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Law

Even in the back office, Lovelyn’s scream reached him.

It ripped through his body and into his soul.

He was out the door and running down the hall before anyone else moved.

He had to get to her.

That scream had been nothing but terror translated to sound waves.

It made his flesh crawl and his fury rage. Whoever had caused his Little girl to scream like that was going to die.

She screamed again as he made it to the book section.

Why had she left the coffee shop? It didn’t matter right now, but later he’d find out why she had disobeyed him.

He found her seconds later, frozen in a crouch and screaming.

He ran to her, lifting her into his arms and holding her against him.

Her legs wrapped around his waist squeezed to the point of pain, but he did not give that first shit.

“I’ve got you, baby.

I’m here.

You’re safe now.

I’ve got you.”

He said the words over and over although she didn’t seem to hear.

Glancing past her, he saw the men standing, watching with amusement and disgust at what they’d done to his girl.

“Close your eyes, fairy cat,”

he told her as he turned his back on the men and carried his girl to safety.

He wanted to lash out at the General and Thorne.

He wanted to rip every ounce of flesh from their bodies, but he had to take care of his babygirl first.

As he ran from the room, he met his brothers coming in.

“They’re in the back corner.

Keep them there until I get Lovelyn calmed down.

I want to know what the fuck they’re doing in here and what they did to her.”

He took her to the room he had just left and sat down with her cradled in his lap.

rocking her like the Little girl she was in this moment.

He soothed her as best he could with gentle words, even though inside he raged at the men who terrified her.

Eventually, she stopped trembling, but she gripped him so hard her nails dug into him.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t even feel it.

All he cared about was her.

Thirty minutes later, he had her calm enough to go back into the front of the shop.

He knew as soon as they cleared the hall the General and the other man were gone.

He tried to tell himself it was for the best, but he didn’t like it.

Reid didn’t hesitate to explain.

“We couldn’t hold them.

They weren’t doing anything wrong.

There were no children back there, and they didn’t touch Lovie.

According to them, all they did was say hello.

We’re heading to Raleigh in a minute. I called him and he wants to swear out a restraining order against both of them to keep them away from Lovie and Suzi, as well as keep them away from Books-N-Brews.”

“I need to get my girl home.

He can send them to me electronically and we’ll sign from there.”

Reid nodded.

“Good enough.”

Law spotted Zane standing off to the side, arms crossed and staring at his sister.

“Zane, you good?”

Zane nodded once.

“You got her?”

he asked, tilting his head to indicate Lovelyn.

He met the kid’s eyes dead on and answered in the same serious tone the words had been delivered.

“As long as there is breath in my body, I’ll take care of her.”

That got him another nod.

He scanned the room until he found Sawyer.

He raised his brows and nodded at Zane.

Sawyer gave him a chin lift.

The universal sign language of brotherhood.

Sawyer had a bead on Zane and would take care of him.

Law could focus on his girl.

Hutch entered the room from the kitchen, scanning the group.

Voice filled with tension, he asked, “Has anyone seen Georgia? I can’t find her.”

“Oh, shoot!”

Tazzy’s hands flew to her cheeks.

“In all craziness, I forgot to tell you.

Vivi left with Georgia about thirty minutes ago.

Um, they were… well, I mean, it seemed like they might have been…”

“Spit it out, Tazzy.

Where did they go?”

Hutch demanded.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,”

Rory cut in.

“Vivi took Georgia to try out for the Assault 'n Peppa roller derby team in Faydette County.”

Hutch stared at Rory as if her words hadn’t been spoken in English.

Then his brain kicked into gear.

“Fuck! They better hope I calm down before I get my hands on them, or I just might spank them both.”

Grabbing his keys, Hutch took off out the door.

As everyone watched him go, Gage said, “So, I guess Hutch and Vivi will be signing electronically, too.”

On a normal day, Law would have laughed.

But today was not a normal day.

He needed to get his girl home and taken care of.

So, he picked up and carried her to his truck to go about doing just that.

When they arrived at his house, he carried Lovelyn to their bathroom.

He’d come up with a plan on the silent drive home.

He was going to pamper his fairy cat until she felt better.

Then he was going to tan her ass for not minding him and fuck her until she forgot everything in this day except the two of them.

Setting her down in front of the tub, he turned to get the water started.

“Give me a second, babygirl.

I’ll get the temperature of the water just right, then Daddy will get you undressed."

With a sigh, she started to pull off her top, but he smacked her hand.

“Ow! I thought you wanted me to get undressed.”

“That’s not what I said, little girl.

I said Daddy would undress you.”

“But I can do it myself.

You don’t have to help me.”

He’d done everything for her all day long.

Especially after she’d caused such a scene like a total idiot, he had to be ready for a break.

“Babygirl, undressing you is like opening a birthday present.

It’s part of the fun.

Let me set the mood.”

After he pressed another button, soothing, relaxing music filled the room.

“That’s more like it.

Raise your hands, fairy cat, so Daddy can unwrap you.”

Well, when he put it like that… she’d never been anyone’s present before.

Heart pounding, she lifted her hands high and waited.

His hands caressed up her body, from her hips to her waist and higher.

He caught the hem of her shirt with his thumbs, sliding it up with his hands.

The sensitive skin of her abdomen prickled from the cool air.

Or his touch. Or both.

Turning her back to him, he lowered her pants in the same way.

As he reached around her, his lips brushed the back of her neck.

She wasn’t going to be able to take a bath if he didn’t stop.

By the time he removed all her clothes, she’d be nothing but a puddle on the floor.

Her breath hitched when his fingers dipped below her waistband in the back.

Only to rush back out in a moan when his hands slid down inside her pants all the way to her ass.

Her thighs quivered when he palmed her entire bottom, one globe in each hand.

He squeezed before shifting them to each side to grasp her hips.

He tapped the plug still filling her bottom with his finger, adding to her pleasure.

A moment of panic assailed her when it occurred to her those panties he was sliding down over her hips would show just how aroused she was.

The evidence would be hard to miss.

How could having something shoved up her butt be so exciting and make her so wet?

Opening her lips to tell him to stop, she instead groaned when he began kissing his way down her spine.

What he was doing felt so intimate.

So naughty.

So, so good.

He continued pressing kisses down her spine as he slid her jeans down her legs.

When he reached the dimples in her lower back, she expected him to stop.

But he didn’t.

Just as he’d done to her back, he pressed kisses over her hips and bottom.

Not knowing if she should be mortified or aroused, she decided to choose aroused.

“Your skin is so soft, baby girl.

I love spending time worshiping every inch of you.

Now, be a good girl and put your hands on the edge of the tub.

Daddy wants to taste your slick pussy.”

“B-but Daddy.

I’m not clean, you know… down there.”

“Do you think I can’t smell you, babygirl? Daddy wants to taste you, and that’s what he’s going to do.

Bend over and put your hands on the edge of the tub.”

She did as she was told, but not happily.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.

You should at least let me freshen up first.

Then you could—”

Smack!

Lovie shot straight up, spinning to face him while holding her stinging bottom with her hands.

“You spanked me!”

“Not yet, mouthy girl, but I’m about to.

You need to be reminded of what it means to mind Daddy, don’t you?”

Her eyes glistened with tears, but she didn’t let them fall.

“I should have stayed at the counter.

But Tazzy wanted a book to read to the babies, and I told myself it was okay because if I got caught, I could argue the book area counted as the same room.”

“So you thought you could play word games and get away with doing something naughty.”

The tears spilled over her cheeks.

Her throat was too tight to speak, so she nodded.

“That’s not how minding Daddy works.

If you had stayed where I told you, the General and your stepfather couldn’t have upset you.

They didn’t try to hurt you, but what if they had? Do you have any idea what they could have done to you without anyone knowing?"

Guilt covered her like a thick blanket, making it hard to breathe.

She finally got what her Viking had been saying this whole time.

She’d been playing games.

There could be no games when it came to safety.

The cost was too great.

Law drove that point home with his next words.

“If I lost you, I’d lose myself.

There would be no coming back from that.

No getting over it one day.

I couldn’t stay anywhere without you.”

Her eyes burned, and she had to blink harder this time to push back the tears.

She didn’t want him to think she was crying to make him go easy on her.

She didn’t want him to go easy on her.

She needed the release that only he could provide.

But holding back her tears made it difficult to speak.

“I’m waiting, little girl.”

Uh-oh.

It didn’t sound like he was waiting very patiently.

What was he waiting on? Oh, yes.

“Sorry, Viking, um, D-daddy.

I understand.”

“I’m glad to hear that.

Now, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bottom hard.

And then, to make sure this is a lesson you don’t forget, you’re going to put your hands back on the side of the tub and I’m spanking you with the hairbrush.

You are about to discover firsthand what happens to Little girls who don’t mind their Daddies."

Sitting on the side of the tub, he pulled her over his lap.

The butt plug tugged at her bottom hole.

He was going to spank her with a plug in her bottom?

Suddenly, she felt very rebellious.

Swallowing all the smart-mouthed comments flying through her brain, she chose an answer that hopefully wouldn’t make her punishment worse.

“I’m the one who’s read all the freakin’ books.

I already know what happens.”

Well, shoot.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Holy crap, that hurt! Did he have to start out so hard? “I’m sorry, Daddy.

Sorry! I told my mouth to be good.

It just didn’t listen.”

“Maybe we should walk over to the sink and wash that mouth out with soap.

Do you think your mouth would listen to you then?”

Yikes! That sounded horrible.

“Um, no, Daddy, I don’t think that’s necessary.

I don’t think she’ll do it again.

My mouth feels very sorry for my butt.”

“If you’re sure,” he said.

“I’m sure.

I promise.”

“Good.

Are you ready?”

“I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

She crossed her fingers, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much.

Law didn’t use his words anymore after that.

He let his hand do the talking.

That broad calloused hand that had felt so good when it was rubbing her bottom did not offer the same comfort at all when he brought it down in a firm swat on her right check.

She gasped as the heat flared where he’d spanked and then spread over her cheek.

While her right cheek still burned, he brought his hand down again on her left cheek.

He must have thought he warmed her skin up enough, because he started hard and fast from the start.

Soon she was squirming on his lap, trying to dodge the hard swats as they cracked down on her bottom.

She’d started determined not to make a sound, much less cry.

That ended when he aimed his swats lower, smacking the tender skin where her cheeks met her thighs.

“Oh.

Wait.

Stop, Daddy! That hurts!”

“That’s what happens to Little girls who say bratty things and don’t mind their Daddies.”

He didn’t pause, merely shifted to the other side.

He rained down five hard smacks to the same spot.

Her eyes began to burn.

Five equally firm smacks to the other side had the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Finally, he landed ten of the hard swats yet in the center of her bottom, right on top of the plug.

It hurt the worst there because he almost spanked her pussy every time.

But it also pushed the plug deeper into her bottom, firing all the nerves inside her to life.

How could something feel so bad and so good at the same time?

And then it was over.

Her bottom burned, but the heat in her pussy was even hotter.

Helping her stand, he held her close.

“That’s my big girl.

Now I’m giving you fifteen spanks with the brush.

I want your hands on the side of the tub. You may not move them to cover your bottom. If you do that, I might hit your fingers. I will start all over again with you over my knee if you move your hands. Do you understand?”

Sniffling and wiping the tears from her cheeks, she nodded.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“All right.

Let’s get you in position.”

He bent her over and put her hands on the edge of the tub in a way that ensured she wouldn’t slip.

“I want your feet wider apart.

Good girl, now flatten your back and look out the window over the tub.

Keep your bottom up.”

Her bottom burned already, throbbing as he retrieved the brush from the counter.

Crossing back to stand on her left side, he placed his palm on the small of her back.

She was glad it was there.

His palm steadied her, even now.

“It’s a count of fifteen.

I don’t want to have to start over, so remember what I said.”

Then he did something unexpected that proved he really wanted her to learn this lesson well.

He dipped his hand in the tub and rubbed the water over her bottom, leaving her skin wet.

“I remember, Daddy,” she said.

She started crying again before he even landed a swat.

She knew from the first smack of the brush she was in trouble.

However it worked, the books proved true again.

Getting spanked on wet skin did hurt more.

Especially when she’d already had a hand spanking.

She cried out every time the brush landed on her bottom, trying anything and everything to make the pain less.

Pressing up on her highest tiptoes did help.

If anything, tightening her muscles made it worse and reminded her she had a plug in her butt.

Stomping her feet didn’t help, either.

It just jiggled the plug around more.

Her Daddy didn’t even pretend to take it easy on her.

He brought the flat surface of the wooden tool of Satan down hard, making sure to include her sitspots.

That brush had to be from the devil.

There was no other explanation for the fire it caused to explode over her hind quarters.

It would be nice to say she took her hairbrush spanking well.

It would also be a lie.

She screeched.

She hollered.

She begged.

She bargained. None of that worked, of course, but it didn’t stop her from trying.

When he was finished delivering all fifteen of the swats he’d promised, he threw the brush across the bathroom.

It thudded against the closet door and clattered across the tile floor.

She was in his arms before the noise ended.

Lifting her, he sat back down on the side of the tub and held her in his lap, rolling her to her hip so her tender bottom didn't rest on his thighs.

She reached around and grabbed her bottom, as if her hands could do anything to take away the throbbing in her red, hot bottom.

He stroked her hair and spoke softly to her, telling her how proud he was of her and what a good girl she was.

His praise and his touch reached inside her and pulled her inner kitten to the surface.

She nuzzled him with her cheek and pawed his chest with her hand.

He sensed the change immediately and praised his little fairy cat.

Patience and time eventually cooled the heat in her bottom cheeks, but did nothing but ramp up the fire in other intimate places.

“I don’t know if my fairy cat is up to it, but I’d love to share a bath with my Little girl.”

Oh, she was completely down with that.

Still not ready for words, she nodded.

She felt his smile against her hair.

“Then let’s get you in the tub, sweet girl.

But first, let’s take care of this plug.”

Having her bend back over, he removed the plug, then lifted and lowered her into the warm water of the bathtub.

Once her burning bottom got used to it, the water soothed and relaxed the rest of her muscles.

She drew the water up, pouring it over her shoulders and breasts.

She would have sunk underneath it altogether but for the fact she wanted to watch him undress.

He wasn’t trying to be sexy, he just was.

His fingers worked to unbutton each button and slip his shirt off his impossibly broad shoulders.

Her eyes followed every move as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall past his toned hips and muscular thighs.

His rigid cock was ample proof she wasn’t the only one affected.

“Scoot forward a bit, fairy cat,”

he said before stepping in and sliding into place behind her.

With the touch of a few more buttons, he had jets of water working all the stress from her body.

Reaching around her, he squeezed body wash onto a rag and began to wash her entire body.

Every stroke of his hand over her skin sent her arousal higher.

When he ran the cloth over her nipples and pinched them, she almost came out of the tub.

The sides of the tub had handles in the most convenient places.

She used them to press her bottom against his cock and rotate her hips against him.

He ran the washcloth between her thighs, making sure he caressed each and every secret crevice she possessed.

She was mindless with need by the time he was finished.

She had no idea when or where he’d gotten the vibrator, but she smiled when he turned it on.

He trapped her legs and spread them wide, but he didn’t touch her.

He moved the jets so the water swirled around her pussy, titillating her sex but not giving her anything that would push her over the edge.

She whimpered, on the verge of begging, when he pressed the vibrator against her.

Not between her thighs, but around the edge of the areola of one breast.

He played and circled her nipple for an eternity, without ever touching it.

Then he repeated his torture on her other breast.

Just when she thought she might scream, he pressed the tip of the vibrator to one nipple.

Lightly, but it was better than nothing.

She struggled to press her breast against the device, but he splayed his large hand over her abdomen, pinning her in place.

Her only comfort came from his engorged cock pressing against the crack of her backside.

He was torturing himself as much as he was tantalizing her.

Then, without warning, he touched the vibrator to her mound, just above her clit.

She cried out in frustration.

“Daddy!”

“Tell me what you need, babygirl,”

he growled in the ear, nipping and biting, shooting bolt after bolt of need straight to her throbbing clit.

She had passed the point of embarrassment long ago.

“I need you to make me come, Daddy.

Please, Viking.

Please make me come.”

“That’s my good little fairy cat,”

he said, placing the vibrator exactly where he knew she needed it, just to the side of her clit.

It took seconds to get her there.

And as she started to come, he lifted her with his other arm, angled his hips, and drove her down on his cock.

“Oh, god! Daddy! You feel so good inside me.”

“I love how tight you are, babygirl.

You squeeze me like a vise.

Now ride Daddy’s cock, dirty girl.

Ride me hard and take me there.”

As ever, she was a good girl and did as she was told.

The throbbing and pounding of his thick cock inside her took her crashing over the edge again.

She screamed his name over and over as they slowly came down together.

Later, once he had gotten her out of the shower and dried her off, they lay in the bed with the fire crackling in the fireplace.

One of the best parts of having a glass house in the middle of nowhere was stargazing from the comfort of their bed.

She loved this house.

She loved her life.

And most of all, she loved her Viking.

Her Daddy.

Her everything.

And her Viking loved her, too.