by Dani Wyatt
I spent two months in juvenile hall, where I met Connor, but eventually, the prosecution dropped the case, citing self-defense. Still, that shit imprints on you, and in an instant, I can bring up that anger—and whoever is in its path had better get the fuck out of the way.
Growing up like that, you learn that people you can trust are rare. Connor is one of those, and my mom is the other. Okay, I guess Dorothy comes in a close third—we may not always get along, but I know she wouldn’t stab me in the back. She was the product of a side-chick my father had, but to my mom’s credit, she never held that against Dorothy and made sure she and I knew we were blood and we would always have her back.
That’s why I encouraged Mom to bring her in to manage her stake in my company. I feel like it’s my duty to take care of them both. It was a long road for all of us in our own ways. I know I did the right thing that night with my father, but it left us all damaged in ways we may never understand.
Despite it all, Mom is always there for me, and nothing will ever come between us again.
“I’m the best I’ve ever been. As long as we get these shares bought, I’ll be fine.”
“Got it. So when exactly did you get interested in pet care? That dog of yours needs an entire corporation to take care of him?” Connor chuckles. He was ten when we met. Tough, skinny little fucker back then. He’d taken on a few bully punks at his elementary school he'd found harassing a couple of six-year-olds on the playground.
They beat the shit out of him that day. Knocked two teeth out and broke his nose. He showed up at school the next day, looking like hamburger but he hid a baseball bat on the playground, and when recess came, he broke enough bones on both of them they didn’t come back to school for the rest of the year.
“Naw. Truth, the fucker that took over the agency near me that I’ve used since I got Buddha is an ass. I’ve got a score to settle.”
“You know, you could probably just call and get him fired. It’s not like you’re a nobody. Fair or not, who you are, you have influence the normal Joe on the street does not. No need to waste money buying out an entire company.”
“Just do it. I have my reasons. You know as well as I do that sometimes it takes more than just a punch to put a guy down. You’ve got to stick the boot in, make sure he knows he’s beaten.”
“Fair enough. I’ll let you know when we’re set. Might take a couple days, I have to get into it. See who the primary shareholders are and if anyone is looking to get out.”
“As fast as you can is all I ask.”
“I’m on it.”
These days, whenever possible, I win my battles on the right side of the law and without violence. We will see if this plays out how I plan; otherwise, Carver Daniels may have some steep hospital bills in his future.
I finish up with Connor by checking on how things are going with Newral. They’re young and new to business, so they’re going to need more of a guiding hand than usual, and I want to make sure they’re getting everything they need. He wrapped up the deal in my absence, stepping in and making up excuses for why I had to bail, but I know I owe him for that. I intend to clear up any ambiguity just as soon as I secure Emmy here with me and take care of the loose ends with her former boss.
Until I do those two things, I won’t be much good for anything, so the sooner I get my shit together with one very pleasant and one less-than-pleasant item on my to-do list, the better for everyone.
Eleven
Marshall
“YOU’RE NOT TRYING.” Emmy shoots me a crooked smile and crosses her arms like she’s annoyed, but a second later, she’s laughing hysterically, and tears are streaming down her cheeks.
“Really? You’re laughing at me?”
She nods and snorts, her hands covering her mouth as she doubles over trying to catch her breath.
Last night I made her dinner, fed her sitting naked on my lap, my cock buried deep inside her because I couldn’t bear to not be touching her. We made love through the night, and my sweet little one is insatiable.
Thank Christ.
Because I will never get enough. I ate her pussy, fucked it, then she practically tackled me to get to my dick and suck all her sweet juices off before I sprayed my cum on her world-class tits.
She rubbed it in, telling me she wants to wear me every day, and if I didn’t know before, I love this girl more than I knew was possible.
“Buddha.” I try to keep my voice even like Emmy told me. “Walk.”
He lifts one eyebrow, but instead of looking at me he looks at Emmy, as if waiting for her approval and instruction, like she’s the one that saved his ass from that chain and traded his down and out into Lifestyles of the Rich and Canine.
“Okay, okay.” Emmy’s pink cheeks are plump with her wide smile pushing them upward. “Let me show you one more time.”
We’re at the dog park, and she’s trying to teach me how to get Buddha to walk on a leash. We took a quick swim in the lake early this morning, splashing and kissing like a couple of teenagers. For her, I understand, but for me? I’m a good distance from my teenage years...but fuck if I don’t feel sixteen when I’m around her.
My heart thumps away in my chest like I’ve been running a marathon. Being around her makes me feel so alive.
I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, and she told me she wanted to take me to her favorite restaurant, then take Buddha to the dog park and show me how to get him to walk on a leash.
Truth is, I’d go to the laundromat with her and probably have the best time of my life, so I was game for whatever she wanted.
We drove to the east end of town, which is a primarily Hispanic area. She directed me to this little red-and-yellow painted building, with flashing Christmas lights around the windows and little wooden tables with mismatched chairs out front.
She told me to have a seat, and she’d get us the food. Buddha dropped to the floor by my feet as I handed Emmy a hundred dollars and told her to order anything and everything she wanted. That made her laugh, telling me if I could eat ten dollars’ worth of food at this place, she’d be amazed.
I told her to tip the server whatever was left. In she went, then out she came with a brown sack filled with the most amazing breakfast I’ve ever eaten. Tortillas filled with chorizo and eggs, roasted peppers and potatoes, and a salsa that had my mouth humming for more. Then there were the tamales. In all the five-star restaurants I’ve eaten at, I don’t know if I’ve ever moaned so much over a meal in my life.
After that, I was happy we were headed for the park and a walk because I think I gained ten pounds in that one sitting.
We talked about her family. Her father was Hispanic, and even though she never knew him, she’s tried to find some solace by embracing that part of her heritage, and she said the food has become something that makes her feel in her own little way like he’s with her.
She says she has her mother’s hair and eyes, and her father’s taste buds. All I know is, whatever she is, I want more.
After that, I told her I wanted to take her shopping for things she would need at the house. She balked, but I insisted, and she made me a deal on the condition I let her pick the store.
She pulled out her phone and found the nearest Target, and I started to complain, but she said a deal is a deal, so off to Target we went.
Inside, she lifted Buddha up and into the cart. When the woman at the customer service counter gave us a dirty look Emmy told her was my therapy dog and whenever I was without him, I would break down into hysterical sobs, so it was better for everyone involved if she just let us be on our way.
As the woman eyed me, I screwed up my face, wiping away a few imaginary tears as Emmy choked back laughter and Buddha went for his first ride in a shopping cart.
Along the way, I grabbed another cart, which we filled with anything I thought she would want and anything she did want. Clothes, shoes, hair ribbons, shampoo, body wash, bath bombs, cherry lip gloss, and lingerie, which I had her take into the dres
sing room and try on for me.
If it wasn’t for Buddha being outside the dressing room in the cart, I would have spent the day in there, fucking her until security escorted us out. Instead, I settled for finger-banging her with my hand over her mouth until she gushed then put her back together as she pouted and begged for my dick.
She’s wearing one of the new outfits she picked out, a little denim dress that buttons up the front and holds her tits perfectly, without a bra.
As she comes over to take the leash from my hand, the near-permanent smile that has taken over my face since I brought her home yesterday grows wider, making my cheeks ache.
“Now, watch. In your head,” she points her index finger between my eyebrows and taps twice, “picture yourself and Buddha walking. He’s following just behind you, the leash is loose, and you are looking ahead, leading him, not down at him, hoping he will come with you. You have to picture what you want and believe it will happen. Buddha will respond to that, not to this.” She raises the leash and jiggles it a little.
“How about I picture you with a collar and leash, crawling toward me, my cock out and your mouth open?”
She twists her lips. “Really?”
I shrug. “Sounds fun.”
There’s a twinkle in her wondrous green eyes as she gives a playful huff and turns away, walking confidently, and Buddha grunts and stands, starting to walk right next to her.
“Traitor,” I grouse and fall in step behind them, watching her ass wiggle and wondering how long it will take us to get to the tree line at the back of the park so I can fuck her and relieve some of the pressure that is rising to near-unbearable proportions in my dick.
“It’s all in the mind.” She turns her head, her hair falling around her shoulders, as Buddha huffs and speeds his steps to keep up with her.
“I don’t think Buddha needs to know what’s in my mind.” I see her shake her head, but the way she shakes her ass, I’m pretty sure her thoughts aren’t far from mine. I take two long strides and come up next to Buddha, putting her hand with the leash between us. “Let’s try this.”
I reach down and interlace her fingers with mine, the leash between our two palms as we walk the little dirt path with Buddha lumbering between us.
“That’s good.” Emmy’s eyes sparkle as she looks at me, then down at Buddha. “I think you’re onto something.”
“I’m going to be on something as soon as we get to those trees over there.”
“Oh yeah?” she teases, licking her lips and making my cock twitch.
“Yeah, because I told you I have to go to a few meetings tomorrow. So I want to be sure your horny ass is so sore and tired tomorrow, you'll sleep until I get home.”
She squeezes my fingers. “Fine, but I’m probably going to go to the house and check on things. I mean, I can’t just never go home. You need your space—”
Irrational anger belts around my chest at the thought that she will ever leave our home and that she thinks I need space. “I don’t need fucking space. In fact, I want to send movers to your place and pack you up and move whatever you want home.”
She stops in her tracks and looks at me with confusion. “Home? What movers?”
“You. Move into my home, which in all truth in my mind is already our home. I don’t want you to leave, Emmy. I want you with me. For real.”
“I can’t just move in with you.”
“Why the fuck not? You got some other plans for the rest of your life? Because I don’t. Not without you.”
She reaches up with her free hand and scratches her head, then runs it down to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“But that’s where I grew up. It’s been my home.”
“It’s not going anywhere. We can make it like a weekend place or a special place. You said it needed work; let’s fix it up. However you want. Make it special for us. Until then, you’re staying with me. I couldn’t sleep or concentrate if I thought you were alone out there. I’d lose my fucking mind.”
“I think you already have.”
I nod in agreement. “Very true.”
We walk again, in silence this time, until we reach the trees where the path turns into a little open area with a bench and an old-fashioned well pump for water.
I reach for the metal handle and give it a few pumps until cold water splashes out of the metal spigot and into a concrete trough on the ground, where Buddha starts lapping at the cool liquid with gusto. I hook his leash onto a pole that’s there for that purpose, and Buddha looks up at me and licks his dripping lips, then plops onto his belly, already snoring.
“Come here.” I pull Emmy with me toward the bench and sit down, guiding her between my legs, her tits at mouth level as I start to salivate, knowing I’m going to get her nipple in my mouth in the next few seconds.
“You know, all of this is a little insane.”
“Maybe. But I am the deal maker, so let’s say I eat your pussy out here until you have no fight left in you. Then you agree and we do things my way. Sound good?”
She furrows her brows. “That’s not making a deal...” she protests, but I up my game.
“Okay, forget the pussy eating for now, although that’s hard on me. Instead, I’m going to sit you on my lap like a good little girl and give you a nice horsey ride with Daddy’s cock in that greedy little pussy of yours. Then I’m going to fill you with a bucket of my cum, and then later tonight when I get home, I’m going to eat that pussy of yours and see if it tastes different with my baby inside you.”
“Are you serious right now? Someone could see us.”
I pull her forward, push my leg out to kick her feet apart, then bring her hand down to feel the length of my cock under the fabric of my jeans.
“Take my dick out and see just how serious I am.”
She pauses, pressing her lips together, then does as I say, releasing my aching erection as I tug her forward, her knees moving to either side of my thighs. I hike up her dress and slip the ridge of my cock back and forth through her soaking folds, then slap it onto her clit a few times, making her gasp.
“See, you know you want it. You were excited when I told you no panties today, weren’t you? You knew you were going to be a hungry cock slut for me today. Tell me how much you want that cock, little one. Tell me how much you need it.”
“I want it,” she barely whispers, her voice thick with need.
Her hands go to the buttons on her dress and work them open, exposing her bare breasts to me. I don’t waste a moment, leaning forward to kiss her chest, then drawing a nipple into my mouth as I aim my dick at her opening and cling to her hips, driving myself all the way in, feeling her walls clampdown.
I see her wince and know she’s still sore and adjusting to me, so I give her a minute, content for a moment with sucking at her tit as I wait to feel the tension in her body soften.
“I’m going to be pregnant for sure if we keep this up. Are you sure—”
The doubt in her voice raises anger inside me, so I cut her off, releasing her nipple and thrusting upward, moving her body on my cock in hard, long strokes.
“I’m as sure as anything ever in my life. Just let me do the work. You just hold on, princess; my cum will find its home and you’ll be mine forever. You get that, don’t you? You’re going to be mine. Forever.”
We rock together on the bench as she calls my name, and I catch the scent of her pussy like ripe cherries and innocence on the warm summer air.
It takes all my strength to not go off immediately, but I want to feel her cum on my cock. I want her body to suck the baby juice out of me. Her hips begin to take flight, and soon my cock is sliding easily in and out of her wet heaven, drawing my balls tight and sending cum dripping out of me until I can’t stand it a moment longer.
I suck my thumb into my mouth wetting it, then bring it down between our bodies, finding her hard little button and swirling around and around as her inner walls begin to pulse and tighten.
“Pinch your nipples. Pl
ay with your tits.”
She does as I ask, her face a portrait of lust as I work her clit, her eyes closed and her body stiff.
“That’s it, precious. Let it go. Give me what I want. Give me all of you. I’ll take care of you here and forever. Let it go...”
I thrust deep and work her nub until she twists and cries out, her sounds of pleasure echoing in the treetops.
Her knees clamp on my hips as I let myself go. Pulses of my seed coat her insides, finding their way home.
“Good girl. It’s all yours, Emmy. Every drop is for you.”
Twelve
Emmy
“YOU DID WHAT?” I ASK, looking at Marshall’s naked body, still dripping from our shower together.
I look at his tight ass. The tattoos that cover his arm and chest. The way his cock is still hard, even after he fucked me bent over in the shower after eating my pussy until my legs shook and I didn’t even know my own name anymore.
“It’s done. Ruff & Purr is now under the umbrella of Stellar Acquisitions, and Carver Daniels is a mere bad memory.”
I stare down at my hands curling in the sheets as I sit cross-legged on the bed, my hair still damp and the cool air-conditioned room making goosebumps rise on my bare skin.
“You bought the company, then fired Carver?” The mention of his name makes it feel like bugs are crawling over my skin.
I haven’t told Marshall because I’m sure it’s coincidence, but I saw Carver yesterday while I was in town getting groceries to make us dinner and grabbing a few things from the house.
He was across the parking lot at the store. I don’t think he knows I saw him, and I sure didn’t make any movement in his direction. Still, just the sight of him turned me cold, and I got into the new four-door emerald green Jeep Marshall bought for me a couple days ago and sped back home as quickly as I could.
That’s not all, either. I’ve been getting texts from an unknown number saying bizarre and gross things. Can’t be sure it’s him, but it still sets me on edge.