Charlotte sighed. “I just don’t understand.” She leaned back in her chair, putting her hands over her face. “I never knew any of this. I had no idea that things were so screwed up.”
“I know, I know. And I couldn’t see the mafia kidnapping you. The FBI was worried about me interfering, but I just couldn’t watch this happen. I’ve been following you or having my men follow you for days, and I just knew I had to intervene and protect you. You’re truly the innocent one in all of this.”
Her bottom lip quivered and tears rolled down her face. “I guess I need to thank you and probably apologize for giving you such hell. I’m not an awful person, although I suppose it’s hard to prove that now. I just needed to know what was going on.”
“Yes, I understand and sympathize, but the thing is, you need to also know the mafia is nobody to mess around with. Keeping you safe is a top priority. For you and your mother, and I need to know that you’ll listen to my orders.”
“Okay, I promise.” She gave him a winning smile before continuing. “So when can I go back to my apartment?”
Logan just stared at her. He knew he looked dumbfounded and kept blinking at her. “Have you not understood anything I’ve just said?”
She shrugged nonchalantly.
“You’re not going back to your apartment. You’re staying here where I can protect you. You’ll become one of my employees here at the garage, and I’ll teach you how to change oil and do simple things, and you’ll be part of my cover while I’m protecting you.”
“Oh, hell, no! You must be a fucking crazy idiot. I am not doing anything in a car garage. Holy shit, you lost your mind.”
“Little girl, you better figure out how to put some respect in those sentences. You do not call me names.”
“Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on. You must be fucking insane.” She jumped up, making her way across the room, flinging the door open to take the staircase back down to the garage. Her still naked, red-striped ass was visible, and she was always full of vinegar and sass.
Logan leaped up and grabbed her by the upper arm, swinging her around to face him. “Your ass has had more than enough tonight, and although it would kill me to paddle your bare bottom, do not be mistaken. I’ll do it. You need to calm down. You’re staying here whether you like it or not. I’m not one who loses. I win in every single battle, so you’re not going to change my mind.”
She tugged on her arm, doing her best to break free of his hold.
Swinging his arm out wide, he smacked the crest of her bottom.
Her hips lurched forward, the smack sounding like a gunshot in the small apartment. Cupping her backside, she danced in place, her mouth in a perfect mew, emitting a loud, shrill screech.
Logan stood with his hands on his hips, watching her, wishing Miss Charlotte Anne Winslow wasn’t a rebellious, spoiled brat. It would have made his job a lot easier right about now.
It quickly became pretty obvious that the one swat was more than enough to reignite all the pain and hurt she had been through already.
“Well, it seems that dinner is over because I’m not going to have my meal ruined by a brat. So I’m putting you to bed. Come along.” With his hand on the top of her head, he guided her as one would a recalcitrant child to her bedroom.
Tugging on the bedspread and sheets, he patted the mattress. “Get inside. On your back.”
Charlie crawled into bed, hissing when her ass rubbed along the sheets, but she did as he said.
Logan pointed a finger at her. “Stay.” He walked toward the dresser, opening the top drawer, and pulled out a length of rope.
“You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted, so you’ll be tied to the bed tonight, and we’ll do this every night until you can prove to me that I don’t have to worry about you.”
Pressing her heels into the mattress, Charlie scooted backward, pushing herself to the farthest corner of the bed, crouching between the mattress and the wall.
“Get back over here.” He snapped his fingers toward a spot closer to him. “I want you on your back, hands above your head.”
Her eyes wide with no evidence of defiance, she shook her head more in fear than anything else.
Logan held his breath. He didn’t want her afraid, but he wanted her to obey. “You needed to test the boundaries, I understand that, but I’ll be right here. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself, and I’m not going to allow you to run away or do something that can get you killed. I know you’re nervous, and I know you’re frightened. This is for your own good. Come back here. Please.”
But when she shook her head no once again, Logan grasped her ankle and dragged her along the bed.
“Ow ow ow.” She twisted her body so that she was on her hip, protecting the abraded flesh from the scratchy surface of the sheets.
“You only have yourself to blame. If you had listened, you wouldn’t be feeling this burn.”
Logan easily held both of her wrists within one hand and wrapped the rope around them, assuring that it was tight enough that she couldn’t get out but not so tight as to injure her. He then tied her hands to the headboard and spreading her legs wide, he strapped her ankles to each foot post as well.
“But... I can’t touch myself or do—”
Nodding slowly, Logan smirked. “You can’t touch yourself because if any touching is going to be happening, it’s going to be done by my hands and me. You’re going to lie here and think about your sore backside and how it and why it got into the condition it is now. You’ll ponder on what you’ll do in the future to avoid getting thrashed like this again—or worse. And any need or arousal you feel could have been soothed by me. If you had behaved this evening, you would have received many orgasms. Good behavior results in rewards, bad girl. You might want to try it.” Logan shrugged. “Up to you whether you go to bed with a sore, red bottom, or fall asleep after a dozen orgasms.”
With an adorable pout on her face that tugged at his heartstrings, she then yanked on the ropes with a surly attitude that had become familiar to him in such a short time.
Dipping his chin, he pointed his finger at her. “You watch that attitude, girl. Now go to sleep. You got a busy day tomorrow. I expect you to wake up on time and get ready, or we’ll start your day with a spanking.”
Charlie growled deep in her chest.
Logan flipped the light switch off, pulling the door shut, shaking his head to himself.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Jesus Christ, I’m going to answer to somebody for this.
He figured he might as well get it taken care of now. Opening his laptop, Logan punched the keys until his email program opened, and he called up his email to McKenzie’s—his boss at the FBI.
Hey Mack,
So I have one Miss Charlotte Anne Winslow under my care at the undercover garage for the Tomasso investigation. I know you’ve given me leeway in the past, and I’m hoping it’s okay this time as well. I just couldn’t see the sweet young girl getting caught in the fray of the Tomassos, and I had my men bring her back here.
I have apprised her of the mafia and her mother and father’s role in it all. She doesn’t know any other details. I’ll keep her here as a mechanic in training, keeping her out of the fray. I told her she couldn’t communicate with her mother until this is all over.
Let me know if you have a problem with this. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll know it’s all fine. You know where to find me or call me.
Talk to you soon,
Logan
With that task done, Logan brought up an online store and purchased his girl some clothes. He couldn’t expect her to wear the same clothes for the next few weeks. Jeans, sweaters, hoodies, sweatpants, and a wide variety of panties and bras should suffice.
He closed all the programs, exiting the high security system, and assured his device was locked, he closed it. Gathering the glasses and partially eaten pizza off the counter, tossing the food into the trash and the dishes into the sink, he cleaned up the
kitchen.
Running water, he began doing the dishes. Being with Charlie, it felt normal, cozy, and something he had hoped for, for a long time. The situation was less than ideal, and he could think of several different ways to start a relationship. None of these would have included capturing a woman and holding her hostage above a car garage.
He shook his head. No. It was definitely not the way to meet a woman, especially one who was a socialite, someone raised with the finest of things.
And someone who seemed to abhor blue-collar workers.
There was a niggling in the back of his mind; he had watched how her pussy dripped, how she stared at his hands when he held her, running her fingers along the calluses, looking at his dirty fingernails.
Yes, Charlie may act like she was Charlotte Anne Winslow, but underneath it all, she was a tomboy. Someone who wanted to climb rock walls and get dirty, someone who wished for a dirt bike instead of cotillions. He just knew it in his bones; this was a girl who had always enjoyed the fantasy of a blue-collar worker.
The bigger question of the day? How was Logan going to deal with this? He had never been raised upper class, and although his family had done well financially, both his parents had professional jobs. His mother was a teacher; his father, a nurse. Logan had been raised in the suburbs but his was never a family that carried an air of pretenses.
Logan envisioned himself as someone intelligent but also down to earth enough to enjoy the ordinary things of life—a hike in the park, cold beer in the back of a pickup truck, or lying on the flatbed of his vehicle watching the thunderstorm.
Watching those blue eyes fill with tears, her pain and vulnerability calling to the dominant side of him, his need to protect and cherish her... and, yes, discipline her... all of these brought out the beast within him.
Logan wasn’t a sadist by any means but did enjoy a bit of bondage and spanking, be it a paddle, belt, or crop, and having her tied in his guest room had his cock hard, hidden under the waistband of his pants.
He wanted her to know that he wasn’t an evil man, and although he had paddled her quite harshly—not once but a couple of times—he was her protector.
The dishes were done, and he had washed up the counters, just sitting down on the couch to relax when he heard a small, timid voice.
“Logan? Logan! Are you there, Daddy?”
She did it again, she called me Daddy.
Logan rushed down the hall, his heart pounding within his chest. Was she hurt? Maybe she was choking? No, she wouldn’t be choking—she wouldn’t be able to talk if she was choking.
Shit! I shouldn’t have left her alone. Rule number one: Never leave someone tied up.
He thought he had kept them loose enough that she’d be able to turn, twisting enough to not be in danger. What if he was wrong?
Flinging the door open, the doorknob hitting the wall and bouncing with a loud clamor, Logan scanned her body and face.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be sorry. Are you okay? Are you choking?” Logan quickly undid the ropes above her head before she could even answer. He then proceeded to undo her feet as well. Sitting next to her, he ran his hand down the side of her face, checking her forehead. He didn’t actually expect her to have a fever, but it seemed like the right thing to do. It was what his father did when he was a child and had a nightmare. He briskly rubbed her arms. “Are your muscles okay? Did you get a cramp?”
She smirked back at him, her cheeks turning pink. “Yes, I’m alright. I’m not choking or anything, and my arms are okay.”
He continued to brush his hands along her chilled skin. “I should have covered you or put a blanket over you. Your arms are cold, sweetie.”
Reaching over, he grabbed the sheet and comforter and brought them over her body, tucking them under her chin.
“What’s wrong, baby? Tell me.”
“I just... I’m afraid in here, and it’s dark. I don’t know, I felt kind of... lonely and I just—”
Logan tapped his finger on her button nose. “You just need attention. You shouldn’t be alone.” Pulling the blankets aside, he crawled into bed, tucking her against his chest, enveloping her in a bear hug.
His voice was low and measured. “I know it’s frightening. You’re unsure here and don’t know me well. I’m sure that even this is uncomfortable, but I want you to know you’re safe. I’ll keep all harm away from you.”
Charlie relaxed into him, not saying a word, but her body softened, the tension leaving her spine, and her head became heavy upon his chest.
I shouldn’t have left her. I should have known that she would need somebody nearby.
It was then that her hips thrust, and her damn pussy rubbed ever so slightly against his thigh, her sticky juices coating his leg.
Pulling away just enough to make eye contact, he raised his eyebrows. “Well, it looks like there was another reason you called me into the room.”
Chapter Six
Charlie had lain in bed exactly as Logan had requested, thinking about how she had behaved and how fucking sore her ass was and knew she could have responded differently. Could have responded less violently and fallen back on decorum. The grace she had been taught throughout her genteel Southern raising. Her mother would have been mortified by the antics displayed by her daughter.
And then when her clit throbbed and her pussy dripped, she knew she wouldn’t make it through the night without relief.
The blasted man made sure he found release not once but a couple of times, and yet, here she lay needy and aching. Not from just her recent paddling but her need for an orgasm. She wanted his cock filling her.
His cock. His spectacular cock. It was gloriously gigantic; not too long, but its girth as well made it almost perfect. The luscious purple head had glistened with his semen.
Licking her lips, Charlie swore she could taste his salty essence on her tongue. She didn’t want him in her mouth this time, though. No. Charlie wanted him in her pussy, pounding her. Hard.
After all, wasn’t that what blue-collar workers did? Wasn’t that what they were known for? Handling a woman just the way they wanted. It was the reason women fantasized about construction workers, firemen, and policemen.
And although many times it seemed women chased after the professionals, most women would point out that their fantasies were of roughhewn men such as cowboys, oil riggers, the men who had calluses on their hands. The sun leaving its mark on their necks and arms while they were putting in roofs and siding, making houses, their hands used to hurtling large pieces of wood or heavy roofing tiles.
Yes, these were the men, the ones with the rough pads on their fingers and deep dirty creases that would rasp along a clit, making a woman scream.
These were the men that women fantasized about.
And Charlotte Anne Winslow was no different. She’d been groomed her whole life for a doctor, lawyer, or even someone like her father who worked on computers all day. But in her heart of hearts, she knew it was a blue-collar worker who would have her screaming orgasm after orgasm all night long.
It had been the reason she had called his name not long ago. What she hadn’t anticipated was that in the process of calling him, she would also let the word Daddy slip off her lips. Again.
Charlie had never thought of having a man she could call Daddy; sure, she’d read about it in books, but never envisioned a day and time where that fantasy would come to fruition.
Yet, here she was; a large burly daddy was in bed with her, staring down at her, while her hips gyrated wildly along his thigh, the coarse, wiry hair bringing her to the edge of her release.
His deep voice startled her out of her reverie. “Looks like all the activity this afternoon has made one baby girl overly excited. Most times, a good bedtime spanking will make a naughty girl go to sleep. Obviously that’s not what you need to go to sleep; is it, girl?”
Charlie shook her head, the warmth of her embarrassment creeping up her neck to her face. “
I’m not sure how to respond.”
“Truthfully. That’s how. Tell Daddy what you need, baby.” With a finger under her chin, Logan tilted her head up, whispering, “You don’t have to call me Daddy if you’re not comfortable with it yet. All in due time. I know it slipped out a couple of times, and I want you to know that it’s made me happier than I’ve been in a long time, so don’t you feel embarrassed about it. Just know that I love hearing it. Okay?”
“Yes... Daddy.”
He winked at her and said, “All right then, what do you need your daddy to do?”
Could she say it out loud? She had never been one for dirty talk and wasn’t even sure she knew how to put into words what she needed. Staring at the blanket in front of her, she pulled at a loose thread, distracting herself, trying to find her words and couldn’t.
His rough finger was under her chin again, tilting her face up so their eyes could meet, and he lowered his voice, firmly saying, “Just say it. Nothing you say is going to shock me. I need to hear it.”
“I need Daddy to... To put his... you know... inside me.”
She watched his eyes darken, his cock pounding against her hip and her pussy sliding along his leg.
Logan shook his head. “Nope, not good enough, use your adult words. You know what you have to say.”
Goddamn him.
Charlotte pushed the heel of her hand on the center of his chest. Not overly hard but more like what one would do to an annoying brother.
“It’s okay to play, little girl, but don’t go too far. You’ve already seen the penalty for assaulting me.”
She had. And she didn’t want to cross that boundary again either. Charlie let her hands rest on her chest again and said her sentence as fast as she could. “I want Daddy to put his huge cock inside my pussy.”
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