“Sassy little girls like you only respond to one thing—having their bottoms punished. And if you ever were to decide you could handle a relationship with me as your daddy, you’d find that we can be quite creative in the corrections department.” Another spank landed, my hips wiggling, my face tightening in pain. How had I ever dreamed of this? It burned so much worse than I had ever anticipated. A loud smack echoed as I cried in pain. The spanking had tears burning in my eyes. “There’s more than one way to punish a bottom.”
I wanted so badly to rub my ass but he had one hand pinned and the other held my torso up off of the desk. My bottom stung and my mind reeled. How on Earth could a daddy punish your bottom other than spanking it? My imagination ran wild, causing my cheeks to burn.
“I, uh... it’s just that, ow! I, uh,” I stuttered.
“Stop talking and start listening. What you did was dangerous and reckless.” He spanked as he lectured. His big hand rose then fell, covering every inch of my sore bottom. The pain went from a smart stinging to a slow, hot burning fire over my whole ass. Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes from the pain.
It had been a stupid decision. All the worry and angst I had felt over the evening came flooding back. Somehow having a big, strong man pin me to a desk and spank my ass while he told me how wrong I’d been cleansed me of my guilt. I made a mistake and now I was being held accountable in the most fundamental way possible. A chastisement. “You’re right. I’m sorry! It won’t happen again.”
“Damn straight it won’t,” he said.
The spanking stopped. He released my arm. As if by an animalistic instinct I turned around, throwing myself into his arms. Pressing my face against his shirt, I murmured, “I do feel better.” His protective arms wrapped around me, his hands wandering down to my ass. He lightly brushed my stinging cheeks with the palms of his hands. Shivers went through me, my pussy clenching at the gentle attention he was paying to my bottom.
“Happy to help. Anytime,” he murmured.
I looked up at him. Our gazes locked. Now was the perfect moment for the perfect kiss. My eyes closed as he leaned down... and planted one right on my forehead. I sighed as he said, “All’s well that ends well. What do you say we let the cops take it from here? I have a feeling Louanne will want a quiet night at home with Hayes as soon as she’s done with questions. Let me take you home.”
I couldn’t take another second alone with him and not be able to kiss him. The bond between us was too great. “I’d rather drive myself if you don’t mind. I need to clear my head.”
He considered my face for a moment, then gave me a nod. Taking my hand in his, he said, “Come on then. I’ll buckle you in.”
I grabbed my computer from the desk, shooting him a sheepish look as I closed the lid he had opened for my punishment. Tucking it under my arm, I said, “Ready.”
We walked hand in hand to Florence. He held the door open for me, buckling me in tightly as he’d promised. He gave me a chaste kiss on my cheek and murmured, “Goodnight, Josie.” He shut the door.
I sped away, tears in my eyes, refusing to glance up in the rearview mirror. I knew he would be standing there, watching my truck until it drove out of his sight.
Chapter Four
A scalding hot shower after a long day can cure just about anything that ails you. Except for lovesickness. A good shampoo and body scrub, rinsing thousands of foaming white bubbles down the drain, then wrapping up in your favorite fuzzy robe can only dull the lovesickness.
After drying my hair and combing it down into some form of normalcy, I put on a clean satin bra and oversized tee. Unable to locate any fresh underwear or pajamas, I pulled on a pair of jeans that looked clean enough. Padding over to the kitchen in my bare feet, I heard my stomach rumble. All that chaos had made me hungry. Pulling open my fridge, I was disappointed to find that no magical fairies had delivered groceries to me. The freezer was no better. Three black bananas wrapped in plastic sat there looking back at me. I had attempted to go through a smoothie phase and had frozen them before I had realized that I didn’t own a blender. “Pop-Tarts it is,” I sighed. The cupboard was as bare as the fridge had been. Telling my stomach to quiet down, I gave up and retreated from my empty kitchen.
I was just sitting down on my couch, remote in hand, ready to turn on the latest episode of The West Wing—after the night I had it was time to take a break from murderers—when there was a knock on the door.
My imagination immediately went to Lady DJ, a creepy smile on her face and a knife in her hand, standing behind my door, waiting to attack the next best thing to her crush—the sister. Hopping up, I pushed the thought away. Charlton had texted Colton who had texted me to let us know that Sarah was safely behind bars until she could be tried for the multiple counts of stalking she had against her.
Opening the door, my eyes widened to see Colton standing on my stoop, hands shoved into his jeans pockets and a strange look on his face. He wore a worn, light blue denim button-down shirt with the top button open, showing just a peek of his tanned skin. My heart fluttered in my chest at the sight of him. I was so surprised, a polite greeting never entered my mind. Instead, I blurted out, “What are you doing here?”
His eyes were worried, his hair rumpled as if he’d been running his hands through it. “Josie, I can’t get you out of my mind.” His words hit my heart like a bullet. The air left my lungs as I stared at him, trying to absorb his words.
He looked about as lovesick as I felt.
“I-I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I admitted.
His gaze held mine, flashing with intensity. “No, it’s beyond that, Josie. I literally think of nothing but you. It’s like I’m living and breathing Josie Dixon. You’ve put me under some spell. I can’t eat. Forget about sleep. All I do is lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, picturing your face, your lips, those eyes... that ass. I can’t stop,” he said. He stepped toward me.
The beat of my heart quickened. My hand fell from the knob of the door as I took a step back. “But I thought we weren’t... good for one another.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care if you are good for me or if I am good for you. I don’t care if you don’t fit into my ideas of what I am looking for in a relationship. I don’t care if I distract you from your work. I don’t care about any of it. I want you. Just you. Just as you are,” he said. His eyes never left my face.
My thoughts poured out of my mouth; a messy monologue. “Me? As I am? I’m not a submissive woman. A hellfire and a spitfire to the day I die. People don’t change, Colton. I can’t change. Let’s be clear—I will never lie willingly over your lap, or submit to you.”
He flashed me a wicked grin. “Never say never.” Before I could reply, his lips were on mine, locking me into the kiss I had dreamt of. My eyes closed, my breath catching in my throat as his warm hands pressed gently into my cheeks, holding my face. His kiss deepened, my knees weakening. He pulled back too soon, his mouth moving to my ear and whispering, “Besides, I love the chase.”
A thrill ran through me. He was here. He wanted me. I could still taste him.
In a blur of a moment, he scooped me up in his arms and kicked the door shut behind him.
He carried me to my bedroom, laying me down on the bed as gently as you would a princess. Smoothing my hair back, he leaned down, kissing my lips softly. His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth. His taste was warmth and musk as I ran my tongue over his. My hands tangled in his hair. It was just as soft as I had imagined. His hand went to my breast and gathered it, squeezing. “Is this alright?” he murmured.
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. His fingertips pinched my stiff nipples through my shirt. He smiled as I moaned, whispering, “What about this?”
“Yes,” I breathed as my lips found his once more. Now that I had finally kissed this man, I never wanted to stop. As our mouths interlocked, my body melted against his. My breath quickened as his hands smoothed over my belly. His fingers tugged on the hem of my shi
rt. I sat up as he pulled my top up and over my arms. I lay back down, my nipples visibly peaked beneath my thin satin bra. Chill bumps ran down the bare skin on my sides. His eyes locked on mine.
They were filled with hunger, desire, and lust. I needed no words from him to confirm he felt as I did. That the carnal attraction between us pulled equally from both ends. And it always had, hadn’t it?
He had just been able to hold out longer.
“God, I’ve wanted you. Look at you. You’re a beauty.” His fingertips trailed over my skin as his gaze enveloped me.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me?” I asked, shooting him what felt like an impish grin. A thrill ran through me as he licked his lips, contemplating his answer. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb smoothing over the silky fabric, teasing my hardened nipple.
“Let’s see, I’ve already tasted you here.” The pad of his thumb lightly brushed my lower lip. The small gesture warmed my heart. “And it was delicious. But I have yet to taste you here.” His hand moved down to my waist; the same thumb now pressed against my clit through my jeans. I moaned as he applied more pressure, rubbing my bud over the denim. My hips ground into the bed as electric tingles traveled through my pussy.
Sitting up, I grabbed his face in my hands, melding his mouth with mine. My fingers twined in his thick hair as his strong hands grabbed me by the waist, lifting my hips from the bed. I gasped as he unsnapped my jeans, pushing the denim over my bottom and down to my thighs. His hand grabbed my bare ass. He stopped, pulling away from the kiss. Leaning back, he eyed me, one brow cocked high. “No panties?”
Shyly I bit my lower lip. “Uh-uh.”
His eyes flashed at me. “Daddy likes.”
The heat rose in my cheeks like flames. “Daddy?” I whispered.
He shot me a devilish grin. “A naughty little girl like you’d do well to have a strict daddy watching out for her.” I yelped as he gave my ass a hard slap, then he sat me back down on the bed.
Daddy, huh? No need to overthink things, my pussy reminded me. Just enjoy the ride. I kicked my jeans the rest of the way down my legs. His mouth was back on mine, his hand sliding down my belly. His fingers dipped beneath my curls, capturing my wetness. Gentle pressure on my pulsing bud sent an electric shock through me. I moaned, the tips of my teeth lightly biting into his bottom lip as he slid a finger inside of me. I kicked my leg around his waist, giving him better access. He kept fingering me and I gasped as his other hand spanked my thigh.
“What was that for?” I breathed.
“Because I can.”
His mouth was on mine, his kiss hard and punishing as another finger met the first within me. As they pumped in and out, his palm pressed flat against my clit, massaging me into ecstasy. The orgasm built within me and as I rose to the peak, another stinging slap rained down on my ass. I groaned with pleasure, my head rolling back. His lips and teeth found the nape of my neck, his hand moving faster, his palm pressing harder as I rose on the balls of my feet. I came in a hard burst, punctuated with a shrill scream of one word... Daddy.
“That’s right. Daddy’s got your number, little girl. And he knows what baby girl likes.”
Without giving me time to gather myself from my climax, he pressed me down on my back on the bed. Before I could protest, he had his hands on my knees spreading my legs. Cool air rushed up and over my wet pussy, making my nipples further harden.
He buried his head between my legs. My hands grasped for his hair as his tongue found my clit, still swollen from his earlier attentions. Sucking and nibbling and licking my pussy until I saw stars in the backs of my tightly shut eyes. As I whimpered with overwhelming pleasure, my hips rose toward his mouth.
He cupped my ass, one quivering cheek in each of his huge hands. His fingertips dug into my flesh as his tongue slipped inside of me. “Dirty Daddy,” I moaned as I bucked my hips against his face. My mind left me, my body focused solely on the intense pleasure he was giving me. I cried out as the feeling deepened, my cry getting stuck in my throat as I rode the wave of my second orgasm. Every muscle in my body tensed as I came. A huge shudder racked my body as my bottom collapsed back down onto the bed.
I tried to push him away from me but his mouth wouldn’t leave my pussy. “I can’t take anymore,” I wailed. My fingers dug into his shoulders, but he wouldn’t stop. Tears arrived as another orgasm racked my body. Throwing my arm over my eyes, I sank down into the pillow, completely spent. My knees were quivering. An unintelligible stream of words fell from my lips—something about not knowing a woman could have so many orgasms in one day.
He finally rose up from between my legs. My body lay slack on the bed as I panted and tried to catch my breath. He wasn’t finished with me. As he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes watched me. They were filled with the kind of satisfaction a man can only get from making a woman lose her mind. As the fabric slid away, his bared tanned muscled chest was exposed. It was the same chest I had seen numerous times over the years, swimming in the river together as teens, watching him and his brothers strip their tops off while working in the sun. Now, my hand reached out, my fingertips stroking the smooth skin.
Here in my tiny bedroom, my scent lingering on him, the sight of those rounded shoulders and ripped biceps made my already weak limbs feel like jelly. Slowly he unbuckled his belt, unfastening his jeans. One shove of denim and Colton Jenkins was suddenly standing before me, nude.
My eyes widened as his cock rose to greet me. I’d only imagined what it might be like and it did not disappoint. My poor little over-loved pussy somehow found a way to come back to life at the sight of her new friend.
“Get that in me,” I growled, grabbing for him.
Grinning, he climbed over me on the bed. Kissing my ear, he whispered, “You want this?” His hand went to his cock, stroking it teasingly. “You want this inside of you?” As he stroked, it grew harder and taller. He smiled as I moaned.
Groaning, my head rolled back. “Yes! Now.”
“Tsk, tsk, baby girl. Someone’s being impatient.” Grabbing my hip, he rolled me to my side, his hand coming down in a punishing spank.
“Ow,” I squealed, my hand rubbing at my stinging ass.
“That’s what you get when you boss your daddy.” There was a crinkling of a wrapper and he smoothed a condom down his hard sheath.
He had me so hot, I wanted him to plunge his cock in me and fuck my brains out. Instead, he took his time. Pressing his palms against my bent knees, he spread my legs. His hips moved toward mine. The tip of his cock pressed against the begging entrance of my pussy.
She was hot, she was wet, and she wanted to be fucked. I made an attempt to scoot my hips down further on the bed.
“Uh, uh, uh. Daddy didn’t say so,” he said, moving back and taking his cock away.
Two could play at this game. Looking up at him through my lashes, I pursed my lips into the sexy pout I had mastered over the years. “Lean down so I can whisper in your ear, pretty please,” I said. Giving me a curious look, he leaned down, his hand on either side of my head. I reached up, pressing my hand into the back of his head and pulled his ear to my mouth. “Please, Daddy. Please put your cock in me,” I begged sweetly, my fingernails digging into his muscled shoulders.
With a groan, he lost his battle of wills. With one hard thrust, he buried himself within me. My pussy wrapped around him, a perfect fit.
“You feel amazing. Where have you been all my life, baby girl?” He thrust again.
“Right here, Daddy. You just wouldn’t give it to me,” I said.
“You’re such a naughty little thing. You know that?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured as he moved inside me. “A naughty girl who needed a daddy.”
“Running around the ranch, waggling that cute little ass of yours. Sassing everybody with those pretty pink lips. You drove me crazy whenever you’d wear those little cut-off jeans when we go riding. Your pretty breasts bouncing up and down. I’d be wishing I was t
hat horse underneath of you. Let me see those beauties.” Grabbing the fabric of my bra, he lifted it up and over my breasts, exposing my pink peaked nipples. “Even prettier than I thought.”
As he rhythmically pressed in and out of me, his lips wrapped around my nipple, kissing and sucking it. His teeth nipped at the curve of my breast, trailing up toward my neck. He kissed and sucked my flesh, marking me as his own.
He began to pump faster and harder. Each thrust brought me closer to another climax. I buried my face in his neck, my fingers digging further into his skin. My legs wrapped tightly around his muscled torso, locking my ankles behind his back. I held onto him as he rocked us both into ecstasy. The orgasm was different than before, building from within. I had heard of the mythical place called the G-spot but never before had a man conquered that place.
A white heat rushed low in my belly. My pleasure overtook me. Muscle, flesh, blood, and bone all became one, my entire body feeling like one. My core tightened like a spring, ready to release. And release it did, in one mind-altering burst of flames. Out of control, I cried out, clutching his neck. I held on for dear life as I came. He thrust once more and I felt his seed spilling into me.
His head rested on my chest, his lips kissing my skin as he caught his breath. “Damn, girl. I’ve never felt anything like that before. You’ve got yourself some kind of magical pussy.”
I laughed, my hands stroking his damp hair. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He lay next to me on the bed, both of us gathering ourselves. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me up and onto his chest. His fingers tangled in my hair as he stroked the back of my neck.
The feel of his touch, the gentle stroking of his fingertips felt as good as the sex had—just in a different way. A deep feeling of peace washed over me, one I had never before felt. My eyelids grew heavy as I heaved a sigh of contentment.
I must have drifted off. I woke to Colton gently nudging me and kissing my cheek.
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