by Olivia Fox
“You sure you want to talk about it here? During our time apart, I’ve had plenty of hours to come up with ideas, and we could be here all night discussing them. Better yet, I could show you.” He slowly smiled and brushed my bangs off my forehead.
I felt an unnerving sensation, like the feeling of shooting to the top of a high rise building in an elevator. Only, at the same time, the feeling wrapped its palm around my heated crease and squeezed repeatedly, with the rhythm of a pulse.
“How adventurous are you on a scale of one to ten?“ he asked, and my thoughts scattered like shrapnel.
“There are a lot of ways a person can be adventurous. What specifically are you referring to?“ This back-and-forth banter we shared was something I relished. He seized my interest—not only because of how sexy I found his physical being and smell but also because he challenged me. Clearly, I had been lonely, but not for any human company. His alone.
“Look, Mia, you and I have talked about almost every warm-up question there is under the sun. I think we both know where this is headed. Let’s cut to the chase.”
“Didn’t we pretty much do that during our sexy FaceTime session?” I asked.
“It’s one thing to text, FaceTime, email… and something altogether different to experience one another in the flesh.”
I definitely gulped. Under his intense stare, I was the prey and he was the cobra.
“There is a quality about you that is brave and afraid at the same time. The last thing I want to do is scare you off by going too fast.”
“You mean actual sex?“ I tried to sound more confident than I felt.
“Exactly. Some might say I have a rather unique style when it comes to passionate pleasures. Others would go so far as to call it ‘kink,’ but I’m not a fan of the word. You had a taste of it via FaceTime, and I don’t think there’s any sense in us moving forward unless you are curious and open to my lifestyle.“
“Lifestyle?“
“Yes, I want to dominate you. It feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to do so.”
I took a long sip of my water and managed to say, “You mean like Fifty Shades of Grey?“
“Not exactly. I couldn’t stomach the movie. It seemed to me Christian took advantage of an innocent, since the girl was barely nineteen. Not sure how she could be totally consensual at her age. In my book, your acquiescence and consensual participation is essential.“ He leaned forward, crossing his prosthetic over his arm on the table and stared deeper into my eyes. “I want you to obey me willingly and enthusiastically. In return, I promise to care for you, keep you safe, and make you feel special every day.”
“So that’s what all of the ‘Kitten, Daddy’ talk was about the other day. I’ve been learning about this online. You’re a Daddy Dom?”
“Through and through.“
“Hmph,” I crossed my arms and glared at him. “So you’ve done this with a lot of women? How do you find them?“ My chest grew tight to the point of pain thinking about Jasper with other females. I realized, like a club to the head, I was starting to think of him as mine. My beast. My man.
“I’ve been with a reasonable amount of women for someone my age. I’ve never fallen so hard or been so enchanted as this though, Mia. I feel extreme ardor for you.” He stood up, walked around the table, grabbed my chin, and kissed me. I actually felt dizzy and had to lean back against the booth and close my eyes.
“Usually people in the lifestyle find each other on some kind of DDlg forum.” He sat down next to me. “There are groups that meet privately, and you can learn about those on various sites. But you don’t need to go looking; your daddy found you.”
“I don’t know what to think about it all. Calling you ‘Daddy’ seemed natural last weekend. I’m pretty strong-willed, so I don’t know if obeying someone is exactly up my alley.” It was tough holding a coherent conversation with Jasper who was now stroking my inner thigh.
“I think you probably have somewhat of a bratty nature.” He grabbed the back of my hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“Gee, thanks.” I said with a slight scowl.
“It’s not an insult, just a description. There’s no such thing as a cookie-cutter definition for anyone, but in the DDlg world, some subs are called ‘brats’ because they like being disciplined, treated sternly, and spanked.”
I was distracted by his massive hand on my thigh, rubbing the denim until it got hot. It was like being fondled by the Hulk, his single mitt was so huge and my inner minx fantasized about those fingers waking me up in wicked ways in the middle of the night.
“We can slowly experiment with training so it feels safe for you. You seem to have a lot to atone for in your life. I can definitely help with your demons and prove to you what a good girl you really are so you can stop worrying.”
Good girl. When he said those words, I felt a rush of pleasure, curled up against his side, and practically purred like a kitty cat sleeping on a sunny windowsill. The last thing anyone would accuse me of was being soft and cuddly, but Jasper was so irrefutable with his tone, I actually felt like a well-behaved little girl getting the best attention in the world—Daddy’s attention. God, was I sick? For some reason, it made so much sense; I felt the rightness of it in my belly.
“Tell me more,” I said, hooking my elbow through his “captain” and staring up at him.
“Like I said, it’s easier to show you than to tell you. Do you want to come over to my place for a bit?“
I nodded my acquiescence, too enthralled at the fairy-tale notion of Daddy protecting me and keeping me safe to listen to the jungle drums in my head. Their internal cadence warned me to flee before danger arrived, as it always did. For now, the fantasy won out.
I allowed Jasper to get the check, take my hand, and lead me outside. We walked down the sidewalk, and I permitted myself to enjoy the shield of his arm around my shoulders.
WHAT I AM WHEN I’M WITH YOU
“Your love is my scripture.”
-JAY-Z & Kanye West featuring The-Dream & Frank Ocean. No Church in the Wild, Def Jam Recordings, Roc Nation & Roc-A-Fella Records, 2015.
Chapter Seventeen
How can anyone be so terribly brave and terribly frightened at the same time?
She escaped to her woods after a horrific incident and never came back to town. I’d taken to thinking of her as my little wild thing, and I definitely wanted to tame her, but on her own terms.
We walked to my place, which was a few blocks off Main Street, and I could hear the incessant jangle of a tractor somewhere off in the dairy fields, relentless and persistent as my desire for Mia, which was pounding like a machine throughout my entire body.
I noticed her touching her security blanket, the shoulder harness strapped to her side, while she swiveled her head to look all around and even behind us. “We’re here.” I swooped my arm at the two-story, brick building in front of us. “I got this place fairly cheap before property prices went through the roof around here.”
She swallowed visibly before saying, “A black market economy will do that to real estate prices.”
“For sure, the marijuana industry sure changed our county. Housing prices went way up. I got lucky and found this place before the boom hit.”
We climbed the front steps of my place, and I got my keys out. “This place was the old firehouse back in the day. I’ve been able to update it as my kinda unique bachelor pad.“
I unlocked the door and swung it open, and possibly the ugliest dog in the world skittered around the corner. “This is Jolie. Say hello to the nice lady, Jolie.”
My dog snorted and snarfed her “hello” like an old man sleeping in his recliner.
“A bit of a misnomer, don’t you think?“
Ah, so my kitten understood a bit of French, recognizing the name meant “beautiful.”
“Shhh, you’ll hurt her feelings. She’s very sensitive.“
As if to belie the statement, Bella sat on Mia’s foot and nuzzled her ugly mug agai
nst her pant leg, begging for a pet. She won me over immediately when I saw her at the shelter. A canine mohawk sprouted off the top of her head, her black tufts looking like Muppet hair. Her expression was set in a permanent snaggletooth grin. Her tail was neither a stub nor full-length but halfway between with scraggly fur covering it in a random pattern of misplaced splotches.
“Come on.” I grabbed Mia’s hand in mine. “Let me give you a tour.“ I led her past the kitchen where steam rose from the dishwasher, which had just completed its cycle, into the open living room.
It was a stark contrast to her neatly appointed, efficient, and spatially conservative tree house, which was like the bridge of an elegant sailing vessel.
The sprawling wide open space of my place was topped by stained concrete with sizable throw rugs placed here and there to warm it up.
“Impressive,” she said. “You could start a commune in this place.“
“Or raise a lot of babies.” Way to introduce the creep factor on her, Jasper, bring up babies on the first real date. I stepped toward her and put a hand on each of her shoulders. “How about tonight we just practice baby making?” Not sure that was any better.
I bent down and took her round lower lip between my teeth, pulling gently, then placed both lips on hers. It felt so natural, and I wanted more. I slid my hands down her arms to her sides, pulling her closer to me.
“What have we here?“ I asked and patted her holster.
“I always carry.“
“I’ll have to watch my P’s and Q’s with you.“
“Damn straight.“
“Can I convince you to slip out of that and into something more comfortable, or are you planning to bring it with you to bed?”
“Maybe. But I don’t want you to get the idea you’re the boss of me because I do what you ask.”
“We’ll see, little one.“
She cocked an eyebrow at me, and my right hand tingled with the urge to spank.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting forever to do this.“ I picked her up effortlessly, carried her to the open kitchen, and sat her on top of the quartz countertop. Once I had her trapped there, I stood between her legs, grabbed the zipper of her bomber jacket, and slowly unzipped, all the while distracting her with nibbling kisses.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous, baby. I didn’t imagine you in real life would be even better than my fantasies.” I carefully unbuckled her holster and set it on the countertop. “You’re safe here. You won’t be needing this.“
She rubbed her palms up and down her jeans when I took the gun away. She was featherlight in my arms when I scooped her off the counter, holding her body to my chest, and carried her into the bedroom. I hit the remote, and Josh Turner’s “Your Man” started playing softly in the background.
“I know what you need,” I told her.
“Oh really?” she said doubtfully. “If so, you’d be the first.“
“Have faith in my talents, baby girl. What you need is a little TLC.“
“Seriously? Tender loving care? With that remark and your choice in music, I’m a little bit concerned about your baseline level of taste.“
“Not tender loving care. TLC. Tender licking care.“ I wagged my eyebrows at her, sensing she needed a little levity in her life. I set her on the mattress, and she scooted back against the headboard, legs crossed, wound tighter than a Swiss clock.
“Look, I told you before, nothing would please me more than to be the boss of you. But I’m not going to do anything against your will. I had the feeling we both wanted to head in the same direction tonight. Am I right?”
“Look, I’m attracted to you. I think any woman with a pulse would be.” My cock swelled at the compliment. “I don’t know why, but you make me nervous as hell. But at the same time, I feel out of harm’s way with you.”
“Well, hopefully you consider me more than a piece of meat and we’ve built a little trust between us.”
She rolled her eyes. Brat.
“Tell you what. I’m in no hurry. I’ve waited a long time and gone without sex enough, so a little bit more time isn’t going to kill me. I want you like crazy right now, and I’d love to rip off those jeans and shove my tongue against your pretty little clit, but I can be a gentleman if it’s what you need.”
“When you talk like that, it makes me want you,” she said.
It was my lucky day. There are two kinds of people in the world—those who liked dirty talk and those who would rather remain silent. I fell in the latter camp, and lucky for me, Mia did too.
“Then why don’t you take off your shirt for me, baby girl? Let Daddy see those pretty titties.”
It was like a swish shot from the free throw line to hear her suck in her breath. She was either shocked or excited—or both. The sight of her chest heaving made my breath speed up in sync with her.
I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and ripped it over my head. “Put your hands on me, Mia. I need to feel your touch.”
She rubbed her soft palms over my hairy, rock-hard pecs, and I was done for. “Keep it up, and I’m going to have to ravish you. Now take off those jeans for me and let me give you the TLC you deserve.“
She lifted her hips and slid the tight jeans off her feet. I needed a moment to take her all in—the sensual, visual feast of her body on display. She was gorgeous. Her swollen lips pushed out above the rest of her face, her tight nipples poking through the lace of her bra, begging to be pinched. I lowered my lips to the place above her heart, tracing the scars with my lips and tongue. “You’re beautiful everywhere, Mia.” I raised my head to look at her, “You going to tell me how you got these?” I placed a soft kiss at the most angry looking scar on her collar bone.
“Some day. I’m sure you could find out any time you wanted to if you don’t feel like waiting. It’s part of the Briarville rumor mill.”
“No thanks. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me. For now I’d like to focus on those delectable, puffy cunt lips of yours.” I noticed they were beginning to wet the barely there panties she wore. I needed to devour her.
“Be good a girl now. Daddy’s going to take your panties off, and I want you to open your legs for me.”
Unbelievably, she did as she was told. From the wetness stamping the insides of her thighs, it was clear my cock wasn’t the only thing that was ready to fuck.
“Let’s see what this does for you.” As a warmup, I slapped her left buttock which was nicely exposed with her hip parallel to the ceiling where she lay on the bed.
She wriggled and leapt against my chest, holding me tight and saying, “Daddy!”
“Do you like that, little girl?”
She nodded her affirmation. I swatted her three more times to make her glow, and she swiveled her hips on the comforter, inviting me to explore. My right hand slid down to check her wetness.
I pushed apart her lips with my fingers, staring at the juicy petals before me. It took all of my strength not to plunge my cock into it right then and there. Best leave my jeans on so as not to be overly tempted. This was all about her. It was time she had a chance to be taken care of like she deserved. She needed to feel bone deep she was safe with me. She could have every single one of her desires fulfilled, and there was no expectation of reciprocation.
Even if it killed me.
“I know I said I would give you tender licking care. But first, this little pussy looks like it needs to be nibbled.” I lowered myself to take her clit in my mouth, squeezing it between my teeth to see how she liked it. Her stomach began to rise and fall faster as soon as I said those dirty words, encouraging me to take her protruding nub and chew her gently. She tasted of kiwi and gasped and whined when I bit down more firmly.
Jackpot. She moaned a sound of agony and ecstasy, which I recognized as my name. Her head thrashed from side to side as I alternated between licking, sucking, and nibbling her sweet clit. I ran my fingers up and down her juicy folds, using the moisture to slide easily inside of her. When she began to buck slowly
on the mattress, actively fucking my fingers, I lost it.
I swirled my tongue like a tilt-a-whirl, then gripped her bud between my teeth and bit down softly before backing off again and lapping around and around the sensitive button, going for gold. I struck it when the shudders wracked her body and she hurled herself at my mouth, screaming, “Daddy!”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was hearing voices when clear as a bell the word rang out in my head.
Mine.
Chapter Eighteen
My body felt like I had done yoga, gone for a five-mile hike, and then sat in the hot tub with a glass of chardonnay or two. Next to Jasper’s TLC afterglow, it was as if I had been frozen under ice for years.
Flames flicked through my body, concentrating at the wet furnace between my legs as he applied his technique. I could feel the pleasurable, stinging remnant of his slaps while his mouth did things to my pussy I had only read and written about but never actually experienced in bed.
There was an invisible rope pulling my belly button up to the ceiling in an attempt to bury Jasper’s mouth between my legs. I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. Moaning. Panting. And when a powerful explosion ripped through my body, I uttered a cry that surprised the hell out of me. “Daddy!”
It took a bit for my body to calm the fuck down. My breath still came in gasps. Jasper crawled up to eye level with me, watching me intently and petting my hair.
He placed the tip of his fingers on my lower lip and traced my mouth.
“Seems like you were a little overdue for TLC, precious.”
“You have no idea.” I rubbed his soft, silky hair between my fingers, getting my fill of his lime scent. “I even surprised myself.“
“It was quite a sight to behold. You’re beautiful, Mia. Every part of you, but this place is paradise.” He slid a hand down to cup my pussy.
I surprised myself even more by falling fast asleep in his arms and actually staying that way through the night.