Filthy Daddy

“Don’t act like such a smug bastard. My medical bag is in the Jeep outside.” She grumbles something about me being arrogant and I smile.

“It ain’t no help out there in your Jeep. Apparently, I need to get on your case a hell of a lot more, Moll. A five-year-old cub scout has more supplies on hand than this.” I place a gauze pad on each side of her wrist, taping it down with a few adhesive bandages. “There. All better. What else do you need to tell me? Or are you gonna make me have to figure it out on my own around here?”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s everything. And by the way, I’m fine.”

“Yeah. Right.” I give her a more serious look. “You’re shaking like a leaf, so stop trying to hide that you’re scared as fuck about this guy.”

All she does is stare at me.

“Don’t worry about him anymore. I’m here and he may not live to see another day if he shows up here again.”

She moves her right hand out from under the ice pack and puts it on my shoulder. “Okay. Thanks… and there’s nothing more to tell. I promise.”

“Okay.” I smile and move my lips to her ear. “You know, there’s no better way to take your mind off of this than me putting my hands all over you…and my mouth. Trust me, Moll, I’ll keep you safe…all night long…”

I growl, jerking her forward against me and lower my mouth to her exposed collarbone.

A sigh slips from between her lips as I kiss a spot. She wraps her arms around my chest, sliding her hands down over my spine. When they get to the hem of my t-shirt, she slides her fingers underneath. “God, you’re corny, but I like that you’re also one horny pain in the ass,” she moans.

“A pain in the ass that you can never resist.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this, you conniving bastard.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t. But that doesn’t change the fact that you need it.” I run my teeth along the lobe of her ear then suck the tender flesh between my lips. Then I pull away as I remember something. “You’re not expecting your old lady anytime soon are you?”

“Not for a few hours.”

“Good. Now be a good shoplifter and enjoy your Miranda rights, like the right to remain silent while I peruse the hell out of your goods.” My palms reach under her and soon I’m cupping handfuls of her ass. As I pull her to me again, her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. Getting to my feet, I carry her toward the kitchen. She loves it when I fuck her in there. Something about the light that floods into that room from the back of the house.

I love it too.

Chapter 4

Tate

I notice Molly checking out the kitchen fridge as I rest her ass down on a wooden bar stool.

“Oh, does the bad girl jail cell come with ice cream?” she asks, humming as she waits for me to answer the question.

I put my index finger over her mouth. “Hush. Until I say otherwise you’re under my jurisdiction, Miss. You don’t talk or move an inch unless I tell you, understand?”

Her lips part with a soft, sultry smack as her eyes meet mine. Inch by fucking inch, I'll own that mouth.

She nods her agreement.

“It’s not every day that I apprehend a saucy minx making off with all this merchandise. Punishing you will be a real pleasure.”

Molly mimes zipping her lips, and tries to wriggle her way out of my grasp. I notice she can’t keep that creeping grin off her face. As much as she play-protests, she enjoys our little adventures into role-playing territory more than most. This particular time is the perfect opportunity to get her mind off her troubles while allowing me to work off all the sexual frustration Molly has a way of setting off in me. My dick can’t get enough of her.

“We’re going to start your interrogation, and I need you to stay on that bar stool while I go fetch my backup. And by backup, I mean all those toys you have up in your bedroom. If I find any signs that you’ve moved even an inch while I’m gone, I’ll make sure your punishment is that much more…severe. Got it, little lady?”

She gives me one sure head nod and I leave. I get to the hallway outside the kitchen and am halfway to the staircase to her bedroom when I remember something. Spinning around again, I return to her. “Get these clothes off, and don’t think I’ll miss checking out all your dark, sweet hiding places, doll. I plan to be thorough.”