“Over here... there’s blood... it is... it is go—Holy shit! It’s Federico... she got the top guy... when did they get here... anyone have a clue how the fuck he got inside... Yeah, he... there’s no heartbeat... call Mack!”
Bits and pieces, that’s all she could comprehend, and Daddy only cared about her. He left the men to handle it all and focused on her first.
It was the first time, ever, that Charlie felt she was a priority. Not in second place. She didn’t come after his job, after some stranger dying, or even after his coworkers.
He just walked away, letting them handle it and held her in his arms, wrapping her in a soft blanket, which he kept on the couch just for her. A blanket devoted to keeping her warm and only used for cuddling his girl. She was his girl—his little rich girl as he called her and he was her filthy, dirty daddy.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I shot a man.”
His hand stroked down the side of her face, brushing her hair behind her ear and his green eyes misted with tears. “You did, princess. I’m sorry Daddy wasn’t here to save you from that.”
Furrowing her eyebrows, she blinked up at him, her head resting on the curve of his arm. “I didn’t need you to save me; I did it all by myself.”
“But that’s my point. Now that you have me, you don’t have to do it all by yourself. You have someone to rely upon, someone to help take the burden and load. And I wasn’t... here. I let you down.”
“You were showering; there was no way we would know he was coming here. And you were the one who refreshed my shooting skills; you were here for me.”
Logan brushed a kiss onto her forehead, burying her head in his chest. “What would I do without you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
With a mischievous grin, he said, “Does that mean you’ll be kicking me out?”
She laughed. “No, of course not! I’ll stay wherever you are, Daddy.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Mack, it’s me. Everything is set over here. We’ve turned over the garage to a buyer, and we’re moving out. I’m handing the keys over to him tonight.”
“You and the girl going back home?”
“Yeah, she’s moving in with me. And now that things have settled around here with the Tomasso clan locked up, there are no worries. Her mom has been settled somewhere safe out in the Plains, so she’s good.”
“Yes, Nancy is all set. We have her being watched for anything curious, but we suspect everything is finished as far as she is concerned. I wish you both well, Logan. I’ll be in touch with the next investigation we have, I have no doubt.”
“Yes, sir. I look forward to it. Always a pleasure.”
“Later, Logan.”
“Later.”
Logan slipped his phone into his pocket after shutting it off and locking it. He had a girl that needed checking on. He had peeped in on her often, and she had a soft rubber horn in her hand.
Leaning against the doorframe, he crossed his arms over his chest, delighting in the beautiful woman spread before him.
How did a bastard like me ever get so fucking lucky?
“Do you think you’ll keep your sassy mouth shut?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, a stream of drool running from the corner of her mouth around the bright red ball gag.
“Daddy will take it off because he wants to hear your answers. And then we’re going to start your spanking.”
Logan knelt near her, straddling her body and resting on her slender hips. “But first, I think I want to tease you a bit.”
Keening loudly, she shut her eyes and would have moved away, but the straps on her wrists and feet kept her spread and immobile.
Plucking a tightened nipple, he chuckled. She was ripe for the picking, and he intended to nibble and kiss his way up and down her delicious body.
Leaning forward, Logan laved his tongue around the hardened nub.
Charlie’s back arched, and she thrust her hips upward, jostling him.
Drawing tightly on the breast, the plump flesh filled his mouth. Sweet. Silky. Yes, his girl had skin that was made by the gods themselves. Easing back on the tension, her breast slipped quickly from his mouth, the tip red with his attentions, glistening in the light. With the pointy end of his tongue, he swiped the moisture away.
That got her going.
Holy hell.
“Mm—gahra, gahna, rnnnga.”
“What’s that, baby? Awwww, my poor girl.”
She growled at him. Actually growled. Smacking her hip hard had the effect he’d wanted and anticipated.
Charlie stilled, blinking.
“Naughty girl. You know better.”
Gently turning her head to the side, he undid the buckle to the gag, the black rubber snapping free. He dragged the ball slowly from her mouth, drool dripping from the holes. Carelessly he tossed it to the floor and then reaching for some nearby tissues, wiping her mouth clean. Her cheeks were red from the straps.
Running his forefinger along the abraded marks, he cooed, “Poor bad girl. See what happens when you talk back to Daddy, especially what happens when you call him an asshole.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Mmmmm. We’ll see.” Logan brushed a feathery kiss to her swollen lips, warm with her punishment.
Scootching down her body, he nibbled and bit his way down to her hips. He scraped his teeth along her hollowed hipbone, her hips shifted, and she groaned, a high-pitched whine escaping her throat.
“Dadddddy!”
“Oh, baby, no whining. You know Daddy doesn’t tolerate that from his best girl.”
“Fuuuuuck!”
He smacked the outside of her thigh, a red handprint quickly blooming. “That’s enough.”
Ahhh, there’s that hot little cunt I could feast on all day... and all night as well.
He skated his finger along her slit, the lips sticky with her essence.
Always wet and ready for him.
Gliding through her slick juices, he circled her clit peeping out from under its hood. She was overly charged at this point, just as he had planned.
Situating himself between her legs, he licked her sex, spending a great deal of time and attention on her clit, until she writhed and panted, gasping and keening with need.
“My girl. What do you want, princess?”
“Daddy. Fuck me with your huge cock. Please!”
“Listen to those manners. See what a good girl you can be? When you’re not sassy.” Logan lined his cock up with her channel, thrusting into her. The tight walls of her sex hugged him, encasing him snugly.
He yanked himself out, leaving only the head of his cock in; she screeched at the loss, and if it hadn’t been for his hands on her hips, she would have forced his cock to enter her further.
“Nuh-uh, baby. I control what happens.”
“Untie me, please, Daddy.”
Shaking his head, he had to snicker; she always tried, pushing the envelope just a bit. Taking an inch, hoping to make it a mile. “I like keeping you anchored to the bed.” Nodding, he smiled and winked. “Yep, your vulnerability excites me. Now quiet, or I’ll put that gag back in.”
She pouted prettily but knew enough to be silent.
Pushing himself in up to the hilt, he pistoned within her, watching her reactions closely, judging when she was close to climax.
“Ohh, oh! Daddy!”
“Come for Daddy, Charlie! Now!”
Within seconds of his command, her pussy strangled his cock, contracting with her orgasm, her shouts of pleasure filling their room.
Her body’s reaction spurred him toward his ejaculation, and he spurted his seed into her, overflowing the small channel. She shivered and quaked beneath him, her gasps rhythmic and labored.
Sweat dripped from his brow down the side of his face. Jesus, this summer was hot; even with air conditioning it was more than he wanted to deal with, although it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Virginia.
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br /> “Let’s get you untied. Are you sore?”
“No, Sir.”
He worked at the buckles and ties, releasing her arms and legs, rubbing each one to assist the blood flow, bending and stretching the limbs. “Still feel okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel wonderful.” She arched her back, lazily elongating her back and arms like a cat in the sunshine.
“Good.” Logan sat on the edge of the bed. “Come over my lap for your little girl’s spanking for your backtalk this morning.”
“Dadddddy, you’re not serious, are you?”
“Should I make you get your paddle?”
Her eyes widened a bit, and she shook her head adamantly.
Just the reaction I wanted.
“Then get over my lap.”
She crawled over to him, her breasts dangling enticingly. He wrapped his hand around the circumference of one, giving it a healthy squeeze. “So delectable, baby. Too bad we can’t play more.”
He patted his thigh, and she obediently laid herself over his legs. Adjusting her so he had a perfect view of her labia, he reveled in the sheer dominance of the position and his semen dripping from her hot little cunt.
So fucking sexy.
Men everywhere understand the thrill of a woman in this position, the dominance and control required, the responsibility of spanking a woman either for pleasure or pain, and the subjugation of a sexy woman who adores the man she loves. It was beyond ecstasy, it dipped into the realm of heavenly—an out of body experience of sorts.
I’m a lucky fucking bastard.
It wasn’t going to be a hard spanking. It was more because he wanted to spank her. Her sassy mouth was a problem some days, but overall it kept life exciting, and it was as good an excuse as any to paddle her backside.
It was a win-win situation. He would get the thrill of spanking her gorgeous plump ass, and she’d learn to control her tongue. Where was the downside?
“Why is Daddy spanking you, Charlotte Anne?”
She groaned. Funny how she loved that name when he met her, and now she preferred her nickname. It warmed his heart that she adored his name for her.
“Because I called you an... asshole.”
“Yes, you did. What are the rules?”
“I’m supposed to respect you, just as you respect me.” She dropped her head in defeat.
“I don’t call you asshole, do I?”
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sure you are, but this will assure you aren’t just sorry, but you’re sore and remember it for a while as well.” Logan smacked each cheek, hard, starting off with a bang.
“Oh, shit!” Her legs shot out straight behind her. “Fuuuuuuuuck!”
Slapping her thighs, he said, “You. Don’t swear. During. Spankings.”
Flutter-kicking her legs, she had begun to sob. Already a very sorry girl. “I’m sorry. S-so sorry.”
“Let’s begin.” Logan spanked her backside in a pattern, turning each buttock from pale pink to dark pink, leaving no area unmarked.
Charlie reached behind her after a couple of dozen smacks, unable to contain herself. He told her a while ago that he didn’t mind such behavior. Spankings hurt, it was natural to protect the body, and he would restrain her hands to protect the fragile bones from injury.
Logan increased the pace and strength of her spanking for the last part, wanting to get the message across to her.
When her voice broke, she repeatedly chanted, “Sorry, sorry, so sorry.” Logan knew that she had hit her limit and the lesson had been learned.
He stayed his hand, resting it on her hot, bright pink bottom. And it was such a lovely bottom too. Rubbing the cheeks briskly, he attempted to ease her pain.
“It’s all over, baby. Daddy’s good girl can take a nap now. C’mere and see Daddy.” He helped her to sit on his lap, cuddling her close to him, brushing her hair with his fingers and kissing her gently. “Daddy loves his girl. Poor little girl has a sore bottom.”
“Yes, D-Daddy.”
“I know, sweets.” He swayed with her, kissing her forehead and hair. My treasure. “Once you’ve had your nap, we’ll leave and go to my place. Are you ready for that?”
“I’ve been ready, it seems my whole life. Seems like you were made for me.”
“I agree, baby.” He laid her on the bed, grabbing a quilt from a nearby chair and covering her with it. “I’ll stay here while you sleep.” He tucked the blanket around her, cuddling her to his chest.
Her rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat were a comfort to his soul.
Yes, she was right.
They were meant to be together. Their souls had been waiting for each other their whole lives. And now they had their whole lives to be happy and fulfilled.
Daddy and his girl.
Epilogue
Logan placed a hand on the small of Charlie’s back, ushering her up the brick steps to his front door. His hand trembled and his heart hammered within his chest. He couldn’t fathom her walking away and, yet, he worried about the prospect.
She had accepted him as a mechanic; would she now balk at his wealth and status?
Maybe.
With a slight tremor, Logan opened the door to his foyer. The white marbled floor and staircase were impressive, even to him.
Charlie gasped, her eyes widening and her mouth gawping open. “Oh, my. Daddy... you never... oh, my goodness.” She turned, those beautiful blue eyes misting with tears. “I berated you, calling you names. Names such as filthy and dirty. Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I wanted you to love me as a filthy, dirty mechanic. I needed to know you would love me for me, that there would never be a question in my mind that you had loved me for my position, wealth, or family status.”
“I would never—”
Tapping her nose with the tip of his forefinger, Logan said, “Uh-uh, don’t finish that sentence. You know you would. It was how you were trained by your mother. Nancy Winslow did it herself with your father, right?”
“Yes, Sir.” She dropped her head, staring at the floor with remorse.
Tilting her chin up, Logan kissed her lips gently and then looked around his foyer with new eyes. “This is where you’ll be living. If you still want to do this. Do you want to see more of the house?”
“Of course I want to live with you and yeah, let’s go see more.” She clapped her hands in excitement and he couldn’t help but chuckle. His chest swelled with pride. His girl.
Next, he brought her to the great room and adjoining kitchen, which was gigantic. Logan had taken extra time with the planning of these two rooms, knowing instinctually that a future wife would find them the most important in the house. He hoped he had taken enough time, sparing no expense to make it perfect in her eyes.
Charlie’s slender hand glided along the dark granite countertop, lightly touching the white cabinets, staring at the shiny steel appliances.
“It looks like it’s from a magazine. Logan... it’s gorgeous. Just as I’ve always imagined.”
“Yahtzee! I worked so diligently on these two rooms. Do you like the great room too?” Pivoting, Logan spread his arm before him toward the farmhouse-style room.
“Again, it’s idyllic. How did you know?”
“How did I know what?”
“That this is exactly how I wanted a house decorated?” Her tan leggings hugged her curvy ass, and the burgundy sweater accentuated every curve she had.
Logan stirred behind his pants and wanted to do nothing more than fuck her in front of the fireplace. Later.
“I didn’t know, Charlie. I spent many hours with my decorator making it perfect and... I hoped.”
Her hand grazed along the gray couch, and she picked up a white pillow, hugging it to her chest, spinning in a circle, looking at the wooden beams on the ceiling and taking in the Edison chandelier. “It’s perfect, Logan. Just perfect.”
“I’m glad.”
She nestled into his waiting embrace, bu
rying her nose in his chest. Looking up, Charlie whispered, “But you do realize that I’d love you even if we lived in a studio apartment, right?”
Logan could not have loved her more at that moment. Giving her a gentle squeeze, he murmured in her hair, “Yes, I do know. You’re such a good girl.”
“I’m famished, Daddy. Can we order pizza or something?”
“Not yet, baby. I want to show you our bedroom first and... I have a surprise for you.”
Instead of excitement gracing her face, he watched her eyes widen minutely and her throat worked to swallow. A bit of trepidation was perfect. She had learned in a short amount of time that her daddy was a bit sadistic.
Nudging her forward with his hand, they walked back to the foyer and keeping her in front of him, Logan guided her up the staircase. However when they hit the landing, he halted her progression.
“Take off your pants and panties.”
Her head swiveled, her eyes darting. “Here... wait... what?”
“Naked from the waist down.” He blinked, and with a nod of his head in the direction of her genitals, the nonverbal demand was clear.
“Is anyone—”
“No one is here, but even if there were staff, you’re supposed to mind me immediately, right?”
She nodded solemnly. “Yes, Daddy.”
And to her credit, she took both her pants and panties off, leaving them in a heap on the landing.
“Show me that adorable bottom and walk up the stairs—slowly.”
Logan ran his index finger up the crack of her ass and watched her shimmy and giggle, the wobble of her buttocks causing his cock to harden even further.
Once they were at the top of the stairs, Logan said, “Walk to the very end of the hallway, that door is our bedroom.”
Logan had come to the conclusion while walking in this manner to their room that he would declare many evenings a no-pants night. The sweater framing her white backside was thoroughly enticing and this manner of dress assured she was warm as well.
Obediently she stopped at the door, waiting for further direction.
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