Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4

by Breanna Hayse

  Rich wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her gently. “You are forgiven, sweet love. I didn’t hold you because I would have taken you without thinking. I can’t do that to you. The swirling was too much. Do you think it was subconscious?”

  “I honestly didn’t do it on purpose. I promised not to. I do try to keep my promises.”

  “As do I. I do, however, want to touch you. To taste you. To let you know a little of what to anticipate when the time is right.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes,” his fingers grazed down her neck and over her left breast, “I do. Will you allow me?”

  “Of course. I could never say no to you, Rich. You are my weakness,” Sam said huskily.

  “And you, my love, are mine.” He held her face with both hands, his thumbs tracing her cheeks to her lips. He kissed her fully, diving into her mouth with a sweet, hungry passion that left Sam’s legs weak beneath her. His hand then slowly stroked down the length of her body, feeling every curve under his fingers as Sam wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth wide against his, probing him with her tongue. His mind began to swirl again, filled with vivid colors and dizzy sensation. It has to be her natural pheromone response, he thought. I need to just keep my head. Keep... In... Control...

  Chapter 5

  Slowly, he skimmed her dress over her head, leaving her standing naked before him on the edge of the dock. The beauty of her body was framed by a background of rolling waves and a diamond speckled sky. She was breathtaking, firm, muscular yet soft and curved in the right places. Her skin glowed, beckoning his lips to taste it. His fingers shook as he traced her breasts, as she stood before him, unashamed.

  “You are so beautiful. So perfect,” Rich said, bringing his mouth to her right nipple. Sam groaned as it closed around her, his tongue tracing her areola then sucking on the pert, taunt pink bud. She felt aching between her legs, a sensation that required relief. Knowing that she stood naked on the open dock, visible to anyone who dared the high tide and the cliffs, made her shiver with excitement.

  Rich laid her down on the deck on top of her sundress, and stroked her stomach as he paid tribute to her left nipple. She squirmed under his touch, and tried to move her hand down to touch him. She wanted to stroke his body in return, to feel his warm, soft skin beneath her hands.

  “No, no. You stay where you are and enjoy this. This is about you. Don’t make me tie you up. I will, you know.”

  “I think I’d like that,” Sam whispered, her hands kneading his shoulders as she nibbled on his neck. Rich smiled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes widened in fear. “Noooo. Please, no more. I’ll be good. I swear!”

  “Shh, I’m not taking this off to punish you. Easy now, honey. I’m just obliging your request. Relax, baby,” he said comfortingly. He wrapped her wrists together in the belt then anchored it securely to the docking post. With her arms restrained firmly over her head, Sam felt completely helpless as he returned to worshipping her breasts with his mouth and hands. She moaned loudly, caught between the wondrous sensation of his suckling lips and the sense of being completely vulnerable and seduced. It was amazing.

  His gentle hands and eager lips traced down the curves of her body, pausing briefly to blow warm, moist air over her groin before traveling down the length of her legs. He returned to her lower abdomen and bikini line, his tongue and lips teasing her.

  “This is torture,” she groaned, twisting her hips in an effort to find some relief.

  Rich smiled, acknowledging her discomfort. “Now you know how I feel when you swirl me. How about this? How does this make you feel?” He gently bent her knees and tenderly parted her thighs, his mouth nibbling and licking her inner thighs and the backs of her knees. Sam felt her juices flow, begging to be tasted. At that moment, her world was comprised of only one thing, the need to feel the touch of his fingers, his hot mouth, everything he had to give her. She wanted it everywhere. She begged, pleaded, bargained.

  Rich was unable to refuse himself the joy of knowing her. “Now, my prize for being so patient,” he whispered, touching her wetness with his tongue. She was so sweet, like vanilla and honey. Her unexpected flavor both surprised and delighted him. He could never get enough of this ambrosia. He buried his face, inhaling deeply. How unusual, and how delicious! Sugar cookies. The woman smelled like sugar cookies!

  Sam bucked as his lips and teeth nibbled her clit, his tongue penetrating her deeply. Gently, he inserted one finger, then two into her, feeling her muscles grab and try to pull him in.

  “More, Rich. Please,” her entreaties continued as she beseeched him to boldness. His inserted a long third finger into her wanting body, sucking and nibbling as he stroked his fingers in and out. She was close to reaching her relief. He could see her muscles tighten and start to spasm as she squirmed to bring herself over the precipice. Rich smiled, trying to delay her orgasm as long as possible. He wanted this first real explosion of the senses to be forever seared into her memory. His experienced fingers touched her g-spot while pressing upon her clit and moved gently in a firm circle. Within seconds, Sam released herself to him, her cry joining the breaking of the waves as she erupted in an explosive climax that stole her very breath away. Her body spasmed around his hand, her back arching against the restraints as it demanded deeper penetration. Her whimpers echoed through the inlet as she continued to shudder in the aftermath. It was not until she finally sunk back down in exhaustion that he returned to her mouth and kissed her soundly.

  “Is that me?” she asked with surprise, smelling and tasting herself on his lips. Sugar cookies or crème brûlée? “How weird. I never noticed before. Is that normal?”

  “That is certainly you and it is amazing, I’ve never had anything like it. I’m never going to want any other kind of desert after tasting you,” he said softly, releasing her hands and rubbing out her arms. “Well? Did you like that?”

  “I never knew it would feel so good. I’m still shaking. I like your version of aftercare, Rich.”

  “Be a good girl and you’ll get a lot more,” he promised, caressing her. “How’s your bottom?”

  “I forgot about it for a while, but now it’s hurting again. Especially sitting on this deck. I’m hungry,” she announced, allowing him to help her to her wobbly feet.

  He picked up her dress and slipped it back over her head. “Let’s go inside. I’ll make us something.”

  “Can we do this again? Maybe let me taste you this time?” Sam asked eagerly, taking his hand as they walked up the stairs to the house.

  “You are a greedy little wench, aren’t you? No.”

  “Why not? You would like it, right?” Sam pouted.

  “Of course I would, but the point is that you are still being punished and don’t deserve anymore treats right now. This will not be the normal type of aftercare you will receive after I have to spank that little bottom of yours. So do not go expecting it.”

  “But I liked it. A lot.” Sam snuggled against him, reaching to stroke his lips with her index finger.

  “Do you want another spanking?”

  “No.”

  “Then behave yourself. Grilled cheese?”

  Sam just grunted out her response and returned to her pouting.

  ***

  “You’re taking a huge risk, honey. I don’t know if I like it. Scott, I really need to get home,” Dr. Quimby said. Sam had snuck into her father’s room and called him late that evening after Rich had fallen asleep.

  “Let’s see if we can get you on a plane. What’s she getting herself into this time?”

  “She wants to approach this guy for money. I don’t want Michael or Rich being stuck bailing her out of this. She’ll suffer greatly. I am also afraid for her safety. I don’t know how far this jerk will take things.”

  “Is she certain this is the guy?”

  “Yes, Uncle Scott. I was watching him as he set up the partnerships at the party, plus the comments he made were overtly suspicious. I just need
to have a reason to approach him and the only one I can think of is messing up Michael’s car.”

  “Oh no, you don’t. Nothing and no one will save you from that,” Scott said. Michael loved his Jag, no one but him was allowed to drive it without express permission.

  “My only other alternative is wrecking your Hummer, and you love that stupid truck just as much as Michael loves his dumb car,” she said quietly.

  “No way.”

  “It’s just a damn truck, Scott. It’s made to be bumped,” Dr. Quimby argued.

  “I don’t see her wanting to destroy your Lexus.”

  “That’s because it’s at the airport. And she is more important than a vehicle. Are you sure this is the way to go, honey?”

  “Unless you have a better idea. Scott, Michael hid the keys from me. Do you have a spare set?”

  “Under my dresser. How bad is it going to be?”

  “Enough to make me panicky. When can you be home, Daddy? Just in case the cops get involved.”

  “I will be taking the next flight out. Scott is making the reservations right now. I should be home by six tomorrow evening.”

  “Okay, I’m trusting you to save me from the boys. Uncle Scott, I know you’ll have to do something about this to save face, but please be kind. I’m not doing too well. Rich got hold of me.”

  “I’m sorry sweetie, but you asked for it with the drinking. Pretty bad?”

  “I will avoid his wrath as much as yours. He’s wicked with a belt. I honestly can’t sit comfortably and I am going to be sporting some nasty welts for a day or two. Although, my aftercare cuddles were a lot better.”

  “I don’t want to know,” Scott grumbled.

  “He’s going to be livid when this happens. Remember, he thinks I’m grounded. Plus, I’m going to have to use the drinking thing again to up the fine. I won’t really do it. I promise.”

  “I am so sorry you were put through this, baby. Just be careful. I’ll figure out a way to distract the boys so you can disappear for a while. Maybe an engineering emergency,” her father promised, looking at his friend for help. Scott was tapping his head, indicating he was thinking.

  “One will want to stay here, or they will take me with them.”

  “Trust me doll face, I’ll think of something for you,” Scott said kindly. “Maybe you can use your ‘ow’ as a reason to stay in bed tomorrow.”

  “Good idea. I’ll play it up. Do you really think you can get them out of the house for any amount of time?”

  “I’ll do my best. We love you. And we both owe you for this. I’ll have Dad take you shoe shopping, okay?”

  Sam chuckled as her father half-heartedly protested Scott’s offer, wondering what happened to the ‘we’ part of the deal. She finally hung up the phone and climbed under the blankets in her father’s bed. She decided to stay in there and avoid waking Rich as she tossed restlessly, unable to find a comfortable sleeping position. She heard him calling for her a little later.

  “Samantha? Oh shit, you better not have taken off! Where are you?”

  “I’m in Daddy’s room. I didn’t go anywhere. I hurt too much to stay still and didn’t want to wake you,” she said softly as he climbed up next to her on the king sized bed.

  He stroked her face and gently kissed her. “I’m not surprised. I did a thorough job on you. Okay, go back to sleep. I’ll be in my room if you need me,” he said referring to upstairs guest room that he had claimed as his own.

  “Will you rub something on my ows so I can sleep? Please?”

  Rich sighed as he eyed her carefully. Finally, he nodded and left to retrieve the small tub of ointment she used for an occasional sunburn. Sam smiled, grateful that he was willing to help make her comfortable. She also felt bad to have to disappoint him again, and prayed her father would return in time to save her ass.

  The phone rang loudly at 0730. It was Michael. “Samantha, I need to speak to Rich right away.”

  “What’s wrong? Why are you still on duty? You must be exhausted.”

  “Long story, kiddo. I got a little sleep between the shifts last night, so I’m okay. I need a second to come with me for an emergency review at the sub-station. There was a reported security leak. I’d ask you, but you’re on suspension still.”

  “I couldn’t anyway, I hurt too much. Rich really laid it into me.”

  “I heard. You just stay in bed. Get him for me please.”

  She carefully picked her way down the hallway, truly aching. Tapping on his door, she peeked inside. “Rich? Wake up. Mike needs to talk to you. It’s an emergency.”

  “Hey Mike, what’s happening? Damn, I’m on my way. Okay, I’ll tell her. Michael says he loves you and to go back to bed. He’s trusting you to behave yourself, and so am I. Just remember, the cane comes out next time,” he warned her sternly, peeling off his clothes and changing in front of her. He was beautiful to look at. She sighed, feeling a stirring. No, bad timing.

  “Yes, Rich. Drive carefully.”

  “I love you. I mean it, you better be a good girl for me. I’ll see you when we’re done. It might be late. We’ll call if we can, but it’s a class 1 security breach.”

  “You might not be home tonight then.” She forced herself to look unhappy.

  “It will be okay. Go back to bed.” He kissed her before rushing out the door.

  Sam hung around the house, knowing one of them would call to check on her. Michael phoned at about two o’clock that afternoon to tell her they would be delayed indefinitely. Her father called shortly afterwards from Chicago, he was on his layover and would be in by six. Sam reported her plans on leaving in an hour and that she intended to make herself visible at the school’s football game prior to attending the after game party.

  Her father laughed. “You poor kid. You hate football. Well, at least your brother will have no reason to guess where you are.”

  “It is all in the line of duty, Daddy. Just remember your promise to take me shoe shopping. And as long as Michael doesn’t use his transmitter and twin powers to find me, I should be safe from him. I’ll call you when I can.”

  Sam dressed in a miniskirt; then changed her mind after viewing herself in the large mirror. There were some nasty bruises that no one would need to see – nor did she feel like having to explain how they got there. With an exasperated sigh, she painfully donned tight hip-hugging jeans and a halter top. She again surveyed her appearance and smiled. This should get some attention!

  After retrieving the spare keys and some money from Michael’s dresser drawer, she grabbed a six-pack of wine coolers and a bottle of brandy. Nasty stuff, she thought as she sniffed it. She climbed into the Hummer and took off to the game. As she predicted, Bob was there sitting in the midst of several girls. He waved to her, pointing to the bench next to him.

  “My pretty Samantha. How are you today?”

  “Okay. Had another huge fight with my dad. No biggie.”

  “Is that your truck? Nice vehicle. Pricey.”

  “No, it’s my father’s. He took the Jag to work after trying to stop me from coming today. He doesn’t let me drive very much, mainly because he worships his stupid cars. I found the spare keys and here I am.”

  “Daddy has some money, huh?”

  “Yeah, but he’s cheap. He spends it on his toys,” she lied. She hated making up bad stories about her beloved father. He walked on water as far as she was concerned. “Like I said, he is a total douchebag about these damn cars. Maybe because I’m a girl. He lets my brother drive them.”

  “You need to buy your own car.”

  “Yeah, right, on $25 bucks a week. I’ll just use his when he’s not around. He’ll never know.”

  Bob continued to inquire about her dysfunctional family life, miserable school situation and sense of loneliness for companionship. He also discovered she had been expelled from her old school back east because of ‘inappropriate behavior’ under the bleachers. Something Daddy still didn’t want to face. By the end of the game, he menti
oned his business proposition.

  “What would you say if you could make 300 bucks an hour?”

  “I’d say bring it on.”

  “Are you going to the party? I’ll tell you my plan.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  Her cell phone rang at 5:30 pm with Michael checking in on her. Fortunately, she was in the Hummer when the call was forwarded from the house line. She pretended to be groggy and wanting to return to sleep, grumping because he woke her. He apologized profusely with a sincere promise not to wake her again unless he absolutely had to. She growled out a ‘thank you’ and hung up the phone. Sam felt her stomach lurch with guilt – deceit was not in her nature, especially with those she loved. This whole thing would take more than shoe shopping to make her feel right again!

  “Please forgive me, boys,” she whispered aloud, taking a swig of the brandy. Nasty stuff, she thought as she gagged. I don’t know why Daddy and Scott like it. She saw Bob exiting his car in the driveway of the house and waved at him. Just then, she drove onto the curb and plowed the front left corner of the Hummer into a large tree.

  Bob came running over. “Oh shit! Are you okay?”

  “You should see me parallel park. Oops. I guess I misjudged the curb a little bit.” She giggled, taking another swig of the brandy and forcing herself not to flinch. “Oh boy, this is not good. I really fucked up the truck huh?”

  “I’ll say. It’s going to cost some dough to fix it. You don’t want to call the cops for an insurance report, they’ll bust you for drinking.”

  “Damn, I didn’t think of that.” Yes, she did. “What am I going to do? Dad is going to kill me.”

  “I really should call the police,” Bob commented. Good, he was going to blackmail her, just as she hoped. She grabbed her wrist, rubbing the ‘watch’; the transmitter started recording all data to Central.

  “It’s bad enough I’m going to have to pay for this, but getting arrested will make it worse. I’m on probation, remember? Please don’t call. I’ll do whatever you need.”

  “Let’s move the truck first so no one sees the damage. I’ll drive it,” Bob said, getting in. The girl climbed into the passenger side. He started the engine and took off down the road.