***SINCLAIR'S POV***I pin Summer on the bed, grabbing both her hands and placing them above her head before she can register what is going on. "STOP! You can't do that," she cries out. "Do what exactly?" I demand feigning innocence."Force a reply out of me," she blurts out. "I wouldn't force one if you just downright tell me the truth. What the fuck is going on?" I demand. Summer stays calm but the turbulence of her eyes makes me know she is worried. "My Uncle Yuri is after me. He doesn't need to know I am in your house, if not, that will bring a war," she says. A war? The only war I foresee is a turf war, and that would mean Summer is affiliated with some powerful man. "What is that?" I demand and trust her, I let go of her hand, watching her scramble into a sitting position by the bed. "Yuri Remmington is my Uncle. I ran away from him the night..." she stutters and chokes out. I frown, knowing that she has been abused. "That motherfucker touched you? I will se
***SINCLAIR'S POV***At ten p.m. I walk in with Jasmine in my arms, her tight smile brilliant as she walks close to me with her pretty emerald gown, to meet the theme of the party. "Thank you for doing this for Father," she mutters, standing as I pick a champagne flute, and handing it to her. Taking a sip of mine, I glare at her nodding my head. "I am doing this for you, darling. Not that bastard of your Pa. Left on me, he should fucking rut in hell," I exclaim. "No, please don't say that about him," she stutters, her eyes already forming with crystal tears. "You need to be firm on Cabero, Jasmine, you can't keep letting him force his decisions on you," I say angrily. "Why? Just like the way he keeps forcing me to have an affair with you? I know that wouldn't work," she grunts out. The way I shoot her a deadly glare, she grunts and stays calm. "This is a favor I am doing for you until your boyfriend can take over his responsibilities and get away with you," I state.
***MATTEO'S POV***Sinclair is a fucking lunatic. First, he kidnaps a Cartel's daughter and sends her to his mansion, next, he kills all her fucking bodyguards. Bad news. That is so fucking bad. As I enter rushing through the stairs, I hear squeaking sounds from the other Hall, I don't care to check it out because I know Sinclair will be there. I guess the ladies are asleep already. I make it to my bedroom and lying on the bed, I think about Michelle, if something happens to her, what will I do? what will I even make of all my time to do with my life? Grabbing my phone, I check the time and frown at it. I message Mich and wait for her reply. When my phone beeps, I rush towards it and grab the phone, staring at the message ID. Michelle: Come over?she asks. I roll down the bed and discreetly make it to the door of my woman's room, breathing ecstatically, as I wait patiently. I have a basket of packed-up snacks, and when Michelle opens the door, I am surprised to see
NEW STORY ALERT!!!! HEY READERS, CONTINUING ADDISON'S STORY. ENJOY I think I am still in shock, but I recover and just shake my head. This man is the same old Liam, but now he was something totally new as well. “So what are your plans for today?” Liam asks me. I can see that he is trying to make the situation somewhat better, but I still feel like I’m a burden.Lately I feel like that all the time. I know that it’s not true, but for the last few months, I feel like I need everyone’s help and that I can’t stand on my own. I knew that this might happen when I decided to leave Jared, but what I did not think about was how it was going to affect me mentally.“I’m not really sure,” I say, pouring the hot water into my tea mug. “I might go for a walk, or maybe just sit outside for a bit.” I can hear how pathetic my voice sounds and I know that it must be killing Liam to hear it. “Well, whatever you decide to do, I’m here if you need me. I’m working from home today, so I’ll be in my office
“Only if you promise to come shopping with me for a few new outfits. Everything is slowly starting to become too small on me and I hate it,” I say with a chuckle.“Absolutely!” she practically yells.I tell her I’ll call her later in the week and finish up my shopping.Dinner is just about ready when Liam comes walking in the door.“What smells amazing?” he asks, kissing my cheek.“Nothing special, just dinner,” I say, trying to hide my smirk. I know he knows. I have made this dinner before for him when we were still together. “Woman, I swear that if you’re making what I think you’re making, I’m going to love you forever.”I laugh when he says this. “You said the same thing the last time I made this dinner for you.”He picks me up and spins me around, causing me to squeal. “Put me down,” I say, hitting his shoulder.He places me back on my feet and looks me straight in the eyes. Then ever so slowly he leans down and kisses me. This kiss is not like the rough and tough kisses from befor
Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.I open up his door and go inside with him. He instantly goes sniffing around my pockets to see if I had anything for him.“Mooch,” I say, pulling out a carrot to give to him. “Always looking for food.”I learned a long time ago that whenever I come into the stables, to always have some sort of treat with you. Bribery is always a good thing when it comes to these animals, and Harvey loves treats.He gives his head a shake, as if to say yes, and I laugh.“Oh, Harvey, what am I going to do?” I say, petting him gently between the eyes. I put
I slowly look around the van to see if I can notice anything distinctive about it or even if I can tell where we are going, but before I can turn around, a blindfold is placed over my eyes and my hands are tied behind my back.“Make one sound and I will hurt you. Understand?” The voice comes from my left ear and I freeze with fear. It’s the man who took me. I have no doubt that he will keep his word and hurt me. Part of me believes that he will hurt me no matter what.I try very hard not to shake, but I will admit that knowing that I’m in this van and have no idea where I’m going or who is going to be there when we do finally stop, has me freaking out. I try to breathe slowly, but the gag makes it hard. Top that off with the bouncing of the van and I needed to work on not getting sick as well.“There’s no use trying to figure out where we are going, so stop trying.” Again, this comes from the last man. How he knows what I’m doing, I don’t know, but he does. I take a deep breath, as bes
Jake is silent for a few beats and then says, “I’ll get Darrel; where do you want us.”I give him directions to my house and fire up the truck. I know that I probably shouldn’t head over to the café, but I can’t help it. I need to see what happened and I need to see if those bastards left any clues as to who they are and what they want with Addison.Once I get to the café, I can see that it is very chaotic. Police are there blocking off the street and I can see Sam talking to one of the officers. I begin to head over towards her, when an officer stops me.“Sorry, sir, but I have to ask you to please stay back.” “Liam!” Sam yells.The officer that is blocking me lets me go and I head over towards her. As soon as I get close to her, she grabs me in a hug and begins to cry again. “I’m so sorry. I should have done more to try and stop them. It just all happened so fast I didn’t know what to do,” she says crying into my shirt. “Relax, Sam. It’s okay. You did great,” I say, rubbing her back
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