Chapter Four
Clint
“Daddy?” she questions like a naughty girl would.
“You’re not acting right, little girl. That leads me to believe you need a daddy.”
“A daddy?” she laughs. “You think I need a daddy?”
“How else do you explain this behavior? You can’t swim, yet you’re in the water without a life jacket. You’re breaking into houses late at night with no understanding of home security. Clearly, you need some sort of direction in your life.”
“Well,” she squirms beneath me, but I keep hold of her wrists, “I had a daddy, but he left the family for some other woman. Haven’t seen him since I was three.”
“No, you had a father. A shit father. What you need is a daddy.”
I swear to fucking God I can smell her pussy getting more excited the longer I hold her here.
“What’s the difference?”
I growl under my breath and lean into the lobe of her ear, breathing her in before I speak. “Daddy will make you come while he’s punishing you.”
She squirms beneath my touch, my cock pressing hard against the inside of her thigh.
“Guess you weren’t kidding about that hero complex. This is getting you off, isn’t it?”
I scrape my teeth against the lobe of her ear. “Don’t pretend, little girl. Daddy can smell the truth.”
Her pretty pink lips drop open. “I see why my sister left you. You’re crazy!”
“Who told you that?” I scoff. “I’m the one who left your sister. She needed control over everything. I thought I could overlook it, but… I don’t do well with that type of person.”
“Right,” she laughs, her gaze locked with mine in the shadows, “because Daddy likes control, doesn’t he?”
I know she only meant it facetiously, but I liked the sound of my name on her breath, and I want it again.
Jesus, fuck, who am I? I’ve never wanted anyone to call me daddy before, but with Bella, it feels right. Why the fuck does it feel right to hear her call me daddy?
I grip both her small wrists with one hand and drag the other down her smooth frame, savoring every squirm. “Say it again, little girl.”
“Say what?” she pants, the scent of her arousal thicker than the honeysuckle from the bushes that surround us. “I’m not calling you Daddy.”
“I think you will.” I press my cock harder against her thigh and tuck my thumb into the loop of her panties. I’m not sure what I’m intending to do, but my mouth and hands are making decisions I haven’t fully approved yet.
“What makes you so sure?” She stares at me, her breath catching as she speaks.
“If I told you to take your panties off and touch yourself, would you?”
Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
What am I doing? Who the fuck am I right now?
“Yes,” she finally says, the words so low they’re barely audible.
“Good girl. You follow directions well.” I growl low in her ear, the beast inside of me unleashing himself. “Go ahead then. Touch yourself for Daddy.”
“Right here? In the woods? We’re like… out in the open.” She glances side to side as though she’s checking for onlookers.
“Yes. It’s your punishment.”
“My punishment?”
I graze the tips of my fingers against the center of her cotton panties. They’re soaked.
“Yes, your punishment, little girl. You tried to break into my house tonight. So now, you’ll come out here, where anyone could see, and put on a show for Daddy.
” I nod toward her soaking pussy. “Don’t be quiet about it either.
Touch that little cunt and let me hear every moan that leaves those lips. ”
Her breath catches again as she slides her panties to the side and tucks her fingers against her seam, jumping as they slide against her clit.
I want to be inside of her, on top of her, between her legs lapping her up, but I know what happens if I do.
If I touch this sweet, little angel, the hounds from hell will unleash through her sister and make everyone’s life miserable.
This is a small town. I can’t put Bella through that.
I can’t imagine what life would be like for her if everyone knew she were with an old, fucked up monster like me.
So instead, I’ll watch. I’ll watch this cute, little princess touch her sopping little pussy, I’ll listen to her sounds, and I’ll beat off to the memory regularly. In the meantime, maybe she’ll learn her lesson.
She bites her bottom lip and scrubs her clit, bucking up against my leg as she moans quietly.
“You’re too quiet, little girl. Daddy needs you to moan louder.”
“I can’t,” she sighs, sliding her fingers through the squishy, wet cavern I’m desperate to explore.
“You will,” I groan, my hand against her throat. “Moan loud! I want everyone to hear you crying out for Daddy!”
I own the houses in both directions, and the closest neighbor’s house isn’t rented yet, so we’re only at risk of the bears hearing her, but she doesn’t know it.
She doesn’t know we’re alone, yet she obeys.
She obeys and sighs, her back arching up away from the ground as she twists her fingertips into the soaking mess she’s making for me.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “I need you. Please!”
Her chest is heaving, and my balls are wound tight. She doesn’t know that I’m fighting a war against the beast inside of me. He’s clawing at my ribs, burning me from the inside, repeating the same words over and over again.
‘Fuck that little pussy. Take her. Own her. Make her squirm.’
Jesus Christ! I want to give in, but I can’t!
“You’re so hard,” she sighs, her thighs tightening. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to use me?”
Use her?
My internal war grinds to a halt momentarily, each side appalled at the thought. “Daddy would never use you, little girl. When Daddy touches that juicy, pink pussy, it belongs to him.”
Her eyes cling to mine as I stare down at her innocence in the night. The way she sighs. The way her body moves. The soft, pink center of that sweet, little crease. I can tell she’s a virgin, and for some sick fucking reason, that only makes me want to claim her more.
“You mean, you’ll own me?” she moans, scrubbing her clit faster and harder.
“Yeah, little girl. The second I sink into that virgin pussy, I own you,” I growl as I hold her close.
Apparently, she likes the idea of being owned, because half a second later, she’s twisting and moaning as her thighs squeeze together around her hand.
God, it’s beautiful.
Her eyes gloss over and her head digs back into the ground as her back lifts away, curling upward into me.
I wrap my arm around her, nuzzle my face into her neck, and lean into her ear as she comes. “Good girl, princess. Good fucking girl.”
She sighs loudly against my chest, and my cock throbs until I’m sure I’m leaking on her thigh, heat rushing through me. She’s gorgeous. So, fucking gorgeous.
“Did that feel good, little girl?” I brush a strand of hair away from her face as she catches her breath and nods slowly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fire rages through me, and my dick grows as hard as it’s ever been. She called me Daddy. She wants this dynamic. She wants me to own her, punish her, ruin her for every other man.
I lean in and growl against the lobe of her ear as I thrust up against her. “Say it again, little girl.”
“Yes,” she pauses and holds her gaze with mine, “Daddy.”
My hand curls tighter around her wrist, and pleasure floods my nerves. She’s asking for it, and I’m going to give it to her. I’m going to fuck her little, virgin pussy, and I’m going to make her mine.
We’ll deal with the consequences later.