Jonas gave her a warm smile when she entered the kitchen, gesturing to the coffee pot, while he continued to listen to whoever he was speaking to on the phone, and turned his back on her. Seeing that the cup in is hand was empty, Rissa stepped up behind him to take it from him to refill it. Their fingers touched, and Jonas whirled around, relinquishing his hold on the cup at same time. He frowned when she jumped, and in the next instant he’d pulled her close, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and then resumed speaking, as though he hadn’t just completely rocked Rissa’s world.
To hide her reaction to him, Rissa busied herself pouring them both a coffee, and by the time she turned around, sipping on the hot brew, Jonas was finishing his phone call. Her throat went dry, as he stepped toward her with a determined expression on his face, and taking the cup off of her, crowded her in against the fridge she had chosen to lean on.
“Sorry about that. Once my family gets talking there is no stopping them. Let me greet you properly now, baby girl.”
With a wicked grin Jonas dipped his head, cupped the side of her face and proceeded to kiss her senseless. Rissa moaned into his mouth, and rising on tiptoes, snug her arms around his neck to prolong the contact. There wasn’t an ounce of her not in touch with Jonas’s firm, suited body, and when he grasped her ass cheeks it was the most natural move in the world, to bring her legs up around his waist. His hardening cock nudged at her pussy, and Rissa whimpered her need, as her knickers soaked through with her arousal.
By the time Jonas broke the kiss with a deep throated grunt of his own, and released her with seemingly great reluctance, they were both breathing heavily. He stepped away, ran a hand through his hair and adjusted himself with a rueful grin.
“Damn it, little one, I wish I didn’t have to go, but I’m already running late. That phone call delayed me and I was going to come up and wake you up with a cup of coffee and a kiss. Mind you, I might not have made it into work at all, had I done that.” His grin turned positively sinful, as he raised a hand and traced his fingers along the tips of her nipples. The traitorous beads hardened further, and Rissa’s breathing sped up under the intensity of his gaze.
“Hmm, no bra. I like it. I think I shall make that a rule. No bra when you’re with me. No underwear, period, and as much as I appreciate those leggings must be comfortable to wear, I want to see my little one in short skirts. Wear thigh-high socks, if you’re cold. In fact, wear them anyway for me.”
His voice had dropped an octave as he was speaking taking on that delicious growly quality that seemed to be a hot wire for her libido. Jonas’s grin deepened witnessing her reaction, and before she could formulate an answer, he’d stepped up, slid his hand down and into her leggings and underwear to cup her pussy. Rissa gasped, as he pumped into her a couple of times, just enough to truly get her all worked up, before he withdrew his fingers. Grinning at her he licked them clean.
“Hmm, delicious. I want you to stay nice and wet for me so we can continue this when I get home.” Jonas used that same hand to shut her mouth which had fallen open at this display of his ownership, then stepped away to wash his hands. Opening his briefcase, he produced a credit card and a set of car keys, placed them on the work top and then stepped up to drop a quick kiss on her nose.
“Use my card as you see fit. It’s contactless, so just wave it at the machine and you shouldn’t have any problems. My mobile and office number are on the whiteboard, as well as the details of Brutus’s vet, should you need them. These”—he held up the keys—“are the keys to my MG. It’s in the garage, and in dire need of being used, as I can really only use it with the top down, and this blasted country has seen so much rain lately that I haven’t had a chance to do that. She’s all fueled up and yours to use, so—”
“Hold on one second.” Rissa managed to find her voice at last, even as the littlie in her wanted to hide at having interrupted her Daddy, but was he really giving her his MG?
Jonas quirked an eyebrow at her in that clit tingling way he had. At least he looked amused at her reaction, rather than annoyed at her. The one teeny tiny part of her brain that could still string a coherent sentence around this man did marvel at how different he was from him, before she firmly pushed those memories back into the box marked try your best to forget it ever happened.
“Is there a problem, baby? If so, we have to discuss this later, because I really am running late, and I want to get back home tonight on time. You’re working behind the bar this evening, right?” Rissa managed a feeble nod in answer wondering what that had to do with anything. Before she could voice that thought though, Jonas had grabbed his briefcase and another set of car keys. He stopped in the doorway, frowned at Brutus, as he bounded back in the kitchen through the dog flap with so much force that he skidded across the floor and crashed into the kitchen cabinets opposite. He shook his head as the dog yelped, and slunk off to his basket.
He also sneezed.
“That’s my cue to get out of here. Good luck with the hell hound today. Like I said, I’ll be back before you have to leave for the club, because I don’t want you going on your own. I can imagine Scarlett would pounce on you otherwise, and she’s not going to interrogate you.”
“Err, right.”
Rissa rolled her eyes at her inane response and Jonas laughed.
“Oh, one more thing. The combination for the alarm is on the board, too. Memorize it and then wipe it off, please. Set the alarm if you leave and take Brutus with you. I don’t bother putting it on if I leave him here, because he just sets it off with his antics.”
“Okay.”
Jonas nodded, turned to leave and then spun around again, making her jump.
“One last thing. Do not crash my MG. I might not drive her often, but I am rather fond of her. I’m trusting you with her.”
Rissa managed to whisper a hoarse yes, Daddy at his retreating back, and then the slam of the front door signaled his departure. Giving up the effort required to stand, she slid to the floor. Naturally Rufus took that as an invitation to pounce on her. Due to his enthusiastic licking of her face she didn’t notice she was crying at first.
When she did, she laughed, and rubbing the daft dog’s belly voiced the thoughts in her head.
“You know Brutus, your Daddy is quite mad, and lovely, and oh shit…”
Giving up any pretense on trying to hold it together Rissa bawled her eyes out. She wasn’t entirely sure if they were happy tears either.
Chapter Eight
Jonas pulled up outside his house hours later, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his MG parked outside his garage. He hadn’t been all that sure that Rissa might not have done a runner. He’d been too busy all day to phone her, and besides he wanted to show that he trusted her. Rissa was more than capable of looking after herself and the hell hound, he knew that. He just hadn’t been entirely sure that one night had been sufficient to establish enough of a connection between them to make her want to stay with him.
He switched off his car engine and listened for the usual howling that would greet his arrival. None was forthcoming, which made him smile. It seemed with Rissa in residence the hell hound had better things to do than to come and try and tear the front door down, the minute he heard Jonas’s car.
Picking up his briefcase, Jonas shut the door, bibbed his car alarm and braced himself for the inevitable onslaught as he pushed opened the front door.
The only onslaught he was subjected to, however, was a verbal one. Rissa was singing, off key, but with great exuberance. It made him grin, when he recognized the tune. Trust her to like Winnie the Pooh. Not really a huge surprise after Fred. He frowned at the suitcase in the hall, even as the most delicious aroma filled his nostrils. His baby girl had cooked him dinner, it seemed. Sure enough when he rounded the door into the kitchen it was to find her scrubbing the dishes in the sink while swinging her hips to the tune of the Disney sing-along DVD that played on the flat-screen TV on the kitchen wall.
To his certain knowled
ge he didn’t possess such a DVD, so that either meant she had bought it, or, and his mood darkened instantly, she had gone back to that room she called home to retrieve it. The latter he suspected, which would certainly explain that suitcase.
His attention momentarily distracted by the flash of her white ass cheeks as she bent down to pull out a casserole dish—clearly the source of the enticing smell—he didn’t stop to question why no Rufus shaped missile had launched himself at him yet, until he heard the excited yips from behind him.
“Oh shush, you, you can come out in a minute. Serves you right for trying to nick the meat I was cutting. Bad boy.”
Rissa had briefly turned the telly down to tell the dog off without turning round, and Jonas had to do a double take when he spotted him.
There in the alcove was Brutus caged and lying on his dog bed. At least Jonas thought that was Brutus. The hell hound had lost most of its fur, and what remained looked freshly brushed. That sure explained why Jonas hadn’t started sneezing the minute he’d walked in the door, and why Rufus hadn’t run up to greet him. Perhaps more astonishing was the fact that Brutus looked relatively happy in his cage. Then again he was chewing on some form of toy in an effort to get at what was inside.
Rissa started singing again, as she nudged the oven door shut with her hip, and all of Jonas’s blood shot south when she turned around. His girl had followed his instructions to the latter it seemed, because he could clearly see the darkened area of her areolae through the thin material of her t-shirt. Her pert little nipples poked through the fabric, and when she stretched her arms above her head in a lazy cat like stretch, the hem of her shirt rode up to expose the smooth skin of her midriff. Eyes closed she swayed seemingly lost in her own little word. As he’d asked thigh high, thick black socks completed the outfit. They emphasized her shapely legs which rested in a pair of big fluffy unicorn slippers. The horns bopped and up and down while she moved, and were they squeaking too?
Shaking his head in wry amusement, Jonas waited for Rissa to notice him, and cleared his throat to get her attention.
The effect was rather comical. Rissa froze. Her eyes flew open. She tugged at the hem of her short skirt, and switched the telly off all the same time, as she blushed the color of beetroot.
“Jonas, I mean, Daddy. You’re home. I was just… that is…”
Flustered beyond belief she gave up talking and after a moment of seeming indecision, sunk to her knees where she stood. Legs spread wide, hands palms up on her thighs, and head bowed she was the very image of delectable sub welcoming home her Master, and the dominant in Jonas lapped up her submission.
“Very nice, baby girl, but you have some explaining to do. Why is there a suitcase in my hallway, and why does the hell hound look like this?”
He gesture to the cage, and Rissa’s shoulder stiffened. The defiant look in her eyes when she looked up at him briefly caught him by surprise. It also made him hard as freaking nails. God, how he loved to see that spark. He would have to goad her some more to see it again.
When she didn’t answer him, simply chewed her bottom lip and frowned, Jonas stepped right up to her. Wrapping his hand in her pony tail he yanked her head up. A gasp escaped his girl, and his chest tightened when she flinched away.
What the fuck?
* * * *
Shit, shit, shit.
That one word bounced across Rissa’s brain and robbed her off the ability to form a sentence. The tug on her hair hurt more than it ought to, because it wasn’t Jonas she was seeing in her vision, but him.
What had she been thinking? He hated her acting like a childish brat, and that’s exactly what she had been doing, so engrossed in her own little happy world that she hadn’t heard him come in.
“Jesus, baby, look at me. Rissa.”
The words registered, even as she tried to get away, to dodge the arms which scooped her up. She brought her knees up to her chest to make herself as small as possible. Any minute now the belt would hit her ass cheeks, she knew that.
Strong hands forced her arms apart, making Rissa cry out, and he swore. Only it didn’t sound like him. The voice was too deep, gravelly, heavily accented. Rissa jumped as cool liquid hit the scrapes on her arm left over from Brutus, and….
Brutus…. Jonas… oh my god, what was she doing? Rissa forced her eyes open to stare right into Jonas’s concerned, blue gaze. His puff of seeming relief brought with it his very scent, and the terrifying fog of her nightmarish flashback receded further into whatever recess of her brain it had snuck out from to ambush her.
“Baby girl, don’t do that to me. You took ten years off my fucking life then. Where did you go?”
Blinking back tears Rissa shook her head, and tried to pull away, but she should have known that was useless.
“No you don’t, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. This needs tending.” He tipped her head up to make her look at him, and when he had her attention brought his gaze down to her arm. He’d washed the cuts, and was now frowning at them. “Those look like Rufus’s claws. What the fuck did the hell hound do to—?”
Rissa brought her free hand up to cover his mouth. Jonas stopped speaking and Rissa shivered when he licked the underside of her palm, and smiled at her reaction.
She hastily dropped her hand, and shook her head.
“It’s nothing, really. My own fault. He didn’t take too kindly to me shaving off his fur, that’s all.”
“You shaved it off yourself?”
Rissa had to smile at the astonished tone in Jonas’s voice, as he looked from her to a now very alert and eager to play Brutus. Stood on his hind legs, tail wagging, he was using his front paws to push against the door of his newly acquired cage.
“We should let him out. He’s served his penance for trying to ruin our dinner.”
Jonas’s eyes narrowed, but he did step away to let her hop off the table. Mindful of her knicker less state, Rissa made a grab for her skirt as she did so, and instead of bending down squatted to open the door.
Brutus yapped his excitement and ran up to Jonas. He bent down to ruffle the dog’s ears not once taking his eyes off Rissa. It made her feel cherished and worried all over again, which no doubt made her a complete nut job. If only she could sort out the conflicting emotions swirling about in her brain.
She latched onto the one safe topic.
“I figured one of the first things you would have been advised to do is clip his fur, and as you hadn’t done that, it seemed logical that you must have tried and failed. You did mention that Brutus hadn’t taken to anyone else, so I did it myself. It’s no big deal. I’m no dog groomer, but I shaved plenty of dogs for operations and such like, so once we’d made the trip to the pet store to get supplies, I got to work, and… what?”
Rissa stopped speaking, embarrassment heating her cheeks under Jonas’s thoughtful gaze. A slow smile was spreading across his face as he listened to her. Straightening up from his crouch he abandoned stroking Brutus, stepped up to the sink to wash his hands, and then shoved them into his trouser pockets.
The action brought Rissa’s attention to the way he was tenting said trousers, and her pussy clenched in remembered pleasure.
“Come here, girl.”
Wrenching her gaze back up to Jonas’s face she saw him crook his finger, before he opened his arms. Rissa scooted into his embrace, and Jonas sighed.
“When I asked you to look after Brutus for me, I didn’t expect you to go through all that trouble and get yourself injured in the process, little one.” Her hormones positively screamed for joy at the concern she read in his voice.
“They’re only scratches, Daddy. They’ll heal. It’s no big deal.”
Jonas gave another, much longer exaggerated sigh, and her breathing sped up, when he brought his hand down to cup her bare ass.
“Are you arguing with your Daddy, baby?” He tapped her butt lightly, just enough for her to notice, and Rissa gasped, shaking her head.
“No, I was just looking o
ut for you. With your allergies, all that fur was not helping. You left me the vet’s number and once I said I was ringing on your behalf, the receptionist couldn’t have been more helpful in telling me all of Brutus’s history as they know it. Bridget rather likes you, it seems.”
Rissa couldn’t quite keep the jealousy out her voice. Hearing the other woman sing Jonas’s praises down the phone at her, had made that sharp poker twist her guts. Jonas was her Daddy, damn it, at least for as long as he’d have her, and no other woman…
Jonas’s laughs made her sulk deepen.
“Do I detect some jealousy from my little one?” Jonas nudged her chin up, while sliding the hand on her ass around to her front, until he could cup her wet pussy. Rissa’s sulk turned into a moan when he used his thumb to circle her clit. Jonas caught that moan in his mouth, and bit down slightly on her bottom lip as he pulled away. That small sting of pain made her wetter, and he murmured his approval, sliding one lone long finger inside her channel.
“Open for me, baby.” Rissa obeyed that murmured command immediately, and grabbed his biceps for support as she teetered precariously on her tiptoes.
“So fucking wet for me. Did I say how pleased I am to see my little one has followed my instructions?”
Rissa shook her head, unable to formulate a reply, as Jonas chose that moment to add another finger. He started to fuck her pussy with those digits, making her climb the rung of arousal with a speed that made her dizzy.
Bending his head, Jonas nuzzled into her neck, and kissed the pulse point there.
“Daddy is very pleased, so his little girl is going to get a reward.” Rissa’s heavy breathing joined the wet sounds of his fingers in her pussy, pushing her toward an orgasm. She moaned her denial when he withdrew the digits.
“Turn around for me baby.” The husky command, delivered as it was with a lust filled look set her insides aflame with need for this man.
“That’s it, hands behind your back, and lean forward onto the table.” Rissa complied, and shut her eyes when Jonas flipped her skirt up. One hand between her shoulder blades he pushed her further down onto the smooth wooden surface, and kicked her legs apart. It meant she lost her footing, and had no choice but to sink into his care. Lying flat on the table now, with her legs spread wide, his hand a comforting, yet restraining presence on her back, as he grasped her wrists and pinned her down further. Her pussy muscles contracted as cool air wafted across them.
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