Honey, Honey: The Cairn Series

by Rebel Carter

  He took it in hand and slid the tip of it through my lips, the first contact had me seeing stars and I moaned, eyes drifting closed, head thrown back when he repeated the motion. Up and down he dragged his fat cock through my folds, urging me to move against him.

  “What do you say before your Daddy fucks you? For giving you his big fat daddy cock?” Law asked as he lowered himself down to his elbow, placing it beside my head and bending down to speak in my ear. He fed the head of his dick inside of me with exaggerated slowness and I sobbed. “What do you say, princess?”

  “Thank you,” I cried. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  He moved his hips, lazily thrusting into me. “For what, you dirty slut?”

  “For fucking me. Thank you for your,” he thrust again, this time with more force and my words broke off into a strangled sob.

  “For my what?”

  “Your daddy cock. Thank you for giving me your daddy cock!”

  Law thrust again, pumping his dick inside of me and then again, my breasts jiggling from the force of it as my breath was punched right out of my lungs. Law was big and thick in all the fucking right places. My pussy ached from the stretch of taking him but it was a glorious burn, just like the welts still reddening on my body. The man was easily worth every bit of exquisite pain he brought me. Pleasure on the heels of each and every instance. Law’s hand was at my clit working it in time with his thrust and when I opened my eyes I saw that he was looking down at where he was touching me, his hand moving faster, driving me closer and closer to another mind blowing orgasm while he fucked my body, chasing his own. His thighs were pressed to mine, knees on the bed giving him the leverage to fuck me as he pleased. The force of it would have moved me if not for the restraints keeping me exactly where I was. He was fucking me like my body, my cunt, held the answer to life’s questions and he was determined to possess the knowledge at all costs. The man was taking from me with each roll of his hips. I loved it, I wanted him to hollow me out, to eat his fill with both fingers and leave me fucking spent and empty, the remnants of me messy and dirty on his fingers and tongue.

  “Princess,” he growled, lifting his eyes to meet mine.

  “Daddy!” I cried, my orgasm slamming into me and pulling me under. My pussy clenched around his dick, the feel of him filling me up adding to the ecstasy he had given me, was still giving me, fucking it through each and every inch of my body so thoroughly I knew I would never shake Lawson Sokolov from me. He was in my bones now. I had a taste for him, one that was going to leave me hungry and wanting for the man, for the Dominant that was now losing himself in my body with a low groan. His movements became less measured, more erratic and he came with a last hard thrust into me.

  “Princess, god.” Lawson’s head dropped to my shoulder, the arm that had been placed by my head curling behind my neck and pulling me tight against him. He slid his other arm under me and held me tight, hips lazily rolling, teasing out the edge of his release. We lay there, chests rising and falling together, bodies moving as one, sweat and cum slicked skin pressed flush. The comfortable press of the leather against my skin grounded me comfortingly and I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his arm with a content sigh.

  I could stay like this forever.

  “You’re mine, Honey.”

  I smiled. “I know.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  LAW

  My sub was happy. She was satisfied and practically purring with pleasure. This meant I was happy. I looked down at where she was sitting on the floor in front of me, a mess of pillows around her for comfort. The fire I’d started earlier was cheerily crackling away in front of us while Honey sipped the tea I’d made her. I focused on the hair I was braiding. Her dark, thick curly hair felt good in my hands, the strands of it curling pleasingly around my fingers while I worked a braid into being. When I was done, I gave it a tug and tipped her head back to look at me.

  “Are you happy?” I asked, knowing she was but needing to hear it.

  She beamed up at me, her pretty face brightening with a smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I kissed her forehead, settling my hands on her shoulders. “When you’re happy, I’m happy, princess.”

  “I know.” She sipped her tea again and then leaned back against the settee we were on with a content sigh. “We have to go soon, though.”

  “I know.” I squeezed her shoulders not liking the thought of leaving the bubble of the Cairn, but she was right. It was mid afternoon on a Sunday. We’d spent the better part of the day sleeping, eating and fucking. I’d touched, licked, and kissed every fucking part of my little girl, and I’d let her do the same. I enjoyed the hungry and demanding way Honey touched me, the way she kissed me, taking as much as she could.

  She was mine, but I was unquestionably hers in return.

  But that was here, within the walls of the club. We hadn’t talked about life in the city. What the everyday would bring for us. My mind was already on the work I had waiting for me, the way my life was void of Honey’s warmth and softness. How I had fucking beat it out of my life with surgeon like precision, leaving nothing but work and numbers. That had been safe, better for the people I’d once loved, better for me. It was preferable to know the people you were soft around were safe. That they wouldn’t end up with a bullet in their back or a message carved in their side.

  I hadn’t bothered picking up the threads of my old life when I went legitimate. Being clean didn’t really translate to a white picket fence and a dog with a little missus waiting at home for me. That was for a decent man, and I...I hadn’t been that for a long time. My life was safe now, stable at least with the biggest risk coming in the form of conference calls and memo forms. But even still, I worked long hours, I was an asshole when I was overworked, Addie said so. I didn’t have hobbies anymore, I was-–fuck. Who the fuck was I even anymore? The week since I’d met Honey had woken my ass back up to real life.

  I’d lifted my head long enough to look around and see that I was well and truly out of step with the rest of humanity. None of that shit had mattered to me before, but after Honey, I’d noticed. I hadn’t liked that I noticed or the prickliness it set under my skin, making me feel restless. Frustrated and full of energy at not knowing where to fucking start when it came to stepping back into who I’d once been.

  I’d come to the club to blow off some steam. Get that taste of humanity out of my mouth and force myself back into the familiar coldness of my life. My weekend with Honey had blown that plan to shit. How the hell was I going to work a submissive into it? A little girl that was, not just a little in need of a guiding hand from her Daddy, but a complex woman who was bright and determined? Honey was a challenge I had not figured out yet.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked, reading my face. Fuck, I needed to work on keeping myself more together around her. But it was difficult. Honey had a way of bringing every wall and boundary I had built up down to the ground. She had access to me in ways I had never allowed another person, not just a submissive.

  Now that she had noticed my mood I decided not to beat around the bush. No use starting now. She’d read it immediately. And I was the one who had pushed for honesty. No more lies. Those were my fucking words.

  “Trying to figure out how we work when we leave here,” I told her, and I felt her stiffen beneath my hands.

  “I was trying not to think about that.” She said, voice quiet. She turned so that her body was to the side, her back against my thigh. She bit her bottom lip, teeth wiggling the plump flesh for a beat before she let it go and blew out a heavy sigh. “I don’t expect anything,” she said.

  “What the fuck?”

  Her brown eyes moved to the side, away from me and towards the fire. “I’m just saying that I know—that, you know this...this…” Her voice trailed off and I crossed my arms, leaning back in my seat.

  “This what, Honey?”

  Her eyes flew to me. It was the first time I’d used her name that day. It had been nothing but prince
ss, little girl, baby girl, good girl, and a lot more fucked up shit that I wasn’t in the mood to think about right then. If I did, I’d get hard and I could tell from the worried look on her face, the way her brows were pinching together, that sex wasn’t going to be on the list of activities I felt like indulging in.

  “That this is temporary. Just a fun weekend, Law.”

  Law. Not Daddy. I didn’t like it, though I know I deserved it for using her’s first. I took in a deep breath. If Honey was going to dig her heels in about this ‘fun weekend’ bullshit, I was going to give as good as I got. I wanted this woman. I wanted her to be mine and I would rejoin the living to do it. I would show her this was not just a weekend. It couldn’t be.

  “It’s not just a weekend,” I gritted out, not giving a shit about holding my cards close to my chest. No lies. Honesty. “Not for me.”

  “What?” Her eyebrows flew up. I preferred surprise to the upset look she’d been giving me, even though I didn’t fucking get why she was surprised.

  I scowled. “What what?” Jesus this was going off the rails.

  She jabbed a finger at me. “Explain.”

  I reached out, wrapping my hand around her finger and folding it back into her hand. “It’s not polite to point.”

  Her cheeks dusted a light pink and I saw her throat move in time with a hard swallow. “Sorry,” she whispered and she lowered her hand, taking mine with her. I could have pulled away, dropped her hand when my point was made. But I wanted the contact with her. My hands wrapped around hers.

  “What do you mean this isn’t just a fun weekend?”

  “Exactly that. I don’t want a fucking weekend with you Honey. I want- I broke off, because what the fuck did I want? Hadn’t I just thought that I didn’t get a missus and a white picket fence? Though the shit we’d done that weekend, what I knew Honey needed from her man...I didn’t think she’d want a white picket fence and a quiet life. “I want you,” I finally settled on. That sounded right.

  Her mouth dropped open. “What the hell?”

  This time it was me who was frowning at her. “What?”

  “I don’t get you.”

  “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

  She smacked my leg. “I’m serious, Law!”

  I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her and lifted her up, dragging her into my lap. “So am I, Honey. What the fuck are you going on about now? I just told you I want you. I don’t want this to be a ‘fun weekend’ or whatever the fuck you are talking about, okay? I want you, goddammit.” I glared at her, fully committed to not letting go of her until she understood the damn words coming out of my mouth. What the hell was it with women never listening to everything before they started yelling? “Will you listen to me? I want you.”

  She laughed. “I want you too.”

  I stared at her. Her words were too easily won. Hadn’t she just been smacking me a second ago? “Is this a trick?”

  “Oh my god. Shut up and kiss me.” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.

  “Fine,” I grumbled, but I didn’t care because Honey was kissing me. She wanted me. I’d kiss her anytime she wanted so long as she wanted me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  LAW

  We left the club that evening. I took Honey to dinner, some fancy place she was worried about going into because of how she was dressed. “Everyone is going to stare if we go in there with me looking like this,” she said, hands twisting in front of her. Some fancy french place Addie had told me she’d made reservations at when I’d told her that I needed a table for two.

  “For two? But you never eat with anyone.” Addie stated. It wasn’t a question, not really. She was right and she knew that. I cleared my throat and glanced over at Honey who was packing her bag up, her hair still in the braid I’d put in.

  She looked sweet.

  When she looked up at me and smiled, I felt my chest go tight and I cleared my throat, looking away while I answered Addie’s question.

  “Yes, two. I have company tonight.”

  “It’s a woman. I know it.”

  “Addie, swear to god…”

  “Right, right, right, boss man. Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything,” she chirped excitedly. “Can’t wait to hear about her tomorrow!”

  “No, Addie—listen,” I began, but she was gone, already hanging up to make the reservations for me. Addie was a great executive assistant. She didn’t need to do shit for me outside of work hours, definitely not on a Sunday afternoon, but she did it anyway. She would have been pissed if I hadn’t asked her. I wasn’t looking forward to paying up for it though with a Monday morning grilling from her. Everything had a price though. I could give her enough details about Honey to satisfy Addie’s curiosity.

  At least I thought so.

  “You wanna put your dress back on?” I asked. The club had had it laundered and the emerald dress she wore like a sex goddess was pristine and waiting. If she changed in the car, we could manage it.

  Taylor and I could stand guard to make sure she had enough privacy for a quick change. If she put that damn thing on though...I was sure she was going to end up with more attention than if she stuck with what she currently had on. Converse, jeans and a tank top. I liked the way she looked, fresh faced, hair in a braid, body sporting the mark of my flogger beneath her clothing, and most of all freshly fucked by me.

  “What? No! I mean, I don’t think so…” She bit her lip and looked out the window at the restaurant that was all lit up inside, people sitting at each and every seat and she sighed, shaking her head. “I should have brought something nicer to go home in.”

  “What for? You’re beautiful like this,” I told her, and took her hand. “You don’t owe any of those fucks a damn thing,” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder at the restaurant and I heard Taylor chuckle up front. “You’re here to eat dinner. Our money is good as anyone’s in that place. You wear whatever you want, and if they say a damn thing they can answer to me.”

  “But these places have dress codes and-”

  “They won’t say a damn thing, Honey.” I told her, already making up my mind that I would buy the damn place and turn it into a fucking fast food chain if they did. “Trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”

  That had gotten her up and moving, she’d taken my hand and followed me into the restaurant. Slowly, but she was walking all the same. The second we hit the door, the hostess turned to look our way, and when I saw their lips turn down, I stepped in front of Honey making it apparent she was with me.

  Out of nowhere a man hurried up to the hostess and grabbed their arm, whispering in their ear, their eyes on me as they did so. And just like that the sour look on the hostess’s face vanished and they nearly tripped over themselves to greet us.

  “Mister Sokolov! We are so pleased you chose to dine with us tonight.”

  We were seen to a private room where I made sure Honey was comfortable. She ordered off the menu with an excited smile telling me she hadn’t had food like this ‘in a while, I’m so excited!’ When she had the first bite of her meal, she moaned, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. The sound was almost identical to the sound she made when I was going down on her, which I liked. Turning this place into a drive-thru was off the table then, and I made a mental note to bring her back here as often as she wanted.

  After dinner, I took her home and when she pointed out the lights with a grin and a soft ‘thank you,’ I kissed her slow and sweet and right in front of her door where her nosey old neighbor was peeping at us through the cracked door she had opened like we didn’t see her. We ignored the woman and went inside Honey’s apartment. It was quieter in here than I remembered, but that was easy without a storm raging overhead.

  My eyes landed on the kitchen table and Honey grinned at me when she noticed where I was looking. “Are you up for a repeat?” She asked, dropping her bag onto the floor beside the couch and sauntering over to the table with a sway in her hips. “Daddy?” she asked, looki
ng over her shoulder with a pout.

  I groaned, eyes on her mouth. I loved her mouth. “Fuck yes,” I muttered, already following her. We spent the next hour with me feasting on Honey’s pussy, and this time she touched me as much as she liked. I carried her to bed after, tucking her in with a glass of water on her bedside table. And when I left her there was no question in my mind, or hers, that she was my girl.

  Being with a woman like Honey was easy. Affection came easily where she was concerned. But what I didn’t get was how she brought that out in me. Why she wanted to give it to me. Because if she was my girl that meant I was her man. I’d fucked up a lot in my life, but this?

  This was better than perfect. This shit felt good.

  This I was going to protect.

  THE END

  Excerpt for Sweet Rule

  Chapter One

  HONEY

  BaristApp has 3 new notifications.

  I turned my head and looked at my blinking phone. I’d been ignoring the damn thing for the past twenty minutes when the alerts started going off. Normally, I woke up at the first app notification, eager to see what gigs might be available around town, so that I could plan my day. But not this morning. This morning I had been sleeping, enjoying the dream that had wrapped itself around me like a comfy flannel.

  The dream had been about Law, more of a memory than anything else. It had been a distorted loop of our last few hours in the confines of the club when he was him and I was me. The sweet trappings of our dynamic were still there gently influencing our interactions. He was brushing my hair, plaiting it in a braid while he talked to me. I had zero clue what Dream Law had been saying, but I liked the way he’d sounded, the deep rumble of his voice filling my ears, his strong hands in my hair, fingers sliding through it until I’d felt content and relaxed.