***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
***SIN'S POV***I know I'm going to kill someone tonight, but I just need to know who is going to be that bastard that goes down. First, I need to make sure Summer is doing alright. "You had alcohol," I say because that was the damn truth. Summer opens her mouth to speak but she lowers her head into the pot and keeps emptying the contents of her stomach. My face is a twisted knot and I relax a little, trying my damnest best to be calm for Summer. "Shhh! Breathe through your nostrils, Summer, you are doing well," I encourage her. Slowly, she finishes puking and I flush it away. She stands and she reeks of alcohol. With her crossed expression, I know she is drunk. "How many fucking drinks did you have?" I ask as I lead her toward the sink. When I open it, she squeals in excitement. "Water. Look, Mr. Sin, so much water," she mouths out splashing the liquid on me. "Stop doing that," I say firmly. "Why? This is so funny," she murmurs. "No, it's not," I say.
***SIN'S POV***I wait for a while until I am sure that Summer is quite asleep before making my way downstairs. As she explained they are all having a party. That explains why the house was calm and deserted when I arrived. Outside, I make it to the direction we always have our bonfire and I see the men drinking and eating. "Boss!" they greet but I only groan as my eyes peruse the men, checking out for one man. "Where is he?" I demand searching, my anger rising by the second I don't spot him. "Who?" I hear one of my soldiers ask but I ignore him, my eyes still glaring wild. I spot Enzo sitting beside the edge of the woods and when he sees me, he makes it up but before he is to his full length, I use that to my advantage to knock him to the ground. "You little fuck!" I growl. "Oh no... No!" I hear men say as they come for Enzo's rescue. "Unless you want to make it your problem with me, stay out of this," I mutter, throwing another punch to his cheek. Enzo
***MATTEO'S POV***I'm a fucking idiot. I was so close with Mich tonight and we would have almost gotten caught if not for the shadows that hide our faces so well. When I spotted Sinclair, I asked Michelle to hurry inside while I distracted her brother and that was exactly what I had done. It is a good thing Sin had spotted her out. Heading up the stairs, I make it to her room but she isn't there. I wonder where she might be and on my way through the kitchen, I spot Michelle eating laughing with the same guy from that morning. His hands were up her spine and he looked happy, gently playing with her soft skin. My vision became dark as I stride towards them before throwing a punch on his face. Mich screams as she looks around, noticing me. "Oh My God! Let him go, Matt," she shouts. I block her out of my mind as I continue punching the lad. "I asked you to stay off my woman didn't I?" I bark out twisting the form of his shirt as he cries out. "I am sorry, we were
***SUMMER'S POV***It's about five in the morning when I wake up. I heard Sin walking off to the gym and I felt like a great workout would do my muscles justice, thus, the reason why I moved out of the room in my workout shorts and crop top. Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, I hurry towards Michelle's room, hoping that she is up for a workout, making sure that she is up to do a little muscle pull before she goes to the hospital. At first, I don't hear the little whispers and murmuring sounds that come out of her room, not until I have the doorknob twisted and walked right into a scene of her and Matteo making out on her vanity. Fuck! I didn't know one could be this hot. "Shit!" Matteo grits out. "Oh fuck! Sorry, I am so sorry," I mutter out quickly as I hurry out of the room my eyes wide with shock. I had my suspicions but I never thought they were... Intimate? Dang it. How Matt covered Michelle's body from my view is a good sign because I really admir
***SUMMER'S POV***I don't know what to think about right now. I could possibly think of a lot of things but my brain has refused to think. It is frozen and as much as I want to get away with that, I just fucking can't. I wait until Sinclair has gone to work before making it to the living room. "Summer?" I hear Michelle call out behind me. "Yes, Mich?" I reply sweetly. "Oh, girl, I was looking forward to have a word with you. I know what you saw..." she says, trailing down her words. "Shhh! I don't need an explanation from you, Mich. You don't owe me one," I tell. Her eyes are like flat saucers as she glares at me, shock still evident in her face. "But..." I lift my hand in the air, stopping her. "I don't want to hear it, unless you are going to spill out some of that tea," I blurt out. Laughing out in excitement, she nods her head a couple of times, wrapping her arms around mine and pulling me away. "Can we go to the garden? Poppy will bring drinks out for us
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