SWNOVELS Fight Me, Daddy: Chapter 4
Logan
There was something about the smooth weight of a thick leather strap in his hand that always made his dick hard. He was looking forward to disciplining this particular stubborn little piece.
He knew more about Chloe Taylor than her own mother did. Born in a small town outside of Chicago, Chloe’s mother had quickly dumped her in the lap of her elderly grandmother. The grandmother raised Chloe as best she could, but Chloe spent long stints in foster care as the grandmother was in and out of hospitals till her death when Chloe was seventeen. By then it was too late; the girl had grown up wild. No discipline. Relishing in defying authority, always skirting the law, careless about school and any kind of future. There was an uncle barely in the picture. Career military. Rarely saw the niece but did come through when she needed a place to stay. Wound up leaving her the cabin in his will when he’d died late last year.
And then there was Chad. The loser, ex-boyfriend.
Chloe had followed him to Louisiana. As far as Logan could tell, the only reason why Chad became a cop was for the power trip and the easy access to drugs. The guy was a real asshole. Logan was unclear how complicit Chloe had been in Chad’s exploits, but he did know she’d skipped town with more than just those cheap diamonds she’d offered him earlier.
Knowing Chad would be after the same thing he was, Logan had learned all about Chloe. Studied her. Even now there was a well-worn photograph of her in his back pocket. She was in ponytails, giving the camera a stubborn glare over her shoulder, as if she resented the intrusion of whoever was behind the lens into her private space.
It was her eyes that first caught his attention.
No matter how many old Facebook posts and photos he flipped through to learn about his quarry, no matter what she was doing or her expression…her eyes remained the same.
They always had this far-away pained look in their deep, gray depths. As if she were just going through the motions of happiness.
Lost.
A little girl lost.
But now she had been found…by him.
“Look. Whatever you had going on with Chad, I wasn’t involved. I swear to you! I don’t know anything about his…his…business dealings.”
“You know more than you’re telling. I think you just need the proper…motivation.”
He watched the slender column of her throat contract as she nervously swallowed. Her long fingers kept flexing and moving as her wrists twisted against his bind.
Placing his belt to the side, Logan pressed his chest against her bare breasts as he reached over her to grip the bone handle of his knife. With a sharp pull, the knife slid from its deep mooring inside the wall. Before she could give a sigh of relief, Logan grasped her shoulder and flipped her around, crushing her breasts against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she screamed.
Once more, he drove the knife into her twisted t-shirt, securing her wrists high above her head.
Leaning in close, his teeth nipped at the delicate curve of her ear. She instantly stilled. “Teaching you a lesson.”
Grasping her hip with one large hand to steady her, he forced his other hand between her waist and the wall. With a flick of his thumb and forefinger, he undid her jean’s small brass button.
“No! No! No!”
She started to twist her hips, her bottom pushing out, brushing his already hard cock.
“Yes!” he ground out as he pulled down her zipper.
Her still wet and muddy jeans clung to her hips. Holding onto the denim edge, he yanked it over her hip bones, exposing the curves of her pink, pantie-clad bottom. He placed his big, black boot on the inside crotch of her jeans and forced the fabric down over her legs.
“Don’t do this! Please! Don’t!” Her voice warbled as she started to cry.
Logan left the damp denim clinging to her ankles, knowing it would prevent her from kicking out at his shins.
Ignoring her pleas, Logan ran one hand down her slim thigh. Her skin felt cold and damp. He would soon warm her up.
He placed his other hand on her lower back. Enjoying how it curved in slightly only to swell out into the upper curve of her ass. He forced two fingers into the thin fabric of her panties. Pulling the fabric outward, he skimmed his fingers along the ruffled elastic band as he glimpsed the dark seam of her ass.
The soft curls of her hair brushed against his cheek as he leaned over her shoulder, placing his lips along her jawline. “Tell me. Is there a Hello Kitty on the front of these pretty panties of yours?”
She remained stubbornly silent.
Logan raised his free hand and brought it swiftly down on her left bottom cheek. The crack of his open palm on her delicate skin echoed around the room.
She cried out, and he could feel her whole body jerk from the impact. Looking down, he could see the outline of his fingers, a dark pink against her white skin, slowly blossom on the undercurve of her ass and upper thigh.
“I’ll just have to see for myself.”
Grabbing the flimsy fabric, he twisted his fist till the elastic snapped. There was the sound of fabric rending, then her panties fell limp against his palm. A Hello Kitty decal was distorted in its wrinkled folds.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Her tears had brought a beautiful flush to her face. Her tears animated her eyes, making them almost sparkle.
“You know why, babygirl.” His voice was low and even.
“I don’t! I don’t!”
Logan picked up his leather belt. Taking a step back he admired her lithe form, petite yet with curves. Her slim thighs ended with the glorious curve of her ass. Her waist nipped in to accentuate the soft lines of her back. Sleek brown hair, straight till it curled at the edges, hung down past her shoulders. As she struggled against her t-shirt bind, he would catch a glimpse of her perky tits when her body twisted and turned.
Grabbing the long shaft of his cock through his jeans, he gave the rigid length a squeeze to ease the tension.
Flexing the belt a few times to warm up the leather, he folded it in half, the buckle dangling just below his wrist. Measuring its weight, he placed a restraining hand between her shoulder blades.
“I know all about you, Chloe. You need this more than even you know.”
He raised his arm and swung it sharply forward, catching her bare backside with the smooth, wide side of his belt. The contact of leather and skin made a deep, cracking noise.
Chloe screeched in pain as her hips swung sharply to the right.
Ignoring her cries, Logan cracked the leather on her ass a second time. “Your whole life you’ve acted without thought to consequence. Wild. Lacking discipline.”
The leather belt fell across her cheeks a third time. Her pale skin began to blotch a mottled red. He watched as she clenched her bottom cheeks against the pain only to release them the moment she realized that caused more agony to her burning skin.
“Getting yourself into all kinds of trouble. More trouble than you realize this time.”
He whipped her bottom again. This time the strap fell just below her cheeks to catch her upper thighs. A red angry stripe appeared on her flesh. Her howls of pain bounced off the wall.
“What you need, little girl, is a daddy. Someone to keep you in line.”
The metal of the heavy belt buckle jangled as he increased his pace, peppering her bottom with leather swats.
“Someone to teach you it is dangerous to lie.”
“Stop! Stop! Please! I’ll tell you the truth! Please just stop!” she sobbed.
“Beg me.”
“Please! Please, stop.” She sniffed loudly as he watched the tears course down her bright red cheeks. Flushed with pain, they almost matched the crimson blush on her bottom.
“Say please stop, Daddy.”
Black eyelashes fluttered over dark gray eyes glazed with pain. “What?” she asked.
Logan knew the pain from her punishment clouded her thoughts. He stroked his knuckles down her cheek with the hand that held the belt. Lowering his hand, he let the smooth, warm leather of his belt slide along her delicate flesh. Tracing the path of her tears. “I said…say please stop, Daddy,” he repeated.
Her lower lip trembled.
He raised his arm.
“No!” Her eyes were wide with obvious alarm. “Please…please, stop…Daddy.”
His cock twitched the moment the forced endearment left her lips. Logan wasn’t sure where the request of his even came from. It was not like he went around demanding the women in his life call him daddy. It just felt right with Chloe. All the while he was researching her, learning about her, studying her as a means to get to Chad to find what he had been hired to recover…one prevailing thought kept coming to the fore. If ever there was a girl who needed a father-figure in her life, some discipline, it was her.
Daddy.
His babygirl.
“Good girl. Now you’re going to tell Daddy where Chad is, aren’t you?” He placed a threatening hand on her left cheek. Splaying his fingers, he rubbed her heated skin in deceptively soothing circles.
“I can’t,” she whined.
“You don’t want to make Daddy angry again do you, babygirl? Because I can get a lot meaner.”
“Please, you don’t understand.”
“Tell me.” His dug the tip of his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom, squeezing. She rose up on her toes in a futile effort to escape his grip as he watched her flesh go from crimson to white from the pressure of his hand.
“All right! All right!” she gasped.
He loosened his grip.
“He’s dead. I…I killed him.”
His very bad babygirl.