I was so lucky to be invited to write for the Dirty Daddies Anthology 2020.
I had to dig deep to find Carrie in me. I'm a woman who refuses to see that need I have for someone to care for me, and take care of me. But it was there. It IS there. Despite this being a 'simple steamy story' on the surface, this was not an easy story to write for me because I had to do some real soul searching and it brought up needs and longings that I have buried DEEP. I had to make myself feel vulnerable again. I had to become Carrie.
I also really want to revisit their world. ;) There are many more stories there.
𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙐𝙂𝘼𝙍 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎: sweet bookstore owner clashes with Russian gangster. Something about her evokes his need to own and protect. Everything about her makes him want to bend her over his lap and spank that obnoxious resistance out of her.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫!
𝟐𝟓 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝟗𝟗𝐜!
𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘
𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 . 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐆𝐓𝐁𝐐 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐫𝐚𝐰, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘜𝘎𝘈𝘙 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘚, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺:
I shoot forward, wrap my arms around her waist and yank her to me, falling on my back with the girl on top of me. The air is slammed out of my lungs, and I gasp as I twist us around until I have her pinned beneath me. There is no stopping her struggles. I need to change tactics or I’ll have to use a lot more force than I want to. I have no intention of hurting Miss Ellerbrock. I don’t know why I’ve been so obsessed with her, but spanking her in that office, smelling the excitement all over her, has rendered me sleepless since.
Squeezing her throat, more as a warning than to cut off her breathing, I put my mouth to her ear. “Calm down, little one. I don’t want to hurt you, girl.”
She freezes, her breaths come as short gasps. “What?”
Realizing I spoke to her in my mother tongue, I dare to free one arm and push some of the blonde locks off her cheek so I can catch her gaze. Huge blue eyes stare at me, frightened. Understandably. Sadly. That’s who I am, all I have ever been, the cruel enforcer.
“Come on, get up. Stop fighting me.” I push up and jump to my feet, offering her my hand.
She’s still flat on her belly, eyeing my hand, the door behind me. She moves faster than I expect, kicking out her foot, hitting my legs.
Russian has many more colorful curses than English, and a long string of them passes my lips as I pounce on her. “You are begging for trouble!” I straddle her and push up her arms against her back, circling her wrists with one hand while I bear down the other on her delicious full ass.
Smack. “Stop.” Smack. “Fighting.” Smack. “Me.”
She hollers and tries to get loose, but I have her now, perfectly bundled up beneath me, and I’m going nowhere. Everything about her screams of loneliness, and of the need for a firm hand. Everything about her invites me in. She is chaos. I am order. She is fiery embers. I am permafrost.
“Please! What do you want?”
“Who am I?”
“I don’t know!” she yells.
“What do you need?”
She squirms, but only manages to trap herself tighter between my thighs. My cock is unapologetically hard, twitching, weeping to be freed of its restraints. It would be so easy to put my hand between her legs, coax her ready for me, make her shake with reluctant need before I pull down her pristine white cotton panties and bury myself to the hilt in her pussy.
Her face is flushed, she’s still fighting. “I need you to get off me.”
“No. That’s not what you need. You need some order back into your life.”
“What are you talking about? Get off me! You’re heavy!”
“Look at this place, Miss Ellerbrock. Look at the state you’re in. Look at the mess in the kitchen.” I lean in and catch her gaze, then I turn my head to look at the floor under a chair that stands before us. “And look at the size of… what do you call it? Dust bunnies? And you haven’t taken care of your business for three days.”
“You’re not my daddy!”
I tut. The sound makes her flinch slightly. “But you are in desperate need of one.” I slide a hand past her hip, down along the delicious curvature of her bottom, where warm skin meets my fingers. The girl trembles, holds her breath, and waits. She knows what’s coming. I feel it in my bones. She waits, wants, needs, just as much as I do. I raise my arm and then bear down on her ass. She squeals.
I slap her again, just hard enough to sting and leave a quickly fading blush. “Tell me you need a Daddy.”
She jerks and screeches, trying to get me off her. I smack her again.
“Tell me you want me to take care of you.”
My palm connects with the naked skin on her ass, a tad harder than before.
“You have no control over your business. You’re on the edge of ruin. You live in a pigsty. Your father’s house is owned by another man. Tell me again you don’t need me.”
“I—I don’t need you, you—pervert!”
I remind her with a firm smack of the consequences of being mouthy with me. She gasps and then grits her teeth.
“I am going to take care of you, Carrie Ellerbrock. I’m going to free you. But there will be a price.”