Chapter Ten

Shawn

We get back to Norman and I insist on walking her to the door of her apartment.

We didn't talk about the spanking during the rest of the drive home. We just sort of talked about mindless stuff. Smalltalk, I guess.

Did I cross a line? Hell, she could report me to the authorities! I know I gave her a choice, and she didn't stop me, but if she wanted to, she could probably still build a case against me.

But she's not going to do that. I gave her exactly what she needed. Littles need to atone for their disobedience. It helps them feel clean and absolved.

Cared for.

Loved.

And she's all those things.

I love her. Damn. I shouldn't. I can't. Not openly, at least. But damn it if I don't love her.

I need to get out of here because I'm close to throwing this little girl over my shoulder, carrying her straight to bed, and ravaging her. I have to leave right now.

"Thank you for the ride," she says.

"You're welcome," I say.

We stare into each other's eyes another few moments. Yeah, my willpower is slipping away with each passing second. I'm about to pass that point of no return. I've already crossed so many lines today, but they aren't detrimental. If I take her to bed, though—well, there'd be no turning back then.

"Lock that door," I tell her.

She smiles. "Yes, sir."

I nod.

Of course, she's an adult. She has a car. She can go anywhere she wants, but while she's home, I want to know that door is locked and that she's safe and sound.

"Goodnight," I say.

I turn to go but I feel her little hand on my arm. It's cute the way she's trying to spin me around, to face her once again. I turn and smile. "What, honey?"

Shawn. Don't call her that. And don't stay. Just get out of here. Stop it. You can't do this. Not now. Not ever.

I'm a little stunned when she throws her arms around my neck and reels me down until our lips meet. She kisses me.

I try to resist. For a second. But it's only a second.

It's a hungry kiss. Our tongues find one another, getting tangled and flickering together, before I come back to my senses and pull away.

I have to go right now. If I don't, I'm going to claim this little girl. I'm going to use her all night, making her mine, fucking her brains out. I might breed her, putting a baby inside that young, fertile womb, ensuring that she stays, that she's mine forever.

Shit.

"We can't," I manage to say. "Baby girl, we…"

I don't say anything else, instead simply turning and hurrying to my truck.

Leaving that cutie on her doorstep is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I can't even turn around to check on her, because I know if she's crying—if I see those big, innocent eyes full of tears—I'll break. My willpower will completely shatter.

So I just leave.

Yep. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.

***

I get home to find my house feels cold and lonely.

I ignore it, though, because my cock is still raging. During the short drive to my place, I thought of nothing but burying my shaft deep in that tight pussy.

I need to relieve this pressure.

I start the shower and let the water heat up. It doesn't take long. It's so damn hot outside, the pipes are already warm.

I strip down and step in, standing under the stream and letting it wash away the weariness of a long road trip. I'm coming down from the hypervigilance of navigating the highway.

But I'm not coming down from the intoxicating presence of little Willow.

My cock is aching. I'm so full and ripe. I've got to get some relief.

I put my hand on my shaft, stroking myself and thinking of that cute, little ass bent over the tailgate. That bottom was so damn perfect, round and bubbly, begging for a hard spanking.

And begging for my cock.

I imagine her moaning, whimpering, and crying as she takes every inch. She won't want to, at first. Poor thing. Surely she's been with a guy. But never one like me. She's in for a world of hurt, but it won't last long. She'll soon discover the pleasure of having a real man inside her, a man that knows how to properly love a girl.

A Daddy.

I stroke faster.

She'd love a man in her life. I can take care of her, give her a proper, stable, and loving home. A home where she could have the life she deserves.

The life I'm willing to give her.

I can read it in her eyes every time I see her. She's desperate for guidance and discipline. For love.

For Daddy.

She needs me. I need her.

I imagine her little mouth wrapped around my cock. Those soft, wet lips would look so cute sliding up and down my spear, taking me to the hilt and gagging.

And crying.

And moaning.

And begging for more.

I want to hear her beg for her Daddy's cum.

Fuck!

I pump my hand harder and faster. I think of what it would feel like to thrust deep inside her tight pussy. She'd want it, but she'd have to have some help. That little girl would tap out if we didn't find a solution.

I picture her little hands bound and her little body pinned beneath me as I have my way with her. Yeah, I'd probably have to tie her up. Or at the very least, hold her down. I'm too much for her to take, otherwise. Left free, she'd probably try to wiggle away to safety. It would just be her body's natural inclination.

It wouldn't last long, though. She'd surrender.

Damn.

My balls are drawing up. The cum is close.

I imagine her tight little pussy stretched wide by my fat cock. The length would probe places she's never even dreamed of. Sure, it would be excruciating at first, but she'd love every second of it.

Every second of her little pussy getting fucked raw.

I can see her face, contorted in pleasure and agony as I claim her, using her the way a man should use a woman.

Damn.

I'm so close.

I can see her big, brown eyes, brimming with tears, as she cries and cums. As I make her mine.

As I breed her.

As I put a baby in her.

I can see her sweet, round belly, swollen with my child.

Her tits growing heavy with milk. Her nipples, tender and sensitive. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she takes me deep inside, begging for my seed every day, over and over again.

I've never wanted to breed a girl so bad in all my life. This little cutie has a powerful hold on me.

I cum. Hard.

A torrential downpour of thick, white, hot semen rains down, splattering loudly on the shower's floor, before mixing with the water and sliding into the drain.

"Shit," I whisper, still stroking.

The pleasure is overwhelming, causing my vision to go hazy.

I stand under the water, leaning my head against the cool tile and panting as my heartbeat slows.

It feels good. But not as good as having her would.

I need her.

I need Willow.

I must have her.

And I'm not going to stop until I make her mine.

At least, that's what I'm saying in the heat of the moment. But that isn't reality. It can't be.

If I see her just one more time, though, I'm not sure I can help myself. I might ravage that little girl.

So I have to stay away.

Far, far away.