Bred in Daddy's Handcuffs(6)

Oh, Becky, you don't have a clue. These joints are going to get me the biggest high of my life, and I might not ever come down from it again!





Daddy's face twisted strangely the minute he stepped through the door. I was on the couch, trying to smoke as casually as possible.

I had an ashtray on the precious coffeetable he'd inherited from his grandpa. My headphones were in, and I pretended to be quietly rocking out, so engaged in my music that I didn't even notice him come inside.

He ran toward me like a tiger and his mouth moved, hard and fast. The music was up too loud, but it sounded like he said, “Rachel? What the hell is going on here?”

“Daddy! I'm really sorry about this,” I said with a yelp, throwing off my headphones.

It wanted to laugh. I knew I was a bad actress by nature, but Daddy's next move turned things deadly serious.

Without warning, he burst forward, grabbing my wrists and dragging me to my feet.

Snarling, he knocked the joint out of my hand and ground it on the floor.

“Do you think this is just a silly little thing I'm going to let go? You haven't learned anything from our ride yesterday! Nothing!”

My head spun as his hands shifted again. He hooked one arm around my waist, rapidly hurling my kicking feet across the floor. His free hand went straight for my ponytail.#p#分页标题#e#

“Ouch! Daddy, what's wrong with you?”

We came to a full stop as he shoved me to the wall, right outside the part where our bedrooms and bathroom intersected. His face was granite, as vicious and unforgiving as I'd seen him look when he arrested the drug dealer.

“What's wrong with me? Did you really just ask me that?” His hot breath rolled out, and I quivered when it reached the bare skin on my neck.

“I'm really, really sorry, Daddy. I got it from Becky – I don't know what I was thinking!” My face flushed. I was on the verge of tears as desire collided with mad embarrassment.

Everything had gone so wrong. And now I'd released something dark inside him, an animal who had only the faintest resemblance to the strong, gentle father I knew so well.

“You weren't thinking. You were acting on impulse. That's the problem, honey.” He paused, his chest rapidly rising and falling, only inches from mine. “I've been too easy on you.”

“No!” I murmured, involuntarily kicking at him and flailing my wrists.

My movements brought his rage to boiling. He forced my wrists high above my head, slamming them against the wall.

I gasped when I saw him reach down and grab the handcuffs. I'd upset him so badly that he hadn't had time to take off his belt when he came home. He was wearing his police gear, and he was about to use it!

Everything was still there – the handcuffs, the taser, his gun. I clenched my jaw. Every muscle I had turned to stone and then went back to jelly.

I almost collapsed in his arms as he spun me around. My cheek lay against the wall, and I felt him ram against my backside with his body.

“Daddy...what are you doing?” I whispered, scared and excited all at once.

“What I should've done a long time ago, right after you started acting up. Don't move a damned muscle, little girl. You've done me wrong for the last time, and I'm going to punish you.”

Cold steel buckled around my wrists. I moved my hands apart, feeling them come to a dead stop on the short metal chain.

He held my bound hands up above my head as his free hand moved to my jeans. Fortunately, I hadn't buckled my belt tight enough to hurt as he ripped my pants down.

Muscles deep inside me immediately clenched as I felt his fingers winding up my panties. I whistled with surprise as he reached between my legs and touched the sopping wet spot.

“Oh. Oh, Rachel. This is bad. You're a nasty little girl. I've noticed the way you look at me, but I had no idea. This...God!” His voice sounded hoarse, overcome with an emotion so powerful it was like waiting for a lit fuse to reach its dynamite.

Is it anger or lust? Oh, Daddy, what are you going to do to me? I'm in over my head.

I shook lightly in his hands, far past any regrets. His hand rested on my bare ass, gingerly feeling the right cheek before moving to the left.

“I'm sorry, Rachel. I have to do this. Your mother always told me I was too soft. I guess she was right, but not anymore...”

His hand moved away and I raised my neck, wondering what had happened. A split second later, the hardest slap I'd ever felt landed on my ass.

I screamed, more from surprise than genuine pain. From there, he launched into a fury, bouncing my little ass on his calloused palm again and again, giving me no reprieve until I choked with breathless shock.

“Daddy, Daddy! Yes!” My lips clamped shut as the fire on my buttocks eased.