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  I hear the door open and close downstairs. My hopes of seeing Brock are dashed knowing my father is here. Since it’s my birthday, he’ll want to take me to dinner or something. With a huff, I push my dark brown hair behind my ears and look around my room. When my eyes land on Daddy’s newest gift, I suppress a shudder.

  I’m eighteen, not eight.

  Of course I told him I loved it, but secretly, I’d been horrified. Daddy built me a dollhouse. It’s chest high and made from real wood. On one side, it looks exactly like the front of our house, even down to the gray shutters. On the other side, it’s open and gives a bird’s eye view into an exact replica of our house. Even the Barbie’s room is pink like mine. Frilly and pink and over the top. I don’t have the heart to tell him I’ll be going to college in a few short months. I’ll live in a dorm and trade in all this girly shit for the college life.

  But he’s been both parents to me. He’s a cool dad and gives me freedom. However, he’s still a parent in the sense that he makes me eat right and makes sure I’m taking care of myself. School is important to him and my grades can’t be anything less than stellar.

  “My little girl is growing up,” he says from my doorway, pride in his voice.

  I turn to look at my dad. Jax Wheeler. He’s not much older than Eric and has a similar physique. I’d always thought men were supposed to get flabby and gross with age, yet all the men I know have only gotten better. It makes me hope my dad will find him a nice woman to settle down with. He’s always so lonely, and it breaks my heart. Seeing that he owns a pharmaceutical company and runs every day at five in the morning to keep in shape, he should have women falling at his feet. I seriously don’t get it.

  “Hey,” I say with a smile.

  He walks into the room, opens his arms for a hug, and I walk into his embrace. When I start to pull away, I notice a drop of blood on his shirt.

  “Did you hurt yourself?” I ask, pointing to the spot.

  His smile falls as he inspects it. “Yeah, shaving.”

  I open my mouth to ask him where the cut is when he gives me a sheepish smile.

  “Rowan, how mad at me would you be if I rescheduled your birthday dinner?”

  At this, I laugh. “Depends on the reason.”

  He rubs at the back of his neck and shrugs. “I met this woman recently…”

  “You have a date!” I screech, a huge smile on my face.

  “Something like that.” He smirks at me.

  “Go!” I say with a giggle. “And take a shower. You stink.”

  He chuckles. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  “I know you will.”

  His gaze flits over to the dollhouse, and he beams with pride. Just another reason why I’d never say a thing about it. It’s not his fault that he doesn’t know how to raise a girl. He’s tried his best, and I love him for that.

  While Daddy gets ready, I wait impatiently by the window. Brock finally comes home, waving at me from his window, and I wave back. The moment my father leaves, I all but run next door.

  Nixon answers immediately after I knock. He may only be sixteen, but he’s just as tall and buff as Brock. Unlike his older brothers, he’s yet to develop the sexy smirk they seem to share with their father. I stand on my toes to ruffle his hair, then bounce through the house on a mission to find Brock. Once inside his room, I shut the door and begin tugging at the knot on my dress. Brock’s hungry gaze roves over me as the dress falls to the floor beside the bed.

  “Wow,” he says in awe. “So pretty.”

  I smile as I do my best to walk seductively toward him. Based on the way his cock tents his basketball shorts, I’d say he’s definitely aroused. He sits up and hangs his legs off the side of the bed and I come to stand between them.

  “Happy birthday,” he says with a panty-melting grin.

  I lean forward and kiss his mouth. “What did you get me?”

  Panic flashes in his eyes. Quickly, he schools it away. “I got you me.”

  I laugh until I realize he’s not joking. “Oh.” Tears prick my eyes, but I blink them back and smile at him.

  “You could ride my cock,” he offers, his gaze hooded.

  A pang of nervousness flits through me. Suddenly, I don’t feel so ready for sex. Distracting him, I fall to my knees and rub his dick through his shorts. “I could suck your cock instead.”

  “Fuck yes,” he grunts, lifting his hips to assist me in pulling his shorts off. I slide them down his thighs and grip his dick in my hand.

  “I’m not sure what to do,” I whisper.

  He strokes my hair and smiles. “Put your lips on it. Maybe use your tongue. You’ll figure it out.”

  I swallow down my unease. My thoughts keep going to this summer. He’ll turn eighteen too, but he always gives me the runaround when I talk about college. It’s almost as if…

  He wouldn’t break up with me, would he?

  “Do you think our dorms will be close?” I ask, my tongue teasing his salty tip.

  A hiss escapes him, but he avoids my stare. “Maybe.”

  Frowning, I sit back slightly. “Brock, what’s going to happen to us?”

  Anger flashes in his eyes and his jaw clenches. “Are we seriously discussing this with my dick in your mouth?”

  His tone stings me. My instinct is to crawl away and grab for my dress. I’m about to when there’s a knock. Before I can move, his bedroom door swings open and someone growls. Like an animal. And holy hell, does it drop a match and set my soul on fire.

  Chapter Three

  Eric

  My temper flares when I see an almost naked Rowan on her knees in front of my son with his dick in her hand. A possessive need to pluck her up and spank her tiny little ass is overwhelming. I fist both hands as I step into the room.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I snarl.

  She screeches and scrambles to her feet, her arms crossing over her chest. As if her skinny arms could hide her bouncy tits. It just makes them look fatter and juicier. I’m going to bruise the hell out of them. Soon.

  “Dad,” Brock says, his voice hoarse as he quickly gets decent.

  “This,” I seethe, “is not going to happen under my roof.”

  Rowan’s big brown eyes well with tears and she glances at her dress smashed beneath my black leather Gucci dress shoe.

  “You’re both going to college soon,” I snap. “It’s in your best interest to break up and make things at the end of the summer less painful.”

  “Dad, stop,” Brock snaps as he rises from the bed.

  I hold my hand up to him and shake my head. “Your car…” I trail off, pinning him with a hard stare that intimidates most men I do business with. “I can make it go bye-bye.” I make a waving motion to drive home my point.

  His gaze darkens and jaw clenches. I bought him an Audi A7 as an early graduation present. Sleek black. All leather interior. It set me back about seventy grand. He knows what a lucky little shit he is to have such an expensive vehicle.

  “You’re breaking up with me?” Rowan asks, her swollen bottom lip trembling.

  Brock winces, but doesn’t have the balls to follow through. Good thing for him, I’ve got balls made of motherfucking titanium.

  “Go to my office,” I boom. “You’re still a minor, son, which means this shit between you two is pretty goddamn serious.” I turn and pin her with an icy glare. “You could get arrested, angel.”

  A teary, choked sound escapes her. Brock huffs, but he knows I’ve won this round. He mutters out a soft apology to Rowan before rushing from the room. Once he’s gone, I stare her down. Tears streak down her red cheeks. She looks positively devastated.

  Exactly how I want her.

  Pulling out my phone, I take a picture of her looking like a beautiful mess. For my own personal stash. The beginning of many. Her eyes widen.

  “For evidence,” I say with a smirk.

  At this, she sobs quietly.

  “You’re eighteen, little girl,” I
bite out. “That means what you were doing was a fast track to statutory rape.”

  “Rape?” she murmurs, horror in her tone.

  “He’s a minor, and now I have evidence. Shall I call the cops? What would your daddy think about that?”

  Her shoulders hunch as she cries. Fuck, she’s so damn pretty. Those quivering lips were made for my cock.

  “Please don’t call the cops,” she murmurs.

  I soften my gaze. “I suppose I could change my mind.”

  Her features light up with hope. “Really?”

  “As long as you are punished accordingly.”

  She lets out a breath and her face falls. “Oh.”

  “It’s nothing you can’t handle,” I say in a low voice.

  Her brown eyes shine with curiosity. “I should be punished.”

  “You should,” I agree. I walk over to the bedroom door and close it. “Put your hands on the door.”

  She blinks at me several times in shock. “Why?”

  A surge of anger ripples through me at her questioning me. “Because I fucking said so.”

  Her body jolts at my harsh words, and she walks toward me, her arms still crossed over her luscious tits. She glances at me, searching for something. I give her a small smile of encouragement. This relaxes her considerably. She slowly moves her arms to press her palms to the door. Her back is to me, and my dick is stone in my slacks knowing her tits are bare.

  “When my boys misbehave,” I growl as I unbuckle my belt and yank it from the loops with a loud swoosh, “I whip them.”

  A whimper of fear escapes her and her body shakes. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with terror. Folding my snakeskin belt in half, I softly run it across her ass over her panties, and her sobs grow louder.

  I lean into her, pressing my aching erection against her hip. My mouth finds her ear over her hair.

  “I have to punish you so you’ll learn you can’t do such awful things, angel. You understand that, right? This will hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.” My voice is gentle. She doesn’t need to know I’ll enjoy the fuck out of her screams.

  “R-Really?” She sniffles and tilts her head to the side as though she wants my mouth on her neck.

  Later.

  When she’s been a good girl.

  “Oh, yes,” I croon. “I’d much rather reward you.”

  “I want to be rewarded.”

  “By me?”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “You liked my finger inside your tight pussy yesterday,” I state.

  She whines.

  “Correct, angel?”

  Another whine.

  “Little girls who want to play with men need to use their mouths.” I nip at her ear. “I really want you to use your mouth.”

  “Y-Yes. I liked it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to be touched.”

  “By Hayden?” I tease.

  “What?” she mutters. “No.”

  “By any of my boys?”

  She doesn’t answer right away, then gives me what I’m looking for. “No.”

  “Who do you want to touch you?”

  “You.”

  “What a good little girl you are,” I praise. “I’m going to punish you, and then I’m going to make it all better.” I wrap my arm around her front and pinch her nipple slightly. The gasp that trembles from her is one of shock. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you give your cunt up to my son?”

  “N-No.”

  “You really are a good girl,” I mutter. Releasing her, I step away and admire her tight ass. It jiggles each time she shivers in anticipation. Her lacy panties make my dick really fucking hard.

  “Push your panties down your thighs to your knees and spread your legs slightly.”

  “Mr. Pearson,” she whispers.

  “Eric.” A beat. “Say my name.”

  “Eric.”

  “Do as I say, angel. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

  She removes her hands from the wall and spreads her legs, then pushes her panties down. The first thing I notice is they’re wet. She’s soaked. Deep down, she’s a naughty girl.

  “You’ve ruined your panties,” I snap, scaring her and making her yelp. I palm her bare ass. “I love it.”

  Her tense body relaxes, and she tentatively places her palms back on the door.

  “This is going to hurt, angel. Your ass is going to bleed before I’m done with you.” I run the belt over her skin again. “Does your daddy whip you?”

  “No,” she chokes out.

  “Because he’s not your real daddy.” I let my words hang thick in the air. She doesn’t argue. Good fucking girl.

  “Ready?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “How many times should I whip you?”

  “Umm…” she trails off. “Ten?”

  I chuckle. My sweet little masochist. “Oh, angel, you can’t handle ten whippings. You’d pass out. How about half that? Five sound good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Uh, Eric.”

  “No.”

  “Sir?”

  “Daddy,” I snap. It makes me smile knowing her stupid-ass father would blow a fucking gasket if he was aware of what I was doing to his precious baby girl.

  “What?”

  “Fucking say it if you want me to spank your pretty ass.”

  “But…”

  “No buts, angel. Either you want it, or you don’t want—”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  I smirk. One of these days, I’ll get her on film worshipping my cock. You never know when you might need ammo against your sworn enemy. I’m sure her real daddy would love to get a video of his bad little girl calling another man by his name.

  Without warning, I rear my arm back and strike with my belt, hitting her every bit as hard as I would my sons. Her scream is a silent one. Horrified. Filled with terror. Shocked.

  I get in another whip before she gets ahold of her senses and tries to run from me. She ducks around me, darting for the bed, her panties falling to her ankles. They become entangled, but before she falls, I pounce on her and push her to the bed.

  Whap! Whap!

  She wails and thrashes, but I’m not done. I fist her hair and force her head down as I deliver the last blow. As soon as I’m done, I toss the belt away and sit beside her. She’s sobbing so hard, I worry she’ll vomit—and I don’t do fucking vomit. Yanking her to me, I pull her into my lap, crushing her to my chest. At first, she’s stiff, but then she clings to the front of my dress shirt as she cries. I stroke her hair gently. My cock is painfully hard. I’d love nothing more than to stick my cock in her virgin hole, but if I want her eating out of my palm, this is what she needs first.

  I hold her for a long while until her crying subsides. Her soft breathing indicates she cried herself to sleep. So damn cute. I kiss the top of her head before sliding my palm to her ass. She winces and lets out a pained moan. When I inspect my fingertips, I don’t see blood. One day soon, she’ll fuck up bad enough that I’ll have to draw blood. Until then, a red and bruised ass will have to do.

  “Angel?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you okay?

  She nods, but won’t look at me. I want to see her sad eyes.

  “Words. Use them. I want to see your pretty eyes too.”

  Her body shifts until she’s looking up at me. I cup her cheek. When I run my thumb along her jaw, her eyes flutter closed. So damn impressionable. This girl will do anything for me. One day. I just need to train her properly. Thanks to Levi and his sexual quirks, I’ve learned a few things over the past year or so.

  “Tomorrow, I’m going to hurt you.”

  She blinks at me, terror in her eyes. “What?”

  “With my cock,” I say in a teasing tone.

  Her smile is sexy. “I want that.”

  “You and Brock are o
ver,” I remind her, my nostrils flaring.

  “Okay.”

  “I want you to sit on my lap and spread your legs with your back against my chest,” I instruct. My cock strains against my boxers. Not today, big boy.

  Obeying like a good girl, she twists until she’s sitting with her feet resting on the bed on either side of my outer thighs. I wish I could see her cunt, open and inviting, but I can be patient. I’ve waited this long for her…what’s another day?

  Sliding my hand around her, I caress her tight stomach, then slip it south toward her pussy. She lets out a sharp gasp when my fingertip slides down her slit, rubbing over her clit along the way.

  “You like that?” I murmur against her hair.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Yes, what?”

  She’s quiet for a moment, then whispers, “Daddy.”

  I pull my hand from her cunt and point to her bedroom. “What would your real daddy do if he saw this?”

  “He’d kill you,” she says without hesitation.

  I laugh. He could fucking try. “Okay, angel. It’s a good thing he’s not home, huh?”

  She nods, and I bring my hand back to her bare pussy. I’m not sure if she shaves or waxes, but it’s smooth and silkier than any cunt I’ve been in contact with in the past ten years. I’ve never been into younger women. Just Rowan. She’s different. I want to possess every part of her.

  As I massage her slowly, I tease her with questions. “Are you on the pill, Rowan?”

  “No.”

  “I’m going to come all inside your cunt tomorrow. So many times. It’s going to run down your legs and make a big fucking mess.”

  She tenses.

  “I’m going to get you pregnant.”

  My finger slides into her soaked opening. She softly whimpers my name as I gently fingerfuck her.

  “You want me to knock you up and piss your daddy off?”

  “No,” she says, mild irritation in her tone.

  I push another finger into her, not as gently, enjoying the way she squirms. “Wrong answer. Tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Eric,” she pleads, her pussy clenching hard around my two fingers. This cunt is going to squeeze the fuck out of my cock.