Page 43 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Daddy’s Naughty Little HuCow

Stella Moore

Chapter One

After nearly fifteen years of running a kinky rehabilitation ranch, Lucas Callaway would have told anyone who asked that nothing could surprise him anymore.

That was until he got a call from his best friend, Gerald Rhodes.

Picking up his phone, he grinned at the picture of them that made up his computer screen’s background. It had been taken right after college, two smiling idiots backpacking their way across Europe with not enough money and way too much confidence, as he hit the button to answer the call. “Hey, Jerry.”

“Luke. I need help.”

In all the time they’d known each other, he’d never heard Jerry sound so distraught. Bordering on desperate. Turning away from his laptop, he gave his oldest friend his complete attention. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Dorothy. She’s out of control, Luke. We just got a call to come pick her up at the police station because she got arrested for shoplifting. This is the third time in less than two months. I don’t know what to do with her.”

“That doesn’t sound like our girl.” The Dorothy he remembered was a sweet freckle-faced child with a smile that could have anybody wrapped around her little finger in a heartbeat. Granted, she hadn’t been a child in a very long time, but that was still how he saw her in his mind, no matter how much time had passed.

“It’s not like her at all. But she started hanging out with these new friends and it’s like she’s a completely different person, Luke. She even dropped out of college.”

Dropped out? The star student who’d been top of her class in high school and practically had her pick of colleges had dropped out? Something was definitely wrong. “Jesus, man. I’m sorry. What can I do?”

“I don’t know.” Jerry let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t even know why I called you.”

Leaning back in his chair, Luke drummed his fingers against the armrest. There wasn’t really anything hecoulddo, especially since he now lived halfway across the country from his friends. Maybe he could fly out for a few days, try talking to Dorothy. They hadn’t seen each other in years, but they’d always had a good relationship, even if it had fallen by the wayside as she’d grown older. And he’d heard kids sometimes listened better when it wasn’t their parents delivering the lecture.

It was worth a shot, at least.

Then his gaze landed on one of the photos he kept on his desk. A woman, draped in all the pomp and circumstance a Master’s degree in mathematics warranted, grinning so widely for the camera you could feel the joy pumping off the photo. She’d been one of his more difficult cases, which was why he kept that particular picture in such a place of prominence. To remind him that everybody deserved a chance to turn their lives around if they wanted it.

It was probably a horrible idea. And there was absolutely no way his friends were going to be on board with his particular brand of ‘rehabilitation’. But the longer he stared at the photo, the more certain he became that he could give his goddaughter exactly what she needed to turn her life around.

“Send her here.” The words slipped out before he’d even had a chance to think them through.

“What?” Shock turned Jerry’s voice to a high-pitched squeak. “Send mydaughterto your—your kinkfest?”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh at the description of his program. “I suppose that’s one way to describe it. But you know I have an excellent success rate. She might do well here.”

“I can’t do that. She’d never forgive me.”

“Would you rather have a daughter who hates you from the comfort of my ranch, or a daughter who loves you from prison?”

The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. “There have to be other options. Other programs.” If Jerry had sounded desperate earlier, he was bordering on frantic now.

“There are. But if she’s here, at least you’ll know she has someone who loves her looking out for her.” He didn’t even know why he was pushing so hard. He had plenty of contacts, plenty of friends with more traditional methods of rehabilitation he could call on.

But nothing felt as right as bringing Dorothy here, where he could handle her treatment.

And her discipline.

“I don’t know…”

Jerry’s hesitant answer pulled Luke out of his unexpectedly lurid fantasies and back to the present. “Look, why don’t you talk things out with Sheila, see what she thinks about it, and call me back. We can even do a video chat with the three of us and discuss it, if you’d like.”

“Yeah.” Relief replaced the worry in Jerry’s tone. Whether it was relief that Luke had given them a viable option for their wayward daughter or relief that he wasn’t being expected to make the decision himself, Luke wasn’t sure. Likely some combination of both. “Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks, Luke.”

“Anytime, Jer. Give Sheila my best.”

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