***SINCLAIR'S POV***The anger in me is pulsing out my veins and with each streak I make, it feels like a wounded animal. With all these creeping through my mind, I want to hurt someone. Anyone. Two hours since I have been in the hospital and no one has uttered a word to me. The nurses keep running around and doctors wouldn't fucking let me in, except if I can prove that I am somehow related to Summer. The file I was asked to fill is still empty and my eyes are hooded with displeasure. I fucking don't know basic facts about my woman. The double doors swing open in come in two men I have become acquainted with; Smokey and Gunner. Although Smokey looks like a wounded cat, his friend is hiding behind him, his eyes watching my men as if they will pull out their guns at them. "Don Sorvino," Smokey greets when he is a few steps away from me. I nod, "Smokey, Gunner. I'm sorry to call you this impromptu, but I also received a call that Summer had an accident and went unconsci
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I've got more than a fucking thought running through my head and the more I try to calm down, that's when I want to grab the heads of the men who kidnapped my sister and squash them like pulps. "Don Sorvino?" Smokey calls out and I swirl around to face him. "Yes, Smokey?" I answer leaving Matteo to keep making calls to all my men available on the field to track the men that took Michelle away. "What's going on?" Smokey offers kindly and I respond to him. "From what I know, my baby sister thinks she is responsible for whatever is happening to Summer. That's fucking not true. It's an accident and she has let her rational thoughts to drag her into shit she can't explain," I blurt out. The vibrating sound of my phone makes me frown at that and I pull the phone from my pocket. "Let me have this," I state as I answer and bring it to my ear. "Sinclair... Don't comply, they want to blackmail you," I hear Mich's voice but it gets silence and her
***MICHELLE'S POV***Fear grips my throat as I look around the room I have been kept in. I don't know how long I've been holed up here but this is not good. I shouldn't even have run away, but my conscience wouldn't let me stay there, knowing I hurt Summer so badly. She could even die. "No, no! She wouldn't," I let out, crying gently, letting all my tears run down my cheeks. The house is a two-storey building and the surroundings are just grass and neighbors. I wonder if someone could hear me out. This is one of those times I hate being a Sorvink because I get targeted. I've been threatened once and Dad put bodyguards on me. I don't know how long I kept resenting it until I couldn't do so anymore. Now, I've been kidnapped. With tears running down my eyes, I walk over to the window and try opening it. Locked.Of course, it has to be locked. No sensible kidnapper will leave the door open for their price to run away. When I hear footsteps in the hallway, I rush b
I ***SINCLAIR'S POV***I am on my way to MoGack when the phone starts ringing again. My men have traced the signals of the calls and it is from an enclosed house, my mind is crazy, and with everything my tech guys are having it sure. By nightfall, we will be in MoGack. I've got my.45 Colt ready and I am with my men, ready to give out a good show at that motherfucker. He still hasn't shown his face and the fuck is his name. I just need a name to track him down. From his voice, he sounds like a sick fucker with a dead wish. The phone in my hand starts ringing and I frown when I see a video call. I answer, waiting to see what is going on. I answer and Michelle's face is swollen as it comes forth in the camera. I feel the bile rise in my throat as my face darkens with anger. "Son of a bitch!" I bite out angrily, gritting my teeth, anger searing through me. "Sinclair? Help me, please," she is begging and I don't want her to go through this. "You have one thing to sa
***SUMMER'S POV***The pounding sounds in my head are disheartening, especially when I open my eyes and feel the room spinning around. The white-painted walls are strangely familiar, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. When I hear two familiar voices speaking, I open my eyes, happy to know that the men fit the voices."Smokey? Gunner?" I call out gently and I am surprised they rush to me, holding each side of my hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, Summer. We are so sorry that you had an accident. Are you alright? Does it hurt? Should we call the doctor?" Gunner answers a number of questions, his blue eyes sparkling as he watches me intensely. "I'm fine, Gunner. Just a mother of a headache," I screech out. He nods, his eyes glancing over at Smokey before landing on me. "Is anything the matter?" I inquire, raising my brows at him.."No, of course not," Gunner drugs. Smokey hands me a glass of water with a straw on it and I occupy myself drinking from it, contented
***SUMMER'S POV***Smokey returns from the call and his eyes are dark as he peruses the area. "What's going on?" Gunner asks as Smokey walks up to me and sweeps me off the bed. "I'm getting you out of here. There are some men who just parked at the parking lot and they have loaded weapons," he says. "They could be anyone. They could be Sorvino's men coming to guard Summer," Gunner says. I try to nod but this thick feeling in my guts tells me I am wrong. "I don't know what's going on but those aren't Sorvino's men," Smokey bites out and Gunner takes the rest of my shit. "But I am still very weak and need medical attention," I cry out. "You can choose to go now or die. You told us Uncle Yuri didn't know where you were right? What if these are his men?" I demand holding my hands around his neck."He doesn't know. Gunner says he made sure to fill out the form at the reception. I guess he caused that," I mouth out. Gunner shrugs and I nod. "We will need painkillers
***MATTEO'S POV***My blood is churning in me. All I want is to lay my hands on the fucker that hurt Michelle. Whoever the fuck he is has no sense in what he is doing because they touched what is mine. I've got my guns ready and as we approach the house, I wait on Sinclair, waiting on his instructions. Do you want Rocco Milani dead?" I ask, looking out the window. "Yes, if he poses as much as a threat, take the motherfucker down. I didn't ask him not to be good enough to climb the mafia ladder. He fucked up, I don't see reasons why he should put that on me," Sorvino says. At exactly nine p.m. We reach the street and on Sorvino's order, we come down, walking like different men, following different routes. "Kill any of Rocco's men too. No one comes out alive except Michelle," he orders. We all babe our revolvers in place and with that consideration in hand, we walk out of the place, my eyes beady as I check out for any enemy on our side. None. With the differen
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I hear gunshots and I rush downstairs, anger grating through me. I am just from Rocco's office and he isn't there, I just guessed that he will be in the attic, thus I rush over. I grab the handle and open it just in time to hear Rocco's annoying laughter. "Trapped like a little mouse," he says ewaving his gun at Matteo and a sopping Michelle in his arms. She looks like her face was in a wrestling match with a professionala boxer. Anger makes me furious, my teeth gritting against one another. "Not so fast," I yell out taking a shot and it hits his hand, causing the gun to fall on the ground, Rocco writhing with pain. I rush to take the gun away from him, but he attacks me, pushing me to the ground and grunting in my face. "Son of a bitch. You destroyed my life. I already had a future, a family with the Milanos but you took it down," he yells punching me in the face. I fight him off my body, and stand, my gun ointing at him. "Why did you do
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