My temper flares when I see an almost naked Rowan on her knees in front of my son with his dick in her hand. A possessive need to pluck her up and spank her tiny little ass is overwhelming. I fist both hands as I step into the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I snarl.

She screeches and scrambles to her feet, her arms crossing over her chest. As if her skinny arms could hide her bouncy tits. It just makes them look fatter and juicier. I’m going to bruise the hell out of them. Soon.

“Dad,” Brock says, his voice hoarse as he quickly gets decent.

“This,” I seethe, “is not going to happen under my roof.”

Rowan’s big brown eyes well with tears and she glances at her dress smashed beneath my black leather Gucci dress shoe.

“You’re both going to college soon,” I snap. “It’s in your best interest to break up and make things at the end of the summer less painful.”

“Dad, stop,” Brock snaps as he rises from the bed.

I hold my hand up to him and shake my head. “Your car…” I trail off, pinning him with a hard stare that intimidates most men I do business with. “I can make it go bye-bye.” I make a waving motion to drive home my point.

His gaze darkens and jaw clenches. I bought him an Audi A7 as an early graduation present. Sleek black. All leather interior. It set me back about seventy grand. He knows what a lucky little shit he is to have such an expensive vehicle.

“You’re breaking up with me?” Rowan asks, her swollen bottom lip trembling.

Brock winces, but doesn’t have the balls to follow through. Good thing for him, I’ve got balls made of motherfucking titanium.

“Go to my office,” I boom. “You’re still a minor, son, which means this shit between you two is pretty goddamn serious.” I turn and pin her with an icy glare. “You could get arrested, angel.”

A teary, choked sound escapes her. Brock huffs, but he knows I’ve won this round. He mutters out a soft apology to Rowan before rushing from the room. Once he’s gone, I stare her down. Tears streak down her red cheeks. She looks positively devastated.

Exactly how I want her.

Pulling out my phone, I take a picture of her looking like a beautiful mess. For my own personal stash. The beginning of many. Her eyes widen.

“For evidence,” I say with a smirk.

At this, she sobs quietly.

“You’re eighteen, little girl,” I bite out. “That means what you were doing was a fast track to statutory rape.”

“Rape?” she murmurs, horror in her tone.

“He’s a minor, and now I have evidence. Shall I call the cops? What would your daddy think about that?”

Her shoulders hunch as she cries. Fuck, she’s so damn pretty. Those quivering lips were made for my cock.

“Please don’t call the cops,” she murmurs.

I soften my gaze. “I suppose I could change my mind.”

Her features light up with hope. “Really?”

“As long as you are punished accordingly.”

She lets out a breath and her face falls. “Oh.”

“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” I say in a low voice.

Her brown eyes shine with curiosity. “I should be punished.”

“You should,” I agree. I walk over to the bedroom door and close it. “Put your hands on the door.”

She blinks at me several times in shock. “Why?”

A surge of anger ripples through me at her questioning me. “Because I fucking said so.”

Her body jolts at my harsh words, and she walks toward me, her arms still crossed over her luscious tits. She glances at me, searching for something. I give her a small smile of encouragement. This relaxes her considerably. She slowly moves her arms to press her palms to the door. Her back is to me, and my dick is stone in my slacks knowing her tits are bare.

“When my boys misbehave,” I growl as I unbuckle my belt and yank it from the loops with a loud swoosh, “I whip them.”

A whimper of fear escapes her and her body shakes. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with terror. Folding my snakeskin belt in half, I softly run it across her ass over her panties, and her sobs grow louder.

I lean into her, pressing my aching erection against her hip. My mouth finds her ear over her hair.

“I have to punish you so you’ll learn you can’t do such awful things, angel. You understand that, right? This will hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.” My voice is gentle. She doesn’t need to know I’ll enjoy the fuck out of her screams.

“R-Really?” She sniffles and tilts her head to the side as though she wants my mouth on her neck.

Later.

When she’s been a good girl.

“Oh, yes,” I croon. “I’d much rather reward you.”

“I want to be rewarded.”

“By me?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You liked my finger inside your tight pussy yesterday,” I state.

She whines.

“Correct, angel?”

Another whine.

“Little girls who want to play with men need to use their mouths.” I nip at her ear. “I really want you to use your mouth.”

“Y-Yes. I liked it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be touched.”

“By Hayden?” I tease.

“What?” she mutters. “No.”

“By any of my boys?”

She doesn’t answer right away, then gives me what I’m looking for. “No.”

“Who do you want to touch you?”

“You.”

“What a good little girl you are,” I praise. “I’m going to punish you, and then I’m going to make it all better.” I wrap my arm around her front and pinch her nipple slightly. The gasp that trembles from her is one of shock. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Did you give your cunt up to my son?”

“N-No.”

“You really are a good girl,” I mutter. Releasing her, I step away and admire her tight ass. It jiggles each time she shivers in anticipation. Her lacy panties make my dick really fucking hard.

“Push your panties down your thighs to your knees and spread your legs slightly.”

“Mr. Pearson,” she whispers.

“Eric.” A beat. “Say my name.”

“Eric.”

“Do as I say, angel. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

She removes her hands from the wall and spreads her legs, then pushes her panties down. The first thing I notice is they’re wet. She’s soaked. Deep down, she’s a naughty girl.

“You’ve ruined your panties,” I snap, scaring her and making her yelp. I palm her bare ass. “I love it.”

Her tense body relaxes, and she tentatively places her palms back on the door.

“This is going to hurt, angel. Your ass is going to bleed before I’m done with you.” I run the belt over her skin again. “Does your daddy whip you?”

“No,” she chokes out.

“Because he’s not your real daddy.” I let my words hang thick in the air. She doesn’t argue. Good fucking girl.

“Ready?” I ask.

She nods.

“How many times should I whip you?”

“Umm…” she trails off. “Ten?”

I chuckle. My sweet little masochist. “Oh, angel, you can’t handle ten whippings. You’d pass out. How about half that? Five sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Uh, Eric.”

“No.”

“Sir?”

“Daddy,” I snap. It makes me smile knowing her stupid-ass father would blow a fucking gasket if he was aware of what I was doing to his precious baby girl.

“What?”

“Fucking say it if you want me to spank your pretty ass.”

“But…”

“No buts, angel. Either you want it, or you don’t want—”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I smirk. One of these days, I’ll get her on film worshipping my cock. You never know when you might need ammo against your sworn enemy. I’m sure her real daddy would love to get a video of his bad little girl calling another man by his name.

Without warning, I rear my arm back and strike with my belt, hitting her every bit as hard as I would my sons. Her scream is a silent one. Horrified. Filled with terror. Shocked.

I get in another whip before she gets ahold of her senses and tries to run from me. She ducks around me, darting for the bed, her panties falling to her ankles. They become entangled, but before she falls, I pounce on her and push her to the bed.

Whap! Whap!

She wails and thrashes, but I’m not done. I fist her hair and force her head down as I deliver the last blow. As soon as I’m done, I toss the belt away and sit beside her. She’s sobbing so hard, I worry she’ll vomit—and I don’t do fucking vomit. Yanking her to me, I pull her into my lap, crushing her to my chest. At first, she’s stiff, but then she clings to the front of my dress shirt as she cries. I stroke her hair gently. My cock is painfully hard. I’d love nothing more than to stick my cock in her virgin hole, but if I want her eating out of my palm, this is what she needs first.

I hold her for a long while until her crying subsides. Her soft breathing indicates she cried herself to sleep. So damn cute. I kiss the top of her head before sliding my palm to her ass. She winces and lets out a pained moan. When I inspect my fingertips, I don’t see blood. One day soon, she’ll fuck up bad enough that I’ll have to draw blood. Until then, a red and bruised ass will have to do.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?

She nods, but won’t look at me. I want to see her sad eyes.

“Words. Use them. I want to see your pretty eyes too.”

Her body shifts until she’s looking up at me. I cup her cheek. When I run my thumb along her jaw, her eyes flutter closed. So damn impressionable. This girl will do anything for me. One day. I just need to train her properly. Thanks to Levi and his sexual quirks, I’ve learned a few things over the past year or so.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to hurt you.”

She blinks at me, terror in her eyes. “What?”

“With my cock,” I say in a teasing tone.

Her smile is sexy. “I want that.”

“You and Brock are over,” I remind her, my nostrils flaring.

“Okay.”

“I want you to sit on my lap and spread your legs with your back against my chest,” I instruct. My cock strains against my boxers. Not today, big boy.

Obeying like a good girl, she twists until she’s sitting with her feet resting on the bed on either side of my outer thighs. I wish I could see her cunt, open and inviting, but I can be patient. I’ve waited this long for her…what’s another day?

Sliding my hand around her, I caress her tight stomach, then slip it south toward her pussy. She lets out a sharp gasp when my fingertip slides down her slit, rubbing over her clit along the way.

“You like that?” I murmur against her hair.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Yes, what?”

She’s quiet for a moment, then whispers, “Daddy.”

I pull my hand from her cunt and point to her bedroom. “What would your real daddy do if he saw this?”

“He’d kill you,” she says without hesitation.

I laugh. He could fucking try. “Okay, angel. It’s a good thing he’s not home, huh?”

She nods, and I bring my hand back to her bare pussy. I’m not sure if she shaves or waxes, but it’s smooth and silkier than any cunt I’ve been in contact with in the past ten years. I’ve never been into younger women. Just Rowan. She’s different. I want to possess every part of her.

As I massage her slowly, I tease her with questions. “Are you on the pill, Rowan?”

“No.”

“I’m going to come all inside your cunt tomorrow. So many times. It’s going to run down your legs and make a big fucking mess.”

She tenses.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.”

My finger slides into her soaked opening. She softly whimpers my name as I gently fingerfuck her.

“You want me to knock you up and piss your daddy off?”

“No,” she says, mild irritation in her tone.

I push another finger into her, not as gently, enjoying the way she squirms. “Wrong answer. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Eric,” she pleads, her pussy clenching hard around my two fingers. This cunt is going to squeeze the fuck out of my cock.

“Words,” I snap.

“Okay, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Daddy,” she murmurs, shame in her voice.

“You just turned eighteen and you want your forty-five-year-old neighbor to put a baby inside your teenage body? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Goddammit, angel, answer the fucking question,” I seethe. I rub my thumb on her clit to help her say the words that need to be said.

“Yes, I want that. I want you to be careless and fuck a baby into me.”

I grin against her hair. “You’re dirty.”

She moans as I increase the pressure on her clit. I want to put another finger inside her juicy cunt, but she might not be able to take it. As she nears her orgasm, based on her breathing and shaking, I decide to do it anyway. It’ll be one less thing to have to deal with later. I push the third finger in past the other two, ignoring her squirms and screams. I fuck her hard with my hand as though it’s my cock, reveling in the way I destroy her innocence. She cries at the pain, but then my thumb expertly strokes her clit. The sweet girl is helpless against my attack.

“Give in, angel,” I whisper softly.

She jolts and her back arches as the orgasm strikes. It’s beautiful to watch and hear as she shudders like I’m performing an exorcism on her. Eventually, she comes down from her high. I slide my fingers back out and smear her essence all over her stomach.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to see what you taste like.” I give her pussy a playful swat. “Time to go home. Your punishment is over, and I want you rested for tomorrow. Don’t worry, I was only teasing you earlier. You’ll get on the pill and we’ll be careful. The last thing I need is any more goddamn kids.” Grabbing her narrow waist, I hoist her up and plop her down beside me. I rise from the bed and locate her panties. When I turn to look at her, she has her bottom lip captured between her teeth and her rosy cheeks are still tearstained.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her with a smile.

The girl melts at my praise. It makes my dick hard at how easy she is to mold to my liking. I drop to one knee and use her panties to clean up the mess on her stomach.

“Spread your legs and let me see the damage,” I utter lowly.

Shyly, she spreads her thighs, and I admire her wet, red pussy. Her lips are swollen with a smear of sticky blood mixed with her arousal. I dab at it with her panties, soiling the lacy fabric.

“All clean,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m going to keep these.”

She nods as I stand and tuck the panties into my pocket. I walk over to her dress and pick it up from the floor. After I shake it to get the wrinkles out, I make my way back over to her.

“Up,” I order.

She shakily stands. As though she’s a little girl, I help her step into her dress, then pull it up over her creamy curves.

“Lift your hair.”

Her arms raise as she collects her silky tresses. I tie the knot behind her neck, then motion for her to release her hair. It falls down and she eyes me with uncertainty.

Capturing her jaw in my firm grip, I tilt her head up so I can stare into her pretty eyes. “Happy birthday, Rowan.”

Her lips tug into a smile I want to suck right off her face. Leaning forward, I brush my lips across hers and kiss her softly on the mouth. A sweet, needy moan escapes her, and she parts her lips, inviting me for more. Because she’s been such a good, compliant girl, I give her a reward. I kiss her deeply. A kiss that’s meant to stake a claim. She’s mine—she’ll soon learn that. Her tongue is eager against mine, and she kisses me back as though she accepts my possessive unspoken proclamation. I suck on her tongue, then nibble at her bottom lip before pulling away.

“Come to my office. I have your present in there.”

Her brows scrunch together. “My present?”

“It’s your birthday. Of course I got you a present.”

Crimson red paints her high cheekbones. “Oh.”

With a smile, I stroke my fingers through her soft hair. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into my kind gesture.

“Rowan?”

“Yes?”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

I wink at her before grabbing her wrist. “Don’t ever forget it.”