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  “Safeguarding and preserving your life is important, and I would normally encourage you to use whatever measures are necessary, fending off danger. However, after I explain this situation, you’ll see that I’m in your corner. There’s no need to fear. And thus, if you lay a hand on me or even think of kicking or spitting again, you’ll be standing for your dinner for a week. Clear?”

  Her cerulean blue eyes widened, glistening with her recent tears, and she nodded vigorously, her small hand creeping back to stroke her very raw-red buttocks.

  “I need to hear your response; nodding and shaking your head isn’t acceptable with me.”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He patted his thigh and watched her attention focus on the almost forgotten wet spot on his pants from her juices.

  Her face flushed, and she threw her hand up to cover her eyes, groaning loudly.

  “Hey, hey. Charlie... baby.” He pulled her hand down, and with their noses almost touching, he whispered, “It’s okay. Some women—fortunate women—respond to spankings in a very sexual manner, even though it hurts like the dickens. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Oh, God.” She attempted to cover her face again, but he held her hands firmly at her sides.

  “Shhhhh. Don’t worry about that. We have other matters to discuss.”

  Shifting uncomfortably, Charlie pulled her bottom lip between her small white teeth.

  Logan hadn’t anticipated feeling so protective of his new client. Defending the defenseless was common for him, but this went to the next level. Her tears tugged on his heartstrings. Why? He barely knew her. Shit, he’d just met her, and already he could envision himself with her as his baby girl. A girl to call his very own.

  Fuck! This is insane, Logan. Shut the fuck up and become professional again!

  “Charlie—”

  “Charlotte.” Her lips thinned, and she narrowed her gaze.

  She fires up like a dragon.

  Nodding slowly, he gave in... for now. “Charlotte Anne, I know you’re afraid and angry, but once I explain everything, you’ll feel better about me. I work for the FBI. I’m not an FBI agent, but I contract with them. Some people were going to kidnap you for a collection for a debt. I intervened and had my men bring you here for your safety.”

  She blinked like a frog in a hailstorm. “Wait. What? Kidnap me... what for?”

  “Your mother, Nancy Winslow, has acquired a debt with the mob, and due to a lack of funds, they were going to collect the money through a ransom. They planned on kidnapping you. They wouldn’t stop at just kidnapping, I fear, and I didn’t want you tangled up in or messing with our investigation of the organized crime syndicate, so it was safer to keep you here at the garage under my cover and protection.”

  “So I wouldn’t mess up your investigation?” She bolted upright, her chest heaving with her anger.

  Logan had to hide the smile threatening to break out upon his face. She looked absolutely adorable, naked from the waist down, doing her best to look strong and threatening, when in all reality she was as dangerous as a six-week-old kitten.

  All claws and teeth with no bite.

  “How the hell would I mess up your investigation?”

  “Charlie, it’s a difficult matter. These people are dangerous, and we intervened for your well-being. And let’s not forget, you’re a journalist and reporter. We don’t want any of this reaching the news and blowing our cover.”

  Stalking away, she stomped her bare feet onto the floor, her ass jiggling pleasantly, the skin still an intense shade of pink. Stiffening, she stopped, cupping her sex with her hands, the realization of her lack of attire halting any arguments she wished to take up with him. Pivoting, she traipsed toward him, bending to retrieve her panties.

  Too late.

  Snatching them up and tossing them to the floor just out of her reach, Logan snickered. “Oh, no, bad girl, these are mine now. Only good girls wear panties, and you’ve proven that it is an impossibility tonight.”

  “You fucking bastard! Those are mine, give them back!” The feral kitty with her claws extended lunged at him, actually trying to scratch his arms.

  Quickly pinning her hands to her sides, Logan shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Remember the rules. That’s a spanking offense. Tread lightly, little girl.”

  She growled deep within her chest, and with her arms restrained, she leaned forward to smash her head against his. If he hadn’t dodged to the right, he’d be seeing stars right now.

  “I’m warning you, girl; I’m losing patience. Listen to me!” He shook her lightly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to rattle her teeth a bit. “Hear me out!”

  She eased back, not in attack mode, but her dark eyes penetrated him.

  “Your mother is with the FBI; we have her in a safe house as well. She hasn’t had money for years and has accumulated a substantial amount of debt to the mob, and they always get their money. This is an opportunity for us to arrest them, breaking up the organization, and keep you both safe until it passes over.”

  “But...” Confusion clouded her eyes, and the what the fuck crease between her eyes furrowed deeply. “My family has had money for years. Generations. My father has money; he started his own business.”

  “I don’t know all the intimate details about your parents, girl. But they have led separate lives for a long time. I think you know that as well. And your family’s money was dwindling when your mother met your father. Sweetie, it’s been a crumbling deck of cards for most of your life. This is how it’s culminated and how it will end. At least me, my men, and the FBI will keep you all alive.”

  The tension had left her body, replaced with bewilderment and despair. Logan released her hands, giving her space to come to terms with the secrecy that had become her life.

  She leaned her backside against the edge of his desk, regarding him cautiously. Her bare, freshly shaven pussy called to him, her musky scent heady. The lips were puffy, glistening with her dew, and he fought the urge to dip into the well of her sex, scooping her honey onto his fingers.

  What kind of asshole are you? She’s devastated, and you can only think about fucking her.

  The reality of how insensitive and depraved he was behaving bothered him, but... he wasn’t surprised by it either.

  Not wanting her to be lost in her musings for too long, Logan interrupted her thoughts. “You’ll stay here at this garage with me; I have an apartment above this shop. I have a few rules, but this is the safest place you can be right now. If everything goes as planned, it’ll be over in a handful of weeks.”

  She screeched, “Weeks! You must be crazy. I can’t be here for that long. And I most certainly am not staying in a filthy garage apartment with you.”

  Grasping her hand—more to keep her close than to comfort her—he talked to her as one would a skittish horse.

  “I know that seems like a very long time, especially when you’re confused and scared, but trust me. It’s not going to be that bad.” He chuckled a bit, giving her one of his winning winks. “I’m not that bad of a guy. You’ll see.”

  Her adorable button nose crinkled; the freckles on the bridge made her even cuter in his estimation. “But you spanked me. You are a bad guy.”

  Running his hand across his mouth to hide his smile, he spoke in a measured tone. “You spit on me, and yes, I spanked your little tail. And I’ll do it again if you try to hurt me. It’s who I am. But you’ll see I’m a gentleman, you’ll be protected with me.”

  She slowly shook her head, her sparkling baby blues darting just before she turned to run and then stopped abruptly, stomping her foot on the floor. “I need my skirt and panties.”

  “No. You need to conclude that you’re staying with me, and then put on your uniform.” Logan reached into the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out the smallest blue coveralls he could find in the shop. He’d purchase an extra small one for her tonight online, but until then, this would have to do. He shook them out, approa
ching her with the long blue uniform.

  As she flung her head back, her long silky tresses dangled behind her and caught the lights above her, shimmering along the strands. She laughed a full rolling belly laugh before making eye contact with him. Mischief twinkled in those deep blue pools. “You must be fucking nuts. Only dirty people wear those—people who have greasy hands and dirty fingernails.”

  He purposefully let his boots clomp on the floor, slowly stalking her, as a lion with his prey. “I’m wearing one.”

  “Exactly! Look at your hands. And you... stink. You’re a dirty man. People like me don’t associate with anything around here.” She spread her arms wide, encompassing the perimeter of the room. “Look around, asshole. Something here doesn’t belong with the others. Can you guess, or do I need to spell it out for you?”

  “How about I give you my answer in an extraordinary way.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he bent her over, bracing her on his hip and smacked his hand up and down her still hot backside, the cheeks wobbling nicely with the swats.

  “I know. You think. You. Don’t fit here, but you will. Now. Put. This uniform. On.” The last three smacks were focused on her sit spots, and her feet danced on the floor, doing her best to shake out the sting. It wouldn’t work, of course, but she could try.

  Her wails and cries indicated she’d had enough, and he quickly released her, watching her do the age-old spanking dance, her knees bending as she marched in place.

  “Here is your uniform. Put it on.” He dangled the deep blue cotton coveralls from his forefinger.

  “I don’t—”

  “I’m not asking. Sometimes I will. But in this case, I’m not asking. I’m demanding.”

  Charlie stomped her foot on the floor. He’d have to take care of this at a later date. She gingerly reached out, grasping the coarse blue denim material between her thumb and forefinger as if it was covered with shit. She twisted and turned the garment, her mouth curled in disgust and then, unexpectedly, she threw it at him.

  “I’m not wearing it!”

  Logan lifted his arms, deflecting it.

  Closing his eyes, he said a quick prayer for patience, because he wanted to throttle the shit out of her, but he’d dig deep into his reserves and remember that she was young... and afraid.

  But damn, she needs to be taken down a peg... or ten.

  He took a deep cleansing breath before opening his eyes, focusing on the firm set of her jaw, her blue eyes darkening with her anger and determination.

  “Girl, we’re going to tussle.” He turned to look at where her panties and skirt had been thrown into a heap. “Put your clothes on.”

  The corner of her mouth curved up into a smug smile. Victory. She walked over to her clothes, and he shifted his position so he could watch her spanked backside shimmy into her clothes, his cock stirring and lengthening.

  Her dusky bottom hole peeped from between her buttocks, and he restrained himself from pressing the pad of his thumb against the tight crinkle.

  Once she had her clothes on, obviously believing she’d been permitted to leave, she walked toward the garage’s main door.

  “Uh-uh, Charlie. Get back here; we still have unfinished business.”

  “What?”

  Advancing on her, Logan grasped her upper arm, dragging her back to his desk, picking up the discarded coveralls. “Undress and put this on.”

  “No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll never wear that vile thing.”

  “Yes, you will. Undress, or we’ll take this up a notch.”

  Obviously, she thought she had the upper hand. She’d quickly learn differently. He unzipped his coveralls, taking them off and then reached for his large belt buckle, unhooking it from the strap. He carefully placed the heavy oval metal onto the desk. He grasped the strap around his waist, whisking it out of his belt loops, folding it over and slapping the leather against his leg. Logan quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

  “Care to obey now, Charlie?”

  She hadn’t taken her eyes off the belt; with a furtive glance at his face, she quickly yanked her top off, followed by her skirt. Stubbornly she stood in her pink cheeky panties and matching bra.

  “Off.”

  Logan snapped the belt against his leg once more for emphasis, the sting more than even he was prepared for, and he took note the level of force required so he could strap her sassy backside appropriately.

  Gasping out loud, she hooked her thumbs into the pink elastic and shoved her underwear down her slender, shapely legs, and then undid her bra.

  And that’s when everything fell off the rails.

  She took the skimpy silk bra and with a huff, threw it on the floor, literally at his feet. The pink material draped over his dirty black boots. The contrast was striking.

  Reaching down, he snagged his finger under the thin shoulder strap, the delicate fabric dangling, and he barked, “Now, we’ll do this process all over again as you’ve asked for with your defiance. Dress and undress. No attitude this time.”

  She appeared paralyzed by his words. Her mouth literally gawped open.

  “Now!” His voice rose an octave.

  With shaky hands, she donned her bra and slipped into her panties again, tugging her skirt over her hips and slipping into her silky pink top. Charlie stared at him with her lips pursed. The brat still had an attitude, but at least kept her mouth shut and wasn’t flinging things at him.

  He placed the wide strap on his desk, keeping it close and then crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his hip against the desk, and nodded toward Charlotte.

  With a huff, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing the inside-out garment to the floor. Her plump breasts were overflowing from her demi-bra and his mouth watered, imagining his hands extracting them from the tight material.

  She tugged her skirt back over her hips, and then took her bra off. Bending forward, she pushed her panties off, her weighted globes dangling and wobbling with the motion; her tightly furled nipples had his cock jerking, seeping with his semen.

  Fuck!

  And once again, she flung her panties angrily, her growl low and deep within her chest.

  Logan sighed, reaching for her panties. The gusset was damp with her juices, and he couldn’t resist—wouldn’t resist—smelling them. He closed his eyes, the scent making him drip even more.

  This baby girl found the humiliation as exciting as he did. He’d tuck that into the back of his mind and come up with other scenes of degradation for his naughty minx.

  “Oh, God.” Her voice trembled.

  Opening his eyes, he stared into her blue ones and gently handed her damp panties back to her with the order, “Dress and undress again.”

  Stomping her foot, she screeched, her hands fisted at her sides.

  All it took was a threatening step in her direction with his eyebrow raised toward her for the sassy girl to step hurriedly back into her panties, and then she corralled her breasts into the silky holder before pulling her shirt over her head to cover her nakedness once again. With an eye roll and huff, she began the process of taking them off again. Except this time, she didn’t fling anything.

  “Good girl. Stay bent over.”

  She looked up at him through the falls of her hair. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

  “Just like that,” he murmured, walking slowly around her, tweaking and pinching her nipples and backside, and finally, he delved his forefinger into the well of her sex, the moist sounds and scent wafting up to him and extracting his finger from her pussy, the glistening dew dripping like honey down the digit. Logan stood in front of her sucking loudly on his finger. “Oh, Charlie. You’re sweet as honey.”

  She attempted to rise, but he pressed her head back down with his hand on the crown of her skull. “Nuh-uh. I didn’t give you permission to move yet.”

  “Permission?”

  “That’s right, brat. You’re under my supervision and protection. You will learn to do things my way. The
easy way or the hard way. I’m betting you’ve heard that phrase a few hundred times in your life; you appear to be the type who does things the more difficult way.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Reaching around her, he smacked her left hip—hard. And, anticipating her reaction, he pressed his hand into the small of her back, keeping her open and vulnerable to his view... and actions.

  “Wrong response. Again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Try again. Yes, Daddy.”

  Tilting her head a bit, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “But...” She dropped her gaze back to the floor, and with a shivery breath, she said, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “If you truly hate calling me Daddy, we don’t have to do it. But you did unconsciously cry Daddy during your spanking, and you seem to be enjoying the little dance we have going on here. Although you’re a bit sassier than I’d like.” He paused for effect, shrugging. “But that can be cured.”

  “I’ll... try.”

  Picking her panties back up, Logan noticed the gusset of the undergarment was even wetter now with all the dressing and undressing, the flimsy material slipping between her slit. “See what I mean, Charlie. You like this... your pussy has drenched your panties. Think I’ll keep these for my enjoyment.” Logan shoved them into his pocket. “Now, if you had been a good girl, you’d be allowed to wear your uniform and relax a bit with some food and drink. But instead, I think I’ll be keeping you naked... pleasing me.”

  Chapter Four

  Pleasing him?

  Pleasing him how? Where? And dear God, with what?

  It was bad enough she’d been spanked and humiliated, and her fucking pussy dripped like a leaky faucet, the trickle running down her thighs, but now she’d be forced to please him as well?

  Goddamn my traitorous body.

  Her back revolted at the bent-over position, and her backside still stung from his blasted spanking. Charlotte had to admit that spitting at him probably wasn’t the brightest thing she’d ever done, and, in hindsight, she could have used her words instead of her spit... or later even her nails to convey her anger.