Epilogue
Melissa (Lainey)
The sound of gravel crunching drew Melissa’s attention to the window above the sink. A black SUV was carefully negotiating the twisty driveway up to the cabin.
Heart pounding, she threw down the dish towel she’d been using to clean the counters and ran to the front door. “Daddy! Someone’s here!”
Their food delivery had been made two days ago, and he hadn’t told her to expect anyone else. Her mind raced, trying to come up with another explanation, but only one rang true.
They found us.
Stepping outside, she let the rage and the fear come. Let it darken the clouds above the house. A freak snow storm in the mountains of Colorado in December wouldn’t draw too much attention. At least she hoped it wouldn’t – she didn’t really want a repeat of the paddling she’d gotten a few months ago when she’d lost her temper in Florida and nearly caused a hurricane. The news was still talking about that one.
The winter sun completely disappeared behind the clouds and the wind began to whip through the trees. The cold barely registered, despite her bare feet. One of the perks of her gift, she’d discovered, was her imperviousness to most forms of weather.
“Mel? What the hell are you doing?”
Daddy’s voice was nearly lost in the wind. She turned to face him, and her bottom tingled at the look on his face. “Someone’s here.”
“So you came outside? Alone? You and I are going to have ourselves a nice long talk tonight, little girl.” Raising his voice, he yelled, “Turn the wind off, would you?”
Pouting, she let the wind die down, but the clouds stayed dark. “You never let me play anymore.”
“You can play another time.” Nodding toward the driveway, he smiled. “When we don’t have company.”
“Company?” She turned back to the SUV, which had parked a few feet from the porch. The doors opened and a couple climbed out. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized them.
“Mom? Dad?”
“Lainey!” Her mother raced for the porch, nearly knocking her over. “Oh, my baby. I’ve missed you so much.”
The clouds disappeared, and the weak winter sun beamed down on them again. “Mom.” Melissa pressed her face against her mother’s neck. The familiar scent and feel of her filled her senses. “Mom. I didn’t know… oh, God.”
“Andrew told us he was going to surprise you.” Her mother pulled away, beaming. “He’s a very resourceful young man. Handsome, too,” she added with a salacious wink.
Melissa turned to the man who’d risked everything to protect her. “You did this?”
Grinning, he shrugged. “Merry Christmas, sunshine.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Welcome.” With a chuckle, he nudged her away. “I think someone else wants a hug.”
The second she let go, she found herself wrapped up in her father’s arms. “My little Lainey-bug. God, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. I can’t believe you’re here. How long are you staying?”
“That’s the other part of your present, sunshine.”
“What?” She pulled back from her father’s embrace, looking between him and a smiling Andrew. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the official story is, we were killed in a tragic boating accident during our Christmas trip to the Caribbean,” her father explained, a small smile playing on his lips.
“What’s the real story? What aren’t you telling me?”
“We’re moving in next door!” Clapping her hands, her mother’s face lit up.
“What?” Confused, she looked from her parents to Andrew and back again. “There is no next door.”
“There is about two miles that way.” Andrew gestured to the right of the cabin. “It went up for sale a few months ago, so I snatched it up. Everything’s been taken care of. Took us a few months, but we got it worked out.”
“You’re moving? Here? Really?”
“Yes! Your young man asked us to spend Christmas here, but then we’ll be moving over to the cabin down the road.” Her mother’s eyes filled with tears. “I couldn’t stand another minute away from my baby.”
“Mom.” Melissa pressed her face to her mother’s neck again and held on for all she was worth. “God, I’ve missed you.” She pulled away and grinned. “Come inside and tell me all the gossip from back home. I’ll make cocoa and we can open presents.”
“One present,” Andrew said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Rolling her eyes, she looped an arm through her mother’s and turned to go inside. “One present, I know, I know.”
“Is he always so bossy?” her mother asked.
“Yeah.” Melissa glanced back and caught her daddy’s eye. He winked and made a shooing motion with his hands. “Yeah, he is.”
With her parents tucked away in the guest bedroom down the hall, Melissa sat on the edge of the bed she shared with her daddy, nervously twisting the ring on her left hand. He’d sent her to their room not long after her parents had gone to bed, to wait for the “talk” he’d mentioned when he’d found her on the front porch by herself.
Just when she’d decided she’d had enough waiting, the door to the bedroom opened. Daddy stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Pinning her with the look , he crossed his arms over his chest. “Care to explain your thought process this afternoon, little girl?”
“Umm.” She twisted the ring faster. “Not really?”
His scowl deepened. “Are you supposed to go outside alone if you see someone coming? Especially if you don’t recognize them?”
“No, sir.”
“What are you supposed to do if someone comes to the house?”
“I’m supposed to get you.” Looking up, she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. “I tried! I called, but you didn’t answer!” Even to her own ears, the excuse rang hollow.
“Melissa Blaire Parsons,” he intoned using the name Rico had secured for her. “This isn’t a large house. It would have taken you two minutes to come find me.”
“I’m sorry. But I wasn’t even in danger!”
“You could have been. And regardless, you broke a rule. What happens to little girls who don’t follow Daddy’s rules?”
“They get punished,” she answered softly.
“That’s right. And normally they get their bottoms turned bright red. But since we have company, we’ll have to be a little more creative.”
“Creative?” The first flutter of unease danced in her tummy. “How?”
The corner of his lip lifted in a knowing smirk. “Daddy is going to fuck your little bottom until you never even think of breaking that rule again.”
She felt the blood drain from her face. “No! Daddy, please don’t. I’ll never ever break another rule, I promise!”
“I’m sure you mean it, at least for now. But you did break a rule, and this is your punishment. Take off your pajamas and lay facedown on the bed.”
Since she knew whining and pleading wouldn’t get her anywhere, she stood and stripped off the cute little penguin pajamas he’d gotten her for Christmas. Laying on the bed as instructed, she buried her face in her arms, doing her best to hide from what was coming. She could hear Daddy moving around the room and, after what felt like hours, the bed dipped under his weight.
“Up on your knees, little girl.”
Whimpering, she obeyed and lifted herself into the required position.
“Good girl.” She heard the top of the bottle of lube pop open, but he didn’t touch her. “No play time tonight to loosen you up, sunshine. This is a punishment, so it’s going to hurt.”
“Daddy, I’m really sorry!”
“I know you are, baby. But what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t punish my little girl when she breaks the rules?”
“The nice kind,” she grumbled.
Daddy chuckled and patted her bottom. “Maybe so. But I wouldn’t be a very responsible Daddy, now would I?”
Since the only answers she could think of were sarcastic and rude and would just get her in more trouble, she stayed silent. Daddy shifted behind her and pressed his cock against her bottom hole. Even though she knew better, she tensed up at that first slight intrusion.
“Relax, sunshine.”
“I don’t want to,” she whined, trying to shift away from him. But he easily held her in place.
“Then it’s going to hurt more. Your choice.”
She forced her muscles to relax, and he gave her bottom an affectionate squeeze. “That’s my girl.”
He pushed into her, the tip of his cock breaching the initial resistance of her most intimate place. Her hands gripped the comforter. Experience had taught her if she moved, the punishment would be much worse. And it was already more than she thought she could take.
“Daddy, it hurts!”
“Good. I want you to remember this the next time you’re tempted to run outside and take on God knows what by yourself.”
“I’m sorry!”
His only response was to press further into her bottom. Stretching her until her bottom burned and ached with the effort to take him in. By the time he was all the way inside, she was a whiny, panting mess.
She was also aching for him. A fact her Daddy pointed out by reaching around and running a finger over her soaking wet lips. “Someone is enjoying her punishment,” he said with a low laugh.
“Am not! It hurts!”
Gripping her ponytail, he pulled her head back. “What happens to little girls who lie, sunshine?”
She whimpered at the reminder. It was a punishment he’d only had to repeat once in the year they’d been together. “They get their mouths washed out.”
“Do you want to hold a bar of soap between your teeth while I finish fucking your ass?”
“No, Daddy!”
“Then no more lies.” He released her ponytail and gripped her hips. She felt every bit of his cock as he pulled out of her – and again when he pushed back in.
After the first few slow, steady strokes, he increased the tempo. Until he was, as promised, fucking her poor bottom hole. Melissa begged and pleaded and promised to never be naughty ever again, but he didn’t stop. When the pain was almost more than she could take, he slipped his hand between her thighs again and circled her swollen clit.
“Daddy,” she moaned his name, pushing back against him as he pushed into her again.
“You want to come, sunshine?”
“Please, Daddy!”
His voice was a low growl when he spoke. “Did you learn your lesson? Are you going to follow the rules?”
“Yes, yes, I promise!”
Toying with her clit, he tortured her a while longer until she thought she might die from the mixture of the pleasure and pain he was inflicting on her. “Daddy, please!”
“Come for me, sunshine.”
Pleasure washed over her, momentarily overshadowing the pain. And even when the pain made itself known again, it just mixed with the pleasure in a blend so overwhelmingly perfect she thought she might float away on it. Daddy slammed his cock into her bottom one final time, and her cheeks flushed at the feeling of him filling her. When he was done, her ass felt raw and used beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
But when he stretched out on the bed and gathered her to his chest, her heart was lighter and happier than ever. She curled into him with a little sigh. “I really am sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
With a gentleness completely at odds with the punishment he’d just delivered, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know, sunshine. But we have rules for a reason. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. “I know. I’ll do better, I promise.”
“That’s my good girl. Get some sleep. Santa won’t come if you stay up all night.”
Snuggling into him, she giggled. “I thought Santa just came.”
“Smart ass little girl. Go to sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She rolled onto her side to face the window. “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“Do you think we’ll have fresh snow tomorrow? I want to build another snowman.”
Daddy laughed and pulled her closer. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Grinning, she watched the first few flakes float past the window. “It’s definitely going to snow. Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
“Merry Christmas, sunshine.”
The End