Daddy's Halloween (Yes, Daddy Book 4)

by Lena Little

  “I’ll listen!” I cry out, but it only falls on deaf ears.

  “Aaaah, now she suddenly remembers right before she’s about to get her cute little ass whipped.”

  The sound of his belt buckle unfastening perks up my ears and as it falls from the clasp so do my defenses. I want this, as much as I don’t want to admit it out loud.

  Suddenly there’s the whooshing of his belt through the loops and the crack of leather as he folds it in half.

  Crack!

  The belt comes down across my bare bottom and my entire body jerks, every muscle tightening and something else I never would have expected tightening right along with it.

  My pussy.

  As much as the back of me feels more alive than I’ve ever been, my opening feels more dead, more empty, more needy without something to fill me. Something of his. Something that’s missing.

  The belt comes down against my ass again and I yelp, my skin burning from the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure.

  “Yell all you want. There’s nobody coming to save you,” he warns before he spanks me yet again and again and again.

  Finally the sound of the belt hitting the ground signifies that this round of punishment is done. My chest is heaving. I can’t catch my breath. And I want to be fucked so bad I can’t even think straight.

  “Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy, princess?”

  “Yes,” I pant. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

  “Just to give you one last reminder of what happens when you don’t comply.” And with that his bare hand comes down on my ass, staying there and gripping one globe hard until suddenly I feel the back of one of his knuckles graze against my folds and then he readjusts his grip so the tip of one finger is pressing against my opening.

  Oh. My. God.

  If he didn’t have a hold of me right now I’d either fall on the floor or push myself back onto his finger so he’d penetrate me for the first time. Slowly the digit applies more pressure until he slides inside me, my mouth opening wide and my neck jerking out, but no noise at all passing from my lips.

  He probes inside, motioning his finger in a come hither motion directly on my spot until I start humming from my chest and grunting from my throat.

  “Right there, Daddy,” I say, my head falling forward as I bite into my forearm.

  I’m so so close, but for some reason I just can’t get there. I’m not embarrassed anymore, it’s just…something else. Something I can’t put my finger on as he continues to put his finger exactly on my G-spot.

  His other hand moves to the back of my neck, massaging me hard as he continues fingering me. After the brief, but intoxicating, pressure on my neck, his hand flattens out and he drags his palm right down my back, my spine arching until he stops in the middle of my back and slides his hand around the front.

  His thumb and index finger drag along my skin until they find my nipple, tweaking it as the thumb on his other hand starts circling my clit while he adds his middle finger to his first, entering me with both fingers now, stretching me wide.

  I’m on the edge of a cliff looking over, ready to tumble to an earth shattering climax but I can’t quite relax, can’t quite get in the right mental space.

  And he must sense it too. “I know what you want little girl and it’s time you take it. Take what Daddy’s giving you and do what Daddy says.”

  “I’ll do what you say, Daddy.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes. Yes. Anything.”

  “Good,” he grunts. “Come for Daddy. Come all over my fingers.”

  And just like that his permission unleashes the dike inside me and my body quakes like an earthquake as I unload the most mind-bending orgasm right onto his fingers.

  My body clenches hard, and my hole claims his fingers, trying to milk the come out of the dick my body wants so badly to be buried deep inside me.

  Time stands still until finally my body stills and I grab hold of his legs, allowing me to look back over my shoulder at him.

  I feel his fingers slide out of me and he brings a cupped hand to his mouth as if what he’s holding in his palm will cure every disease known to mankind.

  Keeping his eyes locked on mine he licks straight up his palm and my jaw drops, which allows him to bring two fingers to my lips and rub my own juices across. My lips close down on his fingers and I suck them dry, tasting myself in a way I would have considered beyond gross twenty-four hours ago, but right now it makes complete sense.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I say as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. “For what you just did.”

  “What I just did? Sweetheart…we’re just getting started.”

  12

  Henry

  I grab Hannah by the hips and launch her onto the bed, which allows me to stand and reach for the plastic Halloween pumpkin I carried from the kitchen, burying my hand inside and digging around until I find what I’m looking for.

  The shirt has ridden up high enough that now I can see what’s mine…that pretty, pink, glistening pussy.

  “Just starting?” she questions through damn near rattling teeth. “You mean there’s more punishment?”

  “No more punishment for now. Now it’s time to find out exactly why you’re my Little Treat.”

  I peel back the wrapper of a Snicker’s bar and slide my elbows onto the bed, getting my face less than a foot from the thing I want more than anything in the world…her innocence.

  But first a little day after Halloween inventory, to see exactly what kind of treat I got this year.

  I’ve already tasted her sweetness and it’s brought out something feral in me, something forbidden.

  As I get the last of the wrapper removed I bring the edge of the candy bar to her opening, realizing the Snickers is nearly as wide or as thick as two of my fingers, which I really had to struggle to get inside of her.

  I carefully insert the bar and watch as her pussy clenches, pulling it up farther inside her body. “You’re going to make my tongue dive really deep, aren’t you?”

  “I…I don’t know what’s happening.”

  “What’s happening is Daddy is going to taste his Little Treat, but this time…directly.”

  My face dives forward and I bite off all the Snickers bar that’s not inside her, spitting it to the side on the imported carpet from Morocco. My mouth hurries right back to where it was, this time I engulf her pussy and suck, trying to will that candy bar out, but it’s not coming.

  I flick her nub with the tip of my tongue before sending it inside her, swirling it around trying to loosen the chocolate nutty dessert.

  “Your lips feel so good,” she moans, her hands finding my hair and her fingernails digging into my skull. I smile into her opening and she tightens her ass cheeks, moving her slit vertically, painting my face with her sticky goodness.

  “Focus on pushing that damn thing out of you, so I can get my tongue in deeper,” I command, but she’s too inexperienced to make it happen despite all the grunting and flexing in the world.

  I move my tongue around the outside of the candy bar, tasting the chocolate mixed with her muskiness and my cock pulsates against my trousers, beating like a drum.

  As I get more and more of the candy bar into my mouth I stop, inserting a finger and prying the rest out and tossing it to the side. My mouth finds her opening again, taking her bead in my mouth and twisting it around carefully, sucking on it, making it even more engorged and needy.

  “I need to come again, Daddy.”

  “Don’t tell me. Ask me, baby,” I mumble into her middle.

  “Can I…Can I…”

  “Don’t you dare come without my permission,” I scold, knowing she’s damn close.

  “Can I come, Daddy,” she whimpers.

  “Where, Little Treat. Where do you want to climax?”

  I want to hear her say it. Need to hear it.

  “All over your face, Daddy. Can I come all over your face?”

  “Fuck my face, ba
by girl. Come. Come all over me and fill my mouth with your juices.”

  And that’s exactly what she does, her body jerking as she unleashes, my tongue rolled out and up inside her like a red carpet as her juices slide right down my throat.

  And I don’t spill a drop.

  Her body continues flopping like a fish until finally she stills. I bury my nose inside her and breathe in deep. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life. If only I could I’d bottle it up and rub a drop of it underneath my nose every hour for the rest of my life. Her scent gives me energy. Hell, I’d probably accomplish more in half an hour with her musky cologne than I would in a week without it. And I’m already very efficient and prolific.

  “That was amazing,” she says from her back, her chest still moving up and down.

  “You say it in the past tense.”

  “We’re done, aren’t we?”

  “I say when we’re done, little one.”

  “Henry, I’m not sure I can take more right now.”

  “You’ll take more all right, when we’re both ready.”

  “I can hardly wait.”

  “The wait will determine if you’re good or bad.”

  She smirks. “I’m not sure if being good or being bad will get me what I want quicker.”

  “Then maybe you’ll have to try both and find out.”

  13

  Hannah

  The next morning

  The next morning, after Henry and I wake up and have breakfast, he takes me to his office where he shows me all kinds of security tools he uses on a daily basis. But there’s one that attracts my attention more than others.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “This is something we’ve been working on for quite some time.” He pauses. “Just like many phones these days emit something similar to a force field, this wearable piece of tech would do something similar.”

  “Cell phones don’t emit force fields…do they?”

  “They do. That’s how your phone knows to run when your hand gets close to it, depending on the model you have. Well, this device would function more like a ray gun, basically turning a woman’s cell phone into an antenna that shoots out a very high frequency radio beam that penetrates the skin to a depth of one sixth-fourth of an inch which is just enough to hit the nerves which creates an instant sensation of heat, which makes anyone hit with it try and get out of the way as soon as possible. And once you get out of the way you the pain goes away.”

  “That sounds like something out of a Sci-Fi movie.”

  It was featured on 60 Minutes back in 2008, but it was on a much grander, military scale. This would be something different, much smaller and more compact, but hopefully would make a lot of women feel safer about walking home at night, taking the bus by themselves, even going camping in a place where there might be bears.

  “It’s that powerful.”

  “It is, but the best part is that, although it feels like scalding water when you're in its path, the minute you step away it disappears…and there are no lasting marks or effects.”

  “And you see every woman having one of these?”

  “I sure hope so, and not just women, but anyone who is in a position where their safety is in danger.”

  “Who would regulate it and control it and things like that?”

  “That’s the last kink we’re trying to work out, to make sure it gets to where it needs to go and not where it doesn’t. But we’re getting closer, that’s for sure.”

  “You really take security seriously.”

  “Gotta keep my little angel safe.”

  I smile as he pulls me in for a hug. He shows me some of the other things they’re working on and just as we’re about to leave I mention how I could have used some of these things on my ex-boss.

  He grabs my hand firmly and pauses, squaring his shoulders up to mine. “About that.”

  I cringe wondering what’s coming next and if I even want to know.

  “You don’t have to worry about that pile of garbage anymore. He’ll never bother you again.”

  I swallow hard, but my mouth is dry. It feels like I’ve been sucking on cotton. “What do you mean? What did you do?”

  “There are certain things in the security industry that need to remain…well…secure. All you need to know is that he’ll never so much look in your direction again, and he certainly won’t bother you. Not him and not anyone else as long as I’m upright and breathing. As a matter of fact I don’t even need to be upright, or breathing.”

  “Huh?”

  “My team has been informed that your safety is paramount. Let’s just say we’ve all got your back, so you’ll never have to look over your shoulder again.”

  “I hope you didn’t rough him up too much.”

  “Believe me, he deserved what he got. We used our connections to pull up a criminal history and let’s just say that what I read definitely didn’t put him on the list to receive a Christmas card from me.”

  I nod.

  “So now you’re free, just like all the other women he tormented. Free to do whatever you wish without the need to worry. Free to live your life on your own terms, for yourself.”

  Suddenly his cell phone emits an unusual beeping sound and he steps off to the side. “Sorry, I have to take this.”

  I hear him say, “Roger that,” a few times and look at his watch. Whatever this is must be serious.

  He ends the call and tells me we need to go, pronto. Says that he’s going to take me to the lobby where a car will be pulling up in literally twenty seconds to pick me up and take me home. He’s got something urgent to attend to, but the man who’s driving is his right hand man…and that I’m safe.

  I nod, but don’t tell him how I really feel. All I can do is look out the back windshield after I enter the long, black car and it pulls away. I just want to get a glimpse of him one last time, but the windshield is tinted…so I don’t even get that.

  14

  Henry

  “What do you mean she’s missing?”

  “I dropped her off at the house ten minutes ago, boss. Next thing I know the house is calling asking to confirm when she’ll arrive.”

  “Wasn’t anyone working the gate?”

  “Yes. I took her inside too. I dropped off her literally on the front steps.”

  “What’s the security footage say?” I question, my mind trying to figure out what the hell’s going on. The thought of her not in my life, and even worse taken from me, crashes down on me like a ton of bricks. If anyone has her the nine circles of hell will be a pleasure compared to what I want to do to whoever did this to her.

  I think where she might be, where her motivation could be. No clue. She seemed so happy, just like me, so complete. It makes no sense.

  I know she doesn’t have much money to her name, but I’m not sure if she has a credit card. Hell, I’d planned to give her an Amex Black card so she could buy whatever she wanted, now I’m trying to determine if she has a credit limit big enough to allow her to purchase a plane ticket last second.

  “Bus,” I say, slamming my hand on the steering wheel as I flip a U-turn in the middle of the road after confirming there’s no one behind me or in front of me. I need to keep my head and not injure any innocent people.

  I hit the gas and beeline it to the bus station, where I throw the car in park and quickly run to the platform. I want to call out her name, but I don’t. If she is trying to escape and she hears me she might hide.

  There are so many questions right now but no answers.

  I stalk the bus station until I see someone who looks like her. It’s not an exact match, but maybe she’s done this on purpose to throw me off. I stare at the side of the person’s head on the bus that’s pulling out, running to the driver and alerting him to stop the bus, just as someone reaches across her and pulls the curtain shut.

  Shit! She’s being abducted.

  I board the bus and run to her seat, only to see it’s a man and hi
s daughter. “Quit staring at my daughter, you creep,” he says, and in this case I can’t blame the man for his words.

  “Has anyone seen a woman who looks like this woman here at the bus station in the last couple hours?”

  Crickets.

  I dart off the bus and run back into the station, looking searching until I spot what has to be one of my oversized T-shirts…and it’s being worn over a pair of leggings she had on when she arrived.

  Jackpot!

  I race toward her, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks, tears in her eyes.

  “I have the same question for you. What’s wrong, Little Treat. Just tell me. We can solve this right now.”

  “You said you didn’t want me anymore.”

  “What?” I question, my head jerking back. “I’d never say that in a million years.”

  “Ok, not your words exactly but you said I was free to live my life.”

  I try and think back, my facial expression twisted as I rack my brain for what in the hell she’s talking about.

  “Wait. You mean after I told you about your ex-boss?”

  “Yes!” she practically shouts. “It was about as clear as could be without you coming out and being mean and just telling me to go.”

  “Baby girl, you listen to me and you listen to me good,” I say, cupping her face and getting so close to her our noses are almost touching. “What I was saying is you were free to live your life without fear. You weren’t free to go. You’re mine, and when you’re mine that means always. Understand?”

  “But everything is taken care of now. The clothes you ordered for me arrived. Thank you for those. You took care of the guy bothering me and you paid off dad’s house. You basically said ‘everything is setup back where you were, now you can safely go back home.’”

  “Not what I was saying at all, Little One. You’re not free from me. Once I laid eyes on you you were mine forever. Sure, I took care of that jerk for you, but I also did it for me. I couldn’t sleep well at night knowing there was someone out there after you and Daddy hadn’t taken care of it yet. That’s my job as your Daddy…to make sure you never worry about anything, ever. And I can’t look myself in the eye and know I’m a good Daddy when there are threats to you on this earth. That’s not only bad for me as a man, and your Daddy, but makes my business look bad. If that’s not three strikes your out I don’t know what is. But let me clarify, sending you away never crossed my mind until just now as I’m trying to explain everything. This was always about us, and me not wanting to be a failure as your Daddy.”