Daddy's Law (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 4)

by Olivia Fox

“Are you resisting an officer of the law?” he growled. “Maybe I need to cavity search you with my baton. Now spread for me. Time for your strip search!” Buck knelt, and his hand slowly pinched a trail up the inside of my calves and thighs.

  “Officer, there’s no reason for you to pat my bare skin! What are you doing?” I could play my teenage, virginal role in this fantasy.

  His meaty fingers arrived at the wetness spreading between my legs. “You bad little girl, you’re naked and soaked under that short skirt, aren’t you? Your pussy always leaks like a faucet for perfect strangers? Or is it just me?”

  One of his hands grabbed my ass cheek while the other slipped over my pussy lips, cupping and rubbing, fingering my clit, then slipping two fingers as deep as he could up inside me. “Time for Daddy to punish his naughty little girl. Do exactly as I say, baby, or I will slap your ass so hard you'll be begging for mercy. Understand?”

  I mewled when I felt my skirt pushed up to my waist. Then a hard, stinging spank fell across my cheeks, along with a single slap to my lady bits. His damn hand was so huge it was like a pussy paddle. “Ow!”

  “Say ‘Yes, Officer,’” Buck whispered in my ear.

  Refusing to obey, I stayed silent.

  “I wasn’t asking,” he growled and spanked me on the ass with some unidentifiable object meant to hurt like hell.

  It worked.

  “Yes! Officer.” My breathy voice was unrecognizable to my own ears.

  “Good girl.” His hands left my throat and pussy. I felt the handcuffs being unlocked. Then he carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, and cuffed one arm to the bed frame.

  My miniskirt slid up over my hips, and my pulsing, wet slit was exposed to his view. Meanwhile, I was blindfolded.

  Suddenly, hands pushed my thighs wide apart and the most unbelievable sensation hit my honeypot. He concentrated on my clit, the place I rubbed sometimes in the shower, alone, during my six-month sentence.

  Long, tortured moans come out of my throat again and again, my thighs clamping around his mammoth neck, as he licked just the right spot and I shamelessly humped at his mouth. His stubble scraped my thighs as he tilted his head, working his tongue deep inside me, jerking it around. “Pleeeeeeeease….”

  “Officer O’Connor will give you what you're begging for, baby. Don’t worry. Now hold still. I’m not going to stop or slow down, and you’re going to have to open wide to let me in. It will be hard to make it fit.”

  Although I was drenched and ready, Buck was unable to ram and shove his huge hard-on inside of me all the way.

  Huge peg, tiny hole.

  He reached down, and I could sense him gripping his cock. He plowed the fat tip against my smaller hole, smearing the head in my folds to collect moisture.

  “You look so fucking hot with your eyes covered, your hips thrusting against my dripping rod like the horny little girl you are. You ready to pay for your crimes when I shove this big baton up inside you?” His fingers pushed my button, pinching, squeezing, and playing with just the right pressure.

  “Yes! Daddy, please. I know it’s huge, just shove it in. I can take it.”

  He pressed the tip inside of my hole, and it felt like he was trying to push a fifty-gallon drum between my thighs.

  “Wait, never mind! It won’t fit!”

  He plunged all the way forward, filling me to the hilt, and I screamed at how tightly I was wrapped around him. Then he started to pump.

  “Oh my God, it feels so good. How can it feel so good?”

  He surged inside of me, dragging his huge hardness in and out until, covered in my juices, he was able to hump me furiously.

  I whipped my head back and forth on the pillow. “Oh, Buck! Yes… God! Don’t stop, please.”

  He lifted the blindfold and rested on his forearms, almost placing his lips on mine. “There you go, you horny little kitten, take my dick. You needed a good, hard fuck, didn’t you? You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, fuck me, Officer, oh fuck yes!” I screamed. He kept pounding me until all my energy spiraled into to my clit.

  “That’s right. Open your legs and get ready for my cum. You’d better quiet down if you don’t want the whole neighborhood to know Officer O’Connor is fucking you.” He put his hand over my mouth, which only made me more turned on.

  My hot and dripping pussy began to vibrate, and I lifted my hips off the mattress to hold his giant cock, which was planted deep in me, while I convulsed around it again and again.

  His cock slid in and out of me, grinding one orgasm out of another from my pussy.

  “Buck! Oh, oh, yesssssss.”

  He grabbed a breast in each hand to bear down on me with his hips pumping, faster. Faster. “Oh, God. Here it comes, Roxy!”

  He arched his back, shoving himself even further into me, and groaned.

  I felt him release his load, spending way up inside me, so much it splattered all over my thighs. His still stiff rod was buried so deep his body continued to pound up against my clit, destroying my clenching pussy as it spasmed again and again.

  “You’re mine now, Roxy,” Buck murmured several minutes later while lying beside me. He grabbed my pussy. “I claim this little treasure as mine, and mine alone, from now until eternity.”

  Chapter Eight

  After my trip to pick up donuts the next morning, I walked into the bedroom and caught her rubbing her sweet spot, under the sheets.

  “What does my little girl think she’s doing?” I said in a low, grating voice, my desire scraping up my throat.

  “OMG, can a girl get a little privacy around here for cripe’s sakes?” She yanked the covers adorably over her head.

  “Only Daddy is allowed to touch you there. The sooner you’re able to accept my word is law, the better.”

  “Oh really?” she sassed.

  “Really.”

  “Such as?”

  I Superman flew and landed over her, holding myself off her with one forearm and gently grabbing her neck, whispering, “You should watch yourself, little one. You bring out the beast in Daddy.”

  “I’m not scared of you,” she whimpered as I softly squeezed her neck, reminding her who held the power here. “You’re just a big, fat meanie. I know you’d never hurt me.”

  “Never. Now tell me, why were you touching yourself while I was gone?”

  Squeeze.

  She moaned and melted into the pillow. “I was… was thinking about your hu-huge cock fucking my face from above. I was th-thinking about you grabbing my hair and making me do it. I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does. Do you think I’m weird?”

  “Not at all.” I unzipped.

  “I was thinking about how, when you got out of bed this morning, it hung down your thigh like a freaking baseball bat. And I imagined you told me how pretty I looked on my knees.”

  “Well, let’s see if we can make those fantasies come alive. Open that pretty mouth. Now.”

  When Roxy’s mouth closed around my cock and she began humping her itty-bitty pussy against my thigh, my balls tightened and burned in time to the rhythm of her suck. Oh God, her lips stretched around me as she made her way up to the bulging tip and looked into my eyes.

  If only I could keep this expression always on her face.

  No doubt. No regret.

  If I were completely honest, I also loved the devotion and something similar to worship in her gaze while her hands stroked up and down my pole.

  The tiny particle of my brain, which wasn’t completely sex-crazed, admitted the most important thing was there was not a visible inkling of worry on her face.

  But fuck. That mouth. A man could hardly think when it was lavishing his dick with suction and kisses. Come on.

  “You look so pretty with your lips around my cock, baby. Makes me want to tie you up and keep you for myself. Never let you out.”

  The pressure built, and I couldn’t help myself, doing just as Roxy imagined while she fingered herself earlier.

/>   I grabbed the back of her head.

  Pump. Pump.

  “Daddy will let you touch yourself while I fuck your mouth. Go ahead, little girl.” She moaned around me, and I began to force myself into her mouth from above like an untamed brute, encouraged by the way she gripped my thrusting buttocks, pulling me toward her, and fingered her clit wildly.

  She choked.

  “What’s wrong? You can’t breathe with such a big dick in your mouth?”

  “It’s okay, Daddy. Don’t stop. I want to make you come in my mouth. I like it when you choke me with it. It turns me on.”

  Dear God, this woman was sent from heaven above. “Are you sure?”

  She moaned loudly, continuing to lick, suck, and kiss my now dripping rod, until there was no way I could hold back. The love liquid dripped from the tip of my turgid erection, my balls heavy and aching to release, tortured by the sight of her pink tongue lapping at me like a kitten while she played with her pretty pussy with puffy lips and clitty peeking out in excitement.

  “Ohhhhh, good girl, sweetie. Let Daddy show you how to swallow his cum. Do you want it in your mouth? ’Cause I can’t hold back anymore.”

  She groaned intensely beneath me as she fucked her hand more forcefully. “Mmmm, it tastes so good. Give me more, Daddy.”

  “Oh, baby. Get ready. Here it comes.” I held her shoulders and splashed myself over her hot tongue and mouth while she sputtered and moaned beneath me. She grabbed my hips to pull me even closer, and a wave of cream leaked out of her lips.

  My breath was like a freight train as I watched her beneath me.

  My princess.

  She smeared my fluid, adoringly, all over her pretty tits.

  I renewed my vow to help her accept my rules of the game. I would nurture the little girl inside of her—the one I knew was still there. Innocent. Obedient. Waiting for me all this time.

  It was one of those rare days in Briarville when the wind came in just right so the sound of waves was louder than anything else in the air. The sun was shining. There was a cool ocean breeze. It was a “take your shirt off and mow the lawn” kind of day.

  This evening was the much-anticipated cattlemen's dinner, dance, and silent auction, which I figured would be the perfect place to reintroduce Roxy to our little community.

  I agreed to pick up my parents and take them to the ball, which they had been attending for over thirty years. The auction preceded the steak dinner featuring local, grass-fed beef.

  “But I don't want to go!” Roxy whined. “There might be people who know me there.”

  “And? What of it? You're with me. You have nothing to prove to anyone. Or yourself for that matter.”

  “Oh come on, Buck, you and I both know a sworn deputy of Mayberry has no business hanging out with the town’s bad girl.”

  “You’re putting a label on yourself, Roxy. You've paid the price for your mistakes; it's time you forgave yourself.”

  She crossed her arms and stuck out her lower lip.

  “Keep pouting, little girl, and I’ll blister your behind. Or is that what you want?” Dammit, the thought had my dick standing at attention. This girl was going to be the end of me.

  Before the dance, Mom and Dad were happy to mingle with people they had grown up with. Dad smiled proudly at Mom, ignoring the fact she sipped grape juice, fully believing it to be a glass of wine. For tonight anyway, it was just like it used to be.

  It made me feel all kinds of things for Roxy, to see their old-fashioned romance still going strong. I loved Roxy since I knew what the word even meant.

  “You fancy a drink?” I asked, noticing her nervousness.

  “Does a bear shit in the woods? Katie Jo and Melody Harper just walked in the front door. Those are the last people on Earth I want to see right now!”

  “Come on, I’ll get you a glass of liquid courage. What’ll you have?”

  “My favorite is a sex on the beach, even though the name is weak.”

  After grabbing a drink, we checked out the items up for bid, and I caught her looking longingly at a handcrafted, blue agate slice pendant necklace. There were three of them up for bid as one item, all set in sterling silver and meant to be layered.

  Roxy and I exchanged a poignant look.

  “Do you remember?” she asked.

  “Like it was yesterday.” Years ago, we had driven to a beach to hunt agate rocks, just to get her away for a bit during the time her mom was undergoing treatment.

  You bet your bottom dollar I’d outbid any person in the room to get my hands on the necklace for Roxy. We continued around the table. The only other auction item, which caught my princess’s attention, was the tiny Yorkie puppy up for auction. There were four pictures of the little critter that’d been raised at a small kennel in the country. Roxy read the description. “We offer the most exquisite teacup Yorkies. This little baby girl is ready to come home with you and love you forever.” She sighed. “Isn't she cute?”

  “Not as cute as you are.”

  She looked up at me. “I swear, Buck, sometimes you make me believe being with you is really possible.”

  “Oh he’s a charmer my Bucky is. Just like his father.”

  “Oh! Mrs. O'Connor, I didn't see you there,” Roxy said after jumping into my arms.

  “Bucky, you going to buy something pretty for this lovely lady of yours? I told you, you need to put a ring on it.”

  Roxy almost did a spit take at my mom quoting Beyoncé.

  “Roxy, why don't you take Mom to get some more wine?” I winked at Roxy and mouthed to her “grape juice.”

  When she led Mom away, I jotted down an exorbitant amount for the agate necklace on the bidding pad, to ensure no one would out bid me. Agates weren't precious stones, but the meaning of the piece of jewelry was worth its weight in gold to me. It was a symbol of the time period when Roxy and I spent so much time together.

  “Well, that was simply outstanding,” my dad said in approval of his meal.

  “Glad you liked it, Dad. The cattlemen's dinner never disappoints, does it?”

  “Would anyone like some dessert before the dancing starts?” Roxy asked.

  “Ooh me, me, me,” my mom chimed in.

  We all requested something chocolate, and Roxy walked over to fetch them from the dessert table. I continued to chat with Mom and Dad until I happened to look up and see a shocked expression on Roxy's face. It took me two strides to get to her side, effectively confronting Katie Jo and Melody.

  “What seems to be the problem here?” I demanded.

  They practically gulped in concert.

  “Well?”

  “It was nothing, Buck. No big deal.”

  “You wanna say it again?” Taking in Roxy’s wide eyes and nervousness, I said, “It doesn't look like no big deal to me. I'll give you one more chance to answer. Don't make me repeat myself.”

  I actually felt sorry for the two girls, although I knew they could be cruel brats.

  “We were just noticing the jail food must have agreed with Roxy,” Katie Jo said with a nasty smirk.

  “Well now, it almost sounds like a compliment, but something tells me you didn’t mean it to be such. So tell me, why does my girlfriend look like she’s seen a ghost?”

  “Your girlfriend?” blurted Melody. “Roxy? You're going out with her?”

  “What of it?” I challenged.

  “Girlfriend?” whispered Roxy.

  “Of course you're my girlfriend; don’t be silly. I’d like to know why you find it so surprising, sugar?” To make my point, I leaned down and laid a lip-lock on my girl, aiming to make her toes curl. I fixed my gaze on Katie Jo and Melody again.

  “My fault. Never mind. We were just about to go back to our table. We didn't mean anything by it at all,” Katie Jo said, and they skedaddled.

  I looked quizzically at Roxy. “The old Roxy would have cut those girls off at the knees. That place really did change you, didn't it?”

  “Not just the place, Buck
. There are some other things I learned while I was inside as well. I can tell you about it when we get home. It's nothing I want to talk about in public, okay?” And she whispered, “Daddy?”

  “Yes, little girl, but don’t think this will go unpunished. Enough of you questioning your self-worth. Just remember, whatever happens later on, you’ve earned it.”

  She shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold.

  We dropped my parents off at their cottage and didn't leave until Mom was safely tucked in bed. Sure, they could've had one of the attendees come in, get her undressed, and tucked in. But it was nice to be able to do it ourselves and help out and be with Mom a little bit.

  Back at the house, Roxy and I sat down in the rocking chairs.

  “I can make you another drink if you like.”

  “It’s okay, Buck. In fact, it’s kind of a good way to introduce the subject I was going to cover with you earlier. There’s a reason I stick to just one drink nowadays.”

  “Nowadays? You mean post-slammer?” I smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood.

  She fingered the agate necklaces I had won for her. “I wonder if you’ll want these back after I tell you. It was so nice for a while tonight, pretending like I actually was your girlfriend.”

  “Come on, Roxy. Why so serious? The worst is over, for goodness sake. Six months in jail. You survived.”

  “What I wanted to tell you was when I was in jail, I actually got diagnosed with mania. It explained a lot about my behavior for so many years. It doesn't make it right, but it was kind of a relief to learn there actually was something wrong with me. It’s not just that I’m a horrible person.”

  “I never thought you were.”

  “Well, you’re one of the few who didn’t. Even I can see I treated people horribly before I was properly diagnosed and properly treated. So that’s it, with the medication I'm on, I really shouldn't drink a lot. It's also why I'm fat.”

  “Do you feel better on the medication?”

  “I mean, it’s only been six months, so I’m still getting used to it. So far so good, except the weight gain and feeling like my brain is moving in slow motion sometimes. Those are the only negatives.”