The vile, lascivious, and salacious acts the heroines in her book had done—anal, spanking, bondage, butt plugs, and squirting—and she’d now experienced them. And wouldn’t—couldn’t—walk away from them.
But Charlie couldn’t think about those things, because the man before her—the man of her dreams—was finger fucking her and was up to his third knuckle. And, more than that, he inserted a finger into her anus.
“Daddy has his finger in your bottom hole. Do you know why?”
“Oh, shit—should I know why?”
He extracted his hand from her sopping wet channel and before she could say anything else, Logan sharply slapped her pussy, the skin quickly turned pink.
“You need to listen when I’m speaking, girl.”
“S-sorry.”
“I’m going to keep this finger in your little hole because you’ve been a bit sassy, and this finger reminds you who’s in charge. This way, you’ll know when it happens again during a punishment. Do you think you can listen and keep your mouth shut if Daddy has a finger in your bottom?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
But she hadn’t anticipated Logan pumping his dry finger in her bottom, the sting and burn adding to her arousal.
“Are you listening now?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to play with my kitty, and you aren’t allowed to come until Daddy says. Understand?”
“Wait. What?”
Instead of answering, Logan vigorously pumped within her dark hole.
“Ohhh, ohhh! I’m listening. I won’t come. I won’t.”
He eased his finger out a bit, not completely but enough for her to relax, as much as she could with her legs splayed open and a finger up her ass.
Dear God, how did I end up in this situation... and loving it?
“Daddy wants to fill you.” With his other hand, he pushed three fingers into her, her channel full, and with a curve of his fingers, he scraped along her g-spot.
“Ohhh, fuck. I’ll... I might come... oh, no...”
A deep shove of a finger into her anus had halted her spiral toward her orgasm. Her body stiffened in surprise; her need for completion fading dramatically—again.
“Shit, shit.”
He chuckled, tweaking her clit with his thumb, while his fingers expertly manipulated her. Panting maniacally, she writhed, her hands reaching back, finding his cock and with a brutal tug she gripped him tightly in her hand.
“Little girl, you won’t win this game.” He pumped her bottom hole. “Let’s go. Now.”
Instead, she grit her teeth, fighting obedience and at the same time, delaying her release.
His cock seeped his pre-cum, coating her hand, and she stroked his silky hot length.
“I can’t do this any longer, and I’m pretty sure you can’t either.”
Flipping her easily, he eased her down onto his cock, her knees straddling him.
His green eyes were intense, his pupils enlarged, his firm, unyielding jaw covered in a five o’clock shadow enhancing his masculinity. Determination. A man who had a goal and wouldn’t let anything interfere with it.
Damn, she loved that about him.
Leaning forward, she narrowed her gaze at him, growling before she nipped his bottom lip tightly.
“Bad girl.”
He covered her mouth with his own, plunging his tongue deep into her, while his cock pounded, pistoning with a fervor she had never experienced with him up to this point.
The brutal, raw desire with a bit of violence was precisely what her heart and soul needed.
“You’re mine!” He fisted his hand in her hair, his teeth gritting, the tic in his jaw present. “You’ll not look at anyone or fuck anyone again. Say it. You belong to me. Say it!”
Charlie couldn’t imagine ever fucking another man. Ever. He had brought her to the highest heights she’d had sexually and emotionally. How had this spanking man brought her to this peak? How had she not known this side of herself existed? That her desires were so dark, carnal, sinful... and yet so deliciously delightful?
Could she ever be with someone else? How would her family feel about him? Did it matter? Not anymore. They had abandoned her years ago. Her mother and her father had left her broke and alone, and if he hadn’t intervened, she would have been kidnapped and killed.
Yes, this was the man for her.
“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your princess. Charlie belongs to you.”
He stared at her with his mouth gawped open, his eyes widened minutely, and he wore an expression of what? Shock? Had he expected her to say no?
“Fuck, yes, you do. Charlie. It sounds nice to hear you call yourself that. Mine!”
He drew her in for another kiss, his arms encircling her, crushing, squeezing. Her breathing labored. But his cock nailing her cervix in steady, strong rhythmic fashion had her clit thrumming, and within a second she screamed.
“Daddy, please let me come. Please. I beg you.”
“Not now.”
Is he for fucking real? I’m going to kill him. With my bare hands. Now.
His hand reached between them, and he pinched her clit, hard enough that she shouted, jumping, her arousal abated.
“Fucker!”
He slapped her ass several times, still pistoning within her womb. “But I’m your fucker, and you’ll wait until I’m ready. I’m your daddy, and you’ll do as I say.”
She buried her head in his neck, suckling on his rough skin, the stubble like sandpaper on her sensitive flesh. With a bit of mischievousness, she nipped his neck, before nibbling and suckling on his earlobe.
“Fuck! If you’re going to come, girl, you better do it now. I’m coming.”
Within seconds both of them dug their fingernails into each other’s backs and groaned with their release.
In unison. Magical. Romantic.
Their souls and bodies were in sync. This man, the one who played her like a violin, could make her come and do things she never dreamed of before.
Her man. Her daddy. Her dirty, sexy daddy.
Chapter Twelve
Charlotte had been with Logan for only a couple of weeks, but it felt so much longer. They had fallen into a comfortable routine. Today, she had decided to video-chat with her friend from work. Devising a plan of action in regard to rescuing her mother and solving the mafia issue had kept Charlie’s mind occupied and she felt useful once again.
She whispered to her best friend, “You know to keep this under wraps, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“If they catch wind of what I’m doing... or dear God, if Logan finds out. I don’t even want to think about the consequences. I’m not exactly sure who I’m more afraid of—the mafia or him.”
The deep rolling laugh of her best friend and coworker, Gavin Lockwood, had her chuckling with him. “It’s not funny, Gav.”
“I think it’s kind of funny, especially hearing the escapades you just relayed. Does he have any brothers, girlfriend? I could use a nice spanky mechanic.”
“I told you, he’s not a mechanic... well, not really. He’s an agent working with the FBI, but he definitely knows how to run a garage too.”
“He has grease on his hands... and nice calluses, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“But nothing, girl. If he has those two things, he’s a grease monkey wannabe. And I want in on that game. Find me one for Christmas.”
Charlie rolled her eyes. Christ, her friend drove her nuts some days. Gavin was too energetic with all his ADD symptoms. “Do you have the details set? You know what you’re doing?”
“Charlie, don’t you worry about me—you just have fun with your dirty daddy, and find out if any of those boys working for him might be interested in guys.”
“Gavin, keep your mind on the task at hand.”
“Oh, I am. I’m skilled at multitasking.” Gavin gasped, pausing for effect. “Add that to my list of attributes, will you?”
“Christ.” Charl
ie shoved her paper into her purse. “Oh. Shit. He’s coming.”
“Hope Daddy spanks you, girl. Bye.” He rushed the phrase with one breath, quickly hanging up on her.
“Fuck!” She exited from the program and shut the laptop down, sliding it into place just as he walked into the living room.
“Hey, hey. Watch that language. What are you swearing about?”
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking; it was nothing.”
Logan had marched into the room without her hearing, and she hoped he hadn’t heard enough to make him too curious.
Canting his head to the right, Logan asked, “I heard you say oh, shit, he’s coming, who were you talking to?”
“Nobody. I was talking to myself. You know how I do that. I just kind of mumble and say shit to myself.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her and she knew he didn’t believe her, but there was nothing to convince him otherwise. Or so she hoped.
Giving her side eye, Logan walked into the kitchen area, opening the fridge. He pulled out a beer, popping the top. And with his eyes narrowed, he sauntered toward her before taking a long pull from the glass bottle.
“You’ve been told to stay off my laptop. You weren’t on my laptop, were you?”
Oh, God. This was when she’d have to start lying. She hated that, but she would hate the consequences of telling the truth more. “Why would you even say that?”
Logan growled deep within his chest, walking toward her.
Charlie’s heart galloped within her chest, and she jumped, moving aside to give him a wide berth.
Halting, Logan raised both eyebrows at her.
Fuck! I’ve blown it!
She really was not very good at this. Charlie would never make a good FBI agent. He was drawing another deep swig of the beer; he placed the bottle onto the coffee table before picking up the laptop, opening the cover slowly.
Now the butterflies began in her belly, and her ass began to tingle. She was pretty confident that she had x-ed out of the program, now she’d have to hope she was correct. All she needed was the video call with Gavin to be still open.
“You’re looking a wee bit nervous there, girl.”
Charlie knew she should confess. Just tell him and take her comeuppance. Instead, she straightened her face doing her best to keep any expression from it although she’d heard most of her life that she never succeeded well at it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. Trying to look casual, she leaned back and put her feet up on the table, reaching for nearby magazine, feigning interest in anything to not watch what he was doing or the expression on his face.
The long slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and out of the corner of her eye, she watched him go from program to program opening and closing tabs. With a shrug, he said, “Okay, seems to check out. You’re acting a bit odd, but I’ll reserve my judgment for another day.”
Pushing her luck, Charlie smugly smirked at him. “You need to trust me more. I’m really not a bad person, you know.”
“I didn’t say you were bad. You’re impulsive and seem to be convinced that I need your assistance with this investigation. I’m the expert here. Let me do what I’m paid for, and you just stay safe listening to my orders.”
She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that all I ever do? It seems all you want is for me to follow your orders. Obviously, you picked a good career. You can just give orders all day and have people hopping to do as you say.”
He pointed a finger in her direction. “Don’t start, girl. I’m in no mood. We’ve had more than our share of chaos in that garage today. Speaking of which, I believe you still have an oil change to do down there.”
“But everybody’s gone, and it’s closed. Why do I have to do it now?” She knew she was whining, but she had zero interest in doing an oil change at this time of day.
“Because you chose to come up here and take a break, saying you felt lightheaded and you had cramps, remember that? And, well, you’ve recovered enough that you can tease and give me some shit so you need to go downstairs and finish up your chores so that we don’t have to worry about the customer coming before you can finish it in the morning.”
Closing her eyes, she moaned, “I’ll wake up early. It’ll be fine. I don’t need to do it now.”
“No, Charlie, you need to change it now. Come on, get up.”
She dropped her head back onto the couch, rolling her eyes dramatically. “No. I’m not going to do it. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Logan rose from the couch, grasping her tightly by her upper arm, jerking her to her feet. “Now you get to do it my way. You had a choice and could have done it your way, but now we’ll do it the fun way.”
He stressed the fun way, which typically meant she wouldn’t find it anywhere near as enjoyable as he did.
“Unzip your jeans and sweatshirt and take them off.”
In mere seconds, Charlie stood in just her peach and white striped panties with the pale peach bra.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes widened, and she searched his green eyes, hoping for mercy, but she couldn’t discern what emotions were present in his gaze. She knew her ass was safer if she complied. Quietly. Slowly she pivoted.
With her back facing him and her nerves on high alert, she shivered. gooseflesh rising.
“Oh, look at that. Very nice, girl.” He expertly undid the back of her bra, and with his fingertips brushed the straps off her shoulders, the thin strands whispering down her arms until it landed at her feet.
Her nipples immediately puckered, and before she could cross her arms over her chest, uncomfortable with the vulnerability, Logan barked, “Hands on your head.”
Damn him.
Charlie had barely obeyed when his fingers dipped beneath the elastic of her panties, and he skimmed the scant material over her backside. The crotch caught between her thighs, and with a slight spread of her legs, the material was released.
She stood naked, and with the small amount of training she had received, she knew she couldn’t look over her shoulder at him. She stayed perfectly still, eyes forward, hands on her head.
“Spread your legs.”
As she widened them shoulder-width apart, Charlie’s juices pooled at the entrance of her sex. Logan’s dominance always did this to her.
“Are you going to make me change the oil like this?” Her voice shook with trepidation and the knowledge that he loved doing things like this to her. Knew it would have her pussy dripping. And, although she hated it at the time, she loved looking back on those situations, her clit throbbing with need all over again.
Logan growled before speaking. “You aren’t supposed to be speaking unless you’ve been asked a question, girl.” He paused, sliding his forefinger between her buttocks, taking time to press against her bottom hole. “No, not completely like this. I’m going to make it more interesting.” Pointing his finger at her with an eyebrow cocked, he said, “Don’t move a muscle.”
Charlie guardedly watched his back leave the room. A dresser drawer opened, and the shuffling of bottles and clothes before his footfalls on the hardwoods alerted Charlie to Logan coming back.
He had baubles in his hand. The light from the window flashed off the object, and they jingled with his movements.
He came closer and held them up—one in each finger. They were clips, and each was adorned with a miniature bell that jingled with movement, sparkling with rubies and pearls.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, princess.”
“Wh-what are those?”
“Oh, I think you already know, girl. These go right here.” And with his thumb and forefinger, he pulled on her nipple, twisting it to the left and right, brushing his callused finger across the sensitive nub.
Licking his lips, he moaned, “Oh, yes. This is perfect.” He held the clip in between his fingers, long silver chains linking the two and then another longer chain dangling from the middle.
“They’re going to pinch a bit. You’ll be fine. No screaming and no ripping them off.” He tilted his head a little bit at her. “I mean it. Don’t yank these off; you’ll be sorry.”
And he didn’t lie.
The pincers closed around her furled nipple, and she swore she couldn’t breathe. Wasn’t sure she could even take in air ever again. “Oh, shit! Oh, God. Take them off. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He loosened the grip enough that she could feel semi-normal again. Not comfortable by any means, but able to breathe.
“Now for our friend over here. Take a deep breath, baby.”
Inhaling, she watched him approach, and the urge to jump back was difficult to ignore. She watched him clip it and danced again with the pain.
“Hold still, and I can fix it.”
She swore her gut reaction was to clock him in the head. If the agony subsided, she would do exactly that. Once she felt relief, she nodded. “These things hurt!”
The cool chain in the middle brushed along her belly; the end resembled a bobby pin with a keyhole at the top decorated with shimmering rubies and pearls.
It was then the Charlie realized where he intended to put the blasted chain.
“Oh, fuck, no! You must be insane. Hell, no. Hell. To. The. No.” She moved out of his reach, walking around the room, holding the chain in her hand, and she shook her head emphatically. “No, Logan, you’re not going to do this.”
He stalked her slowly as one would a fractious animal, which she indeed was at that point, and he needed to be a little wary.
“Little girl, that’s going on your kitty. You asked for this. I told you to go down and do the oil change on your terms, and you refused. Now we’re doing it on my terms.”
She never won these arguments. Every single time she would end up with a blistered backside and doing it his way. With a deep sigh, she gave in. “I’ll do it now. We don’t have to do it this way. I’m sorry.”
Chuckling, Logan winked at her. “I knew you’d come around, but I’m sorry to say, kitten, you’re going to learn to do things the way I asked the first time. Besides, you know it’s not going to really hurt that bad, and you’ll be rewarded when it’s over, unless you fight me, of course. Then you’ll end up paddled, doing it my way, and then going to bed early. Now, be a good girl and let Daddy put this on your little clit.”
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