Chapter 6

Chapter Six

M olly rubbed her eyes before trying to force them open. If only that alarm clock hadn't rung. She was having the best dream about a tall, tattooed biker.

Finally, she rolled over to turn off the incessant ringing of the alarm. Swinging her legs out of the covers, she pushed herself to sit up. Her gaze landed on the cracked open drawer of her nightstand. She pushed it totally closed, hiding the pink vibrator she'd ordered by mail.

She'd wanted one forever but was too chicken to walk into the adult store in town. Thank goodness she'd noticed the small check box that offered discreet packaging. If they'd just slapped a label on the box, her mailman would have looked at her funny forever.

Dashing into the restroom, she started getting ready for work. In a short time, she stood in her kitchen debating if she wanted one cup of coffee or if she should make a pot. Limiting herself to one, she grabbed one of the bananas that hadn't made it into the pudding.

In just a few minutes, she finished her coffee as she stood, checking through her email. Clearing out her mailbox, Molly left a few to check out later. After rinsing her cup, she grabbed her purse and a box of crackers. Taking the pudding to Faust had wiped out the time when she prepared her lunch. Crackers would give her something to munch on. Besides, she was going to dinner with Faust—that was a treat.

Molly dashed into her closet to grab shoes to match the dress she wore. She lingered for just a minute, scanning her clothes hoping for something exciting to wear on her date. Everything she had screamed church secretary. Giving up, she stepped into a pair of sandals and headed for the door.

The trip to the church was quick and Molly pulled into the parking spot she usually took. Once inside, Molly navigated to the office and automatically moved through her morning routine. When she sat down at her desk, she saw the message light blinking once again. Crossing her fingers that everything was okay, she hit the play button. Fortunately, they were all simple to resolve.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Molly sat back in her chair and started working on the letters Minister Steve had requested. She greeted the two men as they entered at different times. The day seemed so normal compared to yesterday. She found herself wishing for a little excitement and pushed that desire away. It was better to have boring normalcy in the office.

I'll get my excitement later.

She squirmed a bit on her chair, thinking about the tall, muscular biker. He was so totally different from anyone she knew. Was she dating him only because he was a bad boy? For the excitement?

"I see something in him no one else does."

"Your biker?" Minister Steve said as he walked toward her desk.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud." Mentally, she struck herself on the forehead.

"Molly, you get to decide who your friends are. I'm going to put one thought into your mind as an old man who's worked with a lot of people. Others will judge you by the company you keep."

"Amen." Lester O'Brien's voice carried down the hall, confirming Molly's suspicion that he could hear everything said in the main office area.

"Thank you, Minister Steve, for caring about me. I'll keep that in mind," Molly answered diplomatically.

"You have a long life ahead of you. Being happy is the most important," Minister Steve added.

Molly nodded.

"And your eternal soul," the assistant minister added from his office.

Minister Steve shook his head and walked down the hallway into Lester's office, closing the door after him.

Molly strained her ears trying to hear their conversation. She did hear Lester's voice raising at times. Minister Steve's even tone reassured her. He always had a positive energy around him. She wondered if the minister considered his assistant to be his personal challenge.

Molly focused on her computer screen when Minister Steve walked back into his office. She worked diligently to clear all the items from her to-do list. By lunch time, she'd made a big dent in her weekly tasks.

Wishing to get up and move a bit, Molly stood and decided to spend a bit of her lunch break outside. She exited to the parking lot and breathed in the fresh air, feeling better already. Reaching her hands up to the sky first, she stretched out her back and twisted to each side.

Already she felt better. Walking around the parking lot, the wind ruffled her hair. Molly looked up at the fast-approaching clouds and realized a storm was coming in. She quickened her steps and headed diagonally across the parking lot toward the door to speed up her progress back inside.

The thought crossed her mind that she hoped Faust was inside. Riding a motorcycle in a storm didn't sound like a good idea.

She'd almost reached the door when a massive gust of wind buffeted her, almost knocking Molly off her feet. As she struggled to regain her balance, the strong breeze swirled around her legs, lifting her skirt up to a revealing level. Panicking, she pushed it down and ran forward toward the building.

After darting inside, Molly heard a huge clap of thunder that rocked the building and the skies opened to pour water onto the pavement. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering after the scary encounter with Mother Nature.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Molly. What a display in the church parking lot!"

She spun around to see Lester standing behind her. "That storm is awful out there. The wind was uncontrollable."

"Don't make excuses, girl," the unpleasant man answered.

Molly forced herself to keep her mouth closed. Surely he didn't think she'd flapped her dress up to her waist for the sheer pleasure of putting her panties on display. Oh, crap! She'd put on her white underwear with yellow rubber duckies today.

You did nothing wrong.

Repeating that thought over and over in her mind, she headed back to the office. Molly sat down on her chair. Her gaze landed on the adorable stuffie she hadn't been able to leave again. She leaned forward to brush her fingers over Angel's soft fuzz and quickly shifted her hand to pull out the crackers as a woman opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Alberts. What can I do for you?"

The woman's gaze landed on the cracker. "I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't mean to disturb your lunch."

"I'm glad to help you."

"I wanted to inquire about helping with communion," the older woman told her.

Noticing the woman's arthritic hands, Molly guessed the heavy communion trays would be too much. She knew immediately who she needed to talk to. "How nice of you to volunteer. Let me check with Minister Steve to see if he has time to talk to you."

"I've got time," answered her as the gentle man's voice carried out of the office.

Smiling, Molly escorted her down the hall. Minister Steve would take care of everything and everyone.

The afternoon flew by. Molly tried to keep from looking at the clock every five minutes. At a quarter to five, she heard her cell phone ring. Grabbing it, she grinned at his name and answered, "Hi."

"Hi, Little girl. I couldn't remember if I was picking you up at the church or your apartment."

"Oh, my apartment would be better." Molly quickly recited the information. "I get off here at five. I should be there by a quarter after."

"Drive safely. I'll be there when you pull in," Faust promised.

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it. Um…" She hesitated before adding, "I might need to change."

"I'll wait until you're ready."

"Thanks."

"Soon, Little girl. Drive safely home."

"Soon," she echoed, silently adding Daddy to the end of that statement.

Disconnecting, Molly stared at the phone as she tried to pull herself together. How did he have such an effect on her? It wasn't that he represented danger or living on the wild side. He made her happy. Even just hearing his voice made her happy.

When the second hand reached the twelve, Molly jumped up to grab her purse and tote bag. She left her crackers. They could be her lunch tomorrow. She didn't plan to get home early enough to throw anything together.

"Good night!" she called to the men still in their offices and didn't wait for their responses.

Emerging from the church, Molly was tickled to see the rain had passed, and the sun was peeking out of wispy clouds. She almost skipped to her car and slid in behind the steering wheel. In seconds, she had herself organized.

Molly drove carefully home. By the time she pulled into her apartment complex, she was buzzing with excitement. She turned the corner to see her apartment building. Her heart dropped. There wasn't a bike anywhere. He hadn't come to get her.

Instant tears prickled her eyes. Blinking furiously, she pulled into a random parking space. Her usual one held a large pickup with heavily tinted windows. She took a minute to try to pull herself together. Hearing a car door slam, she looked up to see who she'd have to make it past to get to her apartment. Faust stalked forward toward her.

She threw her door open and raced to jump up into his arms. He caught her easily and held her close.

"Now that's a welcome, Pixie," he said with the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

"Were you in that truck? When I didn't see your bike, I thought you'd decided not to come."

"I will never go back on my word, Little girl," he said sternly.

"O-Okay. Sorry."

"Don't apologize for a misunderstanding. I should have warned you. We hadn't talked about riding a bike, so I borrowed Steele's truck."

"I've never ridden on a motorcycle," she confessed.

"That's what I figured. I'll give you some lessons when you're ready to ride on my bike."

"That sounds like fun," she said and laid her head on his shoulder as she tried to blink away her tears. His hand stroked over her back soothing her as if he understood just how upset she had been.

"Are you hungry, Little girl?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm wasting time," she blurted, wiggling to get down.

"Holding you is not wasting time. Ever," he assured her as he set Molly's feet safely on the ground.

She smiled at him, feeling his words all the way to her heart. "I was going to change into jeans to ride on your bike. I've already had my dress blow up today. Zero out of five stars—do not recommend."

"Do I need to kill someone?"

She blinked at his instantly serious look. He was kidding, right? "Um. No one. I just walked around the parking lot and that storm popped it. It whipped my skirt up."

"Would you be more comfortable in jeans?" He didn't address her explanation, but his expression softened once again.

Molly hesitated, feeling the wind still blowing around her. "That's probably smarter."

"Go, Pixie. I'll wait right here."

"Okay. I'll be fast."

Molly turned around to see her driver's door open. She looked over her shoulder to see Faust nod in encouragement. Leaning in, she grabbed her purse and tote bag from the passenger seat before realizing the view she was providing him. Embarrassed, she quickly stood up and slammed the door shut.

She turned to look at him and saw him adjust himself inside those snug jeans. Something inside her heated as Molly recognized she had been the cause of his condition. Hiding her grin until she turned back to the building, Molly hurried inside and up the stairs to her apartment.

Racing to her bedroom, Molly took thirty seconds to tuck Angel safely in bed. "Go to sleep. I'll be home in a bit."

With that task completed, she dashed into her closet and pulled the dress over her head as she slid out of her sandals. After putting one in the laundry bin and the other in her shoe rack, Molly found her favorite pair of jeans and debated on the right shirt.

The image of Faust in his snug black T-shirt popped into her mind. Impulsively, she grabbed her pink shirt with a black accent trim around the neck and sleeves. They'd match without being too obvious.

Quickly pulling on the clothes, she grabbed her favorite pair of sneakers. She only wore them on special occasions to keep them clean. In a few minutes, she had socks and her high-tops on. She took a minute to pee and put a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and tinted lip gloss on.

Returning to the bedroom, she grabbed her purse and waved goodbye to an already sleepy Angel. Molly took time to lock her apartment door before rushing down the stairs and out the door. Faust pushed away from the truck. His face looked panicked as he ran forward.

"Stop!"

Immediately, she skidded to a halt. A car rushed past her the next second. She felt the rush of air as it continued through the apartment complex at a high rate of speed. Shocked, she let her breath out in a long gust.

"Are you okay?" Faust was by her side. He gripped her upper arms while he scanned her body looking for any injury.

"I'm fine. What a doofus I am! He would have splatted me on the pavement," she said, trying to joke off the scare that still had her pulse racing.

"You need your bottom spanked for not looking both ways," Faust stated as his fingers tightened around her arms.

"Ha, ha! Good one, Faust," she said with a cheerful laugh.

"I'm not a comedian, Little girl. Nor do I threaten anything I don't plan to follow through on. Let's go up to your apartment."

"What?" Her heart beat faster for an entirely different reason. He didn't plan on spanking her…Did he?

"Take me to your apartment, Molly."

Swallowing hard, she looked at him. How much did she trust him? Flashes of their interactions burst across her mind. Faust had taken care of her in every situation.

"I don't want to be spanked," she whispered.

"I don't think anyone wants to be punished," Faust told her. He waited for her to make up her mind.

Molly put her hand in his and pulled him forward. She led him inside and up the stairs to the top floor. She noticed Faust was never out of breath while she panted slightly. Stopping outside apartment 403, Molly dug her keys out of her purse and opened the door.

Leading the way inside, she watched Faust look around as if checking for security. She closed the door and leaned against it, waiting to see what he would do. When he turned around and walked forward to cage her against the door, Molly dropped her purse to the floor, forgetting it completely as he kissed her.

Clinging to his body, Molly was swept away by the passion and emotion in his kiss. She could feel his concern and relief as he explored her mouth with a dominance that made her heart beat so fast. When he ripped his mouth away from hers, she stared up at his fierce face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he corrected her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she repeated, feeling the importance of that word on her mind and body. It felt like the link between them closed. She stepped forward to close the distance between them, lifting her mouth in silent supplication.

Faust cupped the back of her head as he lowered his lips to hers. This kiss was as sweet as the other had been fierce and demanding. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Taking his time, he tasted her as if she were the finest wine in the world.

When she touched her tongue to his, Faust rewarded her by stroking his hands down her spine to cup her bottom, lifting her to align their bodies perfectly. She shivered against him at the feel of his thick shaft pressing against her. A soft moan escaped her when shown that he wanted her, Molly Abrams.

Molly had never been so turned on. She'd kissed boys in high school but had never felt anything like this. How did he create such a fire inside her?

She gripped him tightly when he lifted his head to end the kiss. He's not going to stop, is he? Molly held her breath as he walked over to her worn couch. Without any awkwardness, Faust maneuvered her legs to the side and sat down with her cuddled on his lap.

"Little girl. You took ten years off my life and added a few gray hairs."

Molly couldn't help looking up at his bald head. Gray hair? When her gaze met his once again, she couldn't help but giggle at the amusement on his normally scowling face.

"Are you laughing at your Daddy?" he asked.

"No!" she promised, trying to control her amusement.

"That's my Little girl. Now, you weren't such a good girl a few minutes ago."

"I didn't mean to scare you. I stopped when you yelled."

"You did. You also endangered yourself by not looking both ways. Next time, I will come to the other side to walk with you."

"Are you going to spank me?" she whispered.

"Yes. I want you to remember to be safe whether you're excited or not."

"But…"

"There are no buts. Come stand in front of Daddy," Faust directed. He stood her between his legs and unfastened her jeans.

Freezing at the feel of his hands, she couldn't react until his hands tugged the material over her hips. She twisted to each side, but Faust didn't allow her to escape. He held her securely in place as he continued to draw the thick material down.

"I'll let you wear panties this time. Next time you endanger yourself, I will strip your bottom bare."

When she caught herself nodding, Molly switched to turn her head back and forth.

"Daddy is always in charge, Little girl. It's easier on your bottom to agree."

Before she could argue with that, he lifted her easily and draped her body over his muscular thighs. Holding onto his calf for balance, she marveled at the sheer size of his muscles. He had to weight lift.

His first swat made the question in her mind about his exercise regimen evaporate. "Hey! That hurt!"

"It's supposed to hurt," he assured her as he delivered two more stinging spanks.

"Ow! No more. I'm sorry." Her bottom stung already.

"I'll know when you've had enough," he told her as he continued to pepper her bottom.

Heat built in her tender skin as he punished her. Molly sagged over his lap as her fight vanished. He was in charge. She'd almost gotten hit. She could have missed any future with him. Heartsick from that thought, Molly felt tears drip from her eyes. She drew a ragged breath as she tried unsuccessfully not to sob.

"Have you learned your lesson, Little girl?" he asked.

"Yes! I could... I could have messed us up," she pushed out.

His hand smoothed over her red skin. "And hurt yourself badly. That would have made my sunny disposition unpleasant."

The thought of the aggressive man becoming unpleasant made her hug his leg tight. "I promise. I'll look both ways."

"That's my good girl."

The world whirled around her once again as he lifted her to sit on his lap. She gasped as her stinging bottom landed on his denim-clad, hard thigh. Her gaze flew to meet his.

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, Little girl. Your bottom will remind you to be careful for some time."

"Are you always going to spank me?" she blurted.

"No. Spankings are effective ways to get your attention and change your behavior. There are other ways to correct you."

"Like what?" she whispered, half in fascination, half in dismay.

"You could have to write lines, sit in the corner, lose something important to you for a period of time, not get to wear panties under your dress… There are a million punishments."

As she stared at him not sure what to say, he added, "I could even add extras to punishments like holding your vibrator to your wet pussy as you stand in the corner."

"You wouldn't do that!" she said, shocked.

"Try me."

Molly wasn't about to do that.

When she didn't answer, he grabbed a couple of tissues and held them to her nose. "Blow."

"I can do it!" she rushed to tell him in embarrassment.

"Daddy's got it," he said, not allowing her to take them from him.

After a short hesitation, Molly exhaled delicately through her nose.

"Blow, Pixie."

This time, she blew her nose as if she held the tissues to her nose. He expertly wiped her nose and crumpled the layers in his hand. Dropping that on the floor, he grabbed a few more to wipe her face free of tears.

Her stomach growled loudly as he took care of her.

"Sounds like we need to feed you, Little girl. Tonight is taco night at the Shadowridge Guardians' clubhouse. Would you like to go there or out to a restaurant?"

"Are the other Littles going to be there?"

"I'm sure there will be several. You can stay with me after we eat, or you can play with them."

"You," Molly said quickly. She didn't have a lot of close friends. It seemed scary to talk to others who had Daddies. Maybe they'd decide she wasn't really Little.

"I'd like that, too, Pixie." He leaned in to kiss her before standing her between his legs. "Turn around, Little girl. Let me see your bottom."

Without thinking, she whirled around. She squealed in protest as he hooked a finger into her panties to pull down the back. He controlled her impulse to dart away as he looked over her bottom. His hand smoothed over her skin.

"Be still. I need to see how you took your punishment. It looks like your bottom survived well. That's good to know for the future."

She stared at his bald head as he turned her back to face him and drew up the material. When her jeans were fastened, he asked her gently, "Are you ready to go or do you need to potty?"

"Let me fix my makeup. I must look awful."

"You look adorable, but I'll wait a few minutes. Go on, Little girl. You have three minutes."

She darted away as he looked at his watch.