The Throwbacks: A Compilation Of Four Complete Dark Psychological Romance Novellas(29)

"Okay."

"Simone...do not under any circumstances Interact with anyone over the internet no matter who it is, or who they say they are, it's very dangerous. I know you don't understand but trust me, there's a reason I live the way I do, there's a reason for my paranoia as you call it. What might seem like an innocent occurrence can sometimes become deadly. I took you Simone, I make no apologies for that, because with one look you captivated me, but had I been of a different mind, had I been a monster, how do you think this would've turned out?

I'm not going to apologize for thrashing you, you know I won't, and if you put yourself in that kind of danger again I will do the same, you know this too, do you understand?"

"Yes." My voice was small and childlike.

"Any questions?"

"Uhm...." I bit my tongue, how do I say this without getting myself in deeper shit?

Roderick in no way mistreats me, neither is he abusive, in fact he's far from it, but when he gets pissed or more to the point, scared, he can lose his shit. I should know I've got the ass whippings to prove it. So how do I tell him how I feel without turning this into a major issue?

"Simone?"

"Can we talk about it after we put the boys to bed?"

He looked at me for a long minute before nodding his assent.

"Fine, let's go eat."

"What did you make?"

"Your favorite of course."

"Whew, vegetable lasagna, thank you daddy."

I got a hug and kiss before we headed out to get the boys.





Dinner was boisterous fun, Roderick and I like to interact with the kids while we eat, in an appropriate manner of course, there was no chewing and talking at the same time, but conversation is plentiful with two four-year-olds who were full of stories and a million and one questions about everything under the sun. There was lots of 'mommy guess what' and daddy did you know?'

Roderick was really great with them I liked to watch him, his patience and understanding so completely different from my father's.

I bathed the boys and got them ready for bed while Roderick took his shower. I was in bed under the covers by the time he was finished. It got dark early up here this time of year, by seven it would be pitch black, we would either watch TV or read but I knew we needed to have this conversation so I left my book sitting on the nightstand.

"You ready to talk little girl?"

"Yes daddy."

"Go ahead."

I fidgeted a little because although Roderick has always maintained that we could discuss anything I've never really questioned his authority before.

"Uhm...it's just that...I didn't deliberately go looking for that Sam guy...."

"Is this the first time some guy tried to talk to you on there?"

"Uh...." Shit, I knew I should've left well enough alone.

"No....." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"And how did you handle it the last time?"

"I just ignored it."

"And did he stop?"

"Eventually yes."

"This group you're in, do you know anyone there personally have you ever met any of

them?"

"Of course not."

"How do you know they are who they say they are?"

I shrugged my shoulders; this is not going at all the way I expected it to.

"Do you remember about ten years ago? You might've been too young to remember but it made international news, there was a young girl that went missing. Her family begged and pleaded for weeks, the media was all over the story because the girl came from a very influential family."

I did not have a good feeling about this. I wanted to stop him before he went any further but that train had already left the station and I just knew he was about to tell me something horrible.

"The police, the FBI, every possible government agency was called in, money was no object, with all those resources there was nothing to be done, she disappeared without a trace. Finally a cyber task force took over, when they took her PC apart they found all these emails and private messages between her and an unknown man.

It took them months to piece it together but by then it was too late, she'd been dead since the first week she'd been taken. That thirteen year-old girl was my sister Janet, she met her predator in a chat room where she'd been meeting other kids and sharing information, you're an adult, you're not a thirteen year-old girl, but you're my wife and I'll be damned if the same thing will happen to you."

"Oh my gosh, oh daddy, I'm so sorry." I hugged him as tight as I've ever hugged him before, my heart breaking into a million pieces for him, for his remembered pain.





That answered a lot; though I always suspected it had to be something horrible that had sent him running from civilization, I’d never imagined something like this. He hardly ever spoke of his past and his contact with his family was minimal at best. Now I understood why he was so overprotective so anal about our security, it's a good thing I didn't mind being hidden away up here, had I been one for big city lights and the party scene we would have major issues.

Now with this new revelation it was a wonder he even let me near the computer at all.

"I promise to be careful I won't talk to people on there."

"You can talk Simone, just not about personal things and definitely no fucking flirting there's no difference between flirting on there or in person as far as I'm concerned.

You're no longer a prisoner here, you can come and go as you please...okay maybe that's stretching the truth a little bit, but you know what I mean, you have your freedom, but if you put yourself in danger I'm not going to handle it very well, call it paranoia call me domineering, whatever makes you happy, but I will never stop taking care of you and if that means you get an ass whipping every once in a while, then so be it. Are we clear?"

"Clear."

"Good, now let me take care of you."

He rubbed more ointment into my already fading welts, but there was no repeat of the afternoon's love making. Instead after he'd cleaned up in the bathroom, he came back to bed pulled me on top of his body, kissed my forehead and we went to sleep with me held safely in his arms.





12





My aching cock woke me early the next morning. Simone was still sprawled on top of me with my hands molded to her ass.

Before I was fully awake I was grinding my heavy cock into her stomach, moving her body so my leaking cock could rub against her clit. After about five minutes of that I was ready to fuck a knot in the floor.

"Come on baby wake up." I squeezed her ass cheeks together, trapping my cock between her legs.

"Hmmmm." She was barely awake before I was lifting her body and pulling her up mine so that her pussy was over my mouth.

"Hold onto the bed head." She rested her head on her folded hands at the top of the headboard while I swiped my tongue over her morning wetness.

"Uhmmmmm..." I entered her with my tongue, her sweet taste bursting on my tongue as I held her ass in my hands and ate to my heart's content.

Her little sleepy movements soon became bolder as she rubbed her pussy on my mouth.

Sliding out from under her I knelt behind her and with one thrust was buried inside my girl. Crushing her body between mine and the headboard I started slowly fucking back and forth into her, her soft ass bouncing into my groin.

"Flex your pussy little girl."

"Yes daddy."

She squeezed...held...released, the tightening of her pussy around my cock felt like heaven.

With my face buried in her neck, inhaling her sleep warm scent I let myself feel her, her silky soft hair on my face, the girlish slenderness of her hips in my hands and the smooth, liquid heat of her cunt.

Pulling her back gently, I took her breasts in my hands so I could torment her nipples. She reached her hand back and over so she could grab the back of my head twisting her head for a kiss.

One touch of her tongue and my libido spiked up. Instead of slow steady thrusts I was now plunging into her depths.

Her fingers pulled my hair painfully but I didn't care, the pain spurred me on to fuck harder and deeper as I bit down hard on her neck making her cum hard and long on my cock.

"Play with your clit for me little girl."

Her other hand went to her pussy and she rubbed her clit as we fucked.

"I'm gonna cum...daddy....unghhhhhhhh."

I lifted one of her legs and shifted so I went in deep on an angle, hitting her G spot and making her shake in ecstasy.

"Cum in your baby daddy, I want to feel you cum, I love to feel you cum."

I came, pulling out and shooting on her clit and fingers from behind before pushing back in and shooting in her more, over and over.

I turned her over and kissed her long and hard soothing her with long strokes of my hand.

"Good morning beautiful girl."

"Morning daddy." She squeezed me and sighed before settling once more in my arms.

"You're taking the boys to school today." I felt her body tense, fuck, I didn't want to do this either but ever since I told her the story about my sister yesterday something's been nagging at me, I hated like fuck what was going on in my head but I had to do this.

"But daddy why, I hate...."

"I know but you have to do it okay."

She nodded yes but didn't say anything.





I was a fucking wreck for the whole twenty minutes or so she was gone. That morning while we both fed the boys breakfast I'd been hard pressed not to lose my shit and bar them all in the house, it had been five years, five wonderful years of bliss...for me and here is where the fuckery in my mind started, what had it really been for her?