by Becca Little
“Hello, Sloane.” He smiled. “I bet you thought you would never see me again.”
“Get the fuck out of my house, Charles.” I snapped at him angrily.
“Your house?” Charles looked around. “Actually, I think I might live here for a while after you’re dead.”
“Oh, so now you’re going to kill me?” My voice raised as I glared at him.
“You took everything from me, Sloane! You shut down the Bradford Institute, you put all of the men who trusted me on the chopping block and executed them one by one!” His temper was out of control and his nostrils flared. His nose was still bruised from the punch I hit him with at the Bradford Institute.
“I did what was right! I tried to talk to you, I tried to be reasonable, but you are the one that kicked me down a flight of stairs and had your goons beat the fuck out of me!” I took a step towards him, but paused when he raised the gun towards my skull.
“You got what you deserved.” He snarled.
“So, did you.” I narrowed my eyes and scowled at him.
“The difference between you and me, Sloane, is that I’m not afraid to pull the trigger. Say hello to our grandfather when you get to hell, you son of a bitch.” He pulled the hammer back on the gun.
“NO!” I heard a voice behind me and Bianca came running down the stairs. She ran in front of me before I had a chance to react.
“Bianca, get out of here. Now!” I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her to the side so that she wasn’t in front of Charles’ gun.
“Well isn’t this interesting…” Charles chuckled. “I wondered what you did with her. You’re giving me shit because a few of my patrons had sex with the women at the Bradford Institute and you took your whore home with you! It must be nice to be such a fucking hypocrite.”
“You’re right.” Daddy nodded. “I am. I fell in love with her and I won’t deny that we’ve been intimate, but it means something to us. It is different than the men who practically raped the girls they were assigned to.”
“The girls made those choices, just like Ms. Adams here. Well this will be fun. I’ll get to kill you and when I take your house, I get a live-in fuck-toy.” Charles laughed. “I’m glad Sloane broke you in, but I’m going to be your Daddy from now on.”
“You will not touch her.” I walked towards Charles and he started to squeeze the trigger.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I understood the danger, but I reacted anyway. Before I heard the explosion of the gun, I heard Bianca’s voice and then she lunged at Charles. She hit his arm and the gun went low before it fired. The explosion rattled my eardrums and I saw Bianca bite down on his hand. I stepped forward with adrenaline coursing through my veins. I didn’t know if anyone had been shot and I hoped it wasn’t Bianca. When I took the first step, I felt my leg give out. I looked down to see a hole in my leg and then the pain swept through my body. I went down to a knee as Charles yelled. Bianca bit him so hard she drew blood and the gun fell to the floor, falling just out of my reach.
“You’re a stupid little bitch.” Charles yanked his hand and sent Bianca spinning towards the couch. “I’m going to whip until you’re bleeding from head to toe.”
“Get away from him, Bianca!” I said through clenched teeth.
Charles stepped towards the gun and Bianca ran at him, catching him around the waist. He grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. I gathered all the strength I could muster and jumped towards the gun. I went down to the floor clutching my leg, but I had the gun in my hand. Charles was so busy strangling Bianca that he wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. I pointed the gun and squeezed the trigger. I didn’t aim for his shoulder to release Bianca or his leg to cripple him. I sent the bullet straight through the side of his head. Blood splattered on Bianca and Charles slumped down as the bullet ended his life. Bianca pulled herself free and ran over to me.
“Are you okay?” She rolled me over and looked at my leg. “We need to get you to the hospital.”
“I’m not going to argue with you this time.” I looked down and saw my leg gushing blood. “You might want to call them quick.”
Bianca put pressure on my wound and kept me from bleeding out before the paramedics could get there. The last thing I saw was Bianca’s beautiful face stained with tears she looked at me. She was everything to me. I knew in that moment that if I lived, she was going to be my wife. I couldn’t imagine spending one day without her by my side. I felt my arms going weak. It was either going to be death or a long road to recovery with the amount of blood I had lost. If it was the former, then I could die knowing Charles would never touch Bianca and he would never touch anyone again. I was unconscious by the time the paramedics arrived. I heard shouting and felt them lifting me, but it was almost like I was imagining it or lost in a dream.
Chapter 31 — Bianca
I had never seen so much blood or carnage. Charles was dead. There was literally a dead body next to me as I waited for the paramedics to load Daddy into the helicopter. The police had a lot of questions. I wanted to go to the hospital, but they needed answers before I could leave. I gave them all the details I could, but there was a lot I didn’t know about what happened between them in the past. The only thing I knew for sure was that Charles fully intended to kill my Daddy, and he threatened to take me as his sex slave. The police officers seemed shocked to hear that part, but they wrote it down anyway. Victor and Ms. Veronica arrived shortly after that and both wrapped me up in a hug. I held onto them and started crying.
“Can you take me to the hospital?” I begged.
“I’ll take you. Veronica, you stay here and take care of things.” Victor took me by the hand and we ran towards his helicopter.
“Thank you so much.” I climbed into the passenger seat. It was much smaller than Daddy’s helicopter, but I just wanted it to take me to him.
“I’m sure Sloane will be fine.” He said in a reassuring tone before he started spinning the blades. “He’s a tough bastard.” Victor’s words were louder as the noise from the blades picked up.
***
I sat beside Daddy for the whole night with my heart ready to rip through my chest. He was in a medically induced coma until they were able to confirm his body had accepted the transfusion. It was more agonizing than anything I had ever dealt with before just sitting there hoping he would be okay. I had never been one for prayer, but I prayed anyway, ready to sell my soul to whatever deity answered in order to save him. When morning came, they took him out of the coma and said he would be fine when he woke up—they just didn’t know how long that would be. My stomach was in knots as I waited, and when his eyes finally parted, I jumped out of my chair and hugged him.
“Thank God!” I leaned my head against his chest. “I thought I really was going to lose you this time.”
“I can’t die, silly…” He muttered as he finished opening his eyes. “You haven’t been rehabilitated yet.”
“You can spend the rest of your life rehabilitating me if you want. Just make sure it’s a really long life.” I hugged him again.
“Only under one condition…” He struggled to lean forward. “You have to marry me.”
“Seriously? Of course, I’ll marry you.” I kissed him and he wrapped weak arms around me. I climbed into the hospital bed and snuggled next to him.
Epilogue — Sloane
Bianca and I agreed she would finish her year of rehabilitation before we got married. I invited her parents to visit, but we were careful with what we told them. With my injury and the investigation into Charles’ death, coupled with all the negative publicity, I decided to take an early retirement from Bradford International. Gary returned from exile after getting our Indonesian expansion off the ground. He wasn’t a Bradford, but next to me, he was the only one with enough sense to make decisions about the future of the company. I had made so many mistakes that I couldn’t really judge him for what he did. It seemed like a good time to put someone at the head of the table tha
t wasn’t named Bradford considering how much chaos Charles and I caused while we battled in our bitter civil war.
“You know I hate weddings.” Ginnifer Watson walked up beside me at the reception and sipped champagne.
“You didn’t have to come.” I looked over at her and raised my glass to my lips.
“You promised me an interview with Bianca Adams at some point, yet I never got one. Now her name is Bianca Bradford so I feel like you lied to me.” She waved at someone who walked by that I didn’t recognize.
“Do you want the interview or not? I’ve got a long list of reporters waiting to interview my bride and tell our story. I told them it was already promised to someone else, but I can pick up the phone…” I dug into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone.
“No, I definitely want the interview. Don’t be silly. You can make up for lying to me another day.” She sauntered towards the catering table and picked up a plate.
I watched Bianca as she sat with her maid-of-honor, Rebecca. They were giggling like schoolgirls and I felt like they were probably up to something. I had learned to accept that my new wife couldn’t stay out of trouble. The three months she spent in chastity and diapers proved to be a successful beginning to her rehabilitation, but once I put her in a dress and gave her free reign of the house again, she always seemed to give me a reason to put her over my knee. I had start to wonder if it was intentional. I sipped my champagne, wishing I had learned how to read lips. A minute later she took Rebecca’s hand and ran off towards the house and I was sure she was going to a bride with a blushing bottom by the time we got back to the hotel room.
“Congratulations, Mr. Bradford.” Emmanuel came over and extended his hand.
“Thank you, but you can call me Sloane now.” I took his hand. “We’re not in the office anymore.”
“I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity you gave me. I know I said it a lot when you were my boss, but I wanted you to know it genuine. Profits are actually starting to go up again, and Gary’s as much of a hard-ass as you used to be.” He chuckled.
“Well he better be. I may not be the CEO, but I’m still one of the largest shareholders.” I sipped my champagne and looked towards the house where Bianca went. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to see what my bride is up to.”
“Good luck with that one.” Emmanuel chuckled. “She’s still not welcome at Bradford International!”
“Yeah, I know.” I laughed and shook my head as I walked towards the house.
I opened the back door and walked inside. The house belonged to Victor and Veronica, but I knew my way around it. We decided it would make more sense to have it a location closer to the city that didn’t require a helicopter to get there without driving an hour uphill from the main road. Plus, it allowed the guests from out of town to stay at a local hotel rather than camping on my lawn. I peeked in a few rooms until I saw the pair of giggling girls huddled over a table. They turned around when they heard my footsteps and I saw an open bottle of tequila, a cut line, and both holding shots in their hands.
“The champagne we’re serving outside wasn’t good enough?” I folded my arms and looked at them.
“Rebecca wanted something stronger.” Bianca grinned.
“No, you wanted something stronger.” Rebecca insisted, taking a step away from Bianca.
“Bianca, come with me.” I motioned for her. “Rebecca, I’ll let Grady deal with you.”
“Come on, Mr. Bradford!” Rebecca slammed her glass down as Bianca walked over to me.
“Let’s finish socializing and then we’ll talk about this when we get to the hotel.” I took her by the arm and walked back outside.
“Yes, Daddy.” She looked at the ground and sighed.
I still couldn’t believe Rebecca was dating Grady Davenport. They met while we were planning the wedding and hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other since. Grady was a perpetual playboy and had been linked to a few actresses in his younger years. Rebecca was just a mess who seemed to drift from one gig to the next, pocketing enough money to pay her rent—most of the time. One of the spankings Bianca had earned had come after I caught her wiring money to Rebecca from my account. If Rebecca ended up tying the knot with Grady, she wouldn’t have to worry about paying rent again, that was for sure.
***
“That was fun.” Bianca said as we walked into the hotel room a few hours later. “I can’t wait to consummate our marriage.”
“Yeah, you’re eager to get me into bed and make me forget about the spanking you have coming.” I pointed my finger at her and tilted my head.
“Come on, it’s our wedding night.” She moved closer and kissed my neck, moving up towards my ear.
“Do you really think I’m going to fall for that?” I pulled back and smiled. “You knew what you were doing—both of you did.”
“Maybe…” Her eyes flickered. “We would have gotten quite drunk if you didn’t come looking for us though.”
“Take off your dress.” I started removing my coat and tie.
“Okay…” She started removing it as I asked.
The second it was off, I took her by the wrist and sat down on the edge of the bed. She laughed when she went over my knee, but her laughter stopped when I peeled her panties off her bottom and delivered a stern smack. It seemed fitting that our marriage was going to begin just like our relationship did—with a good hard spanking. She wiggled her bottom at me and giggled again as my hand came down the second time. A few more well-placed smacks stopped her wiggling and her giggling just like her laughter had stopped after the first one. She started to squirm as my hand turned her bottom pink. As much as I wanted to keep punishing her, my cock was hard in my pants and I wanted something else a lot more. I picked up the pace, intending to make it a quick spanking, but it was still going to leave her bottom red.
“Ow! Ouch!” She squealed as my hand bounced from one side of her bottom to the other rapidly.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?” I asked as I stopped.
“That’s all I get?” She looked over her shoulder. “I should have had a few more shots.”
“You know what…” I slapped her bottom hard. “You’re really going to get it now, but I’m going to get what I want.”
“That doesn’t sound good…” She wiggled her bottom at me and I gave her another smack.
I helped her off my lap and finished undressing. She watched me with a gleam in her eye, moving her eyes up and down my body when I was completely naked. I removed her bra and started kissing her, pushing her panties the rest of the way to the floor. We stayed in a naked embrace, kissing and caressing each other. My cock got so hard it was throbbing and she wrapped her hand around it, moving up and down my shaft. We climbed into bed and I lay down beside her, rolling her over so that her ass was facing me. I lifted my hand and brought it down on her bottom several times, causing her to squeal before I slid forward and pressed my cock to her pussy.
“Are you going to fuck me or spank me?” She looked over her shoulder as I slowly inserted my cock.
“Both…” I pushed my cock all the way in and started thrusting.
I gave her several quick thrusts until my cock was covered in her wetness and then I started driving it in deep. I felt my cock throbbing inside of her, begging for the sweet release her tight pussy would bring it, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I waited until she was comfortable, moaning from the pleasure as my cock slid across her g-spot several times, and then I withdrew my cock. I rolled her over slightly and started spanking her hard, bringing my hand down on her bare bottom. She was definitely caught off guard, which was exactly what I intended. As soon as she got used to having her bottom smacked, I stopped spanking her and pulled her towards my cock again, driving it in deep.
“That wasn’t fair, it was just starting to get good…” She moaned again when I started thrusting.
“You shouldn’t have taunted me. I bet I can keep this up all night.” I picked
up the pace of my thrusts and when her moaning got louder, I pulled my cock out. I tilted her forward and started spanking her bare bottom again.
“Oh God…” She let out a sigh. “You’re just going to keep doing that?”
“Like I said…you shouldn’t have taunted me.” I picked up the pace of her spanking.
I lost count of how many times I fucked her until I thought I was going to explode and then spanked her until I couldn’t stand being outside of her pussy. Her ass got cherry red and she was trapped between pleasure and pain the entire time. I finally couldn’t stand to pull out and I rolled her face down on the bed and pulled her hips up towards me. I pulled myself to a kneeling position behind her and drove my cock in deep. She pushed back against me and we fucked until I could feel her pussy clenching on me and I knew she would orgasm. I felt the surge of pleasure building in my balls and then it erupted from the end of my cock as her orgasm began. Her pussy milked my cock dry and I kept thrusting until I had nothing left.
“That was fun…” She said as we collapsed on the bed. She snuggled up against my chest. “We should do that again sometime.”
“Don’t worry, we will.” I leaned down and kissed her with what little energy I had left after our lovemaking.
***
“So, I know you’re going to be mad…” Bianca walked into my office downstairs as I sat with a drink in my hand, reading through some news headlines.
“It’s never good when you start a conversation like that.” I looked up at her.
“I spent some money.” She raised her eyebrows. “But…”
“But what? How much did you spend?” I felt tension in my throat as I stared at her.
“I bought us a house—well it’s not really a house. It’s more of an apartment building.” She smiled nervously.