Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“You can piss on the neighbor’s lawn. You don’t belong inside my house, and you don’t speak to my houseguest. Do it again and you’ll be nursing a broken leg.”
“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t know.”
“Get out,” Chris growls and the other guy bolts to the front door.
We hear the door close and Chris whips his head to me. “What did I tell you about talking to them?”
“It wasn’t my fault. He just walked in here. I told him to leave.”
“And he didn’t listen? Should I go beat his ass for that?”
“No, don’t.”
“So you’re protecting him?”
“No, it’s just not that serious. That’s all.”
“I decide how serious it is. Now, get up and get over here.”
The dogs sit up and watch as I amble toward him. When I’m close enough, he grabs me and settles me on his lap, my hands holding onto his monster thigh. What’s going on? What is this?
“What are you doing?”
“I’m teaching you a lesson, baby girl. There’s a reason why I forbade you to talk to these men. I already told you before, right? Most of those who work for me are criminals. I thought you understood. But I guess you need a little something to make you remember.”
“What—”
“You’ve been a bad girl, so you deserve some spanking.”
Spank me? Oh god. He’s three times my size and maybe I should be terrified, but as I lift my head to watch him, the look on his face tells me this is more about pleasure than pain. I don’t know why. I don’t know how, but the idea of it is turning me on.
He hikes my dress around my waist and lowers my panties to my knees, giving him a full view of my ass.
I feel a smack on one asscheek that makes me gasp. It stings a little and I lose my breath, but I feel butterflies in my stomach and a throbbing between my legs. He massages the spot before his hand lands on the other side. My thighs cinch together, and I’m desperate to relieve the emptiness.
By the fourth stroke of his hand, my bottom is burning and I’m dripping wet. He runs a finger down my slit. “You’re such a naughty girl. You’re getting off on your punishment, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. My head is swimming as I teeter on the edge of a full-on orgasm.
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Say, ‘Please make me come, Daddy.’”
“Please make me come, Daddy.”
He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit gently. I’m already thrashing, but when he slides his middle finger, it doesn’t take long before my whole body shakes and my toes curl.
“Oh god!” I scream as an ocean tide consumes me and I cream so hard I can’t catch my breath.
When he sets me back on the floor, my knees almost give out and he loops his arms around me. If this is what he means by punishment, I should be naughty all of the time.
I don’t know why Chris came home so early, but by the time I get upstairs, he’d already left again. To my grave disappointment, he isn’t back in time for dinner either. Night falls and I take the dogs for their final run of the night. We’re only out for a few minutes when I see a light shining over the back corner of the fence. The dogs let out a slow growl and inch toward it.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Cassidy. I’m here if you want to go see your father.”
After that punishment from Chris, my head is clearer. “No, I can’t. I’m sorry you wasted your time coming here.”
He steps out of the shadows, and both dogs let out a low, guttural growl, their hackles raised. “Really? What has this guy done to brainwash you? This is your father we’re talking about.”
“I said no. Now leave me alone.”
I turn to walk away but feel a rush of air behind me. He must have climbed the fence because I feel his hands and a searing pain in the back of my head. I don’t know what he hit me with, but I drop to my knees and watch the world spin in circles around me until it goes black. The sound of the dogs barking is the last thing I hear.
8
CHRIS
Another late night in the trenches has me wired up like a stick of dynamite. All I want is to take a hot shower and see my little girl. I’m just about to lock up the office when my phone rings.
“Yeah, Bobby. What’s going on?” Bobby is on security detail at the house and never calls unless there’s an issue.
“I don’t know what to say, boss. The dogs were outside barking up a storm and the girl was nowhere to be found.”
My blood turns to molten lava inside my veins and I clench my fist. I take a few deep breaths to settle myself before asking, “What do you mean she’s nowhere to be found? Did you search the house?”