It was insane. Maybe she should take a moment to breathe. To think. But then, where had thinking gotten her? She’d spent her life overthinking.
This was the time to live. If he ever left her—and that worry was still at the back of her mind despite his reassurances that he wouldn’t—at least she’d have these memories.
“Tell me, Mari-girl. What would you like me to do? Do you want me to help you relax? Or remove my finger and behave myself? I should warn you, though. I’ve never been good at behaving myself.”
“I can tell,” she said dryly.
“You’re not very good at that either. Too bad for you, when you misbehave, you end up with a red bottom.”
She whimpered. Those words, they just did something to her. She’d had an obsession with spanking for so long. The more she read, the more she desired that sort of relationship. And now to have found someone who would be willing to discipline her when needed. To fuck her like she desired. And to treat her like a treasured little princess. Or a queen.
Damn. It was like a fairytale come to life.
“Mari-girl?”
“I want you to help me relax,” she burst out.
“Good girl for telling me what you need. I want you to know that you can always come to me with what you need. I might not always grant it, although I am a rather indulgent Daddy, so barring anything that might endanger you, I’m thinking there is little I would deny you.”
Oh boy.
“I feel especially indulgent when my good little girl does exactly as I tell her to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to stand up and take your pants and your sweater off. You can leave your T-shirt and panties on.”
Thank goodness for that.
“I know you’re probably still feeling quite shy and I’m not going to push you to show me all of you. Yet. Be warned though, that will come.”
He helped her stand, holding onto her hand until she was steady. With hands that shook from anticipation and arousal, she pulled off her sweater. Then she reached for the button of her pants.
“Slowly,” he told her. “That’s it. Good girl. Let them drop. Okay, now turn around and bend over to pick them up. Show me that delicious ass of yours. Baby, that is a beautiful sight.”
Marisol could feel herself blushing at the heat in his voice. But she could hear how turned on he was. Aroused by her. It filled her with a confidence she’d very rarely felt and she bent to grab her pants, folding them and placing them with her sweater on the couch.
“Come here, Mari-girl.” He held out his hand and helped her sit back in the same position, with her back to his front.
She was grateful for this position, she wasn’t sure she could look at him while he . . . while he touched her.
Holy. Shit.
Lincoln Johnson. The gorgeous, funny foreman of Sanctuary Ranch was going to touch her. Was this really happening? She was afraid to pinch herself and wake up.
“Spread your legs apart and put them on either side of mine.”
She widened, feeling her heart beat race. Crap she hoped she didn’t pass out from excitement. That would be embarrassing.
“What’s your safeword going to be?”
Did she really need one? Nerves flooded her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He arranged the blanket over her again, making her feel more secure. He seemed to be so in-tune with her. As though he knew when something pushed the boundary of what she was comfortable with. Pushing her, but not too much.
“Mari-girl? You can use red if you like. Easy to remember.”
“Yes . . . I . . . red is good,” she managed to get out.
“Good. Remember, you can use it at any time. If you’re scared, worried, unhappy or feel ill. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Unless I say otherwise, you’re to keep your legs exactly where they are. Your hands are to remain at your sides. And your eyes are to stay on the movie. Understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What do you call me?”
She blushed. “Yes, Daddy.”
She gasped as he cupped her right breast. His other hand moved lower, his finger running along her slick lips, still covered by her red panties.
He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. “My, these panties are very soaked, aren’t they? You should have told me. I’d have had you remove them. They must be so uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable?”
She groaned at his words. Who knew he’d like to talk during sex? Then again, he didn’t seem afraid to talk about anything so why wouldn’t he talk to her like this?
“Mari-girl?” He paused and she knew he wasn’t going to continue until she answered him.
“Yes, I’m uncomfortable,” she told him.
“Well, we can’t have that. Take them off. You can keep the blanket over you.”
Without a word, she slipped her panties down over her hips and managed to get them completely off without revealing anything.
Oh hell. There was something much more wicked about lying on top of him with her bottom half bare.
“Now, isn’t that better?”
“Yes.”
“And it means I have better access to all of my girl. Now, keep watching the movie, while I have a play. I need to see what you like and don’t like.”
He ran his finger up and down her slick lips. “So turned on. Do you like me talking to you? Telling you what to do?”
“Yes,” she groaned as he circled her clit. He suddenly gave her pussy a sharp slap that had her crying out.
“What a plump, swollen clit you have. It needs to be touched, doesn’t it? When you touched yourself would you circle it like this?” His actions followed his words as he circled her clit slowly. “Or would you flick it like this.” She groaned as he flicked the needy nub.
“Like that,” she told him, barely able to keep her gaze ahead. She had no idea what was going on in the movie, her attention was totally on what he was doing to her pussy. What his fingers were doing to her nipple.
“I can tell you like that. And what about these nipples? Would you play with them?” He brought both hands up to her breasts. He toyed with her hard nipples through her T-shirt. Plucking at her nipples.
She took in a sharp breath as he tugged at them far harder than she’d ever dared to. But the slight pain sent an answering shot of arousal through her blood, down to her clit which throbbed in reaction.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
“You do like that, don’t you? What about this?” He lightly flicked them with his fingers and her breathing grew harsher, faster.
“Please. Please.”
She tried to put her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs.
“Naughty girl, were you given permission to close your legs?”
“No.”
“That’s going to earn you some punishment isn’t it?” He gave the inside of her thighs two hard smacks each. Smacks that had her crying out in shock at the pain. And the pleasure.
“Now keep your legs there. I say when you get to move.” He kissed the shell of her ear. “Just like I get to say when you come. Just so you know, there is no coming without my permission. If I ever discover that you’ve disobeyed me, I’m going to tie you to my bed and bring you to the point of orgasm again and again without letting you come. Then the next day, you’ll wear a clit tickler. Only I’ll have the remote so I decide when you come and when you don’t. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The sir slipped out, but he didn’t correct her.
“Good girl. But for tonight, you can come as often as you want.”
“I’ll only come once.”
“Sorry?”
She squirmed, feeling embarrassed. “I’ve never been able to come more than once in one session. I can’t.”
“Oh, baby. Don’t you know better than to throw down a challenge like that when I’m trying to be good?” he crooned.
This was him trying to be good?
Wai
t. What did he mean by a challenge? That wasn’t a challenge.
“Now, I’m always going to make sure that you come several times.”
She shook her head. No way.
“Yes.” He reached up and grabbed her chin, turning her face around so he could kiss her. The angle was a bit awkward, but that didn’t stop her body from turning to goo.
“Back to watching the movie.” He moved both hands down to her pussy. “Place your legs over the arms of the recliner.”
She moved them so she was spread obscenely wide. Who knew this was where her day was going to end up when she’d woken up this morning?
Not her.
“Tell me,” he asked as he flicked at her clit while circling her entrance. “Have you ever played with your bottom hole while you made yourself come?”
Oh God.
“O-once.”
“Only once.” The finger at her clit began to move faster. She was growing closer and closer to that peak. “Didn’t you like it?”
“It was weird.”
“Hmm, weird good or weird bad?”
“I . . . I don’t know.” One finger thrust very shallowly into her pussy, not pushing against the barrier of her hymen. Another finger joined that one, stretching her. “Good, but wrong at the same time.”
“I get it. But if it brings pleasure and it doesn’t hurt anyone, then how can it be bad?”
She’d often wondered if her desire to be Little was weird or wrong. She wasn’t hurting anyone though. And even though she hadn’t been convinced that people really lived like this, she knew she wasn’t the only one who liked to read about it. CJ Bennett’s books did well enough to prove that people enjoyed age play stories.
Now it seemed that people really did live like this. She wondered again if Abby was a Little. And what about the other women who lived on the ranch? Maybe he wasn’t ready to tell her yet. It made sense that they would guard their privacy.
“You are so gorgeous. So sexy. So hot. My girl.”
“Oh. Ohhh.” It was enough to send her over the edge. She shuddered in his arms as he held her tight. He patted her clit gently, bringing her down slowly.
“That feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She slumped against him. Exhausted. Sated. She was going to sleep well tonight.
“Good. Then it’s time for round two.”
Oh hell.
20
Marisol laid her head back against Linc’s chest.
Three. Three orgasms.
She’d never had three orgasms in a day. Never mind one after the other like that.
Linc turned her so her back was cradled by his right arm. His other hand lay possessively at the top of her thigh.
“How you feeling, Mari-girl?”
“Like I’ll never walk again.” Suddenly it was too much effort to even hold her head up. She let it flop against his chest, her eyes drifting halfway closed. She’d never felt so relaxed. It was like everything going on in her head, all the voices whispering doubts and fears, had closed up shop for the night.
“It’s so peaceful,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” he asked quietly
“In my head. It’s so quiet. It’s never been so quiet. I’m always thinking about something. But right now, I feel like I could just drift off.”
“Good. That’s what I want for you. I want to be that safe place where you can just be you. Where you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen. Or what you have to do or say. Because you can give that all to me. Just let it all go. Just be.”
She let out a contented sigh, burying her face into his chest. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. It was my pleasure. You’ll find Little space like that too. Once you trust me enough to let go and fully show me your Little. No, don’t tense up. Not saying you have to do that right now. We have time. You’re not going anywhere.”
Marisol let it sink in that she really didn’t have to go anywhere. He wanted her here.
“Right now, though, it’s time for my Little girl to go to bed. Especially since she didn’t rest properly like Daddy told her to,” he lightly scolded. He tilted her towards him and rubbed her bottom cheek lightly. A warning. “Tomorrow we’ll discuss those rules.”
She wiggled at the thought. He groaned, and she stilled as his hard cock pressed against her thigh. “Jesus, baby. Keep moving like that and I’m going to do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager and come in my pants.”
“Linc!”
“What?” He gave her a devilish grin. “It’s just the truth. Playing with your sweet pussy, touching those luscious breasts, listening to those moans and whimpers as I pleasured you, I’m surprised I haven’t come already.”
He stood with her in his arms. Shit, he was strong. She tried to reach for the bottom of her T-shirt to pull it over her bare ass.
“Linc!”
“What do you call me?” he asked her.
“Daddy.”
“That’s right. In these walls, I’m Daddy. Or Sir if you’re more comfortable calling me that while we’re playing around.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, to let her know what kind of play he was talking about.
Like she hadn’t gotten it already.
“Outside these walls, you can call me Linc. If that’s what you want.”
He strode towards his bedroom and set her down on his bed. She’d peeked in here earlier. It was neat as a pin. A king-sized bed with a wooden slat headboard. Plain, dark-blue cover. Two wooden nightstands and one dresser.
“There’s two spare drawers in the dresser for you. Your side of the bed is the one closest to the wall.” He pointed at her side of the bed. “It’s safer for you.”
Mr. Protective strikes again. It filled her with warmth. He was so caring.
“There’s plenty of room in the closet, once we get you some more clothes.”
“Okay,” she said, her mind spinning.
He crouched down, his hands on her thighs. She had them pressed together to keep herself somewhat covered.
“I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here to help, all right? Whatever you need, you only have to ask.”
“All right,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Do you want to shower on your own or do you want Daddy to bathe you?”
She swallowed hard. Her legs definitely felt like jelly. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready for him to see her completely naked.
“I know I’ve pushed you a lot tonight, so I’m giving you the choice. But soon, I’m going to see all of you. There won’t be a part of you that I haven’t kissed, touched, studied.”
Her breath hitched. Jesus. She couldn’t be turned on again, could she? Her gaze went lower to the bulge in his jeans. “Do you want me to help you with that?”
Oh no. Did she just say that? What was she going to do? She knew nothing about cocks.
All right. That’s not entirely true. You know what you’ve read in books. You could use that as an instructional manual, right?
She just needed to reread all those scenes with blow jobs. Damn, she wished she had her eReader. But maybe she could find some free books to download onto her new phone.
“Did I lose you, Mari-girl?”
“What? No! Sorry.” She knew she was bright red.
He grinned. It was a wicked grin that made his eyes dance. She braced herself for what was about to come out of his mouth.
“Did you just offer to give me a blow job?”
“What? I-I-I . . . what?”
He waited patiently for her to finish stumbling over her words.
“I think so,” she said lamely.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Well, when you know so, then you can give me one. What you can do is part your legs and let me have a small taste of your pussy before I go take care of this.”
Her eyes widened. He wanted to taste her? Wait. He was going to take care of things himself?
Holy shit was her first thought.
Ca
n I watch? was her second.
Jeez, Marisol. When did you become a voyeur?
Linc ran his hands up along the inside of her thighs, slowly parting them until she was completely on display for him. As soon as she realized what he’d done, she put her hand down to cover herself.
“Uh-uh, hands on your thighs and keep them there. This is my reward.”
“Reward for what?” she asked, removing her hand and placing her palms on her thighs. God, it was hard. What did he think? Did he think she was pretty? Was she funny looking? Oh man, she wished he’d say something.
“Reward for not ordering you to strip off, lie back on the bed so I can have my way with you. It’s taking a lot of restraint. You should let me have my reward.”
“I don’t know if I can . . . I’m so sensitive down there.”
“Who said you were going to get to come? This is my reward. I want a taste. Naughty girl.”
Her mouth opened then shut. Then he ginned at her and winked.
She growled at him. Actually growled. She was shocked at herself.
“Of course I did say you could come as often as you wanted to tonight. So I’m just gonna have my reward and whether you want to come or not is up to you. If it’s sore or too sensitive, though, you tell me and I’ll stop.”
He started kissing his way up her thigh.
What if she smelled awful? She was still slick from the orgasms he’d given her. What if she didn’t taste nice? How mortifying would that be?”
“Red!” she called out before she could think about it. Immediately, he sat back on his heels, giving her a surprised look.
He withdrew his hands and she wanted to put them back on her legs, feeling bereft without his touch.
Mierda!
She’d made a mistake.
“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I’m sorry. I pushed too much, didn’t I? Of course you’re too sensitive. What was I thinking?” He was frowning, berating himself and she couldn’t stand it.
“I’m sorry!” she burst out.
He blinked, looking confused. “What are you sorry for, baby? I’m the one who pushed too hard. I should have backed off when you said you were sensitive. You’re just so gorgeous, it’s hard to keep my hands off you. Do you need some space? Maybe a warm cloth between your legs will help.”
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