Addison I’M SO NERVOUS ABOUT meeting Liam’s family. Oh, it’s not like they don’t know who I am. Liam and I were together for more than two years, but that was ages ago, and things are different now. For one, I’m a divorced, pregnant, former therapist who was kidnapped by her crazy ex-husband, and Liam is still from this crazy rich family, which I remember all being estranged from one another. I’m not sure how to handle it all.I know that he said a lot has changed in the last few years, and it’s not that I don’t believe him, but I guess with everything that has happened, it is hard to believe.“Why are you thinking so hard?” Liam asks from the driver’s seat. We’re on the last leg of our little journey, and we should be arriving at his dad’s within the next two hours.“Why do you think I am thinking?” I ask, looking at him from the passenger’s seat.He laughs at me. “Peanut, I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head from over here.”I swat at his arm. “Liam, you can be so
“Okay,” Olivia says, clapping her hands, “time to come in and say hello to everyone, then you two can get settled before dinner.” Leave it to Olivia to take charge.We walk into the house, which is unbelievably gorgeous, I know that Liam and his family are well off, but this brings it to a whole new perspective. The floors are marble, the ceilings are high and spacious with chandeliers and the windows overlook a beach that is beyond amazing.Olivia takes us out back where we can hear laughter. There, sitting around in one of the cabanas and a ridiculously large pool, is Liam’s family. Most of them I know, but there are a few I don’t. I grab Liam’s hand and he looks at me and gives it a squeeze.“You got this, gorgeous,” he says.“Hey, everyone, look who I found,” Olivia says The laughter stops and everyone turns to see.“Liam,” his father says, and immediately stands up and comes over to him, wrapping his son in a hug.The scene is so sincere, that it brings me to tears. Stupid hormone
AddisonI AM BEING LAZY and lounging by the pool in one of the cabanas when I hear footsteps coming my way. Thinking that it’s Liam, I don’t even bother to move.“Hey, girl, mind if I join you?” Olivia says while taking the lounge chair next to mine.I startle a bit, clearly not expecting the person to be her, but recover quickly. “Of course, by all means,” I say, sitting up.“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she says.I wave my hand dismissively at her. “Oh no, I thought you were Liam and I was just too lazy to move.” We both laugh.“How are things going with you two?” she asks, a bit serious.There is something that I always loved about Olivia. I don’t know if it was her love of life, or the fact that no matter what life threw at her, she always was able to put on a smile and go with the flow. I secretly always wanted to be like her.Never having a sister, or even much of a family, Liam’s family became mine, and when he called things off, I not only lost him, but I lost all of them as
I laugh with her. “I will admit that when I first found out about the whole Bloom and Dad thing I was not too happy, then you add a new baby to the mix and well, things were not so good. But, I’ll admit that I was wrong on all accounts. Bloom is exactly what my dad needed and Harrison is lucky to have such a big, loving family. We may not be perfect, in fact we are far from it, but we are trying, and that says a lot. Also, I can’t wait to see who he takes after… my dad or Bloom, because either way my dad is going to have his hands full.”We both laugh at this, knowing that I’m right.“I never was a believer in fate, but I have to admit that after everything that we went through, I really do believe that fate had a lot to play in bringing us to where we are now,” she says.I never really thought about that, but now that she says it, I have to wonder what type of divine intervention had a hand in getting the two of us to where we need to be.That thought has me thinking about other thing
***SUMMER'S POV***I am so pissed off at Sinclair for fucking lying to you, all these men rounding up in the house, and that gives me chills. Jasmine has younger features and when she smiles, I see how worried she looks. When Sinclair walks in, I watch Jasmine stand and follow Sinclair, and her voice is muffled when she starts speaking. "I need to get home before dad stomps in this place," her muffled voice passes through the air and I listen to their conversation, not even ashamed one little bit"No. I am not letting you go. Cabero wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in your head, Jasmine, don't be silly," he bites out. "You think so?" Jasmine grits out. "Yeah!" he mutters out. When I had heard enough, I stood up and walked out of the kitchen, my vision blurred. Instead of making it to the top of the stairs, I pass through the backdoor and head outside.I bump into Enzo and he catches me before I fall down and we stay there, watching at one another's eyes. "I'
***SINCLAIR'S POV***Where I want Summer to keep bratting me out so that I should punish her, but she doesn't do it, rather, she wraps her arms before her and keeps her mouth shut till we reach the room. Inside, I let go of her and she massages her arm, pouting at me. "What's that baby behavior?" I bark out. "I'm tired, I will go talk to Enzo now," she says starting to walk past me. "Why? I am here, why do you need to talk to him?" I question. Summer stares at me with scorn before she bares at teeth at me. "None of your goddamn business," she throws out. This time when I wrap my arms around her waist, I pull Summer closer to me, I make sure her eyes are buried in mine, I haunt her out with my looks and as she shudders, I admire it, making her feel the power I am wielding over her. "Summer, Oh, girl! you make me lose control over you. And to think your leg still hurts and you are applying all this pressure on it," I say pushing her onto the bed and getting a hold of
AddisonWE FINALLY ARRIVE BACK at Liam’s house in Texas, and I will admit that this place feels more like home to me than any place ever has before. I know that that sounds crazy, but for some weird reason it just does. It has absolutely nothing to do with where we are, or what the house looks like, but I think it has more to do with the people who are here. The family that Liam has created here and has been generous enough to let me be a part of. The smell of the fresh country air mixed with the smell from the stables makes me smile. I never thought that I would be such a country girl, living in the big city for as long as I have, but there is just something about this place that hits me just right. I get out of the car and take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs and then letting it out is an audible sigh.I hear Liam laugh and look over at him.“What?” I ask.“Happy to be back home?”Home. Yeah, this place is my home.“Yes!” I say, closing the car door and going to help him
Those are the days that Hope and I get to hang out together.I never thought that I would love someone any more than I do Addison, but then Hope came along and I know now that there is more love to be shared. She is a beautiful, amazing little girl and I am so proud that Addison has given me the honor to be her dad.Oh, she may not be mine biologically, but that little girl is all mine. She looks just like Addison, with dark hair and eyes. She gets cranky when she’s hungry, just like her momma, and loves to be rocked to sleep. This little girl is my everything and so is her momma, and that is why I’m working my butt off for them.The Cyber Security end of Buchanan Industries is going very well and working more closely with my family has not been as bad as I thought it would be. I don’t have to travel a lot to see them, and they have even come down here a few times as well. I’ll admit that it’s nice to have them around more. I’m only sorry it took me so long to get there.Hope and I are
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