Mountain Man Daddy

by Kara Kelley

  “Who were the women in the pictures?” There was a long silence. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I understand.”

  “I don’t, but then you didn’t want to talk about your stuff either, and although you haven’t told me everything, you did trust me with part of your story.”

  “I don’t want you to tell me because you owe me.”

  “As you’re beginning to trust me, Avery, I’m starting to trust you, too. Ella was the blonde and Lydia the brunette.”

  “Was?”

  “Yes. They’re both dead.”

  “Dead?” Most people would have softened it and said, ‘passed on,’ but not her tough mountain man.

  “Yes.” He gathered a breath. “My wife, and a girl who deserved justice.”

  “How did they die?”

  “Unpleasantly, and too young, and that’s all I’m going to say for now.” He tipped his head down and tilted her chin up, so they were face to face. “I haven’t spoken of either of them in years. That will take time, honey.” He pressed his mouth to hers and gently kissed her.

  “Okay. I’m sorry for your loss though,” Avery said, nuzzling her head back against him. “I’m here to listen if you want.”

  “I’d like that.” He patted her bottom. “But…” She put her hand over his lips.

  “I know, I know. You want me to nap.” He laughed through her fingers and then moved them to kiss the tips. “Am I that predictable?”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Half the time you open your mouth, it’s to tell me that.” He gave her bottom a solid swat. It stung but only for a second and then morphed to a tingle of want.

  “How do you feel?”

  She shrugged and his brow knitted.

  “Well, my butt hurts.”

  “You know what I meant, little girl.” She blinked innocently, and he swatted again, making her growl and attempt to shimmy away. “On your tummy, now.”

  She pleaded with her eyes a moment, but his stern glare had her rolling onto her belly and giving him full access to her burning bottom.

  “Try again. This time without the growling,” Mike said, and Avery sighed forcefully and then yelped as he spanked sharply again.

  “Okay! Ow, Daddy, it hurts!” She gave him an injured look and then smiled. “I feel a lot better. Languid even.”

  “And from the accident? Still exhausted, achy?”

  “Better, but not back to normal,” she answered seriously.

  “I just want you to rest. You think you’re all healed, but I know better, and it’s been an emotional day.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She smiled shyly, looking through her lashes at him.

  “And now I think you deserve some good attention.” His palm went for her bottom again, only this time his open palm rested on her cheek a moment before it began circling. He had only been rubbing a few minutes, and she was practically panting with desire when she shifted onto her side to face him. “You’re not helping.” She narrowed her eyes and frowned.

  “Oh?” His brows lifted. “That so?”

  She nodded.

  “Should I stop then?” He removed his hand, raising it from her reaching fingers. She shook her head in protest.

  “How about you touch me more,” she whispered, giving up trying to reach his hand, and smoothing his bearded cheek with her palm instead. Reaching her palm around to grab his neck, she pulled his face to hers. He resisted a moment with narrowed eyes.

  “Please, Daddy.”

  * * *

  The kiss started slow, and her eyes fluttered closed with the gentle nipping of lips until his warm mouth took hers thoroughly and he rolled on top of her. His arms took his weight, and he held himself over her, so no part of him touched her except his mouth. He kissed from her mouth down her neck to her collarbone. She mewled.

  “Please, more.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him, but he didn’t budge.

  “Who’s in charge here, little girl?” he said, abruptly stopping his kisses. “It seems to me you think you are.”

  “Oh, no, Daddy, I know it’s you,” she purred, running her hands up his pecs, enjoying his playfulness.

  “Correct.” He lowered slowly, sucked in her bottom lip and pulled off roughly, making her inhale sharply. Taking the bottom of the sweatshirt she wore, he slid it up, exposing her breasts. He gave them an appreciative leer and yanked the garment off. “Hands flat on the bed, little one.” His order was part growl and her pussy clenched.

  His breath heated a trail from her mouth down her neck and between her breasts until he turned his face and took in her tightened pink bud. His hot mouth pulled on her, causing her hips to undulate beneath him and her hands to fist the sheets. The tugging was so deep it felt as if her nipple was directly connected to her clit.

  “God,” she swore, arching partly from the intense pleasure and partly from the scraping of her hot, sore ass against the sheets. He released his steely hold on himself and pressed against her, wrapping his big hand around the back of her neck and taking her other nipple between his lips. He rolled it before tugging it into the warmth of his mouth. She moaned, and he ran his hand down her ribs to her hip, roughly pulling her against him to roll onto his back. He pulled his mouth off her nipple sharply, and she cried out at the intensity. “Sit up,” he ordered in a voice graveled with arousal. Avery straddled him. His eyes devoured her tightened pink blossoms and his cock hardened further. “That’s my girl. Now touch your breasts.” A slow smile grew at her hesitation. “Come on, honey, don’t make me spank you again so soon.” She swallowed hard and began touching her breasts—cupping them first, and then kneading.

  “Wet your fingers and pluck at your nipples until they’re so hard they hurt.” Her eyes widened at his demand, her hands stalling. He frowned. “Now, little girl. Daddy’s hand is just itching to be against that sweet ass again.” Her face heated and she bit her lip, but when his expression hardened further, she obeyed.

  “I want you to touch me, Mike,” she whined as she rolled her nipples between her slick fingers. His hand clapped against her left ass cheek, and she hissed, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. He was intoxicating. Both pleasure and pain battled within her for dominance.

  “Now touch your clit, baby.” She felt her face flush, and his palm cracked off her ass, lighter this time, but still solid enough to sting. “Up on your knees.” He pulled her hip until she was on her knees and his hand could swat the more tender flesh of her bottom. Her breathing became labored as he released her hip and took her wrist to guide her hand to her folds.

  “Pleasure yourself.” The excitement glinting in his eyes made her arousal intensify and pulse deeply in her. “One hand pinching those luscious nipples and the other rubbing your swollen clit.” She only nodded, and he put both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed until she called out.

  She swallowed as his hard cock pulsed beneath her. The feel of him, vast and throbbing through his jeans against her naked pussy, caused her heart to pound, but when she paused in her finger play to shift and touch him, he grunted.

  “Disobedient little girl.” He shook his head. “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?”

  She shook her head, her spiral curls falling across her breasts, tightening her nipples further.

  “I wanted to feel you, Daddy.” She reached for him again, scowling. “I can play with myself anytime I want. I want you to touch me!”

  “Oh, you’ll feel me, little girl, but not until I’m good and ready to let you.” He ground himself up against her. “Put your hands on your head.” When she obeyed, he wrapped his huge hands around her waist, lifted and moved her up, so she straddled his face.

  “Keep those hands on your head.” His breath was hot against her center and her clit pulsed in anticipation. His tongue touched the shell of her pussy gently, and he ran the tip up and down, making her squeeze her eyes tight and tremble for more.

  “Please, oh, please?” she asked breathlessly. She could feel her c
lit swelling with arousal when Mike’s tongue suddenly shoved past her lips to part them. She cried out, and he flicked her twice, making her buck. He swirled around her nub and lapped at her, making her slick with her own juices and his. He continued to flick and circle until she lowered her hands to grasp his hair.

  “Oh, Jesus! God, Mike!” She bit her lip as she got close and he stopped. He nipped her inner thigh hard enough to make her call out.

  “Young lady, stand up. You are more than a little defiant right now, aren’t you?” His scolding further aroused her. She stood on the bed, and he got up to stand at the side of the bed. He pulled her hips roughly until she was on the edge of the mattress, facing him. “Grab my shoulders.” She put both of her hands on his shoulders, nervous anticipation zipping through her.

  A predatory leer crossed his face before he slid his hand firmly from her hip down her ass to grasp her thigh.

  “Hold on, baby,” he said as he pulled her leg up onto his shoulder. She squealed, but he steadied her with his left hand on her lower back. “You’ll learn to be a good girl.” He eyed her sternly, causing a zing of excitement to rip through her before he bent his head and she felt his steamy breath back on her pussy. When his tongue found her slit and parted it again, she threw her head back and let out a strangled cry. His tongue felt so amazing against her, and she was back at the precipice quickly.

  “Don’t move, little girl. This is punishment.”

  “Punishment?” She looked down at the top of his thick hair and smirked. “Punish me all day then.” He paused to chuckle knowingly, and it made her smile fall.

  “Wait, what do you mean?”

  “Your ass is raw from my belt, and I’m not a cruel man, so I need another way to keep you obedient, don’t I?”

  He drove his mouth against her womanhood, his tongue flicking punishingly, and he sucked until she was dizzy with need and screaming. He built her up so high, she saw sparks behind her eyes. She was breathing so fast and hard she may as well have been hyperventilating.

  “God, Mike, God!” She bit her lip and let out a long, drawn-out moan as his tongue flicked hard and fast in the perfect rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin as if she were clinging to him for life. He smacked the back of her thigh sharply with his palm, and she called out as she was about to go over but then he stopped. She opened her eyes as the sexual fog cleared. He’d completely stopped. The only thing she felt was the heat of his breath against her and the hard-pulsing need to come. She cried out as he put her leg down.

  “What? Why?”

  “That’s twice.”

  “Twice?”

  “What do you call me, little girl?” His palm smacked the back of both her thighs again, and she squealed.

  “Daddy.”

  “You, young lady, will spend the day naked and ready for me. That pussy will be wet and clenching greedily for me every time I look at you.” He swatted her harder again, and she gasped, but he held her steady. “I plan to do this to you again and again, whenever I please, and I promise you won’t come until I decide to let you.”

  “Please, Daddy. Not that,” she begged, falling to the bed. “I can’t.” He said nothing, just half smiled. “Daddy!” She jumped off the bed to follow him as he walked away.

  “You’re supposed to be resting.”

  “How can I rest now?” she asked, tossing her arms up.

  “Get back in that bed.” He spun, pointing, and she stumbled back. “Do I have to tie you to it?” Despite the threat and the severity of his tone, she felt another intense wave of arousal. She knew this was probably a distraction, and she loved it. She turned, stamped her foot, and thudded back to the bed, throwing herself on her tummy across it. She looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Properly and on your back.” He crossed his arms, waiting for her to obey. “Hands and feet to the corners.” She only harrumphed, so he crossed the room in three strides and pinned her with a hand on the small of her back. The two pink spots on the back of her thighs were barely visible, but her bottom looked tender. He spanked each thigh several times, making them blossom brighter and making her squeal. He released her and waited. It hurt more there, and he’d used that to his advantage.

  She obeyed his previous command slowly, pouting, but never removing her eyes from his. Her nipples tightened again as his eyes blazed. When his gaze slid down her body, she felt tingles everywhere.

  “I’d rather be spanked.” He only shook his head. She growled and slammed her fists on the mattress. He tsked her. “I hate being left sexually frustrated!”

  “Is that showing me you’ve learned your lesson?”

  “Well, never mind. Who needs you!” She brought her hand to rest between her thighs and scowled as if it were a threat. He bent, scooping up the belt from the floor and she put her hand back to the corner. “I was teasing, Daddy, no.” Again, he only shook his head as he walked toward her.

  He took her wrist roughly, but then released a slow breath and gently thumbed circles against the pale inner skin of it. He leaned down and pressed a kiss there, before reaching to the drawer beside him and dropping the belt in it. She exhaled in relief until he came out with one of the ties—the orange one with polar bears. Her heart pounded, and her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. He wrapped it around her wrist and then tied it to the headboard. He took out another as she tugged on it curiously. He wrapped the blue tie with penguins around the other wrist and attached it to the other side of the bed.

  “I knew these would come in handy someday.” She inhaled slow and deep, and his eyes held hers as he picked up a ringlet and ran it through his fingers. “Bend your knees.” His demand was quiet, but his expression firm and she was mesmerized enough to obey without pause.

  Whatever he planned to do to her, whether it was pain, pleasure, or a combination of both, she would gladly submit. He’d bewitched her. Him and his damn mountain had enraptured her. If he hadn’t already convinced her to stay and let him be her hero, she would have now. Submitting to this man was the only thing she wanted.

  This time as he put his face between her thighs, he lifted her ass, so they cradled his face. Her legs twitched when his tongue tormented her sensitized nub, and she clenched them and threw her head back against the mattress, begging in nonsensical words.

  “Oh, my God,” she panted. “Please!” But again, just as she got so close she could practically taste it, he pulled away. She cursed, loud and trucker-like.

  He rose from between her thighs and nipped her belly. “You’ll learn, and I suggest you watch your language. Daddy doesn’t like to hear those words out of your mouth.”

  “How about you let me have a taste of you.” She struggled against her binds. “I can earn my pleasure.” Her voice was velvety.

  “Oh, you will, but I’m not finished with this lesson yet, Avery. Not even close.” She wanted to kick her legs in a tantrum, but they were like gelatin from his pleasure-torment. He lifted to his full height and reached over his shoulder to tug off his shirt. Moisture pooled in her mouth. He ran his left hand down his sculpted abs and leered at her. He looked like of one of those professional wrestlers on television—tall, muscled, and bearded, with long wild hair. He exuded a roughness and danger that enflamed her insides, especially because she knew those qualities were equally united with his protective and tender sides.

  He unbuttoned his jeans slowly, dragging the zipper down at an agonizing pace. He yanked them off, along with the long underwear and she stared at his hard cock. She wanted to touch it, feel its long smooth skin in her palm and brush the silky tip across her lips. Her expression, a mix of awe and desire, made his grin grow wide. He lowered his eyes to his member and then lifted them back to her with the self-confidence of a man who had reason to be boastful. He walked to the headboard and untied her wrists, kissing each of them where she’d made lines from her struggling.

  “Come here and put your hands together.” She came to stand in front of him, and he tied her wrist to wrist. He arched o
ne brow at her. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

  “Oh, I would have been disappointed if you were.” He chuffed, hooked a finger in the silk and walked with her to the living area. He sat her at the table. “I’m keeping an eye on you,” he said and gave her mouth a slow kiss. He went to the fridge and pulled out a jug of water. “Thirsty?” He smiled when she nodded. “Parched, Daddy.”

  He poured a large glass and brought it to her, placing the edge against her lips. Her tied hands lifted but he pulled back the glass before she could grab it.

  “Daddy’s in charge of your every need right now, little girl.” He watched her intensely until she lowered her hands back to her lap. “Good girl.”

  He tipped the water glass to her mouth and made sure it dribbled down her chin, dripping cold droplets on her breasts.

  “Oh, look at me, making a mess. Hold your arms up, honey.” He lowered to lap it up with his hot mouth, making sure to suck any from her nipples thoroughly. She felt her belly clench and the almost painful ache between her thighs awaken with even more intensity.

  “Still thirsty?” he asked when he’d finished.

  “Yes, but not for water.” She eyed his cock. He leaned down with a smile, placed both hands on opposite sides of her hips and lifted the chair to move it back from the table.

  He stood before her and crossed his arms.

  “May I?” she asked, licking her full lips.

  “You may.”

  She slid to her knees in front of him and went to take him with her tied hands.

  “No hands.” He placed his thumb on her chin and pushed down. “Open and stick your tongue out.” With her mouth open, he slapped his cock on her tongue. For a moment, pure pleasure dominated his expression, and then she closed her lips around his shaft.

  Avery had given blowjobs before, but she’d never particularly enjoyed the task, just as she’d had a man’s tongue between her legs but not with the kind of skill Mike had. With Mike, everything was different—more intense, more pleasurable. Her own arousal increased, and she felt her pussy drip from pleasing him. His hand dove in her hair and took charge of her head and her rhythm. He was in total control. He pushed to the back of her throat, making her eyes water, but his moan of pleasure made her suck harder. She wanted to own his desire like he owned hers.