Harsh Daddy

by Megan Michaels

  “That’s right, baby. Just like that, except I want your knees bent and spread.”

  Would she ever grow accustomed to this position? It exposed her in a way other positions didn’t seem to, and she fought the unladylike stance. Her mother would die.

  “Stop thinking and do as you’re told.” Logan knelt on the bed between her legs and pointedly stared at her crotch.

  Excruciatingly slowly, she obeyed, her knees splaying open; she felt the cool air brush along her inner furls, and her clit beat in a staccato pattern.

  Leaning forward, he dipped his head and blew on her open sex, and her hips thrust so violently that the bed shook, and she almost wiped his nose with her slit.

  “That’s right, Charlie.” He blew again, and then with his tongue, he slid along the crease, laving her clit.

  Charlie knew better than to touch him or push him away. She’d learned that painful lesson a couple of weeks ago. Instead, she grasped the pillow behind her head and screeched, closing her eyes and arching her back with the arousal. Her hips convulsed and spiraled out of control. Her breathing came in fast pants, her brow sweaty, and she clenched and unclenched her sex and little bottom hole. The need for his cock had her almost insane.

  “Please, Daddy.”

  “Please, Daddy, what, baby?’

  “Please, Daddy. Fuck my cunt.”

  “Jesus Christ. That’s a first.”

  Opening her eyes, she watched a bead of cum bubble to the surface of his cock’s purple head.

  Charlie pushed her pussy forward, hoping to impale herself upon his hot rod of deliciousness. She needed him, wanted him. And would go to any lengths to force him to meet her needs

  “Uh-uh. Who’s in control?”

  “Arrrrgh. You are! But I need you to fuck me.”

  “Well, how can Daddy resist that?” Lining himself up, he swiveled his cock at her opening, teasing and not entering more than an inch and then pulling out.

  She wrapped her ankles around his ass, tugging him forward, only to find her thighs slapped harshly.

  “Nuh-uh, girl. I’ll tie them. Put them down, and keep your hands behind you too.”

  He continued to glide his cock along her labia, bumping her clit and then inserting himself just a smidge, just enough to make her insane.

  She screeched, her neck arching with the frustration, and she growled.

  “I swear to Christ, I’m going to fucking brain you when we get out of here. Fuuuuuuuuck me! Pleeeeeease, Daddy.”

  He acted like he didn’t hear a word she’d said. He nibbled on her breasts, suckling each one, drawing and pulling until the areolas were pinkened and furled tightly. Logan’s cock slipped and slid along her juices, dipping into the well of her sex, spurring her arousal further and further toward the cliff of her orgasm.

  And then with no warning, he thrust into her, slamming up to the hilt, his cock bouncing off her walls, and she grunted with the force.

  The delicious, harsh, and much-needed pound of his cock had her writhing.

  “Yes!” Charlie shouted with her satisfaction and the fullness of his cock within her.

  He nailed her cunt, fast and hard, pounding harshly, battering her sensitive flesh, until she felt every muscle stiffen and contract, her vision blurred, and she screamed, “Oh, God. I can’t... I’m gonna...”

  Logan bit her shoulder and growled, thrusting harder than she thought possible, gliding along her g-spot until she screamed with her orgasm.

  “Oh, I... am I... Oh, no.” She swore her bladder released and then realized it was squirting. He had battered her g-spot, and with a full bladder, she squirted.

  It seemed like streams of juices spilled over his cock. He filled her with his hot seed, melding with hers. Their hips slammed into each other, the slapping sound filling the room and the musky scent of their sex heady and moist.

  “Fuuuuck. That was...”

  “Yeah... me too—”

  No words. None were needed or required. They had communicated on a spiritual and sexual plane that few could or would ever do in their lifetimes. It was a magical and heavenly concoction.

  Once Charlie could breathe correctly again, she sighed. “What a mess. Is this why you didn’t let me pee?”

  “Yeah, do you see how intense your orgasm was? And before you say it, that is not urine; there is no smell. You squirted—plain and simple.”

  “But—”

  “I know, I know. It felt like it, but you didn’t. Now, let’s get you showered. Once you stand, you’ll see that you still have to go to the bathroom. I’ll clean up the sheets while you’re in there, and we’ll begin our day.”

  Charlie stood, pausing to rub her ass; it was still so very sore.

  Logan whistled low and long. “Wow-wee, girlie. I hope for your sake, you behave for a while.” He shook his head.

  She pushed her bottom lip out, giving him the best pout she could.

  Pointing his finger in her direction, he said, “Don’t you dare. You asked for this.”

  “I’m sorry.” She dropped her head.

  “Baby, you paid the price.” He squeezed her left buttock, hard.

  Rising on her toes, she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. How would she even sit for movies today?

  “I’ll not apologize for blistering this ass. You deserved every welt.” He patted it gently. “But today is about pampering you and making you feel forgiven and loved, as always, even when I’m disciplining you. I want you to know... feel it to your core. Go shower.”

  * * *

  Charlie: Gavin, it’s me. Are you there?

  Gavin: Yeah, are you okay? How are you doing this? I figured he’d take all your shit by now.

  Charlie: He did. I’m on his laptop while he’s in the shower.

  Gavin: All bets are off on our investigation processes. I see he has his men watching me.

  Charlie: Yeah, he said he’d do that. I wondered if you saw them already.

  Gavin: I’ll still do some online research and hunting, but scoping out where Nancy is seems to be out of the question now

  Charlie: That’s my assumption as well. I better go, so I have time to delete this communication before he gets back to the room.

  Gavin: You take it easy... and rest your rump. I’m betting it’s sore.

  Charlie: You have no idea.

  Gavin: Jealous!

  Charlie: SMH—you’re crazy!

  Gavin: It’s why you love me. Take it easy, doll. I’ll see you when this shit is over.

  Charlie: Love you too, Gavin. Be safe.

  Gavin: I will and you too :::heart emoji::: xoxoxo xoxoxo

  Charlie quickly exited the messenger app and deleted the history and cookies, shutting the laptop down and replacing it on the coffee table in the exact position she had found it.

  Fuck.

  Finding a position of comfort had become damn near impossible; even her hips had marks and were sore. She’d not steal his truck or do anything out of the ordinary ever again.

  She chuckled to herself. How many times had she promised this very thing to herself—as a child and an adult? Too many to count, and had broken the promise every single time. This time would be no different.

  When it came right down to it, she always ended up opening her mouth, saying or doing something that would end up putting her in the crosshairs of trouble.

  Resting upon her hip, she punched the power button on the remote, lazily scrolling through the channels. Relief flooded her at the knowledge, once again, that Gavin would be safe and watched. She couldn’t bear to lose him to the mafia, and she had Logan to keep her safe here in this house as well as his staff.

  Logan breezed into the room. “Mack just texted me. Something’s up.”

  Uh-oh.

  He opened the laptop, tapped his password in, and opened screens, focusing on the task at hand and not her. Thankfully. She did not doubt that she wasn’t keeping a poker face.

  “Shit!”

  Jumping, she shifted. “What
?”

  “Apparently, the Tomassos are aware that communications have occurred from this place and have been caught scoping out the garage.” He slammed the laptop shut, leaping up. “I need to teach you how to get to my pistol. Do you know how to shoot?”

  “Of course I do. I’m from Virginia. My daddy taught me at a young age. I haven’t done it in ages, but I’m sure it’ll come back.” She followed him out of the room to their bedroom.

  “I have several guns around here; most are locked—as they should be. But this one is always here and loaded.” He reached under the mattress on his side of the bed, handing her his Glock.

  “My daddy’s gun was like this. I’ll be fine. I know how to operate it.”

  “We’ll do some target shooting out back for a bit. I want to be sure.” He carefully retrieved it from her. “There’s no time like the present. Let’s do it now, and then we can relax for the afternoon.”

  “Okay.”

  He turned to leave the room and then spun around. “Oh, and Mack also said that you contacted Gavin on my laptop.” He stared at her and, pointing his finger literally under her nose, growled, “It’s your last communication, or we’re going to tussle, girl. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She swallowed past the huge lump that formed within her throat. She loved Gavin and wanted him safe, but at this point, she needed to preserve what little of her backside was left. “I won’t do it again.”

  “See that you don’t, now c’mon.” He walked out of the room, and she quickly hopped to it, keeping up with his brisk gait.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “How much longer do we need to review this shit before we just start confronting them and taking them out, sir?” Logan raked his hands through his hair, frustrated with the ridiculously long process of bringing in the ATF, SWAT, and FBI and arresting these thugs and goons. It was time—past time for their demise.

  “Logan, you know we have to be sure everything is in place. And... well, we’re just not quite ready yet. Close. But not quite yet,” Mack sighed, and Logan knew the man wasn’t pleased with the situation either.

  “I just want this over. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder all the time, and I’m petrified to leave my girl even to take a shower, let alone leave the house. We haven’t done or gone anywhere because of the Tomassos.”

  “I know, I know, Logan. It’s not much longer. Just hold on.” Papers shuffled in the background. “I see there will be some activity this evening, and I’ll update you tomorrow if we decide to move ahead with closing in on them.”

  “Okay. We’ll sit tight. She’s getting antsy, and I’m tired of keeping her—and the men—from going buggy.”

  “I can certainly send more projects your way if need be. Do you need more work?”

  “No, sir. I just need to finish what we’re doing is all. I’ll talk to you tomorrow after tonight’s activities. I’ll send my men to your office as planned.”

  “Thanks. Tomorrow.”

  Logan hung up with Mack and dropped his phone back onto the counter.

  A goddamn fucking mess is what this is.

  Projects never went easy, especially when it involved the mafia or organizations where there were too many cogs, and in the process, it became inevitable things would become chaotic no matter how much you tried.

  “Who were you on the phone with?”

  Logan turned, and Charlie stood in a short t-shirt, her panties barely visible, and the lips of her sex outlined by her pink underwear.

  His cock jerked in response. “Come here, baby.”

  With a lazy grin, she sauntered his way, swaying her hips, mischievously teasing him.

  Swiveling on the barstool at the counter, he pulled her to stand between his legs. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good.” Logan lightly pressed his forefinger between her labia, the soft cotton material dampening quickly with her juices. Easing his finger away, he smiled at the sexy display—the scant material pleated between the lips of her sex, darkened with her juices in deep contrast to the pale pink. Logan wanted to throw her down on the counter and fuck her with abandon.

  But he resisted. It was early yet, and he needed to take a shower to begin his day, although most of the staff were already downstairs, running the garage and keeping track of the comings and goings of the Tomassos.

  Again, he’d let his girl rest since she had started her period. Since she was crampy, the sleep would do her well.

  “You feeling a little better today?”

  “A little. I’m hungry, so I want to have something.”

  Logan rose. “You do that; I’m going to quickly take a shower and go down to work. You stay up here today. You can lie in bed and watch movies. Remember to take some over-the-counter pain relievers.”

  “I will, Daddy.” She kissed him gently, slipping her tongue between his lips.

  “Don’t start that, girl. You get me going, and neither one of us will go forward with our plans for the day. We’ll see how you feel later. Right now, I want you to rest. I’ll be right back.”

  * * *

  Charlie sat, eating her omelet. There had been some leftover meatballs from the night before, and she threw in some fresh basil, spinach, onions, and mozzarella cheese. The smell was absolutely heavenly. She scooped up a bite with her warm wheat toast and groaned out loud, muttering to herself

  “You outdid yourself, Charlie.”

  Funny how she hated Logan calling her Charlie when she first met him. It seemed so classless, and now she loved it. It was a nickname that was only between the two of them.

  Well, she had to laugh. Initially, it was only between the two of them—now the rest of his men called her Charlie as well.

  Her Southern-proper mother would be beside herself. Stabbing a piece of meatball and putting it into her mouth, Charlie wondered how her mother was doing. She was pretty sure that the petite neurotic woman who gave birth to her was giving the guards around her a fit.

  Living with Nancy Winslow was not an easy task, and her shrill, demanding voice and controlling nature made residing with her virtually impossible. She didn’t give those around her a moment’s peace unless they were sleeping.

  Charlie was pretty sure that was the main reason her father had left, even though he hadn’t divorced her, but they lived separate lives. He had never taken care of Charlie, but he provided money for both of them. The man had decided his peace meant more to him than loving his daughter.

  Watching Logan’s devotion had taught her a few things about a daddy’s love and the realization that she had never been enough for her father. Charlotte Anne Winslow never felt first place in his life or Nancy’s.

  The rattling on a window disrupted her musing. Charlie crept to the nearby window, looking up and down the road. There was a different car in the road, and she wondered if it could be trouble. The tapping came from the kitchen window, and she skittered away quickly. Going down the hall to their bedroom, reaching under the mattress, she pulled out the Glock, checking it for bullets and then snuck down the hall.

  The window above the sink slid open, and with her heart hammering in her chest, Charlie stood against the wall. Hiding her body behind a door wasn’t the safest location, but anyone coming down the hall wouldn’t see her, and she could take them by surprise.

  The dishes rattled in the sink, heightening her fear.

  Booted feet clumped on the wooden floors, the heavy footfalls slowly approaching.

  Whoever it was, they were wary and taking their time, checking out the contents of the apartment, or looking for occupants.

  Charlie breathed in quick, shallow breaths and swore her heart was going to leap out of her chest. Her body trembled on the inside, but on the outside, her hands were steady and her mind clear. She felt taut, like a stretched rubber band.

  Footsteps approached; they were close, within a foot of her, and from what she could hear, there was only one person. No other footsteps could be heard.

/>   She hoped it was only one intruder.

  What if she was wrong?

  If there were two, she’d have to be quick. Could she shoot two people?

  Hell, could she even shoot one?

  There was no time to wonder and definitely no time to signal Logan. Charlie had always been good at marksmanship, and she had to believe that the quick refresher course she took with Logan in the backyard had prepared her for this task.

  A huge hulking man easily over six foot four and three hundred pounds with dark hair, a full beard, and mustache, somewhere around thirty to thirty-five years old, came around the edge of the door, and his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing when he caught sight of Charlie.

  Raising his gun, he said, “What the fuck—”

  That’s as much as he spoke. She didn’t give him any more time. Charlie shot him in the chest, his body falling to the floor. Dead.

  Dead as a doornail.

  She didn’t dare move. Stood with the gun in her hand, steadying her hand with her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot again. She’d do anything to protect Logan. Anything.

  Charlie had no idea how long she stood there, waiting for another body to come around the corner. No one came.

  Cool, wet hands wrapped around her own sweaty, clammy ones, taking the gun away.

  Startled, she jumped, pivoting as it was yanked from her hand.

  “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. It’s Daddy. Daddy has you. You’re such a good girl.”

  He tucked her head into his neck, rubbing her hair and back, kissing her forehead and face. “You’re such a good girl. It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

  Her body convulsed, the tremors taking over, and she shook uncontrollably. Were the tears all hers? Sobs filled her ears, and tears were running down her neck.

  Is that me? Am I crying?

  “Daddy has you. You did it, baby. You did it. You saved us.”

  Logan held her face with both hands. “You’re okay. You’re not hurt, and he’s dead. It’s over, baby. You killed the bad guy. Come on, baby, let Daddy get a blanket for you.”

  A stampede of feet were running in the apartment. It was all the guys from the garage, Logan’s employees, the agents contracted with the FBI. Charlie heard talking but couldn’t discern what was being said.