***SUMMER'S POV***'FUCKKKKK!!! FUCK! FUCKK! FUCK IT!'I should never have baited Sinclair. Goddamn it. But I couldn't resist it. He is so attractive, he even smirks like the fucking devil. No man has ever touched me like this. Well, except uncle. I don't want to think about that. No one has touched me this intimately, yet, I let Sinclair touch me like that. He finger fucked me and oh! I loved every moment of it. Watching him slip down my body and out of the bed, disappointment watches over me as I glare at him. Fun time is over and a cold mood has washed over the atmosphere. "Sinclair," I call out gently. "Call me, Mr. Sin, Summer. Nothing's changed," he warns and I shudder. I feel my heart break a tinge, and tears hit the back of my eyes, I quickly blink away because I need to be brave to face a man like Sinclair. Composing myself, I speak out again. "Mr. Sin, I would like you to uncuff me, it is becoming uncomfortable," I state and he stops mid-walk and swi
***SUMMER'S POV***I don't know how long I had been asleep but I knew by the time I opened my eyes that it was morning. Also, when I jerked my hands to cover my mouth, as I yawned, my eyes widened in shock."He freed me," I mutter, a small smile perching across my lips. Stretching out, I feel so relaxed as I put out my hands, relaxing on the soft bed. Sin had finger fucked me last night and thinking about how I begged him to make me cum, I blush a pretty hue staining my cheeks. My daydream spell breaks when I slip out of bed and my injured leg hits the carpet. Mewling in pain, I give out a small shriek as I climb on the huge bed. "Owie! My leg hurts," I murmur looking around me. With the way the room is eerily calm, I know Sinclair isn't here. Sniffing, I use the back of my hands to clean the tears that had slipped out of my face, then, I walk to the door and try the doorknob. "Locked. I should have known so," I exclaim as I skidaddle back to the massive flo
***SIN'S POV***It's around ten p.m. When all of my work meetings are over I just bought myself a good deal in Seattle. I am getting bigger here, but that doesn't mean I don't control Pembroke District no more. "Mr. Sin," Matteo says opening the car door as I slip out of the car. My muscles are taut and I just want to go to bed and relax, but I know that wouldn't be possible. Throughout the day, one thought has been running through my mind. What is Summer doing? I know Poppy did a great job keeping her locked, but I want to set my eyes on her, to know how she is doing. Why the fuck am I having such thoughts running through my mind? I wonder softly. Getting out of the car, I nod at Matteo, knowing he must be tired as well. "Go freshen up, Matteo, you are dismissed till tomorrow," I order and he nods, carrying my suitcase inside. The moment I take the first step into the house, the atmosphere shifts and the guards scurry away. With how hung their heads are, I kn
***SUMMER'S POV***I am hungry and tired but all of that dissolves when Sinclair Sorvino walks into the room and pulls out his gun at me. My breath catches in my throat as I glare at him. That's it, I am going to die here and now. Smokey might miss me, and I know Gunner is going to mourn my death. "I gave you your freedom, Redhead, why did you abuse it? You shouldn't have," he barks out, speaking directly to me. "You think that I fucking care? I will try running away from you until I succeed in leaving," I shout out. With his gun dancing around my face, he removes the cuffs and with his hand into my hair, Sinclair yanks me over to him. Our faces are a breath apart and I have to stretch my neck behind to see his face. Sinclair looks mad and ready to murder. That causes me to shiver, and although I mask it, I know he feels it, and that isn't difficult at all. "Well, little miss Summer, you have been nothing but trouble since you stepped into my house. I can tolera
***SUMMER'S POV***'That's it, I belong to Sinclair Sorvino,' I sigh as I wash yesterday's trouble from my body. I found the clothes Poppy had brought to me yesterday to change into and slip in it. I felt bad about sorry about hurting her, but she had it coming when she snubbed me. A grey gown, precisely a flowery dress. The glass slippers are beautiful, and I feel extremely pretty. I decide to braid my hair into four and leave.I am out of the door and heading downstairs when I feel someone grasp my arm. "Ouch!" I mouth out as I am yanked into a dark room and the door is shut. When I hear the light flick, I am startled to see Matteo breathing down my neck. "You little punk," he blurts out. That gets me mad and I stare at him, fuming. "Why would you say that?" I ask angrily. Matteo squeezes his grasp on my arm, making me cry out. "Mr. Sin wouldn't have any time for you, ever. Now, I don't know what little game you have in mind," he says and I shudder in fear. I k
***SIN'S POV***Summer is a charmer, she literally does nothing but here I am begging only for friction from her.With my cock out of my boxers, I hear her gasp and I smirk at her. "That would never fit," she cries out and I chuckle. With my hand snaking to her neck, I stare at her and then, kiss her gently. "You are so wet and needy, little pet, you are ready to take me, so be a good girl and take all of my dick in your sweet little pussy," I muses and she nods, throwing her head backward, letting me start my ascend with my cock. "Oh, sweet little pussy, look at it gripping my cock, Argh! I think I am going to cum just at how tight it fucking is," I confess, pushing again into her. "Please, more," she begs and I almost lose control of my sanity. Continuing, I don't waste time until I am fully embedded in her and then, I start rocking my hips. The look of pure ecstasy on Summer's face makes me lean over and kiss her. She reciprocates, opening her mouth to moan.
Matteo's face is a smug grin when he spots me as he follows me out to the car. "Mr. Sin, Mr. Cabero is ready for the meeting," he states. "Let's get this done with," I order, entering the car. Vincent Cabero is the Mexican Cartel I am having a meeting with today. His deal in exporting weapons to the state is clean and with forces like his, I think I would have stronger weapon forces in case a war breaks out with other mafia Lords. An hour later, I walk into the warehouse where the meeting is taking place and the guards show me to to office where Vincent is waiting for me."Mr. Sorvino," he states pushing his hand out to greet me. Taking it, I curl my lips in an old fashion smile. He has three men in his office and my four men behind me, it makes the room small and with a nod of his head, all of the men leave. "I am glad you could have this meeting with me," I utter and he smiles wittily. "You say you want to expand your territory in Seattle, what's better than a gun deal, Mr.
***MICHELLE'S POV***I hate being born in the mafia, and I hate the fact that Daddy treats me like a baby, and Sinclair too. I've known Sinclair part of my life, and although distant, he has been my role model, I know he loves me too, but it's just that he just provides for me and that's it. Coming to Seattle, I know what is up. Matteo Sanchez.He is my boyfriend of one year now and we have succeeded in keeping our relationship apart from Sinclair. We've got caught kissing by two of the guards now, but Matteo threatened to kill them if they breathed a word to Sinclair. Fuck! They all will be dead when Sinclair finds out, thus, we are being extremely careful with the way we thread. At exactly five p.m., my plane lands and I scurry out of the cabin, carrying only my single box. I need to go shopping for new clothes. I love shopping, Oh, and clubbing too.Entering the clearance part of the airport, I sigh as I head out, knowing my ride will be here. "Miss Sorvino?" a
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