so lonely now than when I was with my best friends. Again, I wake up to an empty bed, Sinclair is out there building his empire in Seattle and I am left with a broken heart and a needy pussy. Since our last encounter, Sin has been distant, and so has the number of hours he spends out there. Things got better between him and Matteo and even though I barely see the fucker, he has enough wits to stay away from me. Taking a quick shower, I make it to the kitchen and sit over a bowl of cereals, munching greedily. I feel Matteo before I see him. When our eyes meet, I stand, wanting to escape. He blocks me, his hands in the air with a pure smile creepin
***SUMMER'S POV***I grab the badge of whiskey and head out to the bonfire. As promised, Matteo had arranged for everything and as he stands by the grill roasting pork, I approach him. "Have you had burnt end porks and spicy gravy sauce?" he demands and I shake my head, denying it. "Oh, shit! You are missing out then," he mouths before cutting a slice from the thick pork on the grill and puts it in a plate for me. He hands me a fork and I take it. When I put the pork in my mouth, it melts instantly and it is so good. "Oh My God! This taste so good," I mouth out sweetly. "I know right? The special ingredient is that it is made out of love," he blurts out. My eyes widen and I cover my mouth, chewing decently. "Damn! I've never tasted something this good," I praise him. I turn to leave when Matteo speaks up, "Uhm... Summer?" he calls out. Swirling around, I look at him my brows quirking as I expect him to talk. "I'm sincerely sorry. I hope this lighten up
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