by Olivia Fox
I wriggled impatiently.
Buck increased the tempo and sting of his ass slaps, afterwards slowing the pace and stopping every so often to reach down and test my wetness, which made me want to shove his cock in my mouth. Wrong position for such pleasures.
He started taking my spanking seriously, and I couldn’t help but moan every time his enormous hand connected with my booty. It actually made me shiver. His hard cock was pressing into my side, and naughty me was stoked he was suffering from a sexual frustration similar to mine. For good measure, I spread my legs further apart. An invitation.
Suddenly, he stopped spanking and moved me to the floor. “You’ve been very good, kitten. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Now ask for what you want.”
“Please.” I watched as he unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and began moving his hand up and down slowly. Tantalizing me.
My mouth watered. “Please put it in my mouth, Daddy. Let me suck you.”
With hands bound behind me, I had to lean forward to reach his beautiful cock. My mouth was practically drooling at the sight. I stuck my tongue out, giving him a show, and looked in his eyes as I ran my tongue up and down his hard length. He groaned and grabbed the back of my head, encouraging me toward what he needed. #Winning, I thought to myself.
I swirled around the crown of him and tasted his precum; the briny promise of his orgasm made me moan. Time for some worship. My lips engulfed the head, and I began to lick and suck up and down the concrete length. I had done nothing to deserve this gold-medal cock, but I sure as hell was going to pay it the well-earned attention it begged me for. Right now it meant trying to take the seemingly endless length into my mouth.
Buck grabbed my long hair tightly in his giant hands, forcing my nose to meet the hair which dusted his stomach. He held me there, buried so deeply in my mouth I couldn’t breathe, and the back of my throat closed firmly around the tip.
He moved me backward, using my hair to control the warm hole he was exploring with his man meat. The thought of being face fucked by him; of taking his king-sized rod all the way in my mouth so my lips stretched around it as saliva served as a lubricant spilled out of my mouth and down my chin… the entire act saturated my cunt. I wanted him to use me this way.
I kept drawing him into my mouth and swallowing even when my gag reflex kicked in. I tried to suck him deeper each time Daddy shoved my mouth down his shaft, using my head as a handle, bucking into my mouth.
All of the sudden, he pulled me off his shaft and draped me over the edge of the mattress. My ass and slit were totally exposed to him in this position.
“We need to get rid of these.” He shocked me by ripping the panties apart and throwing them to the side, leaving my garters on. “This too.” He tore my bralette over my head and threw it down with the panties. “Much better. Daddy needs to grab those jugs when he’s fucking you, doesn’t he? My baby girl likes her nipples pinched hard when she’s getting fucked. Maybe I need to take her to the city and get her nipples pierced. Would you like that, good girl?”
He grasped my nipples between his fingers and tweaked them, none to gently. I blinked back the tears and was surprised at how his manhandling turned me on. The sensitivity of my tits ratcheted up to extreme, and my pussy pulsed with need. “Ohhhh, yes, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you. Anything you say.”
“Sweet girl. Daddy was going to lick your pussy for being so good, but your pretty flower is too tempting for this dick. I need to fuck you now. Open wide.”
He shoved his cock into my melting pussy and began to jackhammer me with his cock. “God, you are so tight and warm, kitten. I can barely handle how good it is.” There was no other word for what I felt, except “stuffed.” He started slamming into me, and with every entry and exit, he was building pleasure. My cunt started to swell, including my ever-more-sensitive clit.
“Baby, Daddy needs to take pictures from this angle for you so you can see how lovely it is from up here. Part of me wants to pull out and spray all over those cheeks, mark you mine. Should we start a new Instagram account? Really give this town something to talk about? You wearing Daddy’s cum like jewelry?”
His words got me so excited as he pumped his turgid erection harder and faster into my clenching channel. He reached around with his hand to pinch and stroke my clit. “Come, my good girl. Come now.”
There was an explosion of ecstasy, which took a direct hit at my clit. I arched my back, shoving myself onto Buck, spasming and shaking as I felt him give one final, unyielding thrust. Then he pulled me to him, his cum gushing deep inside of me.
He gently untied the silk scarf before easily picking me up and moving me onto his chest as he lay against the pillows. He lifted my chin and gently kissed my lips. “You’re the best baby girl ever. Come ’ere. Daddy’s got you now.”
The best place in the world was in his embrace like this. I felt so safe and secure snuggled up to his pelt and sheltered by his big, strong arms.
“You’re so gentle with me, Daddy. You put me first and spoil me every day. When I get in trouble, you’re uber commanding. You take what you want, fuck my face, pull my hair, rip my clothes off, throw me on the bed, and have your way with me. Why is it I never knew? Exactly what I needed had been standing right in front of me since forever?”
“Daddy Dom, baby. Dead on target.” He petted my hair, breathing in my scent for a moment. “It’s okay. You just forgot who you were for a bit. Welcome back, kitten.”
Chapter Eighteen
Three Months Later
I’d seen enough bad, done enough bad, to know what I had with Roxy was a gift I didn’t deserve. I sure as hell wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, I’d climb on this pony and ride for all it was worth to the very end of the trail.
She was mine. There was a reason she went to jail, got right in the head, and got the help she needed. It wasn’t a coincidence she was still single when I returned from my tour of duty. I was too old to believe in coincidences. It could have gone a million other ways, but it didn’t.
Because she was meant to be my kitten. She completed me. She said I made her feel safe; well, she was my moon and stars. She stole my heart back in elementary school, and I wanted to let her keep it. It was always her.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
I deleted all my social media accounts, Daddy. Feels great.
I could see she was typing.
Since you seem to enjoy this view, I thought I’d make it one you could see whenever you wanted.
On the third buzz of my phone, a selfie of Roxy lying down on the bed, nude, with her ass in the air came through.
I was instantly rock-hard.
Behave, little girl. Daddy did not say you could touch yourself.
No fair. When are you coming home?
I need my girls to meet me at the old creamery. Here’s the address. Be there in 30.
For what?
Don’t sass. Just get your ass over there.
While waiting for her arrival, I recognized the anxious feeling in my gut as being similar to free-fall operations out of a plane. That niggling doubt prior to ripcord release. They didn't call it a wing and a prayer for nothing. I prayed my ass off every day I was stationed overseas, prayed to make it back safe, and right now I was relishing in my survival.
It was tough but doable getting this place ready in such a short time. It didn't need a lot of work: paint, yard work, and the built-in shelves and glass counters, which were custom-made after researching the best London cupcake shops. I had got additional help from Chloe on the decor, because girly just wasn't in my wheelhouse.
Even I thought it looked good. There was a huge swath of pink, pale yellow, white, and lavender roses draped over the front door of the creamery, similar shape as you would find around a racehorse’s neck, only twenty times the size. It was Chloe's advice to paint the lower half of the creamery what she called “blush pink.” I followed her guidance and had the front stoop covered in ma
rble and the single step up painted gold.
The interior, built at the turn of the nineteenth century, didn’t need a thing. I had installed modern heating and air throughout and had the wood flooring refinished. The walls were made of old growth redwood, which had been painted cream color and remained thus for decades. It would be my little girl's building, and something told me she would like the look of it as is.
The building had plenty of space. She could use the back rooms to ship out orders. In fact, it was so huge; the possibilities for its use were endless.
I decided to wait outside so I could see her expression when she saw the roses. I was getting antsy, and I felt my heart spike same as moving toward the door of an airplane. Experience told me once I took the jump, my nerves would settle.
For fucking finally, Roxy walked up the pea gravel driveway of the creamery. It was lined with blossoming rosebushes on either side and framed her true beauty so it took my breath away.
“Whose pretty place is this?” she asked. “I didn't even know it existed.”
“It’s been for sale for years and years. I guess no one wanted to take on the challenge of renovating it and getting it ready for business. Challenge accepted.”
Her bewildered expression told me she had no idea it was for her.
“What do you mean?”
“I wasn't joking when I said combat pay and Special Forces pay enabled me to support you the way you deserve. I didn't spend a dime overseas. Everything I earned went into a savings account. I know how lucky I am to be able to come home and afford to invest in my baby.”
“Buck, you didn’t….”
“I did. I can't think of a better way to invest my money. Let's go take a look.”
Lola trotted up the steps as if she owned the place, wagging her tail and patting her two front paws at the door, scratching to get in.
I swung the door open so Roxy could walk through, and my rib cage felt way too small seeing her hold her arms out like a scarecrow as she spun in slow circles in the middle of the room and exclaimed, “It's heaven!”
“Yeah? You like?”
She stopped suddenly and flew into my arms, putting her cheek against my chest. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”
“Absolutely. This is where you get your sprinkle on.”
“Buck, the idea you chose me, waited for me, and truly love me is still a little hard to believe.”
“Well, I’m trying to prove it to you, princess. Hopefully this is a start.”
“This is amazing and more than I ever dreamed of. But don't think presents like this mean more to me than being able to sleep in your bed every night and wake up with you to face every new day.”
“So, you're not worried about what small-town busybodies might think?”
“I suppose parts of my past might come back and haunt me, but the difference now is I realize I've been given a second chance. I don't want to waste it. I don’t want to lose your love because I let our relationship be about the entire town instead of between us.”
“You’re my person, cupcake. Can’t think of a better investment than you. Now come on, let’s go finish the tour, precious.”
Chapter Nineteen
I called Chloe right away after getting the full tour of the creamery and learning she had helped Buck with its decor. It was a testimony to her huge heart that she didn't resent me. She wasn’t jealous of the present I was getting when she definitely had to work harder than I did to make her way as a salon owner. I cringed as I thought about how jealous I had been of her back in the day. She blew my mind, and again my heart was swollen like a huge water balloon in my chest, and I just hoped it didn't burst.
“Hey, Chloe, I was wondering if you wanted to go have coffee and talk business. I could really learn from your expertise. Can I buy you breakfast and pick your brain?”
“I’d be happy to share what I know, Roxy. Which is absolutely nothing about the baking biz, but some things are universal to company ownership.”
We met at the Pinup Paradise Diner, and I was a little surprised to see Chloe’s friend Gracie sitting next to her in the booth. Last time I encountered Gracie; I was pretty much at rock bottom as far as shady behavior went. Making up lies. Trying to hurt Chloe and her relationship. It wasn't long after I ended up in jail, and clearly some of the acting out could be attributed to a manic episode.
“Hey, Gracie, I didn't know you were coming.”
“Not sure I'd be here if it weren't for the big-ass retainer your scrumptious boyfriend gave to me. Plus Chloe tells me you've had a change of heart and had some behavioral health issues, which made civil behavior difficult for you, as witnessed by all of us. Plenty,” she stretched the last word out so it was three syllables long for emphasis.
I was ready for it, but it wasn’t easy to hear. I got it that humans weren’t made of plastic and they needed an opportunity to vent before moving on.
“Yeah, I have to say I feel pretty lucky getting counseling while I was in jail. I like to say, not ironically, it could've been the best thing that ever happened to me. I know not everyone is as lucky. Not everyone has a sister who would forgive him or her for some of the things I did to her. I’ll just have to try to make it up over time.”
Now that our lump-in-the-throat conversation was out of the way, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I made my apologies, and we were able to focus on important things, like the kind of coffee to order with breakfast, how our eggs should be cooked, and whether we should have farmer’s cheese, fresh fruit, or both.
“You know what? Let's have a pitcher of dragon fruit mimosas!” Gracie said.
“Okay. But just one glass for me.”
“Me too,” chimed Chloe. Both of us were in the same boat when it came to drinking due to our meds.
It was clear Gracie had plans to forgive me before even meeting me at the café, because when I left, she placed in my hand an entire branding portfolio with several Sprinkles logos to choose from. There was a business plan included—an entire roadmap for the success of my business to include the online shopping platform I should use, the amount of sales I should achieve in order to be profitable, and the various payment options I ought to offer customers in order to realize success. The most ingenious idea she had was for cupcake subscriptions. She had even researched the kind of equipment I should purchase for the back room of the creamery in order to be able to manufacture and ship out large quantities of quality, yummy product.
“Like I said, if it weren't for a titanic-sized retainer, I wouldn't even be helping your ass.”
“Yeah okay, Gracie. I still appreciate it.”
I gave Chloe a huge hug, and tears sprung to my eyes. I missed her so much.
Never again.
“So hey, can we do lunch sometime this week?”
“I’d love it,” my little sister said. She had always been there for me, my mirror and my opposite. I needed to be her safety net for a while. It was time we grew to be friends of the heart.
I heard Buck come in through the front door, and my pussy squeezed tight like a fist.
He unbuttoned his shirt as soon as he came into the kitchen and started taking off his uniform to reveal a chest like some Viking warrior who swung his sword every day for a living.
I almost dropped the walnuts I had been cracking for homemade carrot cake.
Loving him in spite of what all the townies might say was a balance between being on cloud nine and feeling scared of what might happen. But mostly, Buck loved me in a way, which made me feel free.
He locked eyes with me and looked so hard, like the walnuts I had been breaking open. He was hard on the outside and soft on the inside with me.
He was my daddy.
Just thinking the word made my clit throb.
As he stalked toward me, his fierce intent made me so breathless I had to back away.
“Err, do you want to try my cream cheese frosting?”
“Oh, I want to try your frosting all right.”
/> I took a generous scoop out of the bowl with my pointer finger and held it out to him. His mouth nearly burned my finger; his tongue was scorching. Of course, what did the heat make me think of? Nothing but having his face between my legs.
“Every day I come home to you, Roxy, I feel like I’m living a dream.” He leaned down and kissed my lips, pulling at them with his own. “Tell me I'm not sleeping. Tell me I’m not going to wake up from a dream and find out this is not real at all.”
“Buck, you’re my dream come true, and if I have to wake up from this, I’d rather stay sleeping forever.”
His eyes swept over me from top to bottom before he closed the gap between us entirely. Looking down at me, he said, “You're mine, Roxy. That’s final. Finito. No buts about it.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy.”
After picking up the bowl of frosting, he led me to the dining room table.
“I don’t mean you’re mine as my daily dessert, like right now. I mean you’re mine for always.” He draped my back against the polished wood. “Open your legs for me, kitten. I own this pussy.” He lowered his head and put his nose close to me, inhaling as if smelling a rose. “I’m going to keep you until the day after forever. I’m addicted to you.”
He pulled over a dining chair and sat in front of me, leaning down to give me a visual inspection. The lights were on, and it was a little discomfiting, but so hot at the same time I didn’t care. He continued to stare and started to tweak my nipples.
It was impossible not to wriggle my hips beneath his gaze.
“Such a pretty pink flower,” he blew hot air across my clit to tease me, “I'm going to feast on this blossom every day until the end of time.”
“Please, Daddy, don't make me wait anymore. I need….”
“What do you need, my mystifying minx? Use your words.”
“I need your mouth on me, your tongue. Lick me, please. Fuck me with your fingers…. Ohhhh.”