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  Chance's Bad, Bad Girl

  Copyright © 2012 by Roxie Rivera

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  I trembled with anxiety and fear and excitement. Any second, he'd come bursting through that door again and it would be on. There was no way he'd be able to let me slide on this one. No, I'd made sure of that when I "borrowed" his baby and crashed that bitch into a cart carousel at the supermarket. That would teach him to go out with that skank Tanya Graham from City Hall.

  More importantly, I hoped it would finally provoke the response I'd been craving for so long. Chance could deny it all he wanted but I knew. I'd seen his porn stash and thumbed through those dirty books he kept hidden in his closet. He was just like me. Well not just like me, I supposed. I'd always fantasized about being on the receiving end of all those spankings and floggings and other BDSM-inspired naughtiness. Chance, it seemed, liked to be on the top end of things. He liked to be the one doling out the ass whooping.

  And, god, how I desperately wanted one from him. Every night, I rubbed my clit while thinking of his big, strong hand smacking my ass. I dreamed of him making me beg for mercy, of his rough paw leaving my ass red and sore, of his fat cock fucking me into the mattress.

  But he just wouldn't give me the time of day. No matter how much I flirted or hinted that I was game for his brand of loving, Chance ignored me. I'd gone so far as to "accidentally" leave out my vibrator and a book of erotica on laundry day. He hadn't said a damn word about it. I had seen in that strained expression on his face that he was really fighting it though. He wanted me just as much as I craved him.

  If we hadn't been connected by my crazy ass mother, we'd have been together long before this. The second I'd turned eighteen, Chance would have been banging me up against the nearest wall. Instead, he'd behaved like a gentleman and made sure never to cross that line with me. It wasn't like he was my real dad or anything. He hadn't even legally been my stepfather for a year. Mom had married him in June and divorced him by Christmas. Hell, she hadn't even stayed around long enough to see the paperwork filed. She'd run off with that new man of hers and dumped me on Chance.

  He'd been a stand-up guy about it. I was about to finish my senior year of high school. I was thinking about college. He offered me a place to stay and didn't even charge me rent. He did, however, insist on a whole slew of super annoying rules. How long I could stay out. Who I could go out with. What I could wear. It was so ridiculous—and yet I secretly got off on it. I liked the way he tried to keep me in line. I suspect he liked the way I constantly pushed back too.

  The front door swung open and Chance stalked inside, his expression thunderous. The door slammed behind him and he spun toward the couch where I patiently waited. For a long moment, he just glared at me. I raked my hungry gaze over his sexy form. Tall, lean, those muscular forearms—he was all man and exactly what I needed. His flushed face told me I'd pushed him over the edge all right. Now I would get exactly what I deserved.

  Chance blew out a noisy breath and rubbed a hand over his shortly cropped hair. "I don't even know where to start with you, Maddie. Why the hell were you driving Lulu?"

  I tried not to roll my eyes. I hated the name he'd given that muscle car of his. "My car was out of gas. I needed a ride."

  That was mostly true. I had purposely run my car down to empty by driving around last night.

  "There's a gas can in the garage, Mad. You could have gotten to a gas station with that."

  I shrugged as if I didn't know and hadn't hidden the can to make my story more plausible. "Oh."

  "Why in the hell were you at the grocery store this late at night anyway?" He seemed flabbergasted as he took a step forward and waved his arms.

  "I wanted some ice cream." Another lie. God, I hoped he really beat my ass for this one.

  "Ice cream?" He repeated the words slowly. "You wanted ice cream? You banged the shit out of Lulu for ice cream?"

  "She's a standard. That clutch thingy got stuck and the next thing I knew I was ramming that stupid cart corral." Huge whopper, of course. I could drive a stick like a pro. Chance didn't know that, of course.

  Chance narrowed his green eyes. "You know what, Maddie? I think you're full of shit. I think you deliberately slammed that car into those carts because you're pissed off at me for going out with Tanya again."

  Bingo! I started to protest my innocence but then shrugged and told him exactly what I thought about his new girlfriend.

  "She's a total ho-bag, Chance. Really. She's slept with, like, all the coaches at school and half the police force." He didn't deny it and I wondered if that's why he insisted on seeing her these past two weeks. "Is that it, Chance? You wanted a sure thing?"

  "I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you, Madison." He pointed toward the staircase. "Just get up to your room and stay out of my sight for the rest of the night."

  My shoulders deflated with disappointment. All of that scheming for nothing! "So you're not going to punish me?"

  He looked taken aback. "Is that why you stole my car?"

  "Borrowed," I corrected.

  He frowned but let it go. "So is that it? Is this why you've been pushing me so much the last few weeks? You want me to punish you?"

  I lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Don't you want to punish me?"

  "No!"

  "Liar."

  His jaw tightened and relaxed. His shoulders dropped, as if in defeat. "You have no idea."

  "I think I do." Very slowly, I stood and carefully approached him as one might a stray dog. I didn't want to spook him and send him running. My heart jumped into my throat as I fought to be brave and tell him what I wanted. "I've seen your stash of movies and books. I know you've seen mine. I think we're both looking for the same thing…Daddy."

  His gaze jumped to mine. There was no mistaking the flash of lust in his green eyes. He'd reacted to that term of endearment all right. Belly wobbling, I decided to go for broke. "I've been a very bad girl, Daddy."

  "Yes, you have," Chance said finally.

  Sexual tension sizzled between us, the very air alight with the electric zing of lust. Suddenly, Chance grabbed me, spun me around and backed me up against the wall. His mouth crushed mine, his tongue stabbing between my lips. I widened my thighs as his knee shoved between them. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He ravished my mouth as I clawed at him and lifted up his dark blue tee. My greedy little hands were desperate to feel his hot skin. He groaned against my mouth as I scratched my nails down his abs.

  Forehead to forehead, we panted and shook. All those weeks of pent-up frustration left us reeling. Chance pulled back just enough to gaze into my eyes. "Are you sure you want this, Maddie? Once I start, I won't be able to stop. There's no going back."

  My tongue flicked out to touch his bottom lip just seconds before I playfully bit down, eliciting a low hiss from him. "Spank me, Daddy. Beat my ass and make me yours."

  Chance sucked in a deep and steadying breath. He let me slide down the wall and stepped away from me. He pointed to the couch. "Bend over that arm." He fixed me with a promising look. "Now."

  Mouth dry, I scurried to where he'd ordered me and draped myself over the leather like some kind of virgin sacrific
e. White hot currents raced through my belly and spread through my chest. Blood pounded against my ear drums as I prepared to experience my first real spanking. All those playful whacks I'd given myself with a hairbrush would have nothing on this, I was sure. Chance would show me what domination and submission really meant.

  "Lift your skirt, Maddie."

  My fingers shook as I lifted the flimsy fabric of my bright yellow sundress. A spaghetti strap slipped down my shoulder as I bent forward but I didn't bother to fix it. I could spill right out of my dress and I wouldn't blink an eye. With my ass in the air and Chance's hand stroking me through my thin cotton panties, I didn't think showing a little cleavage mattered anymore.

  I shivered as Chance petted my bottom. Anticipation ran high as my heart thudded incessantly and I waited for that first blow. When Chance grasped the waist of my panties and tugged them down, I nearly fainted with excitement. Suddenly, all those filthy daydreams and fantasies were coming true!

  "Look at this sweet little ass," he murmured. His fingertips grazed my skin. I clenched my thighs together as my clit throbbed almost painfully. "Can't wait to see you squirm as I make it nice and hot and pink."

  I wanted to scream at him to get on with it already. My body hummed with excitement and eagerness. My fingernails dug into the soft leather of the couch cushion as I tried to keep cool. I wanted this so badly, wanted Chance so badly. "Please," I whispered finally. "Please, Daddy."

  In the next instant, Chance's palm cracked my right ass cheek. I gasped and pressed forward against the couch's arm. Shock reverberated through me. White hot fire blazed across my skin. Chance didn't give me even a second to recover. His hand smacked my left cheek and then returned to the right.

  "No! Wait!" I tried to straighten up as my bravado failed but Chance would have none of it.

  He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down against the couch. "You broke the rules, Maddie. You trashed my car. You have to be punished."

  "No," I sobbed, my ass on fire and aching. "Please, Daddy! Please!"

  I tried to twist free but it was useless. Side to side, he whacked my bottom with his big hand. Sometimes, he gave me two or three good smacks on one side before switching to the other.

  "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried out in surprise and pain as Chance beat my ass. God, this really was nothing like my fantasies. This hurt. This hurt a lot.

  And I loved it.

  I wasn't quite sure what that said about me, but the more he spanked me, the more aroused I became. I protested out of fear and shock, but in reality, I wanted more. My nipples hardened and throbbed. My pussy ached. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. My toes curled and thighs flexed as I desperately sought stimulation. "Oh, Daddy. Oh! Oh!"

  Chance switched hands and continued his ruthless, incessant rhythm of smacks. My ass burned with a prickly heat. I became hypersensitive to even the cool air blowing across my skin from the ceiling fan above us. Endorphins flooded my bloodstream as the pain of my well-deserved spanking took its toll. Suddenly pain and pleasure meshed in the most delicious and heady mix of ecstasy and torment.

  As his hand slowed and the blows became softer, I mewled like a kitten and pressed back against him. I needed something from him. I just didn't know what exactly.

  But he did.

  Chance slipped his arm under my chest and lifted me from my bent position. He hauled me tight to his chest. I moaned with discomfort as the stiff denim of his jeans scratched my sore ass.

  "Poor baby," he whispered against my ear. He cupped the front of my neck and licked the shell of my ear. After sucking my earlobe between his lips, he asked, "Did we learn our lesson, Maddie?"

  "Yes." I sniffed loudly as I tried to regain my composure.

  "Yes, what?" He gently wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.

  "Yes, Daddy, I learned my lesson." I never could have imagined how saying such a thing would have affected me. It was so dirty and taboo to want this man, my stand-in father, to fuck me, but I couldn't help myself. Giving over to the fantasy of having him spank me had been amazing but I wanted so much more. I wanted it all.

  He seemed to understand that it couldn't simply end here, with a spanking. His hands roamed my body and followed my curves. He squeezed my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress and rubbed his thumbs over my stiff nipples. I was suddenly so glad for not wearing a bra. His rough hands slipped inside the front of my dress. It felt so good to have him massaging and pinching my sensitive breasts.

  As his hands abandoned my breasts and slid lower down my body, I trembled in anticipation. He bent forward a bit, molding his chest to my back as his hands slipped under my skirt and gripped my inner thighs. I moaned as his hands glided up toward my throbbing pussy. His fingers probed my slick folds and he groaned loudly.

  "Christ, Maddie!" He swore with astonishment. "You're so fucking wet. Just soaking my fingers."

  "For you," I whispered, turning my face so that my lips grazed his cheek. The stubble on his face rasped my lips. "Only for you, Daddy."

  He growled and captured my mouth in a punishing kiss that left me dizzy. His fingers separated the petals of my sex and circled my clit. My knees almost buckled at the blissful sensation. His fingertips swirled in my pussy cream, stimulating my clit with tight, fast circles that left me gasping and clutching at him.

  "Come for Daddy, baby. Come all over Daddy's fingers."

  I couldn’t deny him so small a request. My pussy clenched as pleasure exploded in my belly. I rocked against him as I cried out in ecstasy. He lightly bit down on the curve of my neck as my orgasm reached its peak, intensifying the absolute joy of the moment. Eyes closed, I drifted down from the high of my climax and sagged in his arms.

  Chance kissed my neck and stroked my arms before turning me around to face him. Panties sagging around my knees and face flushed, I stared up at him. He cupped my face and kissed me long and hard, his tongue tangling with mine for dominance. When he pulled away, he touched his forehead to mine. "I want to take you upstairs, baby girl, and fuck you until the sun rises."

  He sounded as if he felt guilty even contemplating the idea. I needed to assure him that it's what I wanted as well. Touching his cheek, I rose on tiptoes and nuzzled my nose to his. "I want that too."

  He pulled back a little so he could gaze down into my eyes. "Have you ever…?"

  My face burned with embarrassment at the realization that I was going to have to admit I was still a card-carrying member of the V-Club. I'd hoped to be able to fake my way through it, but after that spanking and the way he reduced me to nothing after a simple orgasm, I knew there was no way I'd come up to scratch. So I shook my head and lowered my gaze. "No."

  Chance tipped my chin so our gazes met again. "Don't be embarrassed, Maddie."

  I tried to put my fears into words. "I'm not going to be very good. I so want to make you happy."

  His face softened. "You do make me happy, Maddie. More than you could ever imagine."

  A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Yeah?"

  He grinned and stroked my cheek. "Yeah." Then, more serious, he added, "We don't have to go any further, Maddie. This has already been more than I'd ever dreamed we'd share."

  "I want more." I sounded so desperate as I clasped his shirt in my hands. "Please, Daddy." I brushed my lips across his in a seductive kiss. "Give me all of it, Daddy. Show me how to make Daddy happy."

  CHAPTER TWO

  I followed Chance upstairs, my hand held in his as he tugged me up behind him. My gaze settled on his tight ass so perfectly outlined in those well-worn jeans. Like most firemen, he kept in shape. I couldn't wait to have those big, strong arms of his wrapped around me or feel his bigger, heavier body pressing me down onto his bed.

  As we entered his bedroom, I hesitated in the doorway. The enormity of what was about to happen finally hit me. Part of me, the sane side who wanted to avoid the drama that would surely follow from this coupling, told me to run. My inner naughty girl d
emanded I stay put and see this thing through. I wanted to know what it was like. I wanted Chance, my daddy, to be the one to teach me.

  He'd already shown me that the fantasies inspired by those dirty books of mine and the porn I streamed online couldn't come close to touching the real thing. My ass still ached and pulsed from the spanking he'd given me. I reached back and touched my backside. The soft cloth of my skirt felt cool against my hot skin. My panties had been kicked aside before we headed upstairs. Under the dress, I was completely bare.

  I stood near the doorway and watched Chance quickly remove his clothing. He wasted no time peeling out of his t-shirt and jeans. His socks and boxer briefs joined his hastily discarded pile of clothing. I gulped at the sight of his big, fat cock. I mean, I'd been expecting him to be well-hung but not like this. Thick, long and hard, his cock intimidated me something fierce.

  He stroked the rigid length of his dick, his fist closing over the ruddy head and then sliding back down to his balls. He palmed his taut, heavy sac with his other hand. I stared at the mesmerizing sight before me. I wondered what it would be like to put my tongue on him. What would he taste like? I honestly didn't know.

  "Have you ever sucked a cock, Maddie?"

  I swallowed hard and shook my head. "No. Well. I mean, I tried once with this guy junior year. He was rough and tried to shove it down my throat. I bit down because I was scared and, well, you know."

  His lips twitched with amusement. "Yeah, I know." He flicked his fingers. "Come here, Maddie. Kneel at Daddy's feet."

  I hurried over to the spot he indicated and slowly lowered myself to the hardwood floor. I placed my hands on my thighs and waited impatiently for the lesson I was sure to receive.

  "Two rules, Maddie. No biting." He smiled down at me and caressed my cheek. "If you get scared, put your hands on my thighs and I'll stop. All right?"

  I nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

  "Good." He grasped the base of his cock and took a step closer to me. I noticed the drops of pre-cum glistening on the blunt tip. He painted the head of his dick across my mouth, smearing the fluid across my lips. "Lick your lips, Maddie. Get them nice and wet."