by Lee Savino
He ran me a bath and poured a ton of salt in. Then he made me soak for a good long while.
After all the food and excitement, and the hot bath, I was real sleepy. I barely had enough energy to brush my teeth before Steele led me to the bedroom. He peeled back the coverlet on my side of the bed and made a show of tucking me in before he snuck in the other side, and curled himself around me. The last thing I was aware of was him murmuring sweet words in my ear.
Chapter 12
Carrie
The next day, it was raining when we got up and it didn’t let up all morning. Working at the chores was miserable, and Steele seemed tense and distracted. When we came back to the house, he seemed to have his own personal rain cloud hanging over his head.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“What’s what?”
“This mood you’ve been in all morning.” I was disappointed and a little hurt because I’d woken up full of excitement at spending the day with him, but he was acting like he didn’t want any company.
He yanked his cowboy hat off and sighed heavily. “Oh, nothing, nothing.” He put his arms around me and hugged me.
“I’m sorry, I just had some business stuff on my mind. I shouldn’t let it distract me.”
He rubbed my back, and soon his hands began to wander over my body. When he cupped my ass, he gave a sigh of need.
“How’s that pussy of yours?” he murmured.
“Uh, it’s better,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Mostly.”
“Let me take a look,” he said.
“No,” I squeaked, before I had time to think. “It’s fine.”
“Carrie.” His voice was a low, warning growl. “Take your panties down and show me your pussy.”
Hot waves of embarrassment flowed through me. “No, I’m shy.”
He slipped his hand between my legs. Not hard, just cupping me. “Who does this belong to?”
I gulped. “It’s yours,” I whispered. And I burned with a mixture of shame and arousal.
“Whose?” he said, much louder.
“Yours,” I repeated. “…Daddy.”
He let out a slow, satisfied breath. “That’s right, it’s mine, so I get to see it whenever I want.”
He unfastened my jeans and yanked them down, along with my panties, until they were bunched around my ankles. Then he flipped me backward onto the couch and pushed my legs up, over my head, so I was bent in half like a pretzel. Most humiliatingly of all, he grabbed the swing-arm lamp that sat near the edge of the couch and trained its head on me. His big forearm pressed down on my thighs and he held me in position, keeping me still while he examined me.
I squirmed and flailed, but could barely move a muscle. He’d gotten me pinned down as efficiently as a butterfly on a corkboard.
When he touched my outer lips, I stifled a moan. He spread them apart and peered at my entrance.
“You’re a little bruised right here,” he commented. I did feel bruised, and maybe even a little torn from the intrusion of his huge cock—from him taking my virginity. “Mmm… I think it’ll be one more day until you’re ready for me again,” he said in a thoughtful tone, and a rush of heat spread from my chest to my cheeks.
He released me and my legs dropped back down to the ground. “You can pull up your panties now,” he said. “But know this: disobeying me like that has just earned you a punishment, young lady.”
Warmth spread through me and I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. With a wink, he headed outdoors, whistling, and left me to get dressed.
All afternoon, I prickled with nerves, wondering what the punishment was going to be.
When Steele got back from milking the cows, he seemed to have decided.
“Take your clothes off and leave them in the bedroom,” he told me.
“All of them?” I enquired, although I already knew what the answer was going to be.
He gave a curt nod. I retreated to the bedroom and undressed completely. When I shuffled back into the hallway, fighting the urge to cover my body with my hands, Steele was bringing an old plastic chair in from outside. I watched anxiously as he took it into the bathroom and set it in the bathtub. What the heck is he planning to do now? My innocent brain clearly lacked the imagination to guess.
As many colors as the rainbow.
“Come sit down,” he said, and I felt relief. Daddy would tell me what to do; I could just obey.
I clambered into the tub and sat down awkwardly, and then he told me to spread my legs.
I’d learned my lesson. I did exactly as he told me, pulling my knees to my chest and holding them wide apart. I was still as embarrassed as hell for him to see me like that, but I guessed I was going to have to get used to it.
“I’m going to shave you, babygirl,” he told me, a hint of a smile hovering around his stern mouth. “That’ll teach you that you can’t go hiding from me.”
“What—” I opened my mouth to argue. My legs automatically inched closed. I’d never shaved my pubic hair off before.
He took a man’s razor from the cupboard and some shaving foam, and I started to tremble. What if his hand slipped and he cut me? There wasn’t a whole lot of margin for error down there.
“Easy, babygirl,” he murmured, rubbing my leg. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
I relaxed slightly. “Have you done this before?”
He paused, still stroking my bare thigh. “Yes,” he finally answered. “A long time ago.”
I wanted to ask who it was with, but the words died as he picked up the shaving cream can.
“What if your hand slips?” I asked in a quavery voice.
“I’ve got a steady hand,” he assured me as he squirted foam over my mons and knelt at my feet.
It felt weird, and I think I held my breath the entire time, but he was real gentle. He shaved off the triangle at the top first. Then he made sure the delicate skin of my labia was taut before running the sharp blade over it, and he didn’t nick me once.
By the end, I was breathing hard. Warmth pooled in the pit of my belly at the reverent way Steele stroked my labia, checking for rough patches. Judging by the tightness in his jeans, he was affected too.
When he was done, he instructed me to get on my hands and knees. He spread my cheeks and ran the razor along my ass crack as well. Then he turned on the shower, checked the water was nice and warm, and rinsed me clean.
“Beautiful,” he said. “And we’re going to keep it like that from now on.”
Excitement curled through me. The way he gently but firmly took care of me set a fire burning in my belly.
He took a towel and carefully patted me dry. “Go ahead and feel it,” he told me when he was finished. While he watched, I ran my hand shyly over my pussy. The whole area was silky smooth. I was startled at how soft it felt.
He straightened up. “Now, you’re going to stay naked for the rest of the day.” He looked thoughtful. “Maybe even the rest of the week, until you’ve learned your lesson. Until you’ve learned that you can’t go hiding anything from Daddy.”
He left me alone in the bathroom, and I dried the rest of my body off.
Is he really expecting me to walk around the house naked?
Apparently. I’d already learned that if he said something, he meant it. The thought made me feel all squirmy and embarrassed. I hung the towel back up. Then I took the chair, put in front of the mirror, and stood on it so I could look at myself.
At the sight of my bare pussy, my cheeks went hot. I was so exposed. It was pink, with only a little bit of my inner lips peeping out. I guessed it was pretty.
“Carrie?” came Steele’s voice through the door.
I jumped. Hurriedly, I stuffed the chair back into the bathtub and opened the door. Wow. I suddenly felt ten times as exposed now.
Steele’s eyes filled with desire. He went to me and kissed me deeply. His hands ran up and down my back, moved down to my ass, and finished by cupping my breasts, his thumbs chafing a
t my nipples.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy, baby,” he whispered. “It’s going to drive me crazy seeing you like that all night.”
“Same,” I murmured, because the ache between my legs was growing inside me again.
Steele had pulled all the curtains closed and turned the heat up, and for the rest of the evening, he did seem to be intent on driving himself crazy—stroking me, kissing me, absently grabbing my boob or caressing my pussy as he passed me in the kitchen. It was kind of objectifying, but hot as hell. I was his, I reminded myself. He could touch me anywhere and any time he wanted. I ate dinner naked; I stacked the dishwasher naked. And all the while, Steele’s eyes were on me, burning into me, his cock swollen beneath his zipper. I was ridiculously turned on. Still too broken to take him, but wanting him like crazy all the same.
“Finish cleaning up,” he ordered.
“Then what?” I asked, hoping he’d tell me how the evening would end.
“Do as I say, babygirl.” He raised a brow and pinched my ass.
I jumped and hustled to obey. I could have hummed, I was so excited. But then I had a thought. “Daddy…”
“Yes, girl?”
The sternness in his voice made me squirmy. “Um, have you done this before? With another girl?”
There was a long pause. I kept my eyes down, scrubbing at a sticky patch on the counter with a dishrag.
When Steele spoke close behind me, I jumped. He put a hand on my back to calm me. “I had a lover once. She and I did a lot of the stuff we’re doing. But it wasn’t the same.”
I turned around, needing to see his face. He looked thoughtful. I bit my lip, wondering if he was remembering his past lover. Was she better in bed than me?
Probably.
He cupped my chin, smoothing my lip with his rough thumb. “I’m glad I found you.”
His deep voice made me melt. “You mean I found you,” I corrected, because I knew it’d rile him up.
He growled and dropped his hand, turning me back to the sink and smacking my ass. “Back to work.”
When I’d finished wiping the kitchen down, he called me to come over to him.
He was sitting on the couch, and he took a cushion and dropped it on the floor between his legs.
“Kneel down here, little one,” he told me.
I did as he said, quivering with anticipation. He wanted me to suck his cock. I was nervous because I knew I wasn’t very good at it, but I was eager to have him in my mouth again. Maybe, with practice, I could get as good as his other lover.
“You’re going to suck Daddy’s cock,” he said, his voice low and crooning. He pulled his zipper down and I watched, mesmerized, as he took it out. It was rock-hard—but I knew that already from the way his pants had been tenting all night.
“I want to feel your mouth around me.” He took my head in his hands and drew me closer, and I licked my lips, readying myself for him. The thought of Steele’s former lover reared up in my mind. Was she older, more experienced? Would I ever be better than her?
Steele coaxed my head down, and I focused on pleasing him. It wasn’t much easier than last time. He was so big, and every time his cock slid toward the back of my tongue, I gagged hard. It was so embarrassing.
“Take your time, little one,” he urged me, but it was no good. Tears sprang to my eyes—part shame, part discomfort—but he kept going, holding my head, thrusting in and out, pausing every time I choked on him. I tried my best, desperate to pleasure him; to make him satisfied with me.
I wanted so much to be the best babygirl I could for him.
But, before I knew what I was doing, my hand had sneaked down between my legs, and I started to touch myself.
Soon, Steele figured out what was going on. “Does sucking my cock turn you on, babygirl?” he asked in a husky voice.
I nodded, my mouth too full of him to speak.
He groaned. “You can touch yourself. I want to see you come.”
But as soon as he said that, I got shy, and I couldn’t concentrate on rubbing my clit and sucking him at the same time. Eventually, he lifted me up and laid me on the sofa. Then he spread my legs and went down on me.
His tongue was soft and skillful, and I shuddered and trembled as he drove my arousal, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I imagined being able to take him as deep as he wanted, imagined him fucking me again.
An intense shudder welled up in me and suddenly, an orgasm hit me, as bright and sharp as a shard of glass. I shook from head to toe.
When I was done, he pulled me up, pushed his cock back into my mouth, and worked his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. A moment later, his hot, salty cum splashed over my tongue, and I swallowed fast.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my face. “You did good.”
I nodded, warming at the praise.
I’d do better next time, I promised myself. I’d suck him like a practiced lover, not an inexperienced one.
Chapter 13
Steele
Low, gray cloud rolled toward the horizon the next day as I drove through the dirt roads connecting a bunch of farms and ranches in the valley. I was on my way to my buddy Joel’s ranch to help him put a new roof on his barn.
It often got stormy this time of year as the cold pushed its way in. I hoped there’d be more than a handful of fine days left this year—days when it wouldn’t be too cold for Carrie and I to continue her training in the barn. But maybe by the time winter came along, she’d be fully trained, and I wouldn’t need to discipline her anymore.
At the thought, my gut tightened. Would there come a time when she didn’t need to feel my hand on her ass? I didn’t like that idea at all. The passenger seat beside me was empty, and the truth was, I missed my wild little girl already. I’d been tempted to bring her along with me, but decided she needed time by herself to process the last few days. And I was well aware that I wouldn’t get any work done if she was there. Instead, I’d told her to relax, and read or watch TV. She didn’t need to work on the ranch while I was gone.
It had been so hard to leave her this morning, when all I wanted to do was stay in bed and take her a second time.
Her inexperienced mouth on my cock last night had blown my mind—so small, and soft, and eager. How she’d swallowed me down without making a face.
I’d woken up with a massive boner, which I’d had to take care of in the shower. She was snuggled in my arms, and it wouldn’t have been difficult to turn her over and push myself into her sweet pussy. But I didn’t want to rush things. I wanted to make sure that every single time was perfect for her.
Tonight, I’d take her to bed as soon as I got home, I promised myself. And I’d make her come and come until she was begging me to stop.
I whistled to myself as I drove. Carrie had gotten under my skin. That smart sassy mouth of hers. Her wildness and curiosity. The way her whole face changed when I made her submit to me. The way she was so full of gratitude for every little thing I did for her—and in future, she’d learn that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. That I’d take care of her, no matter what. There were so many things I want to show her, to teach her.
She was such a mixture of sweetness and defiance. I never knew what to expect from her. One minute, she’d be stacking the dishwasher obediently, sneaking glances at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, to check I was satisfied with her progress. The next minute, she’d act out, almost as if she wanted me to spank her. She was new to this, and a bit of a brat. It was natural for her to push boundaries.
I could tell that Tom and Barbara had liked her, too. I had been worried they’d raise their eyebrows when they saw how young she was, but they’d acted like us being together was natural, and that reassured me. Carrie had acted so grown up, even doing her best to drink some wine. I smiled at the memory of her little face puckering in distaste. Well, I liked seeing her drinking cola; doing childish things. Whatever made her feel good. I had a hunch that she’d missed out on a lot o
f her childhood. I hoped I could provide her with a safe place to be whoever she needed to be at this point in her life.
She made my heart sing. It had been still before I met her—as still and calm as a lake. But now my depths were coming to the surface. And I liked that feeling, even though it scared me a little. It made me feel alive; like nothing else mattered.
Even my brother being a dick—well, more of a dick than usual—didn’t bother me. He was pressuring me yet again to buy him out of the ranch. He kept saying I owed it to him, but he didn’t grasp that I literally didn’t have the money. He wanted me to get a mortgage on the property, but my daddy always taught us not to take on any debt, unless it was an emergency. And satisfying the whims of my lazy brother didn’t classify as an emergency in my book.
Our endless conflicts occupied a lot of my thinking time, but Carrie always made me feel better. One look at her sweet face, and nothing else mattered. My little angel.
The sign for Joel’s ranch came into view. When I turned into the yard, he was waiting for me, hat pushed back on his forehead as usual, and the sleeves of his plaid shirt ripped off to display his pumped up biceps and tattoos. He broke into his easy smile, and bounded over and clapped me on the back.
“Thanks for coming, dude,” he said.
“Anytime,” I replied, and meant it. We had a thing going on in the valley where if a neighbor asked for help, we dropped whatever was non-essential, and helped them out. One of the many things I loved about my hometown.
Joel’s place was a lot messier than mine. He didn’t take in guests, so he didn’t have the same obligation to keep it all tidy. I kind of wished I could do away with the guests myself. If I bought my brother out, I didn’t know what I’d do with them. There was no way I could run the lodgings myself. I’d probably scare half of them away with my abrupt manners. It would sure be a shame to squander all those nice buildings, though, as well as the reputation we’d built up over the years. Maybe I’d have to get someone in to manage it or something.