Daddy’s Insatiable Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER FOUR

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCUS

I could hardly sleep that night. Every bone in my body wanted to rush back into Lola’s room, scoop her into my arms, and make love to her ferociously, without pause.

I lay in bed, moonlight filtering through my window, and as I was about to nod off to bed I heard something. At first, it sounded like a small mewing sound, and I wondered if there might have been an animal caught lurking around the side of the house.

Then I heard it again, this time lower, with a softer tone to it. I realized with a start that it was none other than Lola.

God, she was bad. Touching herself without my permission. Sure, I hadn’t claimed her yet, asked her to be my Little. But she knew I wanted her, and it was only a matter of time before we’d fall in love, and get to be together as we should.

Part of me wanted, desperately, to enter her room and take her then and there. The other part of me thought, why not let her have her moment? She was enjoying herself.

And two could play at that game.

I strode back towards my bed, stripping down to my boxers. Leaning back, I let myself settle into the comforter, hand beneath my waistline. I began stroking my cock, though it was already hard, throbbing.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out, touching myself to thoughts of Lola, to the sound of Lola touching herself.

A few minutes later I heard her orgasm. She tried to be quiet, and I had the feeling she’d clamped a hand over her mouth so her moan wasn’t too loud. I came just after her, unable to contain myself, spasms of lightning bursting through my thighs and the head of my cock.

“Oh, god,” I mumbled.

If only that had been inside of her, my untamed passion.

It was getting late. I needed to get at least some sleep before the next day, where I’d be back to work, swabbing the scene of the crime for evidence.

In actuality, I wouldn’t be helping with forensics. But I wanted to get a lead on the case, make sure that I was properly protecting Lola. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt hanging around the jewelry shop, it would give the others an incentive to get their work done.

I’d heard rumors that a few of my coworkers were afraid of me, claiming I was too intense, and that they wouldn’t want to cross my path. So be it. I was strong and I didn’t pull my punches.

I would do anything to protect Lola.

*

The next morning when I woke up Lola was already gone. Assuming she had gone off to work, I thought nothing of it.

Until my phone started ringing and I realized I was getting a call from the precinct.

“Yeah?” I said.

They knew it was my day off and would only call if it was something important.

“Hey Sheriff, we didn’t want to bother you but we need to get you down to the scene of the crime. There’s a suspect here, she says she knows you.”

I groaned.

Of course Lola had gone down to the jewelry store, to do what I had no idea. Returning to the scene of the crime, even if she wasn’t responsible, was dangerous. She should have known better.

If she were already my Little, I would be giving her the punishment of a lifetime. At least I would be planning on doing so.

I vowed I would deal with her when she got back to my apartment, but first I needed to go and pick her up.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“In the back room. One of the younger guys put her in cuffs, thinking she was a threat. She didn’t take it too well.”

“Oh Jesus,” I said.

I wondered if they could hear the breath hitching in my throat at the thought of Lola in handcuffs.

She was so attractive and curvy, my mind instantly filled with images of her arms pinned behind her back, her face pink with frustration.

I wanted desperately to kiss her neck, bite her collarbone, take her in my arms and fuck her until she screamed out my name in pleasure.

“Give me five,” I said, hanging up the phone.

I would have to speed into town with my lights on, and I hoped that wouldn’t terrify her too much.

Hell, who was I kidding? She probably wasn’t terrified at all. I bet she was cracking jokes and swearing at the other officers.

She was quiet, but sassy, and I knew it must have been hard for her to keep her mouth shut.

Out on the road, my car whipped around the corners of buildings. I made it there in four minutes flat, quickly turning off the sirens and lights so no one would rush to the scene of the crime.

Once inside, I found Lola as predicted. She was giving off lip to one of the officers, who was only chuckling at her.

“You got a real pain on your hands,” he said, winking at me.

“Thank you Jamie, I’ll take it from here,” I said, slapping him on the back once, hard.

Lola wasn’t too much for me to handle.

“Well, well,” I said, crouching close to her. “What were you thinking?”

“I forgot my mother’s necklace in the break room,” she explained, hair stuck to her cheeks.

Had she been crying?

“Lola, you know you could have just told me that and I would have taken you down here to get it. Why didn’t you ask?”

She sighed.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I didn’t want you to think I needed too much from you. We just met and you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Nonsense,” I said. “It’s nowhere near enough.”

She looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and I felt the ice around my heart begin to melt further.

“Let me get those cuffs off you,” I said, voice gruff.

I almost admitted to her I had feelings for her. I needed to get a grip. I was at work now, and she was in need of rescuing. We could discuss what was going on between us later.

Once Lola was freed, she rubbed her wrists and looked up at me again.

“Thank you, Sheriff Marcus,” she said, voice quiet and thin.

“Of course, baby girl,” I said.

Her face turned red at the compliment but she seemed to like it.

“Let’s go,” I told her.

“Kay,” she said happily.