He made to stand and she lurched forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Hey, what’s this?” He patted her back. “It’s okay. Shit, you’re shaking. I deserve a whipping for upsetting you. Hey. Hey.” He sat next to her, pulling her onto his lap and rocking her. “It’s all right. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. Did I scare you? Mari-girl, you have to talk to me!”
“I took away your reward,” she wailed.
He tensed. “What? That’s why you’re upset? Baby . . .”
“I just, I’ve never had a man’s mouth there . . . well, obviously I haven’t. I’ve never done anything. What if you didn’t like it? What if I taste weird? What if—”
He placed his hand over her mouth. “Gonna stop you right there, Mari-girl. You’re worrying far too much about something you shouldn’t. Like I told you, there’s not a part of your body I won’t know. I want all of you. You’re the most gorgeous, sexy, sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
She still didn’t know how he could think that.
“All I have to do is think of you and I get hard. Parts of sex are messy and sometimes strange, but it’s all about what we both enjoy. You’re not going to know if you enjoy it until you try it. Try oral sex, don’t like it, then maybe we put it on the back burner to try another day. Try a certain position, don’t like it, same thing. Okay? There’s no right or wrong. But just so you know, you smell delicious and you’re going to taste even better. The only problem will be how badly I get addicted to the taste of you.”
Oh dear Lord.
He leaned back to look into her face. “You good now?”
She nodded. “Sorry for overreacting. I panicked and then when you stopped touching me, I panicked some more.”
He frowned with a nod. “You took me withdrawing touch as rejection or punishment?”
“Kind of.”
“I pulled back because you said your safeword and I thought it was what you wanted. I won’t do that again, all right?”
“All right.”
“I think you’ve had enough for the night. You’re exhausted. Do you want a snack before bed?”
She nodded. “Just a small one, maybe.”
“I’ll grab you something. Want me to run you a bath or you just want a shower?”
“I thought you wanted your reward?” she whispered quietly.
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you need sleep more than anything else. Now, shower or bath?”
“Shower please.”
“All right. Stand up and show me you’re steady enough to shower on your own.”
She stood, managing to get her legs to work.
“Good enough. You can eat your snack then take a short shower only. Don’t put the water on too hot and leave the door open so I can hear you if anything happens.”
“I’ve been showering on my own for a while now,” she told him dryly.
He stood and kissed her lightly. “Not anymore. From now on, Daddy will take care of you. In all ways.”
Gulp.
21
Marisol was nervous as she entered Linc’s bedroom. He’d insisted she take one of his T-shirts to put on after her shower.
She immediately noticed all of the bags he’d had earlier sitting on the bed. She could hear his shower still going. She wished she was brave enough to take a peek at him. She wondered if he was touching himself.
Holy shit.
Instead, she forced herself to go over to the bed. Grabbing a bag, she drew out some panties. She bit her lip. They were all lacy but soft. The tags had all been pulled off so she didn’t know how much he’d spent.
All lacy and in various shades of colors. There were even matching bras. Jeez, how had he gotten her size right? That was a skill right there. A few T-shirts, two pairs of yoga pants and a teal hoodie with the picture of a cat on the front.
It was seriously cute. And soft. She ran her fingers over it. Oh wow. She couldn’t wait to wear this. She found the empty drawer and put everything away.
She grabbed the other bag, pulling out a brand-new iPhone. Yikes. These things cost a bomb. And then her heart stopped, a little gasp leaving her as she pulled out an eReader. He’d bought her an eReader?
“Is it the right kind?”
His voice startled her and she glanced over to see him walking in, dressed in just a pair of black, cotton pajama pants. Damn, He was ripped. Gorgeous. He’d taken a shower and the ends of his hair were still a bit wet. She couldn’t help but drop her gaze to his crotch. Which was no longer thick and hard. Had he taken care of that in the shower?
Crap. Maybe she should have asked to watch.
Too late, she realized he was standing in front of her. And she’d just been caught staring at his crotch.
Whoops.
“Mari-girl? That the right kind? Bear said they didn’t have a lot of choice. We can take it back if it’s not.” He touched the eReader in her hand.
“It’s . . . it’s perfect. You shouldn’t—”
He placed a finger on her lips. “What did I tell you to say when I give you something?”
Oh. Right.
He removed his hand. “Thank you, Daddy. But still—”
“Nope.” His hand went back over her mouth. “You just need to stop after thank you, Daddy. I don’t want to hear how I shouldn’t have. I wanted to do it. Besides, you’re gonna be stuck here on the ranch for a bit and unfortunately, I can’t take much time off to keep you entertained. This will help keep you out of getting into trouble.”
“I don’t get into trouble.” She pouted.
He snorted. “Right. Sure. Your life is safe and boring.”
“It usually is! I’m never in trouble. I’m not interesting enough to get into trouble.”
“Careful,” he warned. “That sounds suspiciously like putting yourself down and you know how I feel about that.”
She bit her lip worriedly. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, freeing it. Then he shocked her by leaning down and running his tongue across it. “I don’t want my baby getting bored. When she gets bored, she does naughty things like clean when she should be resting. So I’ve got to make sure she’s got plenty to keep her entertained. Tomorrow we’ll get you some more clothes and some toys and set you up a play area. That will help.”
Play area. Toys.
Holy. Hell. Where did she start with all that?
It was like she’d entered some alternate reality. Where she was no longer a boring bookworm and she’d become someone to be treasured and desired.
She had to say, she liked it. A lot.
“Where are Princess Nana and your blanket?” he asked.
In the other room. Because she hadn’t been certain that he’d really meant it when he said he didn’t mind her sleeping with them.
“In my bedroom.”
“This is your bedroom now. I want all of your stuff in here. Go get them. I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”
“Oh, you don’t need to—”
“I want to. Go.”
She practically scurried out of the room, grabbed snuggly, Princess Nana and her bag she used to carry around her diabetic supplies. She’d already checked her blood sugar levels so she hopped back into Linc’s bed. The sheets were smooth and fresh. The bed was enormous. She felt tiny sitting in it.
He walked back in with two bottles of water, one of which he set on his nightstand. He undid the lid of the other one and handed it to her. She took just a few sips.
“Drink some more, Mari-girl. I’m not convinced you drink enough. I’ll ask Doc about that.”
She took a few more sips to appease him. But she thought she drank plenty of water.
“We’re really going to see a doctor tomorrow?”
“The ranch doctor. Technically, he works for Kent. But he looks after everyone who lives on the ranch.”
“Umm, what about insurance? My aunt is bound to take me off hers.”
“That’s all covered. If you need anything he
can’t give, you’ll be under the ranch’s insurance.”
“Really?” But she didn’t work here. She didn’t contribute anything.
“Yep, I’ll set it up tomorrow. Don’t worry. If Clint was here, he would insist on it. Now, Doc can be a complete grouch, but you’ll get used to him. He’s softened up some since Caley came to live with him.”
“She seemed really nice when I was doing her nails for Charlie’s bridal shower.”
“She is. She lives with Doc and his brother, Archer.”
“Two men? Really?” Caley lived with two men? She’d thought Mrs. Long had that wrong.
“That a problem?”
“With me? No. It doesn’t worry me. I mean, I’ve read plenty of menage and reverse harem books. I just didn’t realize that happened in real life.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You better not think of starting your own harem. Because I don’t share. Ever.”
Her eyes went wide. “I can’t even handle one man. How would I handle more?”
“You wouldn’t. Because I’d kill them and punish you. This is a big ranch. There’s lots of places to hide a body.”
She nearly laughed. Until she realized he was completely serious. Yikes. No harems. Got it. Like that was really a concern.
She was a twenty-three-year-old virgin for cripe’s sake.
“Are there any other relationships like that on the ranch?”
“Menages? No. But every man on the ranch including those who work for JSI were chosen because they have similar views on how a relationship should be.”
“And how is that?”
“That there should be a head of the household. Someone who takes control. That all the women are protected by all the men. Most of the men here are Daddy Doms.”
She thought that through. It made sense with everything she’d seen and after talking to Abby. “And many of the women are Littles?”
“Yep.” He watched her carefully. “Most of the women who live in the ranch are Littles.”
“Wow. That actually makes things a lot easier.”
He gave her a surprised look. “It does?”
“Yeah. Knowing others have the same desires and needs. That I won’t be ridiculed or made fun of for my needs.” She dropped her gaze.
Reaching over, he tilted her chin up. “Never. Nobody will ever make fun of you here. And if anyone does, you’re to tell me. I’ll take care of it.”
She was sure he would. Linc seemed like he could take care of anything.
“Time for sleep. Were you a good girl and did what I asked you to?”
“Yes,” she said quietly, remembering his order not to wear any panties to bed.
“Hmm, I’m almost disappointed.”
“What?”
“A nice spanking before bed could do wonders to help you relax.”
Oh good Lord. She just glared at him, not bothering to even reply. He let out a small bark of laughter.
“You need a light on to sleep?”
“Yes. I um, left my nightlight behind.”
He got out and turned on the bathroom light, leaving the door open just a few inches before turning off the lamp on his side of the bed.
“Okay?” he asked as he climbed into bed.
“Yes, thank you.”
“We’ll get you a new nightlight too. Lie down. Got Princess Nana and your blanket? Does it have a name?”
“I just call it my snuggly,” she whispered, worried about what he might think.
But she need not have worried. Like everything else, he took it in stride.
“Snuggly, that’s cute. Princess Nana and snuggly. Okay, Mari-girl. Get comfy.”
She rolled onto her side, away from him, Princess Nana and her snuggly held tight. Expecting him to keep his distance.
Again, she should have known better.
Grabbing hold of her hip, he dragged her against him, so he was spooning her. His arm wrapped around her just under her breasts.
Oh hell. He had to be kidding her?
Then his leg went between hers, his thigh pressing up against her pussy. He wasn’t really expecting her to sleep like this. Right?
She’d once read somewhere that being the big spoon meant you felt protective and possessive of the other person.
And well, if there were ever two words to describe Linc . . .
Oh and sexy, bossy and funny as well.
It was a killer combination.
“Relax, baby. Sleep time.”
There was no way at all she was gonna sleep. Nope.
Marisol woke up as she usually did, on her tummy with one leg hitched. With her thumb in her mouth, snuggly being rubbed under her nose.
Only this time something was different. There was something hot on her ass. Something that cupped and squeezed.
“Good morning, Mari-girl. Sleep well?”
She let out a small squeak and opened her eyes to find Linc staring at her. His hair was deliciously tousled. His eyes dark and smoky. What did they call them? Bedroom eyes? Holy hell. She totally got that description now. He ran his gaze over her, taking her in. His hand cupped her ass.
She tried to speak then realized that she still had her thumb in her mouth. Quickly, she withdrew it, blushing.
“Don’t remove it on my account,” he told her huskily. “You look so sweet, lying there with your snuggly and your dolly, sucking your thumb. Have you ever tried a pacifier?”
She shook her head.
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
He studied her. “You’ve never thought about it?”
She bit her lip. She couldn’t lie. And not answering would be like telling him anyway. “I have. I’ve just never gotten up the courage to buy one. I was worried my aunt would find it.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. What about a bottle?”
“Umm. Maybe,” she replied. She’d definitely thought about it.
He rewarded her honesty with a warm smile. “We can try whatever you like, Mari-girl. This morning, we’ll go online and buy some toys and supplies for your Little. As well as some toys for big Mari.”
“W-what toys?” He continued to squeeze her ass. Her clit throbbed, wanting him to move his hand down lower to play with her slick lips, to flick her tight nub.
He’d corrupted her. There was no other explanation.
“Oh, we’re going to need a clit tickler.”
Her breath hitched. He couldn’t seriously mean . . .
“We’ll get you some anal plugs as well. Have you thought about me taking you there?” He moved one finger between her cheeks and she tensed.
“Umm . . .”
“Answer me honestly, Mari-girl, or we’ll start the day by reddening your bottom.”
She closed her eyes, unable to look at him as she answered. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He squeezed her bottom gently. Dear Lord, who thought that a butt massage would be such a turn-on?
“Your honesty is going to get a reward very shortly. How sensitive are your nipples?”
“V-very.”
“Hmm, are you ready to show me them? To show me all of you? Don’t you think I deserve that?”
“I’m not sure you’ll think of it as much of a reward,” she muttered.
Smack! That same hand that had been playing with her, landed sharp on her bare ass.
“Ouch!”
She tried to reach down and cover the area but he flicked the blankets back, pulling her T-shirt up over her bottom. He gently rubbed the sore spot as her cheeks filled with red at the sight she knew she must make. She tried to push her T-shirt down, but he gave her a stern look.
“You just earned your first punishment.”
She tensed. “What? Why?””
“You know very well what for,” he replied. “But before we get to that, do you need to go potty? Check your blood sugars?”
“Um, yes.” Anything to avoid punishment.
He landed anoth
er smack on her ass. “Go do that.”
She scrambled out of bed, grateful for the reprieve.
“But don’t take too long or Daddy will assume you need help and come in.”
Crap. So much for that tactic.
She took care of matters then walked slowly back into the bedroom. Surely, he hadn’t meant what he’d said.
He was sitting up in bed. When he caught sight of her, he crooked a finger then pointed at her side of the bed. She moved around and sat, facing him. She took a quick glance at the door then away.
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her chin. “We haven’t talked about limits. I’m not planning on using anything but my hand until we do. Okay?”
Something settled inside her. “Okay.”
“And you always have your safeword.”
She nodded and he let her go then patted his lap. “Over you go for this conversation.”
Oh holy hell.
“Are you sure?”
“Over. Now.”
Gulp. That tone of voice meant business. She lay herself over his lap, squirming slightly at the feel of his hard thighs beneath her tummy. She pressed her thighs together as he raised her T-shirt above her ass.
“Uh-uh, relax and spread your legs slightly. This is a punishment spanking not a fun one. So there’s not pressing your legs together and trying to pleasure yourself. That’s why I’m not spanking you while you’re lying on your tummy. Now, if this was a spanking for fun, I would get you off while spanking you.” He sighed with exaggerated sadness. “Another time.”
Damn him.
“Now, if you can tell me what you did that was naughty, your punishment will be short and quick. But if you deny that you were naughty, I’m not stopping until your bottom is bright red, understand?”
Her breath hitched.
Another smack landed. Ooh that stung. She pressed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
“Hey, I didn’t answer!”
“You were taking too long.” Another smack. “And keep those legs apart. I’ll keep smacking this delicious ass until you answer me. And these spanks don’t count towards your punishment.”
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