***SINCLAIR'S POV***It is past seven a.m. when I enter the hospital and rush to the hospital reception desk. "I can see Remmington? Summer Remmington," I say and wait for the nurse to check it out. Her head pops up from the desk and she shakes it. "No Summer Remmigton on the list," she says politely. I get confused and stare at her in shock. "What do you mean by that? I ask in confusion. She keeps typing on her cell phone, ignoring me. That causes me to get mad. slapping my hand on the table, I growl at her angrily. "What the fuck is going on here? I want to see Summer," I bark out and the nurse stares at me, shrieking before speaking. "You will have to live now or I will call the security guard to check you out," she said frowning at me. I turn around to face Matteo and shake my head. "I don't know what is going on but I am not liking it no one but. I'm going to check the supposed room that Summer was in last night and then, If I don't fucking find her there
***SUMMER'S POV***FIVE DAYS LATERMy swollen ankle has gotten worse and walking is a nightmare for me. That isn't even what is bordering me, it is that I miss Sinclair. He has become a better part of my life, seeing how I spent most of it with him. But for now, it is better if Uncle Yuri loses track of me. With information from Smokey and Gunner, it is confirmed that Yuri is in town and Salvador is in fact here too, tracking every bit of my movement, wanting to figure out what is going on and why I have not been found yet. For now, we live at a cabin by the sea, the woods are large and Smokey says we could make a run for it in case being discovered. Hopefully, we don't. Gunner gets all of our food and Smokey cooks it, they wouldn't want me to lift a pin, and that's bad. Right now, both men are away and I am bored. Five hours and I haven't seen them, they've kept me off the radar, and not even Sinclair has gotten in contact with me. I grab a dishcloth and
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I've been moody for the last six days without Summer at home and everyone knows it. I've tried to track down what happened at the hospital but Matteo said it seems like records on Summer were erased and the files burnt out. He searched on Summer Remmington and nothing came up. Nothing for real. A bloody human with no traces of existence. Whatever is going on with Summer isn't good and I need to find her. I am in my office at work and again, I don't think I can function well with everything I am facing and whatnot, so I close my computer. I've had quite a good number of meetings with Vincent Cabero and his daughter. I am getting power over the city. I like that. In a couple of months all of these will be mine, effortlessly built my empire from scratch and they are going to watch me enjoy it. My phone starts ringing and I grab it, putting it in my ear. "Sorvino? it's Gunner, you need to come over here quick please, we are having a situat
***SUMMER'S POV***I must be dreaming, it must be the fever because I just fucking saw Mr. Sin here in the cabin with me.I close my eyes and drown into a slumber. I hear people talking far away, that causes me to open my eyes. At first, the room is normal, then, I hear badging on the door and a couple of people yelling out. Gunner's voice resonate in my ears and I jump out of bed, grittimg my teeth as I hear Sinclair's voice. This wasn't all a dream, I fucking new it. And if Sinclair is here that means this is bad news. I roll out of bed and secure my cruthces. I feel warm than anything and discover I am in warmer clothes, something I didn't wear. It is still raining outside and although it is better now, the house is comfortably warm. I like it. Walking into the room, I spot out the men at one another's throat, Smokey holding Gunner and Matteo grasping Sinclair. "Let him go, Matteo, I will beat his ass if he as much as come closer to me or my girl," Gunner bites out. "You
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I have to get Summer out of here but from the look of things, I fucking can't believe these dickheads wouldn't give me her. As I sip my coffee, I watch Gunner come out of Summer's room and he arranges his trousers. As I grab my cell, standing, I stare warmly at him. "What's going on?" I demand. "Summer is sleeping. I don't know, she wanted me to stay awhile with her, that is what I was doing," he blurts out. With how his trousers are bulging, I know how it goes, his hand against his trousers and how he breathes out his chest making weird movements. He sits close to Smokey and they start chatting in low tunes. Matteo walks up to me. "Michelle is home alone. Do you think we can make it home before she starts worrying about your whereabouts?" he states, and I shoot daggers at him and he lifts his hands up, throwing it lightly. "Tell me, Matteo, what's your relationship with my sister?" I question. Matteo's face scrunches as he stares at me
***MATTEO'S POV***It is past one a.m. when I enter the house, and I walk to the second floor, knowing that I want to be with only one woman today. the day has been hectic and I'm exhausted. I instruct two of Sorvino's men to take two cars to the location I give them. They will leave a car for Sinclair and return in the other. With that, I rasp gently on Michelle's door and wait for her to answer. No reply. Frowning, I think she must be sleeping but when I twist the knob open, it sways all the way in and the bed is neatly made without a sign of Michelle in bed. I start panicking when I decide to go downstairs and ask where she is. I meet Killian in the kitchen eating from a takeaway plate. "Hey, Matt, everything okay?" he questions. "Sure. Have you seen Michelle?" I demand raising a brow at him. "Have you checked the theater room? I bet she will be there," he says wriggling his brows at me.I nod, taking off and heading towards the theater room. The lights are
EMMAI’d been so confused and hurt after I got off my shift last night. I’d worked so hard to look sexy for Damian but all he’d wanted to do was cover me up. For a moment when he first came up to me, I’d thought I’d seen a look of pure possessive fury come over him when he’d seen the way the customers were staring at me, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself of the impossibility of it. If he felt possessive or worried about me, then why would he just go off and disappear for the rest of the night?No, I needed to really up my game if I was going to get Damian’s attention, and this morning I’d woken up with a brilliant plan. I was going to get him to notice me, and this outfit was going to do the trick. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The tiny athletic shorts barely covered my ass, and the sports bra made my tits look fantastic. The roller skates were also giving me a bit of height, making my legs look better than ever. Smiling, I grabbed my sunglass
***MICHELLE'S POV***Sex with Matteo is great and oh, if I hadn't taken my birth control pills I might have been with Matt's baby right now. As I turn around, I feel my boyfriend's hand tighten around mine and I smile, loving how conscious he is when he is around me. We spent the night together and I don't know what time it is, but I know I don't want to make it out of bed today. "Good morning, Angel," he twirls me around and I giggle pleasantly, and he kisses the tip of my nose, causing me to giggle. "Good morning, Matt," I say and we plunge into an uncomfortable silence. He caresses my body and after a while, I feel his cock thickening above me. My eyes bulge as I shake my head, knowing how much we fucked last night. "My pussy hurts, Matteo. Don't even think about getting any closer to me this morning," I blurt out."Fine, I'll go leak," he says and scrambles out of the bed, walking towards my bathroom naked. My eyes bulge as I glare at my man walk to my bath
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