by Lee Savino
“You feel like you haven’t come for a while,” he said casually.
“Mmm,” I agreed, pressing my lips together. His touch was driving me crazy, and I was about ready to start humping his hand.
He ran his fingertips over my shaven labia. Then he gave me a few light slaps. I put my hands over my face. I loved it when he played with my pussy like that. It felt kind of shameful, but all the more arousing for that. My insides ached like never before, longing to be filled by his cock.
Instead, he teased my clit maddeningly, circling around it with a light fingertip. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.
“You need to come, don’t you, little one?”
“Yes,” I managed to say.
“You think you’ve earned it?”
“Uh huh.”
He looked dubious. “I don’t know.” His fingers kept circling, teasing.
“Please!” I choked out.
He raised an eyebrow. “Please, what?”
“Please let me come, Daddy.”
A grin spread across his face. At last, he began to rub my clit back and forth, knowing exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to a climax.
I trembled and gasped, and a minute later, I exploded—shuddering all over, with the plug in my ass, and him watching it all happen.
“Beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively. “I hope that was worth waiting for.”
“It was,” I muttered. But I wasn’t done yet. The climax had been strong, but only Steele’s cock would quell that deep, burning ache.
I prepared to get on my hands and knees, expecting him to fuck me, but instead he told me to put my clothes on and come outside.
A little dazedly, I got dressed again, leaving the plug where it was.
I followed him out to the yard, very aware of the plug stimulating my ass, giving me that weird open-but-full feeling, keeping my arousal at a tipping point.
“I’m going to lunge Rex,” Steele announced, like nothing unusual was happening.
There was nothing for me to do. I just hung over the fence as usual while Steele led the crazy horse out of the stable and into the corral. At first, Rex seemed as wild as ever, bucking and squealing, but little by little, Steele calmed him, and after a while he let Steele throw a blanket over his back and trotted along, snorting and sweating, but as calm as a stallion like Rex could get.
I leaned on the fence post and watched, but most of my attention was given over to Steele’s plans for me. My nipples were painfully hard beneath the lace of my bra, and my panties were soaked. The seam of my jeans was rubbing my clit and I knew it wouldn’t take much encouragement for me to come again. I only hoped he wouldn’t make me wait much longer.
When Steele was finally done bringing the wild stallion under control, he led him to the gates of the corral. As he exited, he paused and turned to me like an afterthought.
“Go to the barn,” he told me. “Take everything off, except for the plug, and wait for me on the hay bale. On your knees.”
I hurried along, excitement and trepidation tingling in my stomach. When I pushed open the door of the barn, I paused, remembering everything that had happened yesterday. How bad things could have turned out.
And how my daddy had saved me.
I could forget about Max now, I told myself. This barn was ours again. Mine and Steele’s. Our special place for pony training.
I strode across the wooden boards in the cowboy boots that Steele had bought me all those weeks ago. Then I sat on the hay bale and stripped them off, followed by my jeans, shirt, bra and panties. I put them aside and took up my usual position—kneeling, thighs wide apart, back straight, hands clasped behind my back, and breasts thrust out.
Then I took a deep, calming breath and waited for my daddy.
I often made out I hated the way he made me wait. But it wasn’t true. It was like meditation for me. A way for me to get myself out of our normal life and into a headspace where I obeyed Steele’s orders unquestioningly. He’d told me that our life wouldn’t be about discipline 24/7. That once I was trained, he wouldn’t need to give me orders all day long. That he loved my strong personality and didn’t want to crush it. But when we were here, in the barn, I would always be submissive to him, and that was how I liked it.
At long last the barn door banged and I heard Steele enter. I longed to turn my head and watch him approach, but part of this pose was for me to look straight ahead, eyes downcast, just waiting for him.
He walked in front of me.
“You look so beautiful, little one,” he told me.
I glanced up curiously. He didn’t normally speak to me so softly in the barn. And he nearly always made me wear the pony harness.
Instead, he sat down in front of me and kissed me on the mouth, lightly at first, but then deeper and deeper, his hands running all over me, caressing my breasts, my aching cunt. When he fingered me, a groan escaped my lips.
“What do you want, little one?”
“I want you inside me,” I said.
He took hold of the end of the plug and tugged on it. A fresh surge of arousal bloomed inside me.
“You want me here?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I answered, and heat flooded my cheeks.
“You want your daddy to take your tiny bottom hole?”
“I want you to take me everywhere,” I told him.
His handsome face lit with desire. He stood up and stripped his clothes off. I watched, awed all over again as his big, masculine body was revealed to me. His broad chest, his flat, muscular abs, his big thick thighs and, finally, his huge cock. It was erect, already glistening with pre-cum. He stood at the end of the hay bale, gripping his shaft in his hand. “Come here,” he told me.
Knowing what he wanted, I crawled toward him on my hands and knees, already parting my lips, ready for him.
His cock slid into my mouth. These days, I could accommodate him. I’d learned how to take it deep, how not to choke when his cock pushed the back of my throat. He held my head and thrust in and out, just the way I liked it. So hot, so dirty, to be used like that.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You suck Daddy’s cock so good.”
The ache in my pussy got stronger, and it started to clench in little spasms. He withdrew from my mouth and walked behind me, holding his cock casually in his hand like a tool.
He entered me in one quick thrust, and I cried out. The sensation was different from before—more heat, more friction. He wasn’t wearing a condom, I realized. He thrust slowly, three, four, five strokes, and I exploded. A sharp, bright orgasm, rippling around his bare girth.
Then he slid out of me, and slowly, slowly pulled the plug out of my ass.
I heard something being squeezed from a bottle. “Some lube,” he said. Then I heard a tacky sound as he spread it over his cock. Preparing it for me.
I trembled on my hands and knees, ready for him, aching for him to finally take my ass.
When the head of his cock pressed against my hole, it felt like a release. Waves of pleasure radiated out all over me. He eased himself inside and my muscles relaxed, accommodating him, until it got to the widest bit, and it was hard to take. But he went slow, easing back then pushing forward, little by little, until suddenly, there was a little flowering of pain, and my asshole was gripping his shaft.
I gasped—in shock, discomfort, joy, all rolled into one. Steele was finally taking my ass. My most private place was wide open to him, filled with his cock. My pussy throbbed intensely.
Slowly, he slipped in all the way, and it didn’t hurt. A slight, uncomfortable, awkward feeling gave way to pleasure; to the pure bliss of having him possess me everywhere.
“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he muttered, his voice tight with the effort of moving slow in my ass. So different from my pussy. More dirty, more shameful.
But so right.
I gripped him tight while his cock slipped in and out, his balls pressing against my pussy.
He pulled
me up into his arms, one hand caressing my breasts and the other stroking my clit while his big cock fucked my ass again and again and again.
Strong ripples began to build inside me again.
“I’m going to come!” I cried out, partly in surprise. Three more fast strokes, and an intense orgasm ripped through me, my ass spasming around his cock.
“Oh, baby,” he gasped in my ear. He started to move harder and faster, and a second later, he came deep inside me, filling my ass with his hot seed.
It was the first time he’d come inside me. So wrong, yet so right that the first time was in my ass.
I gave a sigh of pure pleasure.
Steele came out of me real slow, then he took me in his arms.
“You’re fully mine now, little one,” he said.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his big chest. “All yours,” I agreed.
“Forever.”
As if sensing I was too overwhelmed to walk, he lifted me up and carried me back inside. Into our house.
Where I was going to live, always—safe and protected by my daddy.
Steele
That night, when Carrie and I went to bed, I looked at her, sleeping—my little angel. Curled up on her side, her blonde hair neatly brushed, hands tucked under her chin. At last, she looked completely peaceful.
She’s mine, I thought and finally, I fully believed it. There was nothing hanging over our heads anymore. No black clouds on the horizon.
As hard as the last few days had been, I was glad things were finally resolved.
And I was full of gratitude that she’d forgiven me for getting so mad at her. All the tensions with our families were finally behind us, and we could relax and look forward to a beautiful future together.
Things wouldn’t always be easy—that was how life was. I was going to apply for a mortgage on Monday, and give Max his money. His out. I didn’t need him anymore. Carrie and I could decide what to do about the guest houses and the tourist side of the business. She could play hostess as long as she wanted, or we could close it up.
And I expected that I would need to keep tabs on Enzo for a long time—not because I was worried he’d try to hurt Carrie, but because I cared about Carrie’s mom. She’d been a useless parent, but she’d had a hard life, too. It was a chain of neglect, most likely stretching back for generations.
But it ended here—with me and Carrie. I swore she would never experience a moment of fear and abuse in her life again. I would protect her with my last breath. Make sure every day was full of all the happiness she deserved.
My little one and I would never be parted again.
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