by Dani Wyatt
My closet overflows with dresses that cost more than I used to make in six months. I’ve even taken to wearing heels now that I’m better and Roan makes sure I have a new pair for him to enjoy on me almost every day.
He showers me with gifts, and I feel so guilty, but he says he’s never cared about spending his money before me, so I shouldn’t deny him his pleasure. He brings me breakfast in bed almost every day since he’s up at dawn and I barely can make sense of the world until ten AM.
I feel like I’ve stepped into another dimension and even though in some ways, our life is simple, in other ways, I’m the most pampered girl I’ve ever known.
I’ve moved in here, and it feels like I’ve been with Roan for years. We fell into our relationship like cookies and milk, and today I have a surprise for my mountain man to celebrate.
In the mirror looking back, I see myself, but I see more than the Betty I was just two weeks ago.
I look more confident. I feel more confident.
The doctor I’ve been seeing did discover a treatable balance disorder in my inner ear, and the unsteady feeling I’ve lived with my entire life is nearly gone.
I wear a pressure patch on the top of my ear, and he also put me on a medication that stabilized the fluid in my inner ear. It’s like the earth has finally stopped shifting under my feet, and that’s just so incredible to me. I didn’t even realize what life was like for everyone else.
So, today, I’m going to give Roan something that the Betty that came before would have never done. Roan’s made comments about how hot he thought I looked that day in the latex, but he would never ask me to wear something like that again unless it was comfortable for me.
But I could see in his eyes the desire there, and now looking at myself...I gotta say, I look hot.
I opted to make a red sleeveless latex mini dress. I ordered the fabric online, red latex with black trim, and it’s sexy and cute at the same time. The rubbery fabric feels odd, yet strangely secure like a second skin.
I take a spin around the room in the heels and even though my feet aren’t totally comfortable, I don’t feel like I’m going to topple over at any moment.
“I’m waiting impatiently, Betty.”
His deep voice makes me shiver, knowing the marathon sex session that will likely follow my little fashion show will leave me walking gingerly for a few days.
“Go into the living room. Stand by the deck windows and look down the hall. I’m coming out in ten seconds.”
I take a deep breath and look around the bedroom. Roan insisted on redecorating the house once I was officially moved in, and even though I protested, he won the battle.
He wanted the place to be ours, he even offered to build a new house, anything I wanted. But truth is this place is what I would build if I had my choice, so we agreed on redecorating. The bedroom still has the crisp white duvet and bedding—I insisted we keep that—but I’ve softened the rest of the room with some floral patterns and pops of color.
It’s still masculine, but with a feminine balance that makes us both feel like we are at home. We are working our way through the rest of the house, but between fucking, helping Dennis, and Roan’s work, our time is limited.
He also set up a sewing room for me, and I now volunteer at the animal shelter five days a week for a few hours while Roan is at work. I’m also taking some animal training classes from someone the head of the shelter recommended. More like an apprenticeship of sorts.
Roan drives me everywhere, but next week I’m starting driver’s training. Now that I feel so much better, it’s something I know I need to conquer. And with Roan supporting me I know I’ll be behind the wheel in no time.
Roan thought about quitting his job, just so we would be together every moment of every day, but when I saw him in the woods chopping down a tree, then splitting it into logs, I could see how it was a part of him. It calmed him, and...well...for my own selfishness alone, it is so hot to watch.
With every crack of his ax, my panties got more and more wet. By the time he came back in the house, I practically attacked him and insisted he not quit his job until he no longer enjoyed the work, or it was physically too much for him.
We fucked and agreed.
“Baby, I’m dying out here,” Roan calls to me from across the house and with a final deep breath, I take the handle of the bedroom door and step out into the hallway.
As soon as his eyes connect to me, his jaw drops, and he rubs his forehead like he’s about to pass out.
I’m proud of how steady I feel, even in the heels, as I do my best sexy walk down the hall and into the living room, watching the growing desire on his face.
“You are sent straight from heaven.” Roan crosses his arms over his chest as the sky from behind him warms the room in streaks of orange and pink. “Stop right there and spin around. Slowly.”
His voice is deep and firm, and I’m still surprised that I react to his bossy side the way I do. The old Betty would have thought it was degrading to be so compliant with his commands, but the new Betty understands it’s not what most would think.
He cares for me and loves me with such a fierceness, this other part of him is just the yin-and-yang of his dominant nature, and I’ve come to understand they cannot be separated. Not that I would want to.
I swallow and do as he asks, turning slowly with my arms out slightly from my hips, like one of those little ballerinas inside a jewelry box. He makes me feel like his most precious treasure, and I love seeing the effect I have on him.
“Are you wet?” he asks. “Dressing up for me, doing what I ask...makes my little girl wet for me, doesn’t it?”
I nod on a half spin. “Yes.”
“Come here.” He orders, pointing to the floor in front of him, and I comply knowing I’ll do almost anything he wants.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever encountered. Half beast, half scholar, and the most supportive person I’ve ever had in my life.
I step through the living room to stop on the spot he’s pointing to, just in front of him, and I know that look in his eyes.
I’ve embraced my sexy inner vixen with Roan when we are alone, but when we are out in public, I still dress conservatively. Mainly because any man who dares look my way gets a death glare from Roan and I don’t ever want to incite a fight. Besides, I’m a conservative girl still, just with Roan in this part of our life I can release my inner slut and see the power I have over him.
He steps forward and claims my mouth with a deep, hard kiss, and my knees still go weak when he kisses me like this. His beard scratches on my skin, and a rush of arousal soaks between my legs.
When he draws back, I whisper into his ear, “If I was wearing panties, they would be soaked. But I’m not.”
I hear the growl rumble from his chest and my pussy throbs, wanting what I know will be an orgasm-fest from his fingers, mouth, and cock over the next few hours.
Yes, hours.
The man has stamina like I didn’t think possible.
A strong hand slips behind my neck, and I stare into his face. His broad forehead is tight. His features are that of a woodsman, but I know under all that flannel beats the heart of a good man, one that would lay down his life for what belongs to him.
“You are my everything.” He whispers back into my ear. “All of you belongs to me. Don’t ever forget that, Sprite. Forever.”
He tugs my head back by my hair, and I have to say I love it. His teeth take a bite of my neck and the combination of his hand in my hair and the sharp pain push me nearly to orgasm.
The tension between us heats and vibrates, and I wonder how I ever lived without his love. It’s the shroud that centers me, allows me to be fully me, and I do the same for him. The balance of soft and hard between us creates the perfect mixture that feeds us both in ways we didn’t know we needed.
“And you are my King,” I reply and wonder if he knows how true that is.
I look to him for so much, not sure how I would eve
n live without him—even after such a short time.
“Then worship me.” His words make me tremble and his hand tangles in my hair, joined by the other before he uses both to push me down.
I eagerly drop to my knees, looking up over his hard body. This has become one of my favorite perspectives. I adore looking up at him, seeing the devotion and fire in his eyes when I do.
My eager fingers work his belt, then open his button and zipper. Roan helps by reaching down and pulling his thick erection free, and I replace his hand with mine at the base and squeeze around the rock-hard flesh.
I run my tongue first around his balls and hear him hiss with need. His hands grip my head, his hips already rocking into my face. I cup the weight in one hand as my mouth works the textured skin.
“God, baby, you have a mouth on you.”
His words drive desire through me. Giving him pleasure has become my muse and there are times we battle for the position of one pleasing the other.
I draw one of his balls deep into my mouth, sucking and licking as his fingers tighten in my hair while I stroke his length with my other hand. Then I tip my head back to look up into those blue eyes, as they look down into mine, and the lust I see there makes me feel like a queen.
“Suck me, baby girl. Show me how much you love me with your mouth.”
I do as he asks, taking the swollen head between my lips and letting him take over as he usually does. He eases his cock, inch by inch, forward until I start to gag. Then he pulls back, giving me a moment, before easing forward again and I take as much of him as I can, down my throat.
Drops of his salty release spread over my tongue, and I swallow every precious bead.
I look up between thrusts, seeing the primal beast in his eyes coming out to play, and I squeeze my thighs together at the growing tension there. My hands drop to the backs of his thighs and hold on as he controls my head, driving his length deep into my throat.
Spit drips off my lips, and Roan’s face is twisted in pleasured agony when he pulls out, leaving me gasping with tears running down my face.
“Come here.”
He reaches down with both hands and pulls me to my feet, leading me out onto the deck. The setting sun falls behind the trees as he spins me around and bends me over the rail, his rough fingertips gripping the bottom of the latex dress and pulling it up and over my ass.
“Get your hand on your clit, little girl. I want to feel you play with yourself while I fuck you.”
I gasp as I comply and he lines up the head of his enormous cock, then drives it into my soaking opening in one breathtaking thrust while I work my fingers on my clit with one hand, desperately trying to hold onto the rail with the other.
His cock still hurts, but in the most glorious way possible, and before I know it, I’m exploding in an orgasm so forceful it makes me moan and cry as his hands grip my hips and show me no mercy.
My body shakes as the waves of one orgasm tumble into another, and I lay my cheek down on the rail, feeling the rough board scraping across my face as Roan’s driving cock moves faster and faster.
When I feel the first jet hit me, Roan roars into the evening sky. I clench around his cock, desperate to milk every drop of his cum from him.
I’m gasping and crying and moaning all at the same time when Roan sinks all the way into me, holds himself there, and releases his load until it is dripping out of me.
Roan pulls out, spins me around and puts me back on my knees, my head still spinning from the pounding I just received.
“Clean me up, baby. Remember, don’t ever waste a drop.”
“Gladly. I’ll always take care of you. However, whenever, for as long as you’d like, my King.”
“Good girl. My precious good girl.”
His hands soften on my head and I know I must look like a disaster at this point, but in his eyes, I know I’ve never been more beautiful. He makes me feel that way every day.
As the sun sets and I lick and suck him to another orgasm, knowing from the look in his eye there is more pleasure for me than I can probably stand coming my way, I feel a twinge inside me.
Something I’ve not felt before after we made love.
I stop, look up at him, and he smiles like he knows.
“I just planted myself inside you.”
My head spins as one hand goes to my belly.
“I think so. I think one of my wishes is about to come true. I’m going to be a mom.”
“Then you better get your sweet ass planning that wedding. Or I’m going to drag you to the Justice of the Peace. I want all of you, baby. And I won’t settle for anything less.”
Chapter Eleven
Roan
EIGHT YEARS LATER
“How many puppies?” Erika, our seven-year-old, jumps up and down clapping her hands. Her green eyes shine in the sun, and her two dark braids hang down over her shoulders.
“So far, fourteen. Purdy is still laying down, there may be a few more.” I pat her head and hear the other four kids yelping and running around in the living room, playing monkey in the middle with Candice and Bill.
“Thank goodness they came over when they did.” Betty’s eyes match Erika’s in color and excitement. “I was sure we had another week or so. Dealing with four kids and a full-on canine maternity ward at the same time would have been tough.”
I shake my head and follow Betty back into the bedroom, where we’ve set up a makeshift doggy nursery.
“As we have learned, babies come when they are ready, not necessarily when we are.” I chuckle as I think about the truth of those words. Erika trails next to me, and I reach down and take her hand, giving it a little squeeze. “You sure surprised us.”
She giggles and chimes in. “I know, I know. Mommy had me in the living room.”
“That’s right. When you decided to arrive, you were impatient.”
We will probably never tell Erika the entire story. When Betty was pregnant with her, at about thirty-nine weeks, her tiny body was so done with carrying around the basketball she had me fucking her ten times a day in the hope that the orgasms and cock pounding would put her into labor.
Well, it did.
Faster than we would have expected. From the first contraction to me holding our first baby girl was about forty-five minutes, tops. That was a turning point in my life. I knew love because of Betty, but the kind of fierce, nearly psychotic sort of love I have now for my wife and my family?
Hell hath no wrath like a father protecting his own. I pity any being that harms one of mine. My dark side knows no bounds in this department.
Since Erika’s quick entry into the world, we keep our fucking a bit more controlled and know from the first twinge of a contraction it means a phone call to the midwife. Since I delivered our first, we decided having all our children here at home was what we wanted, and Betty is a superstar in the birthing department, and that whole process still amazes me.
Inside the bedroom, Purdy is licking another new puppy as the other wiggly fourteen fight to find their way to latch on.
“Fifteen!” Erika drops my hand and rushes to the edge of the whelping box we made. It’s painted white with black dots. When we found out Purdy was expecting, all the kids helped—even our youngest, Frankie, who just turned one.
“I gotta say, you women leave me in awe.”
Betty looks over and smiles. “It ain’t easy.” She chuckles, rubbing her round belly. “But it’s worth it.”
We step closer to Purdy, who gives us a tired stare.
“I agree. I only wish I could help more.”
“You help in more ways than you know. And we all are grateful for you. You are the best husband and father I could have hoped for.”
I kiss the top of her head as she kneels next to Erika to watch Purdy take on motherhood in style.
Pongo was fixed, so we never worried too much about puppies, but eight months ago we adopted another Dalmatian from a rescue, and before we could get him to the vet to have him
clipped, he and Purdy apparently got down and dirty while no one was watching.
I felt a little bad for Pongo, but he took it in stride, and all three of the dogs get along like they’ve been here together all along.
“Can we keep them? All of them?”
I shake my head on an exhale. “We’ll see, honey. That’s a lot of dogs.”
Betty puts her arm around Erika. “Aunt Candice and Uncle Bill already said they are going to take two. And a couple of the guys from Daddy’s work said they wanted a puppy too, so it’s only fair that we let them have good homes, even if it’s not here with us.”
Erika narrows her eyes at Betty, then at me, twisting her lips. She’s clearly not happy about the arrangements.
We sit with Purdy for another half hour, and when no more puppies appear, we leave the exhausted new momma to her brood and give her some space.
We trek back to the now quiet living room and look out the kitchen window to see Candice, Bill and our other four kiddos playing on the massive swing set fort I built a couple of years after Erika was born.
“Let’s go outside.” Betty walks to the front door and Erika runs by her and down the steps toward the group.
“Hey.” I pull Betty’s hand back, and she spins to look at me. “Let her go.” I tug her back toward me and close the door. “I need some me time.”
Betty laughs but moves closer to me. “I like your kind of ‘me time.’”
We speed our steps down the hall to the bedroom. She’s wearing one of my favorite dresses, one she made while we were in those first days of our relationship. It’s white with these little cherries, and it always makes me remember the honor she gave me of taking her for the first time.
My desire for her has never lessened, but when she’s pregnant, I have to say I’m more insatiable than ever. There’s something about her round belly, her tits seem to grow bigger with every pregnancy, and she’s been full of milk since Erika arrived, which also is such a fucking turn on for me.