by Zoe Blake
Chloe pulled the hammer back on her gun. Leveling it at his chest, she said, “You mean until you.”
His features hardened as he took a threatening step forward. Forgetting she had the gun for protection, Chloe stumbled backward.
“I mean until now. Face it, baby, I’m your only protection.”
Chloe tried to read his expression as if the tilt of his head or a glint in his eye would give away the truth or lie in his words. “So I’m just supposed to believe you? Believe that you were not sent by this gang to kill me?”
“If I were here to kill you, you never would have heard me coming.”
The hard arrogance in his tone held an unmistakable ring of truth.
“What about the rest?”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “The rest?”
“The…the…things you made me do and say.” Chloe tried and failed not to look at the distinctive bulge in his jeans. The memory of him forcing her to her knees, the taste of his cock as he’d pushed it between her lips, the satisfying sting as he’d fisted her hair came rushing to the fore.
“You mean the punishments? The feel of my belt on that plump ass of yours? How I made you call me Daddy?” he teased, his voice dropping to a low growl on the word daddy.
Chloe swallowed. She could feel heat creep up her cheeks and a familiar twist in her stomach. Even now his dominant stance, the swagger in his tone, how he seemed to command the situation even though she was the one with the gun, seemed to fuck with her thoughts, confusing her about how she should be feeling towards him. Her only response was a jerky nod.
“Because you are a beautiful fucked up mess. You have a sweet, candy coating that hides all your dark and twisted thoughts. I’m the best at what I do because I know people, and, baby, you may not like it, but you need the punishment, the fear, the lack of control. You need to feel the pain of punishment in order to earn the pleasure of the reward. You need a daddy in your life. Someone to both punish and protect you.”
“Who says you’re the man for the job? Maybe I have someone else in my life.” Chloe didn’t know why she felt the need to taunt the beast. The truth of his words cut a little too close to the bone. She needed to distance herself from him.
Like a fierce animal, he bared his teeth and actually growled at her. “If there was, he would be dead by now.”
Unsure how to respond to such an overwhelmingly possessive statement, she asked, “So what happens now?”
Logan smiled, the expression failing to reach his eyes. “Now. You have a choice. If you don’t want this, you had better pull that trigger, otherwise I am through with talking.”
Holy fuck! He was right. She must be dark and twisty if that did it for her. The thought of this powerful man turning all his intense energy on her made her melt. She wanted the feel of his hand on her ass. She wanted to be pushed against a wall and fucked. She wanted to taste each and every one of his tattoos and kiss each scar. She wanted the danger, the pain.
Logan scared her to death, but she had never felt more alive. If trusting him was a mistake…well, she had made far worse in her life.
Chloe pulled her finger off the trigger…but her movements were too slow.
Logan lunged.
Pulling the gun from her now limp grasp, he plowed forward till the force of his body crushed her against the garage’s brick wall. She could feel the threatening press of his erect cock as it pushed against her stomach. His breath smelled of coffee as he moved his lips along her jaw to rasp against her open mouth. “You’re mine now.”
Chapter Eight
Logan
His client was going to be pissed. Of all the ways he was expected to neutralize the situation, fucking the target was definitely not one of them. It was completely out of character for him as well. He was the cold, unfeeling bastard who cleaned up messes, got paid and moved on. Never mixing business with pleasure. Chloe was different. There was just something about the woman that had intrigued him from the beginning…drew him in. His initial fascination had grown into something deeper…darker…when he’d actually met her. A tarnished innocent. His bedeviled angel.
There would be questions later. Answers she would demand. Answers she had a right to know, but for now, he was in too deep. He was going to claim her as his own…his client and the consequences be damned.
A tremor passed through her small body as he pinned her to the wall. The impact of that slight vibration heading straight to his already hard cock.
“Say it,” he growled against her lips. “Say you want your daddy.”
“Please,” she moaned.
Grinding his hips against her own, he repeated his command.
“I want my daddy,” she breathed in helpless defeat.
Without another word, Logan dipped down and shouldered her midsection, easily lifting her slight weight. With an arm wrapped securely over her upper thighs, he carried his prize back to the warmth of the cabin. He dropped her on the unmade bed among the crumpled blankets and sheets. Sleeping next to her last night, without touching her, without fucking her had been torture. He had been a goddamn saint, and now he was about to get his heavenly reward. Reaching down, he pulled off both of her adorable pink sneakers. The color made him smile. He liked that her rough edges were covered in pink and glitter. There were just hints, like the Hello Kitty bra and panties, or the fuzzy onesie, or her pink sneakers meant for a young teenager rather than a grown woman.
“Logan, maybe we should…”
He reached down and gripped the elastic hem of her yoga pants. It had annoyed him that her oversized hoodie had deprived him of a glimpse of her pert ass in these yoga pants as he’d watched her sneak across the yard into the garage. Now he would see that same ass naked and blushed red from his hand.
“Seriously, Logan. This is moving too…”
The rest of her sentence was muffled as he yanked the hoodie over her head. He could not have been sure in the dim lighting of the garage, but he had suspected his little minx hadn’t put on a bra under the sweatshirt, and he was correct. In a matter of seconds, she was lying bare and vulnerable before him.
His hands moved to his jean zipper.
Chloe sat up on her elbows as she shifted her bottom back on the bed, all the while staring at his crotch.
“Logan, I…I…”
“You call me Logan one more time and you will feel the weight of my belt sooner than later, little girl. I’m your daddy, and I’m about to make sure you never forget it.”
“But….”
Logan grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach. Raising his hand, he gave her ass two quick swats, satisfied at her cry of alarm and the bright red hand print that appeared on each cheek. Flipping her again onto her back he said, “What do you say?”
Chloe sniffed as tears spiked her thick black eyelashes. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
His faded jeans slipped past his hips and fell to his ankles. Gripping his cock, he looked down at her prone form. “Spread your legs.”
After a brief hesitation, she opened her knees, slightly.
Logan smiled. “I see my little girl needs her body to be punished before her mind will allow her pleasure.”
Chloe bit her lower lip, her big gray eyes wide and expressive. He could read the unspoken truth of his words in their depths.
Wrapping his hand around her slim right ankle, he pulled her leg up and out, exposing her inner thigh and cunt. Ruthlessly, he brought the full weight of his open palm down on the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Chloe howled in shock and pain as she tried in vain to twist out of his grasp. He spanked her again…and again, watching her pale skin bloom to a bright, cherry red.
“Stop! Stop! Oh god. It hurts!” she screamed.
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes! Yes! You have to stop.”
“Okay, baby.”
He dropped her right ankle. Before she could take a breath of relief, he snatched her left ankle and yanked her leg high in the air.<
br />
“No! No! You said you would stop!” she screeched.
“I’m a man of my word, babygirl. I did stop…punishing your right leg. Now it’s the left’s turn.”
His own hand began to sting from the impact as he connected with her soft skin. Up and down the slim length of her inner thigh, he peppered every exposed inch.
“Stop!” Chloe cried as she began to choke on her tears.
After a few more spanks, he finally stopped. Releasing her leg, he looked her over with hooded eyes.
“Now. Are you going to spread your legs for Daddy?”
Chloe quickly nodded her head yes as she opened her legs wide.
It was a gorgeous sight. Her petite form was pale against the deep blue of the blankets. The glint of moisture on the thin curls of her cunny had his mouth watering. Her open thighs were both an angry red from the punishment she’d received at his hand.
Running a finger between the soft folds of her cunt, he said, “I’m going to feast on this pretty little cunny of yours.”
Placing both knees on the bed between her outstretched legs, he ran his hands over the smooth skin of her calves. Then caressed them over each inner thigh, relishing in the heat radiating off her punished flesh. He placed his hands under her knees and raised them to rest on his shoulders. Cupping her bottom cheeks, he lifted her hips, forcing her weight back onto her shoulders and neck. He knew it would make her feel open…exposed…completely under his control.
Loving how her warmed up thighs felt against his face, Logan ran his tongue along the seam of her cunt. Forcing the tip between the folds, he circled her clit, applying the slightest bit of pressure with every sweep of his tongue. Increasing the pace and pressure, he had to strengthen his hold on her legs as her hips began to buck against his mouth.
“Oh god, oh god,” she moaned.
“That’s it, babygirl.” He growled his words against the soft folds of her cunny, using the sharp abrasion from his unshaven jaw and chin to stimulate her already sensitive core.
Dropping his hands from her ass, he allowed her body to fall onto the bed. Shifting backwards, he knelt on the floor, pulling her towards him till the curve of her ass was over the edge of the bed. Placing his full open mouth on her cunt, he licked and tasted as he placed two fingers at her tight entrance. Pushing them past her feeble resistance, they slid in to the hilt. Twisting his wrist to and fro, he pulled his fingers free before thrusting them back into her body. Hard. Over and over, he timed the thrust of his fingers with the swirl of his tongue against her swollen clit.
Pulling his fingers free, he placed the tip of his tongue inside her entrance as he used both thumbs and the heel of his palms to pull apart her bottom cheeks. Her puckered hole fluttered and clenched as he blew on it. He wanted her to know his intentions before he even touched her.
“Oh! Ah…no. I a…I’ve never…please don’t go…there,” she stammered awkwardly.
Smiling at the fear and humiliation in her hesitant plea, Logan ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive ridges of her forbidden hole. When it glistened from his administrations, he replaced his tongue with the tip of his index finger. He traced the pale pink skin with the flat of his finger, teasing her.
“Please. I don’t want…” she pleaded.
He watched as her cute pink polished toes gripped the edge of the mattress in her agitation.
Without saying a word, he pushed his finger into her barely prepared ass. Twisting, he forced it straight in past the first knuckle to the base.
Chloe’s hips shot off the bed. Her hands fisted in the covers as she let out a shocked yelp.
Placing his large hand on her flat abdomen, he forced her body back onto the mattress. Pulling his finger free, he thrust it back in to the hilt, relishing in how her tight hole clenched and squeezed him.
He then added a second finger. The moisture from his tongue was already gone, so this one would hurt.
“Ow! Ow! No!”
“I’ll be forcing my thick cock up this tiny hole before long. You had better get used to the pain of it, baby.”
Chloe whined in response.
When both fingers were inside her body, he opened them, scissoring them as he twisted his wrist. With each movement of his hand, he would capture just the barest glimpse of the dark pink inner walls.
“Please, Daddy. It hurts,” she whimpered.
“Do you want Daddy to take the pain away?”
“Yes. Daddy, please!”
Running his free hand down her middle and over her cunt, he placed two fingers at her pussy entrance.
“Tell Daddy to fuck both holes with his fingers,” he ordered.
“Please don’t make me. It will hurt.”
“Babygirl. What happens when you tell me no?”
She reluctantly whispered, “I get your belt.”
“That’s right. Now what do you say?”
He could see her chest expand as she took a deep steadying breath. “Please, Daddy. Fu…fuck both my holes.”
With his two fingers deep in her ass, he pushed the other two fingers of his left hand inside her cunt. Curling the tips upward, he shifted his hand side to side in a deep, vibrating rhythm as he thrust his fingers in and out.
Chloe cried out. “I need your tongue. Oh god. Please!”
His lips quirked up in a knowing smile as he slowed his rhythm and leaned over her cunt, inhaling the sweet musky scent before swirling his tongue over her clit. She came almost immediately.
Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open and panting. Her chest and upper breasts flushed pink from exertion. She looked beautiful in the throws of an orgasm.
Gently pulling his fingers free, he rose up over her body. Placing a knee on the mattress, he grabbed her under the arms and shifted her body upward till she was fully on the bed. As he settled his hips between her legs, he was pleased to feel the warmed skin of her inner thighs. She was still showing the marks from his earlier punishment.
Biting her small earlobe, he growled into her ear, “My turn.”
Fisting his cock, he positioned the head at her entrance. As he started to force the large, bulbous head past the clenching entrance of her pussy, her closed eyes flew open.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she tried to push him back.
“Wait. I’m not…I mean I haven’t in awhile…Chad was the only…”
He clenched his jaw, tampering down the blinding red anger he felt at the mention of another man’s name, let alone the name of the only man who had ever had her before him. If the man wasn’t already dead, he would probably kill him just for touching what was now his. It didn’t matter if it was years ago.
Logan covered her mouth with his hand.
“Don’t ever mention that man or any other man’s name to me. Ever. I’m aware he was your first, but, babygirl, I have every intention of being your last. You’re mine, and I don’t fucking share.”
With that, he thrust deep, piercing her flesh with his thick shaft.
Throwing his head back, he could not prevent the primal roar which escaped as he took possession of her. She was so fucking tight. Practically virginal. His beautiful, dark angel. Now in the grasp of the devil. Already damned, he had no intentions of ever letting her go.
Pounding into her body, he lowered his head to take one perfectly ripe nipple into his mouth.
Chloe groaned and thrashed her head from side to side. “Fuck! Fuck! Harder, Daddy, harder. Daddy, I’m cumming!”
Her words spurred him on.
Using the sharp edge of his teeth, he rubbed them along the nub, teasing her sensitive flesh, flicking it with his tongue. He palmed her other breast, testing its weight, the soft, heavy feel of it filling his hand.
Her knees crept up to his sides as she hugged him closer into her body. Wanting the pain. Accepting each brutal thrust.
As her body clenched with her climax, he could feel his balls tighten. Using extreme discipline, he pulled free of her body. Straddling her hips, he fisted hi
s hand in her hair, pulling her torso upright.
“Open your eyes.” His dark command was harsh and insistent.
She obeyed. Her gray eyes unfocused and glazed with lust…or pain…or both.
“Good girl. I want you to see me as I mark you with my cum. Mark you as my own.”
Keeping his tight grip on her hair, he fisted his cock with his free hand. Vigorously pumping his hand along the shaft, he came. He watched as his cum coated her breasts, chin and lower lip.
“Lick your lips. Taste my cum.”
The light pink tip of her tongue flicked out along her plump lower lip.
It wasn’t enough. Not for his heated blood. Not for the primitive need still surging through his veins. Releasing his still turgid cock, he swept his fingers along the upper curve of her breast.
Holding his cum coated fingers up to her lips, he said, “Open wide for Daddy.”
She opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her his cum.
His sweet babygirl.
She was now completely his.
Chapter Nine
Chloe
Chloe waited till Logan left the room before flopping back on the bed and covering her eyes with her hands. Holy fuck! What the hell had she just gotten herself into? That old adage about getting burned when you dance with the devil came to mind. There was having a thing for bad boys and then were was getting involved with someone like Logan. The man was intense, and he played for keeps. He was also obviously very dangerous in more ways than one. He made Chad look like a small-time petty street thug. What the hell was she going to do now?
As she always did when she was nervous, she started to play with the small metal heart charm around her neck. It was the first piece of jewelry she had ever molded and made herself. It had both a sentimental and calming affect on her.
Did she seriously trust him to still not kill her? Yes. Deep in her gut, the answer was yes. She may be a dumb bitch, but there was something about him…a protective vibe. Admittedly, that protective vibe took the form of a strict disciplinarian father, but in her own fucked up kinky way, she really liked that about him. She'd never known her father, and her mother hadn’t given a rat’s ass about her or her well-being. After so many years of taking care of herself and being the only one who gave a damn whether she lived or breathed, it was intoxicating. The feeling drew her to him like a bird seeking shelter from the cold.
