Walk For Me: Club Avalon Book 4

by Kay Elle Parker

  “Was any of that story the truth?”

  “Every last word. Sergei wants to make amends before they head back to Chicago. For a member of the Russian bratva, he seems like a decent guy. Just wants to sort out this mess Ivanov brought to town, bury his dead, and go back to what’s familiar.” He glanced over at the impatient killer. “I better get him back to the city. Apparently, rural living makes him edgy. I’ll send you my full report later.”

  “Trust me, I want to read it.”

  Atticus watched both men exit and calculated how soon he could remove Christophe from the project. He had no desire to entrench one of his best men so far into the muck that he couldn’t get out. As soon as Att had confirmation that the Bangers were on their way into extinction, he’d get Christophe back into the fold where he belonged.

  With the security doors locking automatically behind Christophe, Atticus left the desk unattended and went to track Rachel down in her office. She was shaking, but a few words of reassurance soon calmed her ragged nerves, and by the time he slipped out of the room, she was composed and settling back into the therapeutic routine of her work.

  Actually, he decided as he walked back to his office, he was pissed he hadn’t gotten his shot at Elliot. What the asshole had done to Alicia was deplorable, and even having the metal teeth of a saw tearing through skin, flesh, and bone wasn’t a harsh enough sentence.

  No point in being furious about something he couldn’t change. If the prick had died screaming, that was one wish granted, at least.

  Unlocking his office door, Atticus stepped inside and stopped dead, lifting an eyebrow at the naughty little girl no longer doing her homework. Like a rabbit in headlights, shocked blue eyes peeped at him from behind his desk. Color hit her cheeks, and he heard the rapid click of her finger tapping the mouse of his computer.

  “What are you doing, princess?”

  “N-Nothing, Daddy.”

  “Mmm-hmm. Did someone get bored while I was gone?” Nonchalantly, he strode to his desk, circling around it to stand behind her and assess the screen. “Well, well. Aren’t you a naughty girl?”

  Since Monday, he’d been too tired on a night to do anything but crawl into bed beside her and pull her in tight against him. He was aware she straddled the line between wanting sex in a curious capacity, and wanting sex to make him happy. The problem was, he had no intention of letting her sacrifice her own happiness for his.

  Her period had ended two days before, leaving her snug pussy empty for whenever he wanted to play. Of the night, he’d started slipping his hand between her thighs and teasing her gently, testing those limits and triggers with careful precision.

  This was a positive step, although he wouldn’t tell her that. He shouldn’t encourage his little to watch porn behind his back.

  “What do we have here?” he mused, humming under his breath as his eyes studied the movement on his computer screen. It wasn’t kinky, hardly adventurous, but the anal scene playing out between a blonde woman and a bald, tattooed beefcake was certainly not what he’d expected.

  He set his hands on her shoulders, kneading quietly as Alicia froze at his touch. She tensed as the on-screen action became more heated, squirming as the fat cock plundering the woman’s tiny asshole began to drive harder inside her, almost to the point of violence.

  “Is this a fantasy of yours, Alicia?”

  “I-I don’t know.” Her response was distracted, and he noted how her fingers gripped the armrests of her wheelchair. “Archie told me that Jasper…Jasper likes to put things in her butt, but I…is this real?”

  “I’m not sure Connie and Archie are good influences on you,” he muttered to himself. Not that he’d ever stop them from being friends with his princess, but by God, he was going to have to make sure they didn’t give Lisha any ideas. Or, he should say, any more ideas. “Did your father never try to do anything like this?”

  Her head pivoted from side to side. Atticus didn’t think her eyes left the screen. “No.”

  Immediately, Atticus wondered why the pervert hadn’t attempted to take her anal virginity. It was a taboo kink in the eyes of some, which he thought would have been right up the asshole’s alley—pun intended. Whatever Abraham’s reasons, Att could be nothing but grateful that Alicia had been spared that ordeal.

  “Anal sex isn’t to everyone’s tastes. There’s a stigma attached to it—it hurts, it’s dirty, it’s unsanitary, and so on. There’s truth behind it, but on the same token, it doesn’t have to be any of them.” He kept kneading, one eye on the action, then leaned over and pressed the unmute button on the keyboard.

  Alicia jerked as the hard slap of flesh on flesh burst through the speakers, along with several throaty moans from the woman. There was resistance building, a physical recoil against the idea that the blonde could be enjoying what the beefcake was doing to her. Atticus could feel it shudder through her slim shoulders.

  “Talk it out, princess. This is a good time to learn how to communicate with the people around you, specifically me.” He wanted her honesty, her openness, and wasn’t sure he would get it. The flurry of emotions bouncing around inside her swung from hot to cold, again and again. “How does watching this make you feel?”

  “I’m afraid.”

  “That’s okay. That’s understandable.” Switching his touch from her shoulders to a single hand on her nape, he crouched beside her so he could see her pale face. The color had leeched away. “This is what I need, Lisha. Why are you afraid?”

  “I’m afraid for her.”

  Interesting that she thought of the other woman before she worried for herself, he mused. He heard the woman’s cries take on a higher pitch, the grunts of the beefcake growing deeper, and wasn’t prepared to let her watch the end of the video without vetting it beforehand.

  Porn stars didn’t ejaculate rainbows and fairy dust. Some of the noises they made, and their expressions, weren’t conducive to putting a certain traumatized young woman’s mind at ease.

  Reaching out with his free hand, Atticus shut it down with a couple of clicks of the mouse just as the beefcake threw back his head, thick neck straining so hard the tendons stood out, and growled out the money shot.

  Alicia didn’t protest.

  “She wasn’t in pain, Lisha. Aside from being an adult movie star, she probably enjoys anal sex for more than just the money. Most women—and a decent percentage of men—discover that they like it. Lots and lots of nerve endings back there. Remember the orgasm I gave you, how good it felt?” Fingertips stroking the side of her neck, Att waited until her eyes slid over to meet his. He offered her a reassuring smile. “This is just as good, just as pleasurable. Anyway, I don’t know what you’re all worried about, because we’re a long way away from tackling that yet.”

  Some of the tension in her face ebbed. “We are?”

  Thankful for the opportunity to cut her stress off before it took a firm hold, Atticus nodded. There was a lot of shit on her plate right now, too much anxiety building up for her to handle, and adding to it was just stupid. “A long way away,” he repeated, even though his cock wilted at the thought. It did love anal—the resistance from the muscles, that slight pop as the head breached the tight sanctity of a sub’s rear, then the whimpers that turned into moans as it pushed deeper into heaven. “However, seeing as you’re now due a punishment for using the office equipment to watch porn without permission, I think what I have in mind for punishment might enlighten you.”

  “Sorry, Daddy,” she said mournfully as he stood and moved her wheelchair away from his desk. “I didn’t mean to be nosy. The little picture was so tempting.”

  Atticus replaced his chair to its rightful position, then sat and lifted her onto his lap, facing the desk. His left arm cinched around her waist to keep her secure, while his right hand toggled the mouse and brought up the desktop. “Which little picture?”

  Alicia pointed to a little black dot with the label SX on the screen, buried among several other icons.


  Frowning, he studied it, then clicked it. Yes, it did indeed bring up the, ah, colorful home page of a well-known pornography site, and he vaguely remembered when he’d gone through a lonely stage of jacking off in his office every night for almost a week during a hellishly long paperwork period.

  Shaking his head at his mistake, he dragged the icon to the recycle bin. “If you want to watch adult stuff like this, Alicia, I don’t mind. You’re grown up, you have needs. It’s normal. All I ask, for the moment, is that if you feel the urge to watch something, you tell me so I can look through it first. Porn is a minefield of kinks, and I don’t want you to be triggered by something you’re not prepared for, and that I don’t know about. Deal?”

  She leaned back against his chest and sighed quietly. “Yes, Daddy. Am I getting a spanking?”

  “Not today. I have something more mentally challenging for you in mind.” One-handed, he brought up a browser and typed in the website address of an online store where he’d bought most of his personal collection of sub toys. Using the drop-down menus, he brought up the anal toy section, then took her hand and set it on the mouse. “Your punishment today is to pick two of these out for future use—one for playtime, one for when you’ve been a naughty girl. And yes,” he added with just a tiny bit of dominant glee, “they will be used, if and when you’re ready to think about expanding your limits.”

  “But you said we’re not doing that yet!” Her voice rose an octave.

  “I did. I also said they’d be for future use, if and when you’re ready.” His palm rubbed up and down her thigh, stroking her leg beneath the cotton pants she’d chosen to wear. Every so often, he let his fingers skim over the protected apex of her thighs, relishing the soft gasp of her breath. “Now, take a look, princess. Daddy’s buying butt plugs today.”

  It took ten minutes to convince her that buying butt plugs didn’t mean using them as soon as they arrived. Another five to reassure her that anything she picked would not harm her.

  The first plug she reluctantly chose was made from glass. The product description stated it was blue and purple, which he didn’t mind. Color was irrelevant as long as it did the job. The size…well, his index finger would probably stretch her more than the damn plug—at one and a quarter inches in diameter, she’d hardly feel it.

  But she was doing as she was told, which he couldn’t fault. It was her pleasure plug, and it was ideal for if she gathered the courage to step outside her comfort zone, so he dutifully added it to the basket along with some aloe-infused lube.

  When she selected a similar sized plug as her punishment toy, Atticus very firmly put his foot down and explained that little girls who misbehaved deserved to have their bottom holes stretched enough that they could feel the reprimand. Sitting in the naughty corner with a sliver of rubber in their rectum did not qualify as a suitable chastisement, and to her horror, he gave her the choice of two three-inch diameter plugs.

  The first, tapered and smooth, wouldn’t be half as much fun as the second, which sported a delightful shaft designed like anal beads. The thick bumps would add to her punishment as he pushed it up her ass, one solid ball at a time, yet would offer her a reward when he pulled it out.

  Plus, she would squirm so prettily for the duration of her corner time.

  “Come on, princess. We haven’t got all day.” They did. Aside from Elliot’s head in a box, life inside the office was slowly resuming its normality. He could take as long as necessary to do this unless an emergency cropped up.

  Alicia shook her head and played nervously with the forearm hooked around her waist. The feel of those tiny fingers dancing over his muscles made him harder than an iron fucking bar. He’d given thought to taking her to Avalon that night, going early enough to avoid the more intricate scenes that happened later in the evening, but now he decided to nudge things up a step at home.

  “I-If it’s for punishment,” she mumbled, lifting her hand to her mouth, “shouldn’t you be the one to choose?”

  By everything holy, if she started sucking on her thumb, he would have her flat on her back on his desk, her pants pulled down to her ankles, and he’d be doing some goddamn sucking of his own.

  “I appreciate your respect, Alicia. I do, and you’re right. Daddies choose their little girls’ punishments, but I’m asking you to select the manner in which you’ll receive it. Whichever you pick, it won’t be used every time you’re naughty. Just when you need a reminder that Daddy knows best.”

  “They’re too big.”

  Atticus lifted his hand, folding his fingers down until only his index finger remained. His heart stuttered as she reached out and wrapped hers around it. “That tiny hole is capable of taking this, Alicia,” he told her, firmly but gently. “A little patience, a lot of lube, and it will take every inch of my cock. One day,” he added soothingly before she freaked out. “The point is, you can handle either of these plugs. Just trust me and pick one.”

  She went limp, the resistance draining out of her. Still holding his finger, she used it to point shakily at the second plug, a choice that surprised the hell out of him. He hadn’t thought she’d be brave enough to go for the scarier of the two.

  Adding it to the online basket, Atticus dared to press her on it. “Why that one, princess?”

  She tilted her head to look at him. “Do you think I’ll break any rules knowing that is what’s in store for me?” She snorted and bit her lip, keeping the rest of her thoughts to herself.

  “Well, I hope so.” He kissed the sensitive spot he’d discovered just behind and below her ear. Grinning as her back arched, he wondered how he’d ever lived without her brightening his life.

  It took only a couple of minutes to check out the plugs and lube, then he closed down the browser and hugged her with both arms around her waist. His chin rested on the ledge of her shoulder just right.

  “I think it’s time to get you upstairs for some lunch and a nap, princess.” He squeezed her side gently, pleased to feel a little more flesh under his palm. She was gaining weight, slowly and carefully, but there were still moments when he worried he’d break her. “This afternoon, you can work on your reading and then do some coloring again while I finish up here.”

  “Okay. Will you let me try again?” she asked hopefully.

  There was no need to ask what she meant. Spinning the chair around, he stood with her in his arms, then turned and set her back on the seat. She shuffled forward, using her hands on the armrests to inch her butt to the edge, and set her socked feet flat on the floor.

  Thin arms trembled as Alicia pushed herself up out of the chair and tried to stand on legs too atrophied to bear her weight. The moment she let go of her crutch, Atticus was there, his hands on her delicate waist as support. Her hands gripped his forearms, her forehead creasing with furious concentration as she shuffled her feet forward one at a time.

  Only an inch for each one before pearls of sweat dotted her forehead and hairline, but it was a daily miracle.

  Atticus limited her to one attempt a day, not prepared to allow her to injure herself before they could see the specialist for explicit instructions on her rehabilitation, but right now, one attempt was more than enough to tire her.

  The joy on her face when she accomplished even the smallest movement was a reward in itself, but he always gave her an extra treat when the exercise was complete.

  Today, she didn’t stop at an inch. Teeth clenched and bared, she dug her nails into his muscles and strained to achieve the same again, despite the quake in her thighs and the awkward give of her knees.

  On a gasp that was part growl, Lisha edged her left foot forward, breathing hard between those teeth. It reminded him that he needed to schedule a dentist’s appointment for her, then the thought vanished as she nearly screamed with frustration, unable to shift her right foot into position.

  “Come on, princess, just that bit more. Good girl, buckle down and pull it forward. Come on, you can do it.” Every part of him yearned to help her, but
he couldn’t. This had to be her achievement, she needed to feel like she’d earned it. “It’s in you, Lisha. You’ve got it in you to move that foot where it needs to be.”

  Not once did the words I can’t cross her lips. Atticus knew one day soon, when his princess started physical therapy, she’d say it so often it would become her mantra.

  Blue eyes looked up at him, fiercely determined and slightly bewildered. She couldn’t understand why her body swayed between cooperating and failing. Her upper body was beginning to shake with exertion—Att could feel her will to succeed fighting against the current limitations of her legs.

  Instead of coddling her as he craved, he adopted his strictest Daddy voice and wielded it with expertise. “Who are you, Alicia?”

  Bafflement filled her face. “Um…Alicia?”

  He shook his head. “Who are you?”

  She thought about it with intense focus for several seconds, giving her brain a rest from trying to force her limbs to work. The tremors running through her body eased, offering respite. “Daddy’s princess?”

  “Daddy’s princess,” he confirmed firmly. “What can princesses do?”

  Her legs were going to collapse at any moment. Although he held her weight easily, she just wasn’t strong enough to stand on her own. Sometimes the mind outran the human form.

  “Lots of things I can’t?” she asked in a tired voice.

  She was lucky his hands were full, otherwise she’d have gotten a sharp pop on the ass to remind her there were plenty of things she could do, including taking a spanking. “The correct answer is anything they want to fu-fluffing do,” he retorted, barely saving himself from dropping the F-bomb. He reminded himself to be more mindful about using coarse language around her. “So if my princess wants to walk, what is she going to do now?”

  Alicia inhaled sharply, rekindling the fight. “She’s going to move her foot.”

  “Don’t tell me,” Att said on a quiet laugh. “Tell you, and then do it.”

  God, how could she be any more adorable? Squeezing her eyes shut, her lips moved without making a sound. Her fingers flexed and released on his arms as though gearing her up for another battle. When her eyes opened again, she seemed calmer. “I can do this.”