by Lee Savino
Without me saying anything, she laid herself across my lap, bottom up, her torso and legs resting on the hay bale. A lovely, pleasing sight.
I examined her hot flesh. Deep pink stripes covered both her cheeks, from top to bottom, but the skin wasn’t broken anywhere. The marks would be mostly gone by tomorrow, I concluded. When I laid my hand flat on her left cheek, Carrie shuddered.
“What is it?” I muttered.
“Feels good,” she said in a tight voice.
“You want more?”
“Mmmhm,” she groaned.
I stilled. Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? My pulse sped up.
“You want me to spank you again?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then ask me.”
“I need to be spanked, Sir.”
Blood boiled in my veins. My wild girl wanted me to punish her now? My head just about exploded, along with my cock.
I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and she cried out. Her skin was primed now and I didn’t need to be gentle.
I sighed. Those red stripes were so pretty, but no substitute for my hand connecting with her flesh. That satisfying slap! sound. I spanked her again and again, her cries and squirming driving my desire.
She was crying out words now, mainly nonsense, until one phrase disentangled itself from the rest:
“Please, Daddy!” she yelled.
I froze, my hand still poised high in the air.
“What did you say?” I demanded.
She stiffened, and a silence rang out between us.
Chapter 10
Carrie
My cheeks burned. What the hell had I just said?
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered.
I’d been so caught up in the moment. So given over to the twin flames of pain and arousal consuming my body that I had no idea what had been coming out of my mouth.
“You called me Daddy,” Steele said.
Heat flooded my face. “No.”
“You did,” he insisted.
“Why would I—” I began.
But I knew the answer to my own question. As crazy as it seemed, I did think of Steele as a daddy. Not like my daddy—because I’d never known my real father. And not like the endless stream of dudes my mom had tried—in vain—to get me to call Daddy. But something else. Something I didn’t have the words to explain—an older guy who was taking care of me and disciplining me when I needed it.
Is that a daddy?
“Come here.” Steele lifted me off his lap, flipped me over, and took me in his arms.
And, unexpectedly, I burst into tears.
“Oh, honey,” he murmured. “Everything’s okay. It’s all okay—whatever you’re feeling.”
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and he rocked me. He actually rocked me. And it soothed me in a deep, primal way.
He waited patiently until I was all cried out.
“Shit, I keep crying on you,” I mumbled, wiping my eyes.
“Did you mean to call me Daddy?” he asked me gently.
“No—I’m sorry. I know it was weird.” I dipped my head, hiding my face.
“Carrie…” He hooked his thumb under my chin and lifted it until I was forced to look at him.
His eyes were vivid blue, and questioning. “It wasn’t weird. None of your feelings are weird. I just want to understand.”
I sighed. “You call me babygirl a lot. I thought… I guess I got confused. I mean, my subconscious did, or something.”
His forehead furrowed thoughtfully, as if he was searching for the right words. “What I’m really asking is whether that idea appeals to you?”
I blinked rapidly. “Y-you mean… you mean…” The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t voice them.
“Of me being your daddy,” Steele supplied.
My stomach turned over. It was a scary but excited feeling. Kind of like when you’re at the top of a rollercoaster and it’s just beginning its downward plunge.
“D-does it appeal to you?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately, then he gave one of his serious, deep nods. “I do. I like it a lot, Carrie. But only if you’re equally invested in it. I don’t want to force you into anything.”
“I like it, too,” I said in a small voice. “I mean… I’m invested.”
He laughed, then I laughed, too, and it broke the tension between us.
I could tell he was being careful not to push me; really making sure I was into it. And I liked that a lot. I knew it meant he cared for me. He wasn’t going to force me into something I didn’t want.
I shook my head. “No, I’ve decided.”
Such a look of relief crossed his face that my heart twinged. “I’m so glad to hear that, baby. I’m going to be a very good daddy to you.”
I smiled at him and warmth filled my body. No one had taken care of me before. I’d pretty much raised myself. The thought of this was… amazing and overwhelming.
“How much do you know about BDSM?” Steele asked, stroking my hair.
I wrinkled my nose. I knew kink existed—I’d heard muffled sounds coming from porn my mom’s boyfriends watched sometimes. But I tried not to think too much about that.
“Uh, I know some people like to be spanked. Tied up. Humiliated. Stuff like that.”
“That’s not all there is to BDSM, babygirl. There are many different types of relationships and kinks.”
“Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, and his nostrils flared in the way they sometimes did when he was annoyed.
“More like colors of the rainbow. Many different shades.” He fisted a handful of my hair and gently tipped my head back. “I can be your daddy. You can be my babygirl. I’ll love you and protect you and discipline you when you need it.”
For some reason this made me blink back tears. “Why me? I’m nobody special.”
His blue eyes turned stormy. “That’s where you’re wrong. And I’m going to discipline and love you until you understand that.” He released my hair and smoothed it away from my face. “We should set some ground rules.”
“Like what?” This was all so new to me, I couldn’t imagine what these rules might relate to.
“Discuss what’s okay and what’s not. Like a safeword—if you don’t like something I’m doing.”
“Safeword?” I echoed.
He took a deep breath, his big chest rising and falling. “When you shouted out before—did you really want me to stop?”
I shook my head slowly, thinking. “No, I don’t think so. I was caught up in the moment. But I wasn’t at my limit or anything.”
This seemed to please him a lot. “And that’s why safewords are important, baby. Sometimes, during play, you might shout out things in the heat of the moment—like stop—that you don’t really mean. So it’s good to have an unrelated word. And if you ever say that word, everything stops immediately.”
Steele sure knew a lot about this kind of stuff. I’d been wondering if he’d done anything like this before, and here was my answer. I loved that he was so experienced, that he knew so much.
He continued playing with my hair. “Some people use red, orange, etc. It could be anything.”
I thought about all the times in my life I hadn’t felt safe.
“Strawberry,” I said. “That’s my word.”
“Okay.” He traced a line from my jaw to my lips. “Strawberry it is. And I hope you never have to use it. Because that would mean I hadn’t understood all your needs, like a daddy should. But if you ever feel like something’s too much, don’t ever hesitate to shout it out, okay?”
I nodded, but my stomach was a little jumpy as I wondered what too much could mean.
“I’ll spank you often. Most days. At least in the beginning.”
I stuck out my lower lip, and he chuckled.
“Trust me, babygirl. Daddy knows what’s best for you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn’t need my ass spanking all th
e time. But I stopped. Because I’d just asked him to do it to me. I didn’t know why at the time. All I knew was I yearned for that dark, arousing sensation of his hand coming down on my ass.
And when he spanked me, I felt better. Like all the things that were mixed up in my head unraveled. All the times I’d been told I was bad, that I wasn’t worth anything, were flattened and smoothed away like beaten steel. Transformed from something rough and ugly, into something good and strong.
“I’m going to take you inside and give you a rub down,” he said, breaking through my thoughts. He got up, sweeping me up into his arms, and carried me out of the barn, not seeming to care that my clothes were left behind. The cold air hit my bare skin and I shivered. But soon we were back in the cozy warmth of the ranch house.
He deposited me on the couch and wrapped the blanket around me again. “I’ll fix us something quick to eat,” he said.
Minutes later, we were sitting side by side, eating cheese melts. It was the second time in a row that Steele had broken his rule of only eating at the table, but I decided not to mention it, in case it got him riled up.
When we were done, he stacked the plates in the dishwasher and then led me to the bedroom.
“Slip under the comforter,” he told me.
“Really?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. This was his private place. I didn’t feel like I was entitled to share it with him.
He grinned and flung back the coverlet. “Of course. Get in.”
I was still a little cold, and I snuggled under the soft, blue fabric. His pillow smelled of fresh laundry, along with his spicy, outdoorsy scent.
He turned up the heater. I tried not to stare too blatantly as he stripped off his jeans, followed by his shirt, until he was wearing nothing but a pair of black stretchy shorts. He was semi-hard, and the sight of his erection made my pussy burn with need.
He was all perfect, sculpted muscle. Every bit of him was in shape—from his shoulders, to his chest, to the sexy contours of his abs. His thighs were thick like tree trunks, and his biceps were huge and bulky. After the way I’d seen him wrestling Rex under control, I didn’t need to question where all that muscle came from. No one I knew from home had a body like that. It didn’t come from the gym, but from hard, outdoor work, and it was as sexy as hell.
“Have you warmed up?” he asked, and I saw a new softness in his eyes.
“Yup. Plenty,” I told him.
“Then flip over, and I’ll rub you down.”
I turned onto my front and he began.
His hands were firm, soothing, as he worked over my shoulders and my back, easing out the knots and tension.
“That’s so nice,” I murmured.
“Just relax,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “This is all about making you feel good.”
I felt great—never better. I pressed my face into his pillow, inhaling his sexy scent, breath after breath, while his fingers caressed me.
He skated over my ass with a light touch, no doubt figuring it couldn’t take much pressure, then he worked on my legs. When he reached my thighs, he eased them apart a little, and just like that I was wet again; aching for him.
His hands moved higher and higher, and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from making a sound. I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be sexy or just relaxing, but when I heard his breathing getting heavier, I knew he’d picked up on my arousal.
He eased my thighs further apart and I could tell he was looking at me again, taking me in. When he spread my ass cheeks, I squirmed. It was embarrassing having him see my most private place like that, and I was glad my face was hidden.
Suddenly, he trailed a fingertip along my slit, up to my ass. When it touched my small hole, it was wet with my juices. I held my breath as he circled it, scared he was going to finger my ass again.
Hoping that he would.
“Turn over,” he said instead.
When I flipped onto my back, I saw his eyes were full of fire, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. He leaned over me and began to massage my breasts in soft, circular motions, until my nipples got so hard, they hurt. Then he stroked my stomach, my hips, and my thighs, before easing my legs apart. I tensed automatically.
“Don’t fight me, little one,” he said. “I want to see you.”
I forced my thighs to go slack so he could spread me as much as he wanted.
“So pretty,” he murmured, and I squirmed again. This felt vulnerable too, in a different way from when I was lying on my front.
When he began to caress my outer lips, my whole body jolted. Then he parted them, and peered at me.
He examined me like a doctor—well, like a very pervy doctor—while I fidgeted and my cheeks burned hot.
His fingertip probed a little at my entrance. “You really are a virgin,” he murmured, as if confirming what I’d already told him.
He can see that from looking at me?
“I can see your hymen,” he continued in a tone of wonder.
I put my hands over my face in pure shame.
Oh god. Could I be any more embarrassed?
When I next dared to open my eyes, he was arched over me, his lips inches from mine.
“I want your first time to be perfect, little one. And I’m not sure you’re ready for me.”
“Oh, I’m ready all right,” I said. “I want you, Steele. I want you to be my first.”
I reached for him, and he let out a deep, ragged breath as he dipped his head and kissed me.
It felt so good having him on top of me, his big cock pressing up between my legs, his arms holding me tight. He slipped a finger inside me, and I was so sensitized that it almost hurt.
“My, you are wet,” he growled. He added a second finger, sliding in and out, preparing me. I shuddered and trembled. I was nervous, but I wanted him inside me so bad, it was ridiculous.
He reached over to the nightstand and took something out of the drawer. A condom.
He stripped off his underwear and his cock sprang out, even bigger than I’d remembered. Trying to fit it in my mouth had been one thing. But inside me? It looked like it could break me in half.
“I’ll be gentle,” he assured me. “I don’t want to hurt my baby.”
I tried to grasp his cock, but he caught my wrist.
“Daddy can’t hold back much longer,” he warned.
Instead, I watched as he rolled the condom over his thick shaft. It was an XL-size one—I knew the branding. A tremor of panic started up in my stomach. Was this going to hurt like crazy? Was I going to freak out and make a fool of myself?
But Steele didn’t try to enter me. He moved down my body, kissing me all over, in a blissful trail. He kissed my pubic hair tenderly, and when his tongue made contact with my clit for the first time, my hips jerked and I just about exploded.
He licked my bud with soft, rhythmic strokes, circling around as if he knew I couldn’t take too much direct pressure. It was like he already knew my body so well; understood exactly how to drive me crazy.
Tingles of pleasure began at my clit, and spread all over my core.
Before long, I was getting close, close. My pussy started to spasm, my hips bumped up and down of their own accord, and I realized I’d grabbed Steele’s hair in my fists. My vision began to darken, my whole world turned soft and blurry, and—
He pulled back.
“Now,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to come around Daddy’s cock.” He sat back on his haunches, his cock like a fire hose between his thick thighs. He pushed my knees up, spreading me wide, and he began to enter me.
Holy crap. It burned as he opened me up for the first time, breaking through the virginity I’d been saving—for him. I cried out, clutching at his arms.
He was arched over me, his jaw set like he was doing his damnedest to hold back.
“Relax, little one,” he told me. “In a minute, you’re going to feel real good.”
He kept pushing
himself inside me. It felt good, then it hurt, then it felt good again. His cock was too much for me, but I knew I hadn’t taken all of it yet. My hands were braced on his shoulders, my body tense. But when he leaned forward and kissed me, I melted. The sensation of his mouth on mine was blissful and… ohh… suddenly, he was all the way inside me.
I tore my mouth away from him, gasping. My pussy burned like crazy, but in the midst of that was a sweet, sweet sensation. My eyes teared up.
“You okay?” he asked me, looking at me searchingly.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “You took my virginity.”
A look of deep satisfaction crossed his face. “I did.”
Slowly, he began to move. Each thrust brought pain and pleasure, wrapping around each other until I didn’t know which one was which. He was so big I felt like he could split me in two. But I also knew I would never want any other cock than his.
“You feel so good inside, baby,” he murmured.
“I do?” I asked.
“Incredible. So sweet and tight. I’m so glad I’m your first.”
“I’m so glad you’re my first, too,” I said, stroking his cheek. His words drove my arousal and suddenly, I was clenching around him. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, come for me, baby,” he rasped. “I want to see your beautiful face when you orgasm around me for the first time. I want to feel your pussy gripping my cock—”
And I was lost.
It was less a climax than a detonation, deep inside me. An earthquake that began around his cock and finished in shockwaves of pure bliss, reaching all the way to my fingers and toes. Pink stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.
“Wow,” I panted, when I was done. “That was… That was—”
Steele cut off the end of my words with a growl. He began to move a lot faster, his cock pounding into me.
Long, deep, fast thrusts, his fingers biting into my hips, his breath hot on my neck. This was fucking, I realized. Before, he’d been holding back, making sure it was all good for me. But now, he was taking me like he wanted to. Faster and faster he went, his biceps bunching, his hips slamming home again and again until, with a roar, he exploded, too.