That conversation happened about a week ago, and I’m still feeling the effects of it today. The man just can’t let this end. He just has to be in control all the time.I walk outside, and the heat of the Texas summer hits me head-on. The sun is warm, and although the breeze is warm too, it feels good. For once, I don’t scan my surroundings and begin walking towards my car.“Hi, Peanut.” The voice slid over me like silk. Liam was the only person to ever call me that, and I trip over myself at the name.“Careful there, don’t want you to fall.” He’s at my side in two steps and catching me before I fall flat on my face.When I look up into his face my breath stops. He is still as gorgeous as ever. Tall, strong, with hair the color of midnight and eyes as blue as a summer sky. He has a good amount of scruff on his face, but on him it looks amazing. His T-shirt is tight across his chest and there are definitely more tattoos on his arms than before. He is just the perfect specimen of what a m
The war is still undecided on which one is winning, but all I know is that Addy, or Rachel, is insisting that she is fine and that I don’t need to worry.WRONG!How can I not worry? Even if Rachel is not Addy, and I know that she is, some asshole ex-husband is beating and stalking her and the police are helpless to do anything about it. Not cool. There is no way that I would let anyone like that hurt anybody that I love, and that especially goes for Addison. We may not be together anymore, but that does not mean that I don’t still deeply care about her.I’m in my truck and barely out of the parking lot when I dial Zane’s number.“Hello.” the big guy says.“What’s your location? I need to talk to you,” I say. There is no need for small talk; we are both people who like to get straight to the point. “Home, I’ll text you the address,” he says and hangs up. Not thirty seconds later my phone dings with his address. I plug it into my GPS and head out. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into a dr
ADDISONTHIS THERAPY SESSION SEEMS different. Maybe it’s because part of me anticipates seeing Liam afterwards. Maybe it’s knowing that someone here, in this town other than my contacts, knows the real me, or maybe it’s because the room seems a bit more tense than usual, but whatever it is, something is definitely different.I really have no idea, but the latter reason is bothering me a bit. I have no idea why it’s so tense, but as someone who has seen this before, I guess you can say I’m more attuned to it than others.Oh, it’s not everyone. No, most are their normal selves, but still, there are a few who just seem jumpier than normal. I know that not everyone in the room will always be in a good mood, or even in a somewhat good mood, but still, there is a vibe that I just can’t put my finger on and it is really bugging me. I remind myself that while this is my therapy group, I am not the one in charge, and therefore it’s not my place to worry. Sam can handle anything that comes her w
LIAMTHOSE TWO SIMPLE WORDS send my brain into complete overdrive. “Addy! Addy, what’s wrong?” There is no answer, and I’m already up and moving. “Addison! Talk to me.” I know I’m yelling into the phone, but she is not answering. “Peanut, if you can hear me, I’m on my way. I have to hang up the phone to call for help, but I am on my way.”It almost kills me to hang up on her, but I need to call the police and get some help.“9-1-1 what is your emergency?”“I need police and an ambulance sent to 619 Cherry Lane Circle.” I’m practically yelling into the phone as I jump into the driver’s seat of my truck and start the engine.I give the 9-1-1 operator all the information that I have, which in reality is very little, and then drive like Satan himself is on my ass to get to Addison. There was a storm brewing earlier, and now it’s here with gusto. Winds and rain come pouring down, but I don’t care; Addy needs me, and I have to help. I have to.I feel like the drive takes forever, but in real
“Thank you,” I say, not making eye contact with him. I am too busy staring at the bruised and battered body lying in the hospital bed. She is covered in bandages, and wires are going everywhere. There is more incessant beeping coming from all the machines that she’s hooked up to, and what I can see of her body is black and blue.I walk over to the bed and sit on the chair that is next to her. As gently as I can, I take her hand in mine, trying not to hurt her but fearing that no matter what I do, she is still in pain. It’s then, seeing her like this, that the first tear does fall.ADDISONTHE FIRST THING I notice is that my entire body hurts. There is not one inch of my body that is not in some sort of pain. The second thing I notice is that the pain I am feeling means that I am alive. Oh my God! For some reason, this is really shocking to me. I was sure that what Jared did to me had killed me.Trying to remember everything that had happened to me makes my head hurt. The next thing I k
“I told the police that I believed it was him who hurt you, but they told me that they needed more evidence to link him to it. They said that they would contact him and talk to him, but without you specifically stating that it was him, they had nothing to go on.” I can see the muscles twitch in his jaw, and the way that his shoulders tense up when he speaks, indicate that he doesn’t like the answers he’s been given in all of this. “I’m sure he has some airtight lying alibis to say he was in New York the whole time, but mark my word, this is far from over, and I will make him pay.”I have no doubt that he will keep his word on this. I also have no doubt that what he said about Jared is also true. Jared has a lot of sleazy friends who will gladly lie to the police and anyone else, for that matter, for him. Money and power are a dangerous combination sometimes.“So how bad am I really?” I ask him. I don’t know why I need to know, but I just do.Liam looks at me with a mixture of both sadn
My relationship with my family is complicated to say the least, but over the last year or so they have been trying. Me? Not so much, but when shit hit the fan with Addison, and they rallied to her, I realized that I needed to make some changes too and the first was with a phone call to them. “She’s good. She woke up today and they took the breathing tube out and she was alert and talking.”“Oh my God! That’s awesome!” Olivia squeals into the phone.I have to move the phone from my ear so as not to go deaf with the high pitch of her voice, but I understand her excitement. I was overwhelmed myself when she finally woke up enough to talk.“The doctors are confident that now that she is awake and doing better that she won’t be there much longer,” I tell her, climbing into my truck and starting it up.“Excellent,” she says. “And what about her asshole ex? Are the police doing anything about him?” I could hear the steel in her voice when she started talking about him.I give my family credit
I walk downstairs to see him working in the kitchen cooking. From the smell of it, it’s a big pot of chicken soup. My favorite thing when I don’t feel good.“Hey there,” I say.“Hey. How was your nap?” he asks, turning off the burner and coming around to give me a hug.“It was just what I needed.”“Great. I have lunch almost done and then if you want we can head over to your place and pack what you need.”And there it is. I knew that he was going to insist that I stay here, but there really is no reason for me to. I have a perfectly good place to go and Jared is most likely long gone by now, so again I am fine. Time to tell him how things are going to go.I take a deep breath and then let it out. “Liam, thank you for all that you have done, but really I’ll be fine at my place. There is no reason for me to stay here.”“Absolutely not!” Liam says in a voice I have never heard come out of him. “There is no way in hell that I am allowing you to go back to that house alone. Not when Jared c
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