Ned was silent on the other end of the line. “You’re my daughter. You’ll do what I’d expect you to.”
“What?”
“Anything happens to Tiny, you’ll get Miles and Tabitha and all your passports, and then you’re on the first flight here. I don’t give a shit what anyone says. You’re my daughter, and you’ll come f**king home.” She heard some muttering in the background. “Do you hear me, Eva? You will come home and I’ll protect you along with my boys. You’ve got nothing to worry about in that respect.”
“I can’t stand for anything to happen to him or any of the club.”
“We’ve all got to deal with losing someone. Don’t let it scare you, Eva. You’re better than this. You’re a club woman, an old lady to Tiny. Deal with the shit when it comes, but until then, embrace the time you’ve got him. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt more than anything you’ve ever known, but afterward, you’ll slowly start to mend the pieces of your broken heart.”
“It’s going to go bad, isn’t it?” she asked, hearing the fear in his voice.
“I’m preparing you for the worst in the hope it doesn’t happen. All I’ve ever done is try to prepare you.”
“Daddy, I’m not ready for this.”
“You will be. No one is ready for it until it actually happens.”
Noise near the door made her look up. Tiny was staring down at her with concern in his eyes.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Talk with Tiny or I will.” Those were Ned’s final words before she hung up the phone.
Wiping the last of her tears aside, she smiled at him. “I didn’t hear you approaching.”
“Your dad going to come and kick my ass?” Tiny helped her to her feet.
“No, of course not.”
He had the pantry door closed with her pressed up against it. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” Her chest was to the door. Tiny wrapped her hair around his fist, moving the strands out of his way.
“I can’t help it.”
“Then try. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she heard him say as he inhaled her scent. His tongue licked a path from the pulse in her neck to her earlobe. “You’re my everything, Eva.” He bit down, making her moan.
“Please,” she said, begging.
With his free hand, he glided his fingers up underneath her shirt.
“I need to be inside you. Fucking you is never enough. I’ve got to have you again.” He tore open her shirt. Someone pushed on the handle of the pantry door about to open it. Tiny slammed his palm against on the wood. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”
“Oops, sorry, man. I’m hungry,” Pussy said, shouting through the door.
“Fuck off.”
Tiny palmed her breast even as Pussy’s mumbling complaints could be heard through the door.
“Tiny?”
“No, I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. I’m going to f**k you to make us both feel better, and then I’m taking you shopping. Shut the f**k up complaining. You want this as much as I do.” He nibbled on her neck, cutting off any complaint she might have had.
With one tug on her bra, he tore the fabric, leaving her tits hanging free.
“Fuck, I love your body, Eva. Never change, baby. I never want you to change.” He tugged on her ni**les, pinching and stroking the hard peaks. She didn’t have any other choice than to take his wicked torment.
Eva couldn’t complain about anything he’d done to her. Each erotic touch set off a burning deep inside her. She needed his hands and mouth on her body.
“Please,” she said, whimpering.
“I will when I’m good and ready.” He moved onto the next breast, fingering her ni**les. She cried out as the sharp pain went straight to her clit. “That’s it, baby. Shout my name. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No, anything but that.”
“Then you better tell me what you want otherwise I’m leaving you like this.”
“I need you to f**k me.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Tiny, shove your c**k inside me.”
“Who’s your master?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You are. You’re my master.”
“Good. You better never forget who you belong to.” He spun her around, grabbed both of her hands and locked them above her head. With his gaze still on hers, he leaned down and claimed one of her ni**les. The warm suction of his mouth made her cry out. The sensation was too much yet not enough. She needed more.
“Please.” Eva wasn’t afraid to beg. She knew deep down, Tiny loved hearing her beg him.
“You can beg all you want. You’re not getting anything until I’ve had my fun.” He mumbled the words against her breast, tonguing her nipple.
Crying out, she placed her head against the door, careful not to hurt herself. When Tiny got started with his lips on her body, she was always afraid of hurting herself. She could never think clearly or make sense of the world around her.
He tongued her nipple, licking and sucking the hard bud into his mouth before he moved onto the next one. Over and over he divided his time between each nipple, making sure he took his pleasure and gave her some as well. Her body was his own personal toy for him to play with. She loved every second of his touch.
“Keep your hands there.” He applied pressure to her wrists above her head.
When he released her hands, she kept them above her head, refusing to move them. He tugged at the button on her jeans before slowly sliding them down her thighs.
“Step out of them.”
There was no point in arguing with him. Stepping out of the jeans, she kicked them aside, waiting to see what he’d do next.
Kneeling in front of her, he slid his hands up the outside of her thighs. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip to try to lock in her moan. It didn’t work. He tore the panties she wore right off her body then stood back up in front of her, his fingers working between her slit.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. I didn’t know you wanted me this badly,” he said, muttering the words against her ear.
Two fingers slid inside her cunt as he pressed his thumb to her clit.
As she cried out, there was no stopping the noise coming from her mouth. Anyone could hear what was happening, and in that moment she didn’t care. All she wanted was to have an orgasm and for him to take away the ache he’d created inside her. Tiny always built the ache inside her from his touch.