by Olivia Fox
“It’s too expensive.”
“Do you want it?”
It took everything I had not to yank the beautiful case out of Buck’s hands and clutch it to my chest. I couldn’t lie. My lust for designer handbags hadn’t diminished in jail. I just wanted to put my head inside the bag and sniff the high-quality leather, so I looked at the floor instead.
“If you want it, I’ll buy it for you.” He lifted my chin and moved my hair out of my eyes so I had to look at him. He bent down so his lips nearly touched mine and whispered, “When I do this—” He softly kissed my lips. “—I can taste the next sixty-five years of my life. I’m gonna spoil you and eat your pussy three to four times a day. It’s all I dreamt of every night and free moment while I was downrange.”
Lola was dwarfed by her carrying case. At nine weeks, she was the size of a large hot dog bun. Sleep was her prerogative, and my heart was still full as I walked down the sidewalk while Buck went into Briarville Lumber to check out some hardware.
Boring.
I rounded the corner and ran straight into Katie Jo and Melody.
Fuck.
“Roxy! Watch where you’re going. God, you almost knocked me over with your wall-o-blubber!” Katie Jo squinted covetously at the LV logo hanging from my arm. If it were anyone else, I might feel a little guilty, but with her mean ass, I stood up straight and peeked at Lola.
True to bully form, the two of them cornered me against the wall. We were around the corner from the Main Street, so there were no witnesses.
“Maybe instead of lifting handbags, you should try lifting weights. You’ve become quite the porky pork chop, haven’t you? I mean, it makes sense. Fat seems to run in your family. After all, look at your chubster sister, Chloe.”
“Shut up, Katie Jo.” I would have clobbered her ass, but not with Lola in my arms. It was my job to keep her safe.
“Where’s your boyfriend, Roxy?” snarled Melody. “He break up with you already? Not surprised. As if the town’s fucked-up floozy is dating material for an officer of the law.”
“Her boyfriend’s present and accounted for, and he wants to know what in the wide world of sports is going on around here! How come every time I turn my back, you two harpy hornets are closing in on my girl?”
“Uhhh….” Katie Jo seemed at a loss for words.
“’Cause, personally, I’m startin’ to smell harassment and misdemeanor. You startin’ to fear for your safety, little girl?”
I ping-ponged my gaze back and forth between the mean girls, one hand on my chin, and took my time deciding. “Hmmm, come to think of it, I do feel kinda scared. Jail’s a horrible place though; I’d hate for these two pretty girls to have to do time. There’s a lotta lonely ladies on the inside who would love to make them their little b—”
“No! Stop. We’ll leave you alone! Swear,” Melody interrupted.
“’Kay then. Bye.” I finger waved at them as they hustled off around the corner, bumping into each other as they rushed to get away.
“Now that was some funny shit,” Buck said with a laugh. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter Twelve
Roxy and I were back in my kitchen, and I was feeding her carrot cake with one hand and giving her sips of milk with the other.
It was her favorite dessert, besides me, she said.
I was finding it hard to concentrate with her licking frosting off my hand every few seconds.
“I’ll never be accepted as your girlfriend, Buck,” Roxy suddenly said. “Katie Jo and Melody are the tip of the iceberg in this town. Right now, all I am is tarnish to your sterling reputation.”
“No, you’re not. Everyone has a past. It’s going to be okay.”
“How can it possibly be okay?” Roxy said while snuggling a sleeping Lola up to her cheek.
“Because I’m going to fix it. Let’s put Lola in her carrier for a nap.” I pulled Roxy up by the hand. “I know what you require to feel better.”
After putting the puppy away, I maneuvered Roxy to the couch and gently tipped her over my lap. Since this would be her first time with a paddle, I allowed her to keep on her Knitty Kitty lingerie. It was going to hurt like hell, but it was just what she needed.
“My little girl might not know what she demands, but her pussy always does. Look at this little pink feline getting wet for her daddy.” I pulled the boy shorts with the cable-knit pattern down past her buttocks just so I could look at my leaking, hothouse flower. “Mmmmm, baby. I’m going to gorge on this pretty pussy when I’m done paddling you.”
I slowly dragged the shorts back over her ass before running my fingertips up and down her spine.
It gave her goose bumps.
“Are you cold, kitten?”
“Nooooooo.” Her moan trailed off.
Crack, crack, crack! My hand delivered a punishing rhythm across her tush with the paddle I had hidden under the cushions.
“Take it, princess.” I gave her five more smacks with the paddle, before stroking her thick hair back from her face and adjusting her on my lap so she couldn’t fail to notice how she made my cock swell.
Shakily, her two hands moved slowly towards her tasty bum, in an effort to deflect my blows. “Keep your hands out of the way, or you’ll get this on a bare bottom,” I growled at her. “I am so tired of you talking about yourself like you are damaged goods! Are you saying I think so little of myself I would fall in love with someone with a bad character?”
Crack, crack, crack!
“No, I’m sorry! Ple—”
Crack, crack, crack!
She wriggled her ass from side to side.
“You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”
“Please, I’ll be good. I’ll never say bad things about me again.”
Crack, crack, crack!
“Don’t lie!”
“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not the boss of me!”
I pulled down her shorts, and my dick spurted precum into my jeans when I saw the redness of her cheeks. It made me as hard as a rock to discipline her and see her randy response.
Crack, crack, crack!
I didn’t hold back as I delivered the blows all over the surface of her sweet ass. With her shorts down, I could see her leaking cunt glimmering up at me.
“Who’s your daddy, little girl?” I ran two fingers up her juicy slit, making her wail.
Crack, crack, crack!
“You are. Fuck! You are. God. I’ll be good, please. I’ll be a good girl. No more, please, Daddy.”
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her gorgeous body out on the bed.
Any free moment I had while stationed overseas, I spent fantasizing about all the things I would do with Roxy and to Roxy.
Now the time had come to bring all of those fantasies to fruition. I wouldn’t let her get away, ever. Fuck that. She was my reward.
If she needed me to spank her to make her feel better, fine. I’d discipline her for negative self-talk until she loved Roxy as much as I did. I’d punish her for not believing she was right for me. I was a stubborn son of a bitch, and I’d be damned if I was giving up on us.
She’d had my tender side all day. Apparently, it didn’t prove anything to her.
Fine. I’d bring on the Dom.
The alpha.
Combat control specialist with expertise in dominance.
I reached into the storage box under my bed and pulled out a metal O-ring connected to two PVC straps.
She’d surrender to me all right.
I gently put the leather straps over her head and pulled the gag ring tight, keeping her lush lips open wide.
Good Lord, naughty looked hot on her.
I slapped her gently on the cheek, just to get her attention. “Have you been a brat lately? Disobeying Daddy? Talking trash about yourself?”
“Unghhhhh.” She couldn’t talk.
“How about before today?” During my questioning, I bound her hands behind her back with soft rope. �
�Here’s the deal with today’s penalty; you’re going to pardon yourself for your mistakes. Daddy punished you which means all is forgiven.”
Her behind was hot from being walloped. I rolled her over to check her pretty cunt, finding it was drenched. I took out my throbbing rod, unable to resist stroking myself with her bound and helpless before me. My aching dick was leaking like a faucet.
I took off my belt and made a noose to put around my kitten’s throat, and used the excess rope at her wrists to fasten her ponytail to her bound hands.
“Feel secure?”
Her answer was inarticulate around the O-ring.
“Let’s get you ready, princess. You ready for detention yet? All you have to do is say.”
She shook her head.
I grabbed a small dildo out of the treasure box under the bed and slid it over her tongue. “Therrrrrrre you go, baby. You look so good with a cock in your mouth. Now take it. Swallow it all.”
The dildo shined glossy with her saliva when I pulled it out of her mouth. I fucked her with it from behind, pulling it out periodically and giving her clit a good whirl, not letting her come. She thrashed from the attention, effectively pulling her own hair.
It made her moan into the ring gag.
“Does my princess like being tied up like a little prisoner? She gets so wet and excited when her hair is pulled, doesn’t she?”
Roxy’s eyes were verging on alarm, and I knew she needed release more than anything. By the same token, she needed my training. She would feel better after.
I grabbed the choke belt after removing my pants and tugged gently. She moaned and rocked her hips, fucking the mattress. “Ready for your genuine cock head, baby? Is that what you need? Some real, big, hard dick to fill up your tiny pussy?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
I lowered myself to her clit to nibble and suck at it. “Come on, baby, squirt all over Daddy’s face, and then I’ll do the same to you.”
Her juices were sweetly intoxicating, and I couldn’t get my fill.
With my fingers inside her and skating over her nub, rubbing, all she could do was pant and squeal. My tongue lapped up her nectar like I had dreamt of doing for years while deployed.
“Be a good girl. Give Daddy some pretty pussy cum. Daddy’s thirsty for it.” I concentrated on her clit, rubbing circles, kissing, sucking at it, and licking it from behind until she gushed into my face like sweet lemonade being poured into a glass.
“That’s my fucking girl.” My meaty hands massaged her ass cheeks until she breathed normally. Then I untied the ropes and set her on the floor. “My dick will never fit in that pathetic thing. Let’s take it off so Daddy can teach his naughty girl a lesson.” O-ring off, I pinched her nostrils shut. “Open.”
She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the bulging head, licking at the drops of precum trickling from the tip. “Yum.” Her mouth vibrated when she moaned. Her gorgeous eyes looked up at me, making me want to shove past her tongue.
“That’s a good girl. The sight of you with my cock in your mouth is so hot.” I slid further in as I petted her hair. “Relax,” I encouraged as the end of my cock touched the back of her throat and her body leaned into it. “God, you look good with saliva dribbling down your chin.”
Roxy hummed and stroked my cock with two hands while making a show of swirling her tongue around the tip when I pulled out. “That’s a good girl. Daddy’s going to fuck that pretty face. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum. You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow it all?”
I wasn’t gentle with her, but I watched for signals showing she wanted me to stop. I shoved in past her tongue and down her throat, rough. “You okay, baby? You want Daddy to make you his little cocksucker?”
She opened her eyes and looked into mine before nodding, and I was done.
“That’s it. Good girl. Suck Daddy’s twelve-inch dick.” I reached down and pinched her left nipple, then the right while fucking her sweet face. “Such a little tease. From here on out, you’ll worship and pleasure this cock every day, and all will be forgiven.”
My princess shook her behind while deep throating my cock, bouncing her mouth on my monster. I groaned a warning. “Oh my God, that’s such a good girl. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
She moaned her agreement, and I groaned as her scalding lips engulfed me. The searing jizz spewed out of me, and I held her head steady until my balls were drained as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked me off, while looking up at me.
“Jesus, you’re incredible. You enjoy that, little one?”
Roxy bobbed her head, and I pulled out of her mouth while petting her hair. Rivulets of my cream spilled onto her breast.
I picked her up and laid her facedown on the mattress.
“Daddy’s gonna hammer you deep from behind, kitten. He’s still hard.” Appreciating the view of her ass, I rammed my hard-on into her tight entrance.
“Oh my God, Buck, yes! More! Please! Drive it in.” She got up on her knees and pushed back toward me.
Gutsy girl.
If she could see what I saw, she’d realize how far my manhood stretched her wetness. It was a sight to behold. And I was possessed by her pussy. I lifted her up onto my cock, which was weaponized for pleasure, before slamming her against my hips.
My cock was a heat-seeking missile, and her sweet heat was a furnace.
“Are you ready for your reward, good girl? Cause Daddy’s gonna blow!” I had been holding back from this for so long, my body responded to her like a teenager, ready to orgasm again.
She keened and writhed under me.
“That cock filling you up good, sweetie? You like that?” I jackhammered my hips into her slick channel, my balls contracting, ready to explode.
“I’m gonna come, Buck. I’m gonna come on you. Shove it into me, fuck your pussy!”
“Here it comes!” My hard-on blazed and finally erupted, pumping its cum up inside of her until it leaked out of her tight hole when I finally pulled out.
“That’s my sweetie. You’re such a good girl.”
Lying next to each other on the bed, I grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back so she looked into my eyes. “Seriously, we’ve been attached since elementary school. I swear it’s like I can see into your soul and know just what you need.”
“Why did you leave right after high school then? I didn’t need that.” She pouted, prettily.
Fair enough. I did owe her an explanation, and we’d never discussed it.
“I was young and needed to make something of myself. I needed to be worthy of you. I feel like I accomplished that goal, even though being away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I can take care of you now.”
“You didn't have anything to prove to me. You keep saying how I'm good, enough even though I’ve been in jail and treated people like dirt. How is it you needed to go off and find a bigger and better future for yourself, yet you’re fine with me being the town failure?”
“First off, you have your whole life ahead of you to make something of yourself. In my case, I needed to prove myself because you belong to me. It's my job to take care of you. I didn't have any way of doing so after high school. I needed to become man enough for you.”
Roxy put both of her hands around the back of my neck and snuggled into my chest. “Don’t you know, silly? You’ve always been man enough just by being you.”
“Well, let this man take you out to dinner then.”
Chapter Thirteen
It was weird to be in Lila’s Steakhouse again. It was an old hangout and the first place I'd gone with Buck where I was conscious of the stark contrast between the before and after Roxy.
Before jail and after jail.
Before meds and after meds.
The meds took the edge off.
My counselor warned me I’d regret the things I said and did while I was manic, and it was true. “Be gentle with yourself,” I could hear her say.
I could remember wh
at it was like sitting at the bar with a cocktail in hand, wearing my red, slinky Bebe dress, acutely aware of every randy rancher and hot and bothered beer drinker who walked through the door.
The stuffed buffalo, gray fox, and Roosevelt elk still looked down from their places on the wall, ogling my antics with distaste. Their disdain was practically audible today, at least to me. “There she is. The girl who is always on the prowl. Always seeking more. Full of desire. Bitchy or excited. No in-between.” The imaginary animal chorus about the town hussy echoed in my ears.
Shit, self-consciousness was my new bestie.
I needed to call Chloe and see if she would let me apologize in person.
It was a long shot.
Buck had ordered me a T-bone steak, saying, “You need your protein after all the exercise you had today, baby.”
He swirled a steak fry into A1 sauce and slid it into my mouth. I loved how he fed me.
“You're gonna need a bigger house if you're not careful. You keep feeding me like this, and I'm not gonna fit through the door.”
“You know what they say, little girl?” He cut a piece of meat for me and forked it slowly into my mouth. I shook my head. “Anybody can navigate a straight line. It takes a real driver to handle the curves.”
I picked up my prickly pear margarita and took a gulp, bouncing my knee off of the soft, emerald colored cushion, “I forgot to tell you about an idea I had.”
Buck sawed off an impossibly large slice of juicy steak and held it in front of his lips, “All ears, honey bun.”
I darted my eyes back and forth between his cave man-sized portion and the cozy fire behind him, while fiddling with the top button of my shirt, “You helped me remember how much I absolutely love baking, and well, I was thinking maybe I could use your kitchen, if it's okay, to cook up small batches of desserts and advertise locally. It would help me earn money so I can pay my sister back, and Jax too eventually.”
Buck raised his chin high and thrust out his warrior worthy chest, “That’s my old Roxy talking. Full of ideas. You know I think your desserts are delicious. The only thing better tasting is your pussy,” he leaned towards me across the table and gave me a slow, scalding kiss that made my toes curl.