by Lena Little
“Failure? You’re everything I could have ever hoped for. Are you sure you really want this…what we have. Me?”
“Am I sure?” I ask like it’s the most outlandish question I’ve ever heard, because it is.
“Remember how I ran off earlier?”
“How could I forget?”
“I’m sorry. I’m not very emotionally intelligent and that call hit me so hard that I didn’t read your reaction. I should have known. Daddy needs to work on that, but I’ll get it…I’ll figure it out as I learn more and more about my little girl.”
“Where did you rush off to that was so urgent then?”
“A business I’ve been trying to convert to a client for years had a break-in today.”
“You went to try and get a client? That was that important to the man who has it all?”
“I don’t have it all, but he had something of mine that would allow me to truly have it all.”
“What? What kind of cryptic reply is that? It’s almost like you answered a question with a question, although the question is the one in my head, as in what in the heck are you talking about?”
“Oh I’ve got a question all right,” I say, dropping to a knee and pulling a small, black velvet box from my trouser pocket. “This is what that man was holding for me. His name? Jacob the Jeweler. And this was absolutely a special order for the most special girl in the world.”
“Oh my…” she begins as I pop open the top.
“Halloween is known for two things more than any other…tricks and treats. When you showed up at my door this Halloween my security guard, Dracula for the night, thought it was a trick. To be honest I did too at first. But once I heard you speak, saw who you were as a person, I knew you were the treat I wanted each and every year for the rest of my life. And I want to treat you to everything you could ever dream of, forever. Little Treat, you’re as sweet as they come, and you’re the only sweetheart for me.” I pause. “Baby, next year we’re going out on Halloween as Bonnie and Clyde, because you stole my heart, you little robber you. And now that it’s yours, don’t ever give it back…because I’m not giving back yours either. Make me the happiest man on the face of the earth. Be my wife…forever.”
“Yes!” she says, without hesitation and I slide the ring on her finger. Suddenly the bus station is bombarded with the sound of horns and I look up to see all the bus drivers flashing their lights and honking. “Kiss her!” one guy yells from the driver’s seat, but quickly it turns into a chant.
“I would love nothing more, because I love you,” I say, standing part way so her face is just inches from mine.
“And I love you.”
We kiss and without taking my lips from hers I scoop her up off her feet and carry her to my Range Rover.
“Time for Daddy to punish you for running away,” I whisper into her ear before I carefully place her in the passenger seat.
“I knew being naughty on Halloween had its perks,” she winks.
“It may not be Halloween on the calendar but every day is Halloween to me from now on.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve got my Little Treat, my love. Forever.”
“And I’ve got my Daddy, and it’s not a costume he drags out once a year. It’s a way of life.”
“Our way of life,” I add.
“And I love it, Daddy.”
“And I love you, Little Treat.”
15
Hannah
As soon as we’re back at Henry’s house we’re all over each other. He carries me up to his bedroom where the blinds are pulled, there are candles and rose petals all over the bed.
“When did you have time to set this up?” I mumble in-between kisses.
“I called ahead. It pays to have a staff at your home.”
I unbutton his shirt as fast as I can and he’s removing my clothes in record time too.
Seconds later we’re on the bed completely exposed to one another, and my hands reach for every part of his body, grasping his muscles as my eyes rake over those same muscles, covered in tattoos that weren’t visible when he had his clothes on.
There’s mystery to this man, and I can’t wait to learn more about him every day for the rest of our lives.
“I have to warn you about something,” he begins. “I want this so damn bad I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.”
“I have to warn you about something. I…I’ve never been with a man before.”
“Mine” he growls and brings his tip to my entrance. “I want to go slow, but it’s going to be hard.”
“Don’t go slow. Take me exactly how you want to.”
“You sure, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
And in one fell swoop his hips cock back and he thrusts inside me, filling me with his thick inches.
Everything inside my body stills then some of my muscles spasm as he stays buried to the hilt. “You ok?”
“Uh huh?” I say on a second inhale, yet to exhale after he’s entered me. “I’m ready. Take me.”
Slowly he eases out and then back in. He kisses my cheek and then his lips drag along to my mouth, claiming it and a wave of love rushes through me.
He continues rocking back and forth into me until I start to get the hang of it, finally flexing my own hips in rhythm with his, the pleasure mounting.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my wet pussy.”
“Oh fuck yeah, Little Treat,” he says, and his body finds another gear and he starts slamming into me like I’m a rag doll. My hair flops every which way until it’s covered in sweat, sticking to my face as I reach for the sheets, trying to grasp them to hold me in place but he’s too big, too much, too manly.
My body flails left and right, his hands clenching my hips as he has his way with me.
“I want you to come now, little girl. Come on Daddy’s fat cock.”
“Yes Daddy!” I scream and I unload on his rod. A second later he drives into me even deeper than before and I feel a hot jet explode inside me, painting my womb as my pussy clenches down, milking him for every last bit of his seed.
And just like that he collapses on top of me, the weight of this massive man pressing me into the mattress.
“Daddy, I…can’t…breathe,” I somewhat playfully tease, and he rolls off me, which is perfect, because now I can cuddle up right next to him.
“You’re so perfect, little one. And you’re so mine,” he says, his arms wrapped around me.
“Yes I am, Daddy. Forever.”
Epilogue
Henry
Nine months later
“Welcome home!”
“Congratulations!”
“It’s a boy!”
The cheers from the guys at the security company, my staff, and our friends echo throughout the entrance to our home as Hannah walks through the front door, me right behind her carrying little Hudson with me.
I’d been planning this out for weeks and the look on Hannah’s face, the surprise, makes it all worthwhile.
“Thank you,” she says, turning to give me a kiss.
“Don’t just thank me. Thank our family,” I say, motioning with my head toward everyone in attendance. No way I’m motioning with my hands. Hudson, my first born son, is in my arms and I'm as possessive and protective of him as a newborn baby’s dad can possibly be. Add in the fact our little guy was conceived the first time we had sex and we literally have the perfect conception.
Hannah moves over to the table where the cake is being served, and I can’t help but laugh. My Little Treat always did have a sweet tooth and after her little stint in the hospital she deserves something that tastes better than the cardboard they’ve been serving her.
A few of the guys from work gather round and tease me about being a dad. I’ll admit, before Hannah I never saw it coming myself. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned is it only takes one woman. The right woman. And then everything makes sense, everything fits into place, you become the person you
never even knew you were capable of becoming.
Because of her.
“I bet you’ve got the room with his crib locked down like Fort Knox,” Justin, one of my team members says.
“You better believe it, but he won’t even be in that room for awhile. He’ll be sleeping in my and Hannah’s room.”
The guys just nod, but I know what they’re thinking…and there’s no way they’re going to say it either. ‘How are Hannah and I gonna have sex with Hudson in our room.’
Plenty of ways. For one, I can’t wait to get my woman pregnant again. I want a big ol’ family. And two, I hired a construction team to build a little, shall we say, spare room in the basement. Secret trap door entrance in the wall and everything.
And that’s exactly where we’ll go when we want to take our daddy play to a whole other level. Let’s just say the paddles that you can find under Miss Rose Paddles, from Arizona, definitely…hit the spot if you know what I mean.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t take a wooden spoon or a hairbrush to my little girl’s bottom when she gets out of line. She has to obey Daddy’s rules after all.
But it’s not just one sided. It works both ways. Daddy has his rules too, or at least one that is more important than them all.
My Little Treat comes first, in all ways.
And even though it’s a rule, it’s not…it’s ingrained in me, naturally. I don’t even have to think about it because making her happy makes me happy. And now the best part is I get to make us happy.
I carefully take Hudson’s tiny little hand in mine and wave at his mommy who’s already going for a second piece of cake. Good girl. She needs her energy. She’s been away a few days and now that she’s back home Daddy needs to play as soon as the doctor’s cleared her.
She better pack on a few pounds because I’m going to really let loose. It’s the first time we haven’t slept in the same bed since we met and Daddy needs his little girl back by his side, in all ways.
Because she’s mine. Always.
Just like our little boy.
“I love you,” I mouth to her from across the room.
“I love you…Daddy,” she mouths back.
Extended Epilogue
Hannah
Ten years later
“Mommy! Daddy!” our kids yell in unison as they jump on the bed, waking Henry and me.
“Well, good morning, Captain America,” I say to our son Hudson. “And good morning to you too, Wicked Witch of the West,” I say to our daughter Harper. “And what do we have here? A zombie,” I add to little Hailey.
“And don’t forget the pirate!” Hunter says, a patch across his eye and a plastic sword in his hand.
“Are you guys going to wear your costumes all day?”
All four of our children nod.
I look at Henry and we just laugh.
“Ok, then,” Henry says, more agreeable than ever. “Mommy and daddy will be downstairs in a second. We’ll meet you at the breakfast table.”
“Yeah! Pumpkin pancakes!” Hailey yells, obviously taking after her mother in her love for all things Halloween, as the kids scurry out of the room. Seconds later we hear the pitter patter of their tiny feet rushing down the stairs.
“Today’s going to be interesting,” Henry says.
I just laugh and cuddle up into him.
He gives me a hug and a kiss on the forehead and then taps me on the butt, letting me know it’s time for our day to begin. In reality it already has. The kids are already going one hundred miles per hour and it’s only seven.
We head into the bathroom and I step on the scale. “Another pound,” I humph.
“What did you say, Little Treat?”
“I gained another pound. Despite the exercise I just can’t seem to lose weight.”
“Why in the world would you want to do that?”
“Look at the number on the screen and you’ll see why.”
Henry’s hand comes out of the shower and he fishes for the scale, grabbing it. I step off and he chucks it into the trash can.
“What’s that for?”
“Remember the first rule? No belittling yourself. You’ve done so well for a long time, and I’m not letting you regress.”
“But it’s true. I need to lose some weight.”
“What you need to do is get in this shower and get your spanking.”
“Oh really?”
“And make me another baby.”
I slip out of my Star Wars pj’s and into the shower with my man.
“Don’t you think four is enough?” I ask as he massages shampoo into my scalp.
“We’re a family of six now, so we’ve got to get to at least seven. It’s a lucky number after all.”
“What kind of reasoning is that?” I joke.
“I’m going to keep trying until you give in.”
“A few more minutes of this shampoo scalp massage and I just might.” I pause. “But wait. We’ve already gone with Hudson, Harper, Hailey, and Hunter. We’re going to run out of h’s.”
“Hadley, Harrison, Harmony, Hayden,” he retorts.
“Wow, you’ve really been thinking about this. Planning, huh?”
“Haven, Hendrix, Heidi—“
“Ok. Ok. I get it.”
“Hope,” he continues, but I put my hand over his mouth.
“Wait a second. Hope. I like that one.”
“Me too.”
“Hope is exactly what you gave me a decade ago when I showed up on your doorstep on Halloween.”
“And hope is exactly what your father’s family gave me when I was a kid without anywhere to turn.”
“And now we have kids of our own.”
“And a whole lotta hope.”
“Except we don’t have an actual Hope yet.”
“Sounds like you’re warming up to the idea.”
“A few strategic kisses along my neck might be very persuasive, Your Honor.”
“What about a few pounds of my gavel, instead.”
“Gavel? You’re in security, not the judicial system.”
“True, but I make the rules and I hand out the punishment,” he says, and immediately after I feel the sting of his wet hand slapping my bottom.
“Hey!” I say, lurching forward.
“Better than strategically placed kisses?” he teases.
“You know me.”
“And you know me.”
“And I know this Halloween we might just make a little treat for both of us.”
“In nine months the stork will ring our doorbell with the delivery…that kind of treat?”
“That’s the one I was thinking about,” I say, realizing I do want another child just as badly as Henry does.
“If my Little Treat is ready then that’s what’s going to happen.”
His hands spin me around and he enters me from behind, the water splashing across our bodies as he thrusts into me.
“Take me, Daddy. Cover my womb with your seed.”
“Daddy,” he grunts. “In all ways.”
“It’s what you were meant to be.”
“Daddy of soon to be five kids, and your Daddy too. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“I can. Can you pull my—“
And before I get the words out his hand knifes in my hair and he jerks my head back.
Yeah he knows me all right. Just as well as I know him. And there’s one thing I know about us more than anything…
We’re perfect together. Forever.
“I love you, little one,” he whispers into my ear from behind, before biting my lobe.
“I love you, Daddy.”
THE END
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Also by Lena Little
Yes, Daddy Series
Book 1: Daddy Next Door
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Book 2: Bossy Daddy
Book 3: Paying Daddy’s Debt
Book 4: Daddy’s Halloween (this book)