Crap.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. You were such a good girl to take your spanking so well,” he crooned to her as she continued to cry.
Then he rolled her over and gently sat her up. She hissed as her bottom came into contact with his lap and he chuckled.
“Not funny, Daddy. I won’t be able to sit for a week!”
“Oh, I very much doubt it will be that long,” he told her. “That was a pretty easy punishment.”
Easy? Was he kidding her? But before she could complain about that assessment, he moved, lying on his back with her lying on top of him. He rubbed her back soothingly as she sniffled against his chest.
“You took that very well, baby girl. I’m proud of you.”
“It hurt.” She heard the childish note in her voice.
“It was meant to.”
“It wasn’t like I thought. Those other spanks, they…umm…well…”
“They aroused you?” he guessed.
She squirmed on top of him. “Does that make me weird?”
“Not at all, baby. Lots of people find pleasure in pain. Are you wet right now? Did that spanking turn my little girl on?”
“Bear! You can’t ask me that!” God, even if she hadn’t already been turned on, she would be now.
“If you’re not going to answer me then Daddy has no choice but to do an inspection.” He gently rolled her onto her back. She was dressed in just her t-shirt and sweater, her panties down round her knees. He sat and stripped her panties off, ignoring the way she winced and hissed as her hot bottom touched the mattress beneath her.
“Put your legs together then bend them and drop them to the sides, just like I taught you,” he ordered.
She gave a little whimper but did what he said. God, this was embarrassing. It was also a complete turn-on. There was something about being ordered to expose herself that just did it for her.
He knelt on the bed between her legs and looked down at her. “I think you got very turned on by your naughty girl spanking. Look at all this moisture.” He parted her lips with and ran his finger down her folds then held it up, glistening with her dew.
She watched as he sucked on his fingers. “Yum. I wonder if you’re going to get turned on every time I spank you. Or if you’ll react this way with a harder punishment. Like when I use my belt.”
“I’m not sure I want to find out,” she muttered.
“Well, don’t disobey Daddy again over a health and safety rule and you won’t.” He gave her a stern look.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Like I said, you were already forgiven before the spanking. Although don’t forget you’ve got another spanking coming.” He eyed her. “Unless your head is sore? How are you feeling? Do you need any pain relief?”
“Yes.”
“For your head?” He looked slightly alarmed.
“No, for my bottom.”
“I don’t administer pain relief for naughty bottoms,” he informed her. He was rubbing his thumb around her clit as he spoke. “You feel all right everywhere else?”
Her breath was quickening and she arched her hips up. “Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“There’s somewhere else I ache.”
“Really? Where is that?” He gave her an innocent look she didn’t buy for a minute; he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Right where you’re touching.”
“Oh.” He looked down at her pussy. “Yes, your little clit is all swollen, isn’t it? I bet it would like to feel my tongue playing with it.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
“Hmm, too bad you’ve been naughty. I don’t give orgasms after a punishment.”
She cried out as he moved his hand away, thumping her fists against the bed. “That’s so unfair.”
“And throwing a tantrum is definitely not going to get you what you want,” he told her sternly. “Now, I think you could use some time in the corner.” He pointed at an empty corner in the room. He couldn’t be serious!
“Get yourself into the corner. Hold your t-shirt and sweater up over your bottom. I want your nose in the corner, your legs spread wide, and that ass sticking out. Go. Now.”
Well, crap seemed like he really was serious.
* * *
“Come here, baby girl.”
Oh, thank God that was over. Corner time sucked.
Especially when she was made to hold her t-shirt and sweater up high so her bare, throbbing bottom was on display as she rested her forehead against the corner of the room and pushed her butt out.
It was humiliating.
She dropped her clothing as she turned.
“Who said you could let go of the t-shirt?” he asked in a deep voice.
Well, crap. She grabbed it, pulling it up so her pussy and ass were exposed once more. Yep, corner time sucked.
He crooked a finger at her, then pointed to the space in front of him where he sat on the armchair. She came and stood between his open legs. He reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks firmly. She sucked in a breath. It was painful, but it also sent waves of heat rushing through her body.
“What did you think of corner time?” he asked her.
“I hated it.”
“Did you? Your pussy says otherwise. I could see how wet your lips were from here.”
“Oh God, the things you say to me,” she groaned.
“How are you doing? Any pain?” He watched her carefully.
She just gave him a look. He smiled. “I meant, other than your bottom. That was only ten swats. Can’t hurt that much.”
“Maybe I should smack your bottom and see if you think it hurts.” Fact was, it didn’t hurt that much. It was the corner time combined with the unrelieved arousal rocking her body that had her pouting.
“Other than my bottom, I’m not in any pain.”
She loved how he took care of her, even when he was punishing her. “Good. Now thank Daddy for your punishment.” He removed one hand from her ass and pushed it up under her t-shirt to lightly pinch her nipple.
She groaned. He squeezed one ass cheek. Hard. She hissed, moving up onto her tiptoes in an effort to get away. It didn’t work, of course.
“Little miss, thank Daddy for your spanking.”
“Thank you, Daddy, for spanking me.”
“Good girl.” He eased off on the tight hold. “Take your sweater and t-shirt off.”
She eagerly pulled them off and threw it away.
“Is my girl cold?” he asked, staring at her stiff nipples.
“They’re not hard because they’re cold, Daddy.” Was he actually going to let her come? Please. Please.
“Offer your breast to me.”
Offer it to him? She was puzzled for a minute then hesitantly reached up and cupped it, holding it up.
“That’s it, now guide it to my mouth.” He was so tall that he actually had to lean down to take her nipple into his mouth. He immediately started to suckle. Arousal flooded her, making her knees weak.
He seemed to sense this, though and wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her up.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured as he moved to her other breast. She immediately cupped it, holding it up for him. “Fuck, you have perfect breasts. I’m starting to hate this no orgasm after a punishment rule.”
“We could ignore it just this once, Daddy.”
He pulled back with a groan. “Nope. Not happening. But damn, you tempt me. Let’s get some clothes on you before I completely lose my mind.”
Seemed only fair since she’d already lost hers.
7
She awoke with a flush of pleasure. She gasped as something ran over her swollen clit. Opening her eyes, she looked around, realizing it was early morning. But Bear wasn’t lying beside her as he had been when they’d gone to sleep.
Obviously, he’d woken up with something other than sleep on his mind. She gasped as he lapped at her clit, his finger slid partially into her pussy, hitting her barrier and withd
rawing. He played with her clit. Tapping it with his tongue, then pulling back when she got close to completion. Totally ignoring her groan of protest, he lightly circled it while his fingers pushed partially in and out of her passage.
Her pleasure grew, her entire body shaking with tremble after tremble, until finally she reached that peak. The crash was breathtaking. She let out a scream as she fell over the edge into bliss. He continued to lick at her until she collapsed, her body goo.
Bear moved up the bed and lay on his side next to her. He leaned in and gave her a light kiss. She could taste herself on his lips. “Good morning, baby.”
God, how could he wake up looking this good? She knew she had to look a mess.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said happily moving into his embrace. She loved waking up next to him. Although this might be her very favorite way to wake up. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
“Nice? Just nice?” He tickled her, pretending to be insulted. She erupted into laughter.
“Sorry. Sorry. It wasn’t nice. It was tremendous. Fantastic. Amazing. The best I’ve ever had.”
He stopped tickling her so he could kiss her. “It was the only you’ve ever had.”
And the only she ever wanted to have. Except she couldn’t say that to him. Because she couldn’t ask him for more than this. He’d told her he wasn’t looking for a relationship. And neither was she. Except now it didn’t seem so important to stand on her own two feet. To be alone. To look after just herself. She wanted to take care of him. Be with him. Love him.
Oh hell, did she love him?
“Baby, you okay?” he asked, tilting her face up and look at her in concern.
“I’m fine.” She smiled at him. “That was a wonderful way to wake up.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Hmm, I could do the same to you.”
“Yeah?” His eyes grew intense. Hot. “Are you sure—”
She put her fingers over his lips. “I want to do this.”
He was still refusing to fuck her, but he wasn’t going to deny her this. She threw back the covers. She wanted to see him. She started laying little kisses along his chest, circling his nipple then sucking on it lightly. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. She moaned as her body heated at his touch.
She kissed across his chest to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She loved listening to the way his breath hitched, how his body grew tense as she teased him. But she didn’t linger long. She wanted to taste him again. She kissed her way down his stomach. There didn’t seem to be an inch of fat on him. She knew his work had to be physical on the ranch. His hands were rough with calluses. And she loved them. She loved everything about him.
God, she really did love him.
Then she got lower, to where his cock was already at attention. She wrapped her hand around the base of it then took the tip of into her mouth the way she had before.
“That’s it, baby. Now lick it, run your tongue along the shaft and now lick across the head. Yes, that’s it. Fuck, that feels so good.”
His words filled her with confidence. She liked it when he guided her. She liked following his commands.
“Now take me into your mouth. Keep your hand around the base of me. That’s it, take me in. As much as you can. Fuck yes. Your mouth is like a furnace. Christ, I’m not going to last long. That’s it. Suck on me as you move back up. Fuck yes.”
His breath grew faster. Sharp pants that stirred her blood. Damn, giving him pleasure was turning her on. Who knew she’d love giving blow jobs so much?
But not to just anyone. Only Bear.
She sucked on him. Drawing her mouth up then dropping it down. He groaned.
“Baby girl, the things you do to me. Never have I felt like this. Ever.”
Happiness filled her. She ran her tongue along his shaft, taking him as deep as she dared then worked her way back up to the tip.
“Faster, baby. I’m close. Yes. Yes. Here I come!” He roared his release.
She took him into her mouth and swallowed his salty essence. When he was finished, she licked him clean, lapping at him until he reached down for her and pulled her up against his chest.
“Enough, you little minx.” He pressed her against his chest, running his fingers through her hair. “Damn, what am I going to do with you?”
Keep me. Please, keep me.
* * *
Bear answered the sat phone as it rang. He moved to the front window and looked out.
She looked down at her book, trying to pretend she wasn’t eavesdropping. Not that Bear was saying much.
“Yep….okay…good. Got my truck…yeah…fine.”
He ended the call and she squinted down at the book, finding it hard to focus. She discreetly rubbed at her eyes, knowing if he saw her, he’d start fussing. And today she was hoping to convince him to take her virginity.
“That was my boss,” he told her.
She glanced up at him. “Your boss?”
“Yep, the road has been cleared. He’s coming here to us.”
Her stomach dropped. She didn’t want anyone else here. This place felt like it was just for them. She knew that some time it would have to end. She’d just been hoping she would have longer with him.
“He’s coming here? Now?”
“Yeah. He’s being overbearing as usual. He’ll be here soon. Time to go home.”
Her stomach dropped with dread. Home. Right. Only problem was, she was pretty certain home wasn’t Aunt Rose’s house.
That home was with Bear.
8
Ellie didn’t quite know what to make of Clinton Jensen. Bear’s boss was a hard-looking man. He had a rugged face, not what you’d call handsome but interesting all the same. But it was his manner that caught your attention and held it. She thought Bear was a gruff man. But he had nothing on this guy. Jensen had looked her over once and then dismissed her.
He stood in the center of the cabin which had seemed cozy with just the two of them, but now felt small and claustrophobic.
Bear was already moving around, tidying things up. She guessed she should be packing up her luggage, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to go. She wanted to stay here and pretend the real world didn’t exist.
She wanted to stay with Bear. But she couldn’t say that. He’d given her no indication he wanted anything beyond this short-term arrangement. She wished she could have a few minutes to talk to him alone. But she could hardly ask his boss to go wait in his truck. It was his cabin, after all.
She guessed at least she’d have the drive into town to talk to him. If she could just figure out what to say.
Clinton had taken his hat off after entering and now he tapped it against his thigh. He wore dark jeans, worn cowboy boots and a big, thick jacket. He didn’t look like the owner of a huge ranch. For some reason she’d imagined him to be an older man. Maybe with a potbelly and a double chin. It was obvious that he didn’t just sit around and direct others.
He had an air of authority about him. He wasn’t the man you want to mess with, she got that straight away. Bear was wider across the shoulders and at least half a head taller and she wasn’t nearly as intimidated by him as she was by Clinton Jensen.
“I brought Ike with me. Thought he could drive your truck back to the ranch and I’ll take you both into town. Got to get some supplies.” Jensen looked her up and down. “Unless you want me to take her on my own.”
She sucked in a breath. Bear wouldn’t just leave her with this stranger, would he?
“I’ll go with you.”
Oh, thank God. She looked at Bear, worried by how distant he was being.
“She okay to travel out in the cold?” Jensen asked Bear.
Bear looked over at her, studying her. “She should be all right if we bundle her up, she hasn’t got much clothing that’s suitable for this weather, though.”
Clinton looked her over and she thought he probably found her lacking. “She came
to Montana in winter without suitable clothing?”
“Yep,” Bear answered.
Clinton just grunted. “Car’s a piece of shit, too. Surprised she got as far as she did without crashing.”
“It’s not a piece of shit,” she protested. She was getting tired of them talking about her like she wasn’t even there.
“Language,” both men reprimanded her.
“I was just repeating his words,” she said to Bear. She didn’t think it was fair she was getting told off when he was talking about her car like that.
“We’re taking her to Wishingbone?” the big rancher asked.
“Russell,” Bear told him. “Her aunt left her a house there.” He turned to look at her for the first time in ages. “You said you had to meet the lawyer to get the key?”
“Ahh, yes, I’m meant to call her when I’m close and she’ll meet me there. She was getting all the utilities turned on for me.”
“All right, time’s a wasting. Let’s get going,” Clint said brusquely.
They started moving, gathering everything up. She quickly packed up her stuff and lifted her suitcase. Clinton was walking back in as she grabbed it.
“Put that down,” he barked.
She dropped it in surprise. He picked it up easily with one hand. “Little girls don’t carry their own luggage.”
Little girls? Had Bear told him? No, surely not. They’d only been out of her earshot for a few minutes. He carried it out the door and then Bear entered.
“Did you tell him?” she asked him as he came towards her with a large jacket.
“What?” He looked at her in confusion.
“That I’ve been your Little while we were here?”
“No, of course not. Why?”
“He just called me a little girl.”
Bear nodded, unsurprised. “He could tell what you are. Clint’s also a Daddy Dom.”
He was? That surprised her. She wasn’t sure she could imagine him taking care of a Little. Not like Bear had. Although he wasn’t acting like her daddy now. She wished she could reach out to him for reassurance, but Clint walked back in.
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