by Wyatt, Dani
No, those will never be enough ever again.
She’s spinning faster, faster, like a dervish…the water now up around her calves as she holds her skirt pinched in her fingers, pulling it upward, just above the water, her head back, eyes unfocused, and I see a little girl. Lost. Alone.
I felt her father’s coldness toward her. There’s no love there and I intend to show her what a father should be like. Caring. Nurturing. Guiding. I want to give her all of that and so much more.
Just when I think her beauty almost too much for me to bear, her dance comes to a crescendo, she freezes, then falls backward, like a sacrifice into the water.
A splash around her body and she’s gone.
And I can’t breathe.
Time stands still. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been as she rises up, like the birth of Venus, her gauzy clothing clinging to her thin body, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from jizzing in my pants.
My cum feels like it’s boiling in my balls, surging and pressurized, ready to fill her until she’s bred with me, then keep filling her until every bedroom in my ridiculously large house is stuffed with our spawn. I never knew, when I renovated the enormous barn into a house, why I put in so many fucking bedrooms, but now I do.
She’s walking toward me as I lean forward, my eyes pinned to her taut nipples and the fabric that clings to her slight hips. She’s childlike in her way, but a well-honed vixen in another.
Jesus, I don’t know how old she is. I’m in deep, too deep…
She giggles and her steps turn into skips as she comes closer, and I marvel at the perfection of her. What man wouldn’t lust after such beauty and innocence? That thought spears me in the throat. From now on, I’ll be the one to stand between her and the voyeurs that lust after her. I’ll cloak her in feed sacks and canvas tarps when she’s not with me.
“It’s perfect here. The sound, I could hear the music in my head like an orchestra was playing just for me.”
I growl in response, her body on display under the translucent, soaked fabric. She’s not wearing a bra, and she doesn’t need one. But what if her top fell too low while she danced at the fair? I grit my teeth, thinking of someone else getting a glimpse of what’s mine.
“Come here.” I hear my low voice like it belongs to someone else, as I point at the grass just between my spread legs.
She steps forward, her cherry-red lips parted as she breathes, her chest rising and falling. Her intoxicating eyes looking more exotic with her wet hair stuck to her cheeks.
“Right here?” She stops just where I’m pointing and her compliance and obedience only make my cock more desperate.
“Yes,” I answer, then consider my next words carefully. Whatever she’s done to me, cannot now be undone. I can only hope this isn’t a game for her. “I need to ask you a very important question. You need to be truthful, always, but right now it’s imperative.”
“Okay.” The joy in her eyes turns somber but I have to know.
“How old are you, Kezia?” I keep my voice even, trying to hide the fear.
“Nineteen,” she answers, shoulders back. “I look young, I know. But I’m really nineteen.”
Thank fuck.
I do my best to hide the relief and move on to what’s next, something far less stressful and yet maybe even more important. “You’re going to call someone Daddy from now on.”
Her eyes light from behind, the darkness in them dancing with fire as her cheeks flush. “I am?”
“Yes. You’ll call me Daddy…and I’ll need things from you. Things only you’ll give me. Do you understand, little one?”
I see the skin on her arms turn to goose bumps, and she twists her thighs together as my mouth waters, wondering what she tastes like. “I think so.” The words are almost imperceptible, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s with me.
“You’re soaking,” I say, the double meaning not lost on her as her eyelashes flutter and she tucks her lower lip between her teeth.
“Well, water will do that to you.” She smiles and her toes curl in the grass.
“Take off your clothes. They’ll dry on the rocks there...” I point to the boulders next to the bench. “Then, come sit on Daddy’s lap. I’ll get you warmed up. Skirt first…”
She pauses, frozen for a moment, as this new beast inside of me roars and I wonder for a moment if I’m lost in a dream. Was I shot? In another wreck? Is this is all just an unconscious wonderland from which I will wake, in pain and lost because she won’t be with me?
“Do it.” I harden the command, trying to stay in the moment, prove to myself this is real and her hands dart to the red cord belt, loosening it then letting the fabric fall in a wet bunch around her feet. “Fuck,” I growl, her legs barely touching from thigh to ankles and she’s stunning, but I wonder if she’s kept this thin on purpose. To please the crowd.
The thought has angry fire building inside of me but that will have to wait. Right now, my little one needs me and I need her. “Shirt, panties, then come here…” I tap my thigh and sit up straight, watching her strip the last of her clothing, her body on full display, and she doesn’t hesitate as picks up each piece of her clothing, tossing them onto the rocks then walks ahead within my reach.
I take her slight hips in my hands, her flesh cool under my grip as I guide her down onto my thigh, her naked body shimmering in the sun as I run my hands up and down her back, shifting her into position.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, her small tits perfect, dark nipples drawn tight.
“Daddy’s going to give you a ride. Then, you’re going to give him something.”
Her eyes flicker as I hold her hips, slowly gliding her spread-open pussy on top of my thigh. She bites her lip as I bounce my leg beneath her, her upper body leaning closer, her puckered nipples bouncing so close to my lips I can already taste them.
“I’ve always wanted my Daddy to give me a horsey ride.” Her words flame the fire she’s lit inside me as I feel the heat from her wet cunt drench my thigh.
“No one’s ever given you one before?” I hold my breath. As much as my fantasy tells me she’s pure, reality could taint things, but she quickly shakes her head. Her wet hair dripping rivulets of glistening water onto her creamy skin.
“Never. No one’s ever given me…” My heart is about to ram through my chest wall as I wait for her to finish. “Anything. Not even a kiss. Not a real kiss, I mean. A grown-up kiss…”
“That’s why you danced for me, isn’t it? You knew you would dance and I’d lose control. That I’d want you.”
She nods as she starts to roll her hips, pressing her clit down on the hard muscle as I bounce her small body up and down.
“You were made for me. You were made for this. For pleasing me, for being my toy, my little girl. Who am I?”
I grind her down harder, her fingertips digging into my chest as her mouth falls open, eyes pinned to mine, and I wait, each second creating a memory until she finally answers.
“Daddy.”
“Not just Daddy, your Daddy. Only you,” I grit out, taking one hand and cupping her tit while she rides my thigh, seeking what I’m giving.
She tenses, arching, and I bring my mouth forward, her nipple dancing on my lips, drawing it into my mouth, feeling her start to melt. Her body moves, trying to find relief as I pull her to me, her thigh rubbing against my balls.
“Yes.” Her face twists, pain and pleasure mingling as her fingers dig in harder and I grind her cunt down, hot, as her liquid lust seeps from her perfect little pussy.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she huffs out. “I think so, I’ve never…” She throws her head back, her hands slipping around my shoulders as she humps my thigh, almost riding my hip, her body against mine as we move together.
“Never?”
“No.” She rocks back and forth, her warm breath at my ear. “I could never, I haven’t been able…we share tents and—” She s
tutters, her thoughts breaking apart. “I just couldn’t.”
“Shhhhh, little one. It’s okay. You were saving it for me. That’s a good girl.”
“Oh god.” She clings tighter, my leg bouncing faster as her body twists and pushes down. She’s found her rhythm, her hips gyrating in circles as she centers her weight on her clit.
“You’re soaking my me, little one. You like riding Daddy’s leg? It makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
She nods into my shoulder, her arms around the back of my neck as I grip the back of her hair with one hand and look at her face.
“Daddy’s going to give you a grown-up kiss now. You want to be a big girl for me, don’t you?”
“Ahhhh, yes,” she hisses, her eyes no more than slits now, but I see no fear in them, only desire. She needs this, like I do, and I think it’s as shocking to her as it is to me.
She moans as I take her mouth, our tongues finding each other in a manic race to what’s coming. Her body shifting and seeking, her leg giving my balls just enough friction, but who am I kidding? I could shoot off right now just from her fucking scent.
“I want to hear your first orgasm. I want to smell it, then…” I squeeze her tight, her hair in one hand, her ass in my other. “Then I’m going to taste it. So come for me, little sprite. Give me what I need.”
Her thighs tighten on mine and her body tenses. She screams and her hips twitch and twist, a gush of hot liquid lust covers my leg as I cream in my pants. I go off so hard I see fucking stars as her body trembles and I take her mouth again, wanting to taste her while she comes.
Wanting to taste her everywhere.
I dig my fingers into her juicy, ripe ass, and revel in watching her move on my leg until her eyes roll back and she calls my name into the sky.
She’s mine already, there are just details to settle now. Details I’ll settle at the first opportunity.
“That’s it, baby. That’s Daddy’s special girl…you deserve to feel so good.”
She coos and moans, as her hips twitch and her lean body tenses then relaxes, over and over, until my thigh is soaked and I can’t believe how I feel for this girl I barely know.
“Look at you.” I brush her hair behind her ear as she pants and tries to focus. “I bet you taste sweeter than that cotton candy they sell at the fair.”
She gives me a little shrug as I kiss her, slower this time, sweeter, because as much as I want to fuck her into forever, I want to cherish her like she’s my own daughter.
I can’t believe I just thought that…
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she breathes, and it’s as though she’s inside my head neither of us sure about what’s happening here. I run my hands down her back, hugging her into me for reassurance.
“I can’t believe it either, but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her eyes snap wide, exotic pools of hope and doubt. “That can’t be true.” Her voice falters, the little girl inside needing someone to be her champion against the world. And I am here to take that position.
I pinch her chin, forcing her sight line to mine.
“That is true. I don’t understand it all either, I’ll be honest, but I know what I know. I haven’t touched a woman since I was young and stupid. And, I’m not young and stupid anymore.”
We stare at each other for a moment, the summer sun breaking through the branches, making her stunning face look like a masterpiece in the warm light.
“But I am.” She smiles, her eyes lighting with a youthful twinkle as her voice takes on a childlike quality, and that part of me she’s unearthed grows stronger.
“Yes, baby, you are young. But far from stupid.” I lick my lips, then look down her body, my eyes on the little patch of dark hair above her pussy lips. “Stand up.” I lift her as I give her the instruction and move her to stand between my spread legs. “Reach down and get some of your sweet juice on your fingers and feed it to me.”
“What?”
“Baby, do as I say or your ass is going to be over my knee. It’s what I want, and part of your job will be to give me what I want.”
She eyes me with a moment of doubt, but then nipping her lip, the mixture of purity and vixen lights her face, making my dick even harder. She slowly runs her fingers down between her barely-there tits, over her flat belly, between where her hip bones are more prominent than they should be and finally into the honey pot that already has me under its spell.
Her lips fall open as she reaches down, her fingers wiggling between her little pussy lips before she draws them back upward.
“Like this?” She pouts, holding her slick, soaked fingers in front of her, splaying them wide, showing me the shimmering webbing of her cum stretching between them.
“Now, feed me…” I open my mouth, grabbing her wrist and pulling it forward. Her fingers slide inside and her flavor rushes through me like a lava, burning me from the inside out, and I’ve never imagined tasting heaven, but this is it.
Sweet and addicting, and I know I’ll never get enough.
“More,” I command, and she complies, repeating the actions and slipping more of her delicious sticky release between my lips.
I pull her close, kissing her everywhere within reach in between her fingerfuls of silky nectar, and I know if I don’t stop here, this train is going to run off the tracks.
As much as I want to mount her virgin cunt on my steel rod right here, it’s too soon. I need her trust as much as I need her pussy and I’m willing to wait, even though it feels like it’s going to kill me.
“Such a good girl.” I cup her cheek and get to my feet, adjusting my hard-on into the most comfortable position possible as she looks down to see the obvious bulge. “Have you ever even seen a man before?”
Her bright eyes turn sad and I already want to hurt someone. “Yes and no. I mean, some of the men in our family, group…whatever you call it, they like to tease us. They get drunk and show it to us then—”
Rage engulfs me like a tornado and I have to put my hand over her mouth or I’m going to go postal on every one of those fuckers in her little tribe. “Sorry, baby. You’re going to have to finish that story another time. I’m carrying a gun, and I have to make sure I’m around to take care of you. Sorry.”
I drop my hand, barely able to see straight, but I have to stay calm for her.
“It’s okay. It’s not a life like most people know.” The break in her voice tells me I may have to kill someone after all.
“Well, your life is about to change.”
She gives me a sad smile, her lips tight as she looks up at the sky. “I really should get back. Father will want me there for tonight’s performance. It’s where we get the most tips. The patrons have been drinking most of the day and they get a little freer with their money.”
I growl. The thought of anyone with their eyes on her only fuels my red rage. But tearing her away from her ‘family’ right now may be premature. I want her to believe in me and what I see for us, even if it’s going at lightning speed.
“Fine. We’ll go, but I’m staying to watch. No one is going to touch my pretty baby. No one but me.”
Chapter 8
Kezia
The warmth of the fire burning behind the stage takes the chill from the air, but I still shiver as I take deep breaths. My dance finale of the evening drew more cheers and tips than usual but it feels empty to me.
Emptier than usual I should say.
Merrick is still out in the crowd. He practically threw half the men to the ground for making remarks about me or reaching out and trying to touch me as I spun and danced.
I barely know him, but my every thought is consumed like tinder in a forest fire.
Merrick. Merrick.
Daddy.
It runs on repeat inside my head, pushing everything else out. He’s created a tsunami inside of me, flooding everything, washing away so much of the heaviness and doubt I’ve carried my whole life.
I can see
by the way Papa is looking at me as he approaches, he knows something is different and, I’m either in trouble or he’s eaten a bad turkey leg again.
“Papa, I can ex—” I begin, thinking I’ll head off the problem, but he doesn’t seem to hear me as he steps into my personal space.
“He’s on the hook,” he mutters, smiling for the sake of appearances as the rest of our group moves around the fire and chatters, getting ready to wind down for the evening, which usually includes liquor, other substances and sex. “You are the bait, but you have not given him more than you are allowed, have you?” His jawline tightens, his voice thick.
“No, Papa.” I half-lie. I’m never to let our marks touch me more than holding my hand or a peck on my cheek, so what I did with Merrick today would be seen as a horrible indiscretion.
“Good. He’s got it bad but you need to keep him away. He’s disrupting the crowd, making it harder for us to work. You will go with him again tomorrow. Miss the performances and keep him occupied all day. It’s our last day here and the crowd will be big, and so will our take.”
My throat constricts when I see Merrick snaking through the group behind the stage, heading our way.
He’s magnificent, more so than earlier today, and the way he made me feel takes away the tension in my center and I want to fling myself into him.
“Good evening, Sheriff!” My father puts on his best booming, showman’s voice. “You enjoyed the show yet again.”
Merrick’s jaw hardens as he puts his hands on his belt, his gun still holstered as he looks at me, then turns his broad shoulders square to my father. The tension in his body tells me he’s still on alert, not the way he relaxed with me at the waterfall. There’s a fluttering tingle low inside me when I think of the orgasm and I still see the vague outline of dried evidence on his pant leg.
The way he looked at me, kissed me, like I was already his, and for a brief time all the pressures and problems of my life floated away in that little lake.
“Sure,” he grunts out, and I can see he would like to say more but he’s holding back. “Was beautiful.”