by Wyatt, Dani
Colin kept the girls coming, lately younger and younger, and the puzzle began to snap together. That fuck was lowering even his bar — underage girls, all from poor countries, trafficked here for his pleasure then for his profit.
“Hey, it’s okay. What’s your name?”
“They call me Molly. But, my real name is Mbaye.”
“Okay, Mbaye, I’m going to help you. I promise. I’ll be back, but you can’t tell anyone I was here okay?”
She nodded.
“And, I need to ask you something okay?”
Another slow nod.
“You ever spend time in my father’s office?”
“Yes, I clean in there, and then sometimes he calls me in there.”
“You ever see something that looks like this?”
Flynn tapped on his phone and brought up a picture of the thumb drive he knew Colin used to store his codes.
She took a long look, then nodded.
Fuck yes, Jesus. Poor kid. I’d like to snatch her out of here right now. I can’t believe the same blood runs in my veins as that monster.
“Does he keep it with him or do you ever see him put it anywhere?”
She wiped the tears with the back of her hand and stared at Flynn for a long moment before nodding again.
“Which is it? Does he hide it?”
“One time, I was in there. He didn’t think I was looking. He put me on the floor, told me to close my eyes. But I’m so scared, I peek to see if he’s coming. I saw him put something in a book. I think it was that little thing there.”
“Good girl. Okay, I’ll only ask you one more thing, but you have to think really hard, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Tell me which book.”
***
On the way to pick up his fire-doll, Flynn made a U-turn at Merk’s. A little jewelry store on Mack Avenue. It wasn’t in the city proper, but it wasn’t so close to home anyone would know him, especially with his face four shades of purple and green.
Twenty minutes later, Flynn couldn’t stop his smile as he headed out Mack Ave., the Bronco humming with his pocket feeling warm against his chest.
Chapter Twenty-eight
“I should go back to the house. At least show my face.” Lilly said.
Flynn walked next to her as she came out from work.
“Nope, babe. Uh uh.”
Flynn held the door of the Bronco open as Lilly climbed her fine ass inside. His filthy mind couldn’t help but drift, thinking of all the ways he was going to teach her to enjoy it in new and amazing ways. But that would take some time, and he jerked his head to the side, cracking his neck to try to straighten out his thoughts.
He had no intention of telling her what he’d found out today. His own head was still spinning knowing the fucked up things his own father was capable of.
“They have to know I’m not there.”
“Fuck if they do. I got it, babe. Get in and quit worrying.”
She just couldn’t seem to shut off that brain of hers. It was going to be a blessing and a curse for them both.
“Who was in today? Anyone besides the worker bees?” Flynn asked.
He fumbled in his pocket for the keys, his greedy-ass dick already flying above half-mast as soon as he got a glimpse of her miles-of-smiles coming out the door of the office building.
“Just the minions. And Ana. She thinks you’re hot.” Lilly put a little too much sing-song on that last word.
“Uh huh. What do you think?” He started up the engine and put the car in reverse.
“Ummm.” She looked out the window casually as Flynn reached across and took her hand in his. “You’re okay. You’ve got something. Not sure what.”
“Really? Something? I know what I’ve got, and it is fucking something all right.”
He brought her hand to his lips, palming the wheel with his other and scoping out traffic as he tasted her skin.
“Whatever. You’re weird.”
“Weird? Did you just call my uncontrollable lust for you weird?”
“Maybe. But, I will tell you one thing. I don’t know if it's weird or what, but you need to get that monster under control because that just can’t be healthy. Walking around with that all the time.” Lilly took an exaggerated look down to the full crotch of his pants.
“Babe, I’ve caught your scent. If you had any fucking idea what it’s like living inside my head since you came on the damn scene, you’d be proud the only problem I have is a half-constant hard on. If I let the dogs loose, we’d never get dressed again. You’d already have my seed sprouting in your belly, and you would probably be hospitalized from some ‘he ate my pussy too long’ disorder. So, yeah, my dick is hard all the fucking time. But, I’m as healthy and happy as I have ever been, so I’ll take it.” He paused, both hands on the wheel, as he took a left down Jefferson headed to Lakeshore.
Lilly scooted over like they were in some 1950s Teen Bop movie and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand warm just above his knee.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ve got my own new problems since this all started.”
She began gently playing with the inside seam on his jeans, and Flynn shook his head when his dick took that as an opening and jumped.
“Yeah, babe, what’s that?”
“I need to invest in a lot of new panties.”
Flynn let out a laugh, turned and kissed the top of her head, another salute from the ever present and ready-to-serve, second brain below.
“I stopped and picked up some things for you from the house. Snuck in and out, not a soul in the place.”
“Really?”
“Yep. In the back.” He jerked his head toward the backseat. “Oh and, babe, you are the hottest chick who’s ever put me on lock down, but I’m going to up your game on the wardrobe, okay? You need a few days of something other than beige. I like that one dress you wear, that one that wraps around. That sweet ass needs some tight-as-fuck jeans and some sweet skirts. I’m not even going to start on what I’d like to see on top to show off the world’s most amazing rack.”
“I don’t feel comfortable in tight stuff. It shows — my — it just shows too much of me. Maybe if I lose some weight.”
“Stop, baby. I’m going to pull this truck over and tan your ass. You’re not losing a pound. I like every damn inch. If you get rid of some of you, it’s my fucking loss too, and if things weren’t clear as Baccarat Crystal, I own you now, and I want it all. Got it? You. Are. Beautiful. Top to toes.”
Her hand stopped for a moment, then slipped a few inches higher on his thigh. Maybe the thought of another round of hand-on-ass was getting her going. Fine by Flynn.
Before he was done with her, she was going to understand that when he said the word beautiful to her, he might as well be saying her name, because, for him, they were one and the same.
“I also picked up some real food for us. So, we’re going to get back to the house, and first thing…” He reached between her legs and didn’t hesitate to squeeze his fingers between her thighs and give that already hot crotch a hard grasp.
“Hey! You’re awfully presumptive!”
“This may be between your legs, but make no damn mistake little one, it belongs to me. Got that?”
His grasp turned to a gentle caress and Lilly’s lips came open, and she sucked in a breath while her body curled forward.
***
By the time he put the truck in park by the giant, fallen tree, they were both ready to tear clothes and Flynn’s dick was back to being General Patton.
He wasn’t even sure how they got in the door. Flynn had his arms around her with her legs latched around his waist, and he plowed them both into the wall so hard, two little oil paintings of pine trees crashed to the floor.
Didn’t matter, he could feel the heat coming from that magical pussy, and there wasn’t anything else besides that power he needed right then.
In the short time since he’d felt her from the inside, he’d changed more than he cou
ld even fathom. Nothing even close to commitment had ever crossed his mind before. Neither did planting his offspring anywhere.
But, this situation turned him into an obsessed beast. Completely fucking gone. When he imagined anyone or anything trying to fuck up what he’d discovered with her, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to them, for her, including ending someone’s heartbeat.
As much as he’d become a better person just because of her light in his life, he knew the darkness inside him, and he could call on it at any time. Didn’t make him feel good about himself, but it was part of him, so ‘tis what it is.
Lilly was more family to him already than anyone. He would go to his grave for her, for them.
Her inhibitions were falling away too, and that made Flynn’s heart swell. Her hands were already dragging down the back of his jacket, tugging and tearing like a damn she-wolf.
Flynn braced her against the wall with one leg, and his hands went to work helping his little filly free his torso from any fabric. Hey, his girl wants his clothes off, he’s never fucking going to argue with that shit.
“Babe, easy,” Flynn chided. She was whimpering and pulling so hard that she about fell into the door.
Flynn used every muscle in his core to keep them balanced, but he couldn’t stop the chuckle that came out.
“What? Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?”
Ooh, she’s gettin’ mad. That’s a beautiful sight.
“Babe, you’re just — you’ve changed.” Flynn taunted her with his overly dramatic tone.
“Well, I know who to blame.” She wrapped her arms over his naked shoulders, leaning into him as he threw his jacket and T-shirt off his arms.
“Blame away, babe. I’ve got broad shoulders. Now, I can feel that little demon between your legs shooting flames, and I’m thirsty for fire, so I hope you’re ready for a good tongue lashing.”
Flynn got her to the couch before giving her the same wolf treatment with her clothes. He decided to keep it simple and dropped his jeans and kicked his boots across the floor.
From the look in her eyes, she was as starved for him as he was for her. As much as he wanted to just bury his mouth into heaven, he loved the play almost as much. He needed her flooding before he took his first lick.
She was still not completely comfortable with herself; she sat on the couch, naked and her hands and arms fluttered and covered. She fussed and wiggled and Flynn narrowed his eyes, thinking of what she needed right now.
“Stop moving,” he ordered as he dropped his hand to give his ready-rod a few calming strokes.
Her eyes looked up from under those lashes, and her teeth went into her lip, then released and her tongue came out to take a lick. Flynn felt drunk.
They’d spent almost all their time last night in the bedroom, so Flynn wanted to take her six ways ‘til Sunday here in the living room, which they’d uncovered and dusted since that night of the storm.
“Babe.” He stared her down, making sure he had her attention. When her eyes lit on his, he continued. “You’re going to do what I tell you, right? When I ask, you do. No hesitation. I’m always going to take care of you. You know that.”
That little flash of doubt danced in her eyes as she blinked.
“I want you on your knees, hands on the back of the couch, ass up, babe. Now.”
He counted to three inside his head, and just when he thought he would have to bring the smack back, she shifted and gave him the view he’d been jonesing for all damn day.
Fucking heart stopping. That pink gash has me on its damn payroll.
Flynn drank in the view for a good minute or two. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but the only way to solve that was to keep her doing it. And praise and reward the hell out of her when she did.
“Good girl, babe. You’re beautiful.”
Her scent hit him, mingling with the smell of the lake and the pines that surrounded the small lakeside cabin. Its fingers twirled in his head, gripped his heart and pumped blood into his already practically exploding dick. He fought the urge to pillage her. Like an animal from long ago, around her he had the primal urge to mark, tear, and destroy her so that no one could ever have her the same way again.
“Are you wet, babe? Use your fingers, I want to see you touch yourself.”
Lilly hesitated.
“This is me asking, Lilly.” Flynn felt he fire rise inside him as she lowered her hand between her legs. Then it came up, and she slipped one finger into her pink folds, slowly moving back and forth.
“Good girl. Are you wet?”
“Yes.” Her answer was muffled with her head against the back of the sofa yet filled with her growing lust.
She was his fate. As destroyed as he’d felt before she came into his life, he was as alive now.
“Good girl. Feed yourself, fingers in your mouth. Tell me how you taste.”
His girl did as she was told, and Flynn sniffed and his lips peeled back from his teeth like a dog ready for the fight.
“Like I need you.” She lifted her head and turned to give him a coy look, and Flynn just about came undone.
Hold on, you’re about to discover more of the beast than the man. And one more thing, babe is going to learn my new name.
“You need me. I want to hear you beg that shit, babe. Beg for Daddy to take care of you.”
He smiled as her face took pause. Her fingers started moving again involuntarily in her cunt, and Flynn knew he’d hit the mark, just as he’d thought.
What surprised him was when she sank two fingers deep into herself then drew them out again, bringing them without question to her lips. Flynn’s dick did a damn victory dance and covered itself with crystal clear pre-cum.
My baby girl, my slut, all mine, mine, mine.
She was too damn far away, and the sight and smell of her tugged at him from his damn balls. The soft curve of each ass cheek met his hands as he leaned to cover her back with his chest, feeling the amazing heat and energy flowing between them.
“Give me some of that.”
He watched her fingers disappear, then come back up glistening with fresh juice.
He put his face right next to hers and she touched her soaking fingertips to his lips, and he felt himself drift into timeless space.
“Ummmm, so good. You were made for me, you know that?”
Flynn gently moved the tail of her hair off the side to hang over her shoulder. He wanted to see the curve of her back as his hands glided up and down, his sense of ownership exploding in his head.
“I’m beginning to understand.” His little smartass would never just answer the damn question.
Before he could smack her ass, his teeth came down and took a bite out of her left ass cheek, hard enough to leave a deep mark, and he sunk two fingers inside just in time to feel her clench around.
“Uhhhhh.” Her hips started to dance, and Flynn’s mouth began to water.
His dick was spitting nails, but he’d have to wait his turn. He needed to drink her in, to go to that holy place where he felt most at home. Where, if life were different, he would spend every waking moment.
She shivered as he lowered, his fingers curling and moving inside her. He still had so much to learn about her body and he intended to be an honor roll student.
He could feel each little petal in her inner walls, the way she felt with each deep breath. When he came down, he breathed her in like the most soothing sea air before his tongue met her flesh, just below the dark bud where soon enough he’d have his entry.
Dropping his fingers from her, both hands grabbed ass cheek and spread her wide, pulling her folds open as his mouth moved over and his tongue lapped at the sweet, lusty juice.
Perfection. Bliss. Euphoria. Paradise. Damn, I’m so far gone, I can’t even see where I fucking started. What a fucking gorgeous pussy with the taste of fire-doll honey.
It only took a few minutes of Flynn’s talented mouth before Lilly started fucking right back into his face. Her body
heated up as his hands dug in, pulling her apart as he worked like a damn cheetah on its prey.
When he took a deep suck on her clit, her body wrangled to take over, but Flynn held her steady, riding out her orgasm with his mouth, drinking in every drop of her cum.
His dick wasn’t taking it well. Flynn couldn’t fight the fight any longer, and with Lilly still squirming and moaning, he sank from crown to root, taking her in one long, deep stroke, as deep as he ever had, and her moans turned to cries.
“Fuck, babe, so fucking good.”
Flynn took a deep breath, his mouth falling open, as he looked down to see how their bodies bonded together. He reveled in how they merged, and it was hard to tell they were truly two separate people.
She moaned, but there was a hint of ‘ouch’ in her voice. He knew her noises well enough by now, and she could take a little more.
“That cock is yours, babe. Feel how we fit.” Flynn drew slowly out, keeping just the crown buried in her tight-as-hell snatch.
She shifted back, desperate for him not to leave and that was his cue. It was go time, and his brain, and his dick were on the same page. Hard, fast and without mercy. Baby girl was going to see another gear.
“You want it, babe? Tell Daddy you want his cock, hard.”
“Ummm, please.” She mewed, but didn’t say what he needed.
SMACK!
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Owww! Yes, please. I want your cock. Hard, please.” The words turned desperate as she started trying to fuck backward onto him.
“Please, who?” Flynn wasn’t playing, and he felt her cream over his flared head as he spoke.
“Please — Daddy.”
There it is. Good girl.
She squeezed down on his cock until he thought she’d taken part of it off inside her.
“Don’t come, babe. Don’t you come ‘til I tell you.”
Flynn started giving her deeper and deeper strokes, gliding all the way out, then almost to the hilt, faster and harder with each stroke until the room filled with the sweet sound of flesh smacking, his position within her measured by Lilly’s voice alternating between fuck-hurt and don’t-fucking-stop.
