Sebastian
All the years I’ve been here, I’ve never walked this beach with anyone next to me. I have walked, and the girls were either ahead of me so I could watch them, or behind so they could follow.
But never next to me.
But I'm hyperaware of her movements. The sound of her breathing, that sweet musky scent from her orgasm mixing with the ocean air as we wander down the beach.
"It's beautiful," she whispers.
"It is." My throat is tight. "Also deadly."
We move forward, toward the shoreline, and the realization that she’s cracking open the walls around me is growing clearer and clearer.
"Are there—are there other people here?"
"Maria. Security. A few others who maintain things." I pause. "For the most part, it's just us."
"How long will I stay?"
"As long as it takes." I stop and turn to face her. The sun behind her creates a seductive dark glow around her hair. Blood rushes through my ears, my balls like ten-pound stones between my legs.
She blinks at the sky. "As long as what—"
"For you to learn what you need to learn."
She presses her delicate fingertips to her eyes. I’m unsteady, the flood of desire for this strange little mixture of vixen and innocence is taking a toll on my practiced indifference.
She’s awakening something vicious and yet euphoric inside of me.
It’s violently protective as well.
The need to claim her, mark her, chase her down, spread her legs with violence on the ground, shoving them apart, releasing the beast from its confines and stuffing her full of me, with a hand over her mouth and my teeth cutting into the ivory skin just below her ear, drills itself down into my marrow.
I want to pump her full of my cum, make her understand this is her place now, and nothing and no one will change her fate.
My hands curl into fists. I want to grab her, want to pull her against me and never let go.
"Hoover thinks you need to be broken in order to force your compliance.
" I step closer as she lowers her hands, and I watch her pupils dilate as my shadow blocks the sun from her face.
"But I don't break my possessions." Another step.
"I rebuild them. Make them into something better. And when you leave here, you won’t be the same girl you were when you arrived. "
I pause, wanting to add, if you leave here.
I gesture toward the water, needing to move, needing distance before I do something stupid. "Walk with me. There are rules you need to follow while you’re with me."
I continue down the beach. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to touch her. My palms itch, my fingers twitch. I can feel my pulse in my throat.
"The water." I stop when we reach the shoreline. "Looks calm. It's not. Currents here will pull you under. Riptides. Drop-offs."
She's watching the waves. I'm watching her. The breeze catches her hair, and I want to fist my hand in it. This girl is more dangerous than I ever was. I should end this now, because my well-thought-out plan for her is beginning to crumble.
The thought of this marriage taking place turns me murderous. The idea of her crying out when another man rips away what’s mine—
“Are you okay?” she challenges, wetting her lips against the salty air.
I almost groan with the need to touch her, to taste her, to feel her cunt tight against my dick.
"Yes. Rule one:" I draw a line in the sand with the toe of my black wing tip, a brand-new pair, as the scuffed ones had to be replaced.
"You do not go in the water. You don't even get close without me present.
This—" I point to the line. "—is as close as you come.
Break this rule?" I pause. "There will be consequences. Understand?"
I’m staring into her eyes, and somehow I know what she’s going to do.
And I’m willing her to do it.
Break the rules, little girl. See where it gets you.
My pulse is pounding in my ears as she grins, then her tongue is trapped between her teeth as if she’s thinking, considering her options.
She has none, I’ve made that abundantly clear, but somehow I know that Larissa won’t accept that reality.
Not until I make her. Not until I show her what happens to little girls who defy Daddy.
The urge to protect her and teach her and fuck her and be her father figure spins in my head as this little bird challenges my control.
“This line?” she asks, quirking one eyebrow.
And then she does it.
She steps across the line. Her eyes pinned to mine, and she might be acting like a brat, but I see the way her nipples are pulled into pebbles, a rush of pink flying up her chest to cover her neck.
Patience is my mantra. Defiance is to be expected, and punishments are best served cold, when their full weight can be appreciated.
She’s mine. And the danger of the ocean here is real.
But it occurs to me that she’s more than that.
She’s my brother’s stepdaughter. His precious little bargaining chip to make an alliance with George Makefield.
I know how these alliances work. The promise isn’t just a girl in his bed, it’s purity.
The prize of being the first to conquer that seductive territory, of being the only one that will take the thing that can only be claimed once, what she sounds like when she’s being stuffed and filled and broken in.
That’s what makes the alliance. That’s the offer.
I promised my father I would watch out for my younger brother, and I have. But I never promised to make sure he always gets what he wants.
I won’t kill him, but right now I have an opportunity to twist the knife, and since my exile, alliances mean nothing to me.
I’ve been put out to pasture, yes, but also my safety is secured as long as I stay put.
I never told anyone it was with my father's last breath that he ordered the hit on the Corniglia family that shot him.
His reputation was more important than my life.
Before Larissa can speak, I move. I sweep her tiny body up and under my arm in a single stride, lifting her from the sand as she struggles, calling for help that will not come.
“You think screaming will do you any good here?” I ask furiously as I carry her across the beach to where my cabana stands silently watching the waves. “Nobody here would dare defy me. Nobody will take you from me. Nobody will stop what is about to happen.”
“I want to leave!” she screams, and those four words shred my heart. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m not some little child to be molded and formed into some Stepford daughter.”
She kicks and twists, little feet pattering ineffectively against my shins as she struggles. Her head flinging back and forth, snapping her teeth like a wild animal trying to bite me.
God, she’s a work of art. Small and subtle and broken one minute, then like a cornered rabid dog the next.
My cabana is an open-fronted structure of slatted wood and thatch, but inside is a daybed covered in soft cushions. I throw her down, shoving myself between her legs. She can fight, but she won’t win.
“Let me go!” She wails and grunts like a petulant child.
I shake my head. “I told you there would be consequences. You made your choice.”
I take hold of the hem of her dress and flip it upward. She tries to push it back down, but I’m stronger than this little girl will ever be.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted to know what would happen if you crossed the line, Larissa.”
“I thought—”
Her voice turns to a screech as I pull the dress up over her head, her body exposed. The stretched out and damp panties cover her beautiful little cunt, and I draw in a breath as I watch the dark patch between her legs shifting as she struggles back and forth.
I’ve never done this with any of my girls before. I’ve never brought them to the cabana, never stripped them or thought about what I’m about to do next. They’ve learned to obey, and they’ve been shipped off back to families that care less about them than they do about the alliances they’ll forge.
“When I give you a rule, Larissa, you will obey.”
“Okay!” She writhes under my weight. “Lesson learned. Can I go now?”
“No.”
I push her thighs aside and take in the sight of those little wet panties. I inhale deeply as Larissa twists and tries to get away.
And then I dive in.
I don’t even bother to remove her underwear. I pull them to the side and lick my lips as I take in the sight of her. “Protest all you like, Larissa, your pussy says this is going to be more of a pleasure than a punishment.”
She groans and mumbles, but the mewl as my lips connect with her flesh will live with me forever.
I glide my tongue up through her slit, and her body arches.
“Oh, God...” she mumbles, her cunt pressing against my face, my nose resting against her where her scent is a constant aid to the perverse lust that’s beating a drum inside me. “Please... Please...”
“Please, what?” I ask, pulling away for a moment, gliding my index finger into her tight little hole.
“Please, Daddy—”
I shove my finger deeper, and hear her breath catch as her hands go to her tits. “Good girl, but what are you asking for? Use your words.”
“Please, I want… I want more...your mouth! I want your mouth on me. Down there.”
I grin. This was supposed to be a punishment to show her what happens when she defies me.
But that can come later.
I press my mouth against her warm, wet sex, pushing my finger in and out as I lave my tongue over her lips, her slit, her clit. I circle that hot little button, enjoying the way her moans turn to squeals as the pressure builds.
“I’m... I’m sorry...” she pants. “I’m sorry for defying you, Daddy.”
I shake my head, even though I know she won’t see it, buried as she is under her linen dress. “It’s not enough. I want more from you now, Larissa.”
“What? I can’t—”
“Come for me. Come on Daddy’s face, and then he’ll forgive you.”
“I can’t...”
“You can.” I move against her harder, sucking her clit into my mouth, biting down on it so that she screams, her body writhing against the daybed. Sobs are coming from her throat as she twists and arches. “Come on Daddy’s face, little girl.”
“Daddy!” she screams, and with that, the warmth leaks out of her. Her body clamps down, and a squirt of cum sprays against my face.
I open my mouth and drink it down, still fingering my little girl through the moment.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” she pants, and I nod.
“I know you are, but you need to learn, Larissa, that when I give you a rule, it’s not because I’m being cruel or capricious.
Rules are there for your safety. I will never let something so precious to me come to harm...
I…” I hesitate, licking my lips, but the words need to be said.
Fuck. They’re refusing to stay buried down inside.
“I love you, Larissa. Daddy loves you,” I tell her, and my world changes.
I love her. Jesus Christ, it’s true. And she’s staring at me over the top of her dress as she pulls it back down to cover her tits and belly, and I can’t stand it.
I turn away. She crossed the line in the sand, but I’ve crossed one far more dangerous.
“Get dressed,” I demand. “And don’t disobey me again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I swear I hear victory in her voice.