by Olivia Fox
Focus for fuck’s sake, Scarlett. This is important!
“Aiden, I—”
“Scarlet, I—”
Awkward. We laughed. Each time our giggles subsided, we would look at each other and they started up again.
Aiden said, “You first, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I’m glad you gave me some time to think over the last couple weeks about living with you.” I cleared my throat. “You were so patient. No one’s ever been that tolerant with me before.”
“Oh, Scarlett.” He kissed my hand. “You deserve that and so much more. I hope you can see that.”
“I’m trying. On the day you showed up at my barn for the first time, if you’d asked, I’d have said I’d be alone for life.”
Aiden stared into my eyes. There was moisture shimmering there. Oh God, please don’t let him cry. I needed to get the words out; I had practiced them so many times to make sure I wouldn’t choke up.
He leaned toward me. “Go on, little girl, I’m listening. I’m right here.” He stroked my bottom lip with his finger.
“I had time enough to realize what you mean to me. Like you say, I’m old enough to recognize what I like, and I know a relationship that works isn’t one where you bring me the perfect colored rose for the right occasion. It’s not about the size of the diamond you buy or the grand, obligatory gestures meant to prove your love. It’s about you and me. Simple. I can’t imagine life without you, and I wonder if you’d reconsider your offer to live together, if you would stay with me on the ranch.”
He hugged me first, set me back from him to look at me, lowered his mouth and locked it onto mine, showing me who was in charge.
Aiden
I took several large, chest-filling breaths to clear the dizziness after hearing Scarlett’s confession. She wasn’t the only one scared shitless. What kind of person would put their heart in the hands of another to crush or stomp on at will without having a little fear in the testes. But that didn’t mean I was backing out or had second thoughts. I knew this was right.
I picked up Scarlett’s hand in mine and led her to my truck, having her wait until I opened the door for her. She climbed inside and somehow had another one of those damned Red Vines in her mouth. The sight of her sucking on that thing, swear to God, I could sense the pull of her lips on my cock.
Sharing her heart and asking about living together was the real deal, but beyond that, seeing her dip her toe in the water of the DDlg dynamic was driving me wild. At the park, I had tied her shoes when her Ked came untied and put on and zipped up her windbreaker when a light breeze stirred the air.
During our walk through the flowers which made Scarlett “oh” and “ah” in an adorable way. Afterwards, I took her back to her ranch, parking in the front drive. She waited again for me to come around and open her door, allowing me to unbuckle her seat belt and lift her out of the pickup cab.
Be still my heart.
Every single nerve ending in my body resonated when I picked her up in my arms, and she slid down the front of my body, landed on the ground, and raised her arms to place them around the back of my neck. How would I survive the rest of my life living as one giant endorphin? A walking hard-on. A big ball of baby-girl-induced mush. She had me wrapped around her finger, and I loved it.
“Are you hungry, baby girl?”
“A little.” She unlocked the front door, got Toby settled, and pulled something out of the freezer. “Can you make me this with tartar sauce?” It was a box of chicken nuggets, which she handed me before sitting on the kitchen stool and rocking back and forth.
“Absolutely.” I considered my words, wanting to explore her little side but not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She had just opened up to being little in public. It was kind of a big deal. This beautiful, powerful woman received second-best treatment for years. I planned on making up for that in spades. “You’re so pretty, Scarlett. I can’t take my eyes off you.” She ducked her head and whirled faster on the swivel stool.
I wasn’t the only one with Scarlett on my mind. At that very moment, Darwood’s corvette pulled into her drive.
“Merlin’s beard! That guy’s annoying.” I gritted my teeth. “Scarlett, I want you to stay out of it this time. I’ll go see what he wants.”
“But….” She hopped off the stool.
“Ultimate rule: you belong to me and only me. That guy needs to back off. Now, you respect your daddy and wait for me in the house. Don’t you dare come out.”
Scarlett
As soon as the door shut behind Aiden, I heard Darwood’s caterwauling, but I didn’t decipher the words.
It wouldn’t hurt to take a little peek, and I knew the perfect spot. I snuck out the back door and ran to the section of my yard to crawl on my belly through the thornless loganberry patch and up to the fence where I saw everything through the slats. The smell of sun on dirt and warm straw, which I used to mulch the patch, reassured me, like a blanket fort, the canes arched over my head provided cover.
From my little summer sanctuary, I noticed Aiden pull his elbow back and clock Darren, who oozed on in his typical wheedling and accusatory fashion. I recalled being at the receiving end of that droning complaint. Still, I worried when I saw Darren’s head snap back on his neck and bobble forward as his hands covered his nose to quell the profuse nosebleed that started up.
What I didn’t expect was for Danglehopper to hunch over as if to choke down a sob.
“Delta left meeeeeeeeeeeee, said I didn’t give her the lifestyle she deserved and found someone who did.”
Ouch. That stung. Darren’s status as one of the most well-known rancher’s son made him a catch in our tiny town. And, hell, top that with the fact that he scored a young girlfriend, practically jailbait, with the biggest bra size this side of Milwaukee, he rode high for a while.
Now that prize left him for another man. Karma was a bitch, but it wouldn’t do to rub salt in the wound at this point. You kiddin’ me? Bitter Betty chimed in. That shlep deserves salt, salt rub, sea salt, kosher salt… all the salts!
Darwood came off miserable enough so that even Aiden took pity. He handed Darren a clean handkerchief for his nose. But he didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t forgive Dingleberry for whatever he said to deserve the punch. It must have been bad.
Instead, Aiden gave Darwood a stern lecture, telling him not to drop by again. Call first. And Darren agreed, sounding as if he had a cold because of the swelling in his nose when he said, “I undahstahdnth.” He turned on the “‘Vette”—as Darren liked to call it—which didn’t turn over right away, and drove away following the somehow stimulating scene I never would have imagined taking place. Two guys bumping chests over little old me, the one the entire town felt sorry for when for being left for a younger, improved model.
“Oh crappity!” I whispered upon seeing Aiden stride to the front door, his feet making tracks much faster than mine. I needed to beat him back inside or I was gonna get it.
Aiden
I had to learn how to make a house a home after given the one life dealt me as a kid, and for me, a proper domicile was tidy. Call me a Neat Nick, a control freak, but order soothed me.
The Hallmark memories I had of living with my biological mom were few. We spent most of our time dreading my father’s return or cleaning up the path of destruction and chaos he left behind. God forgive me, but it crossed my mind that her death may have been a mercy on her. Her Catholic upbringing would never let her leave him, and what kind of misery might he inflict on her if he had more time. After her death, I moved in with relatives that I met once; a whole other story.
Oddly, I never felt so at home as when Scarlett was by my side, and she was messy as hell.
Watching her dip her “nuggies” in her tartar sauce made me sentimental, and these thoughts went through my mind when she accidentally splooged a pile of sauce onto the counter. She favored the original nugget, not dino-shape like Emma. Realization number two, not one pang of remorse flared up wh
en saying that name in my head. Emma, Emma, Emma.
No longing.
No passion.
Neutrality. Like a story I heard about someone else’s life.
I grabbed a paper towel from over the counter, wet a corner under the faucet, and returned to my little one to clean the sauce from the corners of her mouth. Her little side came naturally, and once she gave herself permission to let her guard down, it was as if she had been letting her baby girl out since the day we first met.
“Scarlett May, Daddy needs to talk to you.”
She slowly raised her head, and I saw Toby behind her, drinking from his water bowl on the plastic mat. When Scarlett said, “Oh,” her voice held such trepidation that Toby plunked his butt down and whined in sympathy.
“I told you it’s my job to keep you safe, and if you don’t do as you’re told, that will make my job impossible.” I scowled at her, as one would an untrained puppy or a naughty but adorable child, putting on a good front so she realized punishments were in order, while in fact I was her pawn. “What is it that happens when you disobey Daddy, Scarlett?”
“It means I need a spanking?”
“That’s right. I will train you from the start on how it will be when you live with me.”
“What did I do?”
I scowled at her and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? Did you really think you would get away with sneaking outside and hiding in the bushes when I told you to stay indoors? Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?”
She looked at the white swirls left on her plate, not saying a word.
“Use your words, Scarlett.”
“I knew if you saw me there I would get in trouble. But I wanted to see what would happen! I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Understandable.” I brushed the back of my fingers against her cheeks. “But what kind of Daddy would I be if I let your disobedience go unpunished?”
“A kind and merciful one?”
“Scarlett….” Her demeaner was at once adorable and fuckable. Even that lowlife shouldn’t be stupid enough to cheat on a woman like Scarlett. There was no accounting for taste. “Hop off the chair and follow me. Things will go much better for you if you don’t fight it.”
She shuffled her way to the corner with me, following behind. Her jean jumper was adorable, but what was underneath interested me more as an appetizer for this funishment. “Let Daddy see what you have under your outfit, little girl. I’ll help you.” I reached for the ties at the top of her shoulders and undid them while she stood there docile. No sassing. Good girl. The jumper fell to the ground, and the treasure beneath made me ask, “Oh, Scarlett, what have you done?” She stood before me, her bountiful bottom encased in a cream-colored, ruffled waist with tiny matching panties below. Her bra of the same gossamer fabric, allowed her tasty berries to show through, and her cleavage spilled over the triangular tops hanging from spaghetti-sized straps.
She pirouetted and asked, “What’s the matter, Daddy? Don’t you like my outfit?”
The low, guttural sound in my throat expressed the opposite of disapproval. “I like it so much, little one. But that doesn’t mean I can go without punishing you. You were very, very naughty disobeying Daddy today. Now do as I say.” Hard to say whom this punished worse, since my dick throbbed painfully. “That’s right, now lean your nose forward and stick it in that corner.”
The sight of her curvy rear encased in see-through panties was a sight to behold—one I would pay my aunt generously to paint for me. But today, today Scarlett was my work of art, my muse, and a subject I planned to study for the rest of my life.
The timer went off ten minutes later, and not one peep out of Scarlett the entire time as I sat on the couch reading an enthralling tale she had left on the cushions about an inexperienced girl named Bella - a delightful name. I’d keep it in mind for mine and Scarlett’s first girl child.
Easy, tiger. You’ve got a way to go first. Training. Discipline. Spoiling. Living together. Making it work.
Finally, a word from the errant little. “What’s the timer for, Daddy? Am I done?”
“Not exactly, but you can come here now. Corner time is over.” She did as directed and stood in front of me. “Did you find that a helpful reinforcement to keep you safe, or will you be disobeying Daddy next time he tells you to do something?”
“I won’t be bad. I didn’t like that corner time one bit. It was horrible.”
“We’re not through yet, little one.”
“But, Daddy….”
“Remove the panties and your bra, princess.” She hesitated for just a second. When she pulled the gauze covering to the ground and stepped out of it, I saw why. For the first time, she had waxed for me, and every bit of her sexy womanhood was visible, including the glistening button poking sassily out from her swollen lips. She tested my strength; time I tested hers. “Pull your folds apart, little one. Let Daddy see what’s his.” I pointed at her pussy and heard her sharp intake of breath.
She yielded.
“Good girl, that’s a very pretty kitty. Thank you for showing me.” I reached up and pinched each of her nipples between my fingers, scrutinizing her face to sense the point where pleasure turned to pain and backing off from there. I wanted her writhing with passion for me. “Let’s go over here.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the armchair that sat before the fireplace. “There is just one more thing that you need to do to learn your lesson about behaving.”
“Really, Daddy, I’m ready to be good. I don’t think I need any more punishments.”
“Second rule.” I circled my right hand toward myself, brought it palm up with a controlled flourish, and gestured toward her, showing her she needed to supply the answer.
She stamped her tiny foot on the carpet, and I refused to laugh, no matter how much I wanted to when she pouted. “Rule two: accept your punishment without fussing.”
“You ready?”
“I guess so, maybe you should just get it over with.”
“I want you to give your pussy a spanking for me, kitten. Show Daddy how you can be a good girl. Three times. Now.” Her vanilla scent filled my nostrils, further whetting my appetite. My cock turned hard as stone, and my mouth watered as she held herself open to my stare with one hand and smacked her pretty clit three times, yelping and gasping each time with the shock of it.
Gasping, she asked, “Did I do it right, Daddy?”
“Oh yes, little one. You make Daddy so proud.” I wrestled out of my T-shirt and jeans. “Now come climb on my lap.”
With one of her knees on either side of my legs and her hands holding herself steady by the back of the chair, I had access to everything. Scarlett’s breasts were at my mouth level, and their tips begged me to suck. I obliged, and she whimpered her excitement. “Do as you’re told, princess. Daddy wants you to ride him. Climb on.”
“Please,” she whispered, “can you do it for me? It’s hard to fit it in there by myself.”
“No problem, sweetie. Let Daddy show you.”
I grabbed my protesting penis and rubbed her slit, which hovered over my lap. “You’re not supposed to like your punishment, princess.”
She moaned her reply, “I don’t! I hated them.”
“Then stop getting so wet. You’re soaked down here.”
I pulled her onto me and had to hold my breath and close my eyes in order not to come.
“Dammit, so tight!” I groaned.
She wriggled up and down on my cock, leaning forward to shove her pink, pebbled nipples at my mouth.
“What are you doing to me, Scarlett? You’re not fighting fair.” She bobbed her ass cheeks to propel herself and slammed down on my cock, wriggling, thrusting, and sliding her way toward driving me insane with lust.
“That’s what you get, Daddy. You need to take your punishments without fussing.” Her tongue lapped at my ear and continued its way down my neck to nip and suck at my shoulder, offering me a box-seat view of the sexy crease between her buttocks. Makin
g love to Scarlett was like viewing a work of art, and I’d be sure to have the swoop of her spine painted some day.
As Scarlett rubbed her hot channel over my pounding heat, she said, “You need to find out what it will be like when we live together. I will train you from the start on how to be a good Daddy.”
With Scarlett’s beddable, succulent body bouncing on my dick, there was no way to hold out for much longer. Not when combined with her dirty little girl talk. It was too hot for me to control myself.
“Please, baby, I’ll do whatever you say to be good, just please, please let me come.”
She put herself back into position, one hand on each of my shoulders, and started to piston her hips, giving me the perfect view to my cock spitting her pussy open, pushing her petals away, and pulling them toward me each time she thrusted; the effect erotic beyond belief.
“Oh, God. You’re doing amazing, Scarlett, such a good little thing. Daddy loves that.”
She let go of my shoulders and used only her knees to hold herself up. Those horse-riding thighs of hers would be the death of me. She bounced up and down on my entire length as if she posted on an English saddle, presenting a face-front vision of her riding my dick. Up, down, up, down. The pleasure became unbearable, and then she said, “Daddy, is it okay if I come now?”
“Yes, baby girl. You’ve been so good. Come. Come all over that fat cock. It’s all yours.”
Only with my forearm placed at her lower back did she avoid falling off the chair. She arched herself over it and shoved herself all the way onto my dick. “Is that good, baby girl? You like having that cock right up inside of you?” I gave a few hard pumps until she found her release, and I held her that way, curved over my arm and shuddering to eventual stillness.
Thank the Lord; my turn now.
“Come back up here, kitten. Be a good girl.” I grabbed her wrists and pulled her to a standing position, guiding her to place her knees on the seat cushion, and again had her grab the back of the chair.