“I was naughty,” she cried out.
Another smack. She glared at him over her shoulder. Damn man just grinned at her unrepentantly.
Ooh. He was trouble.
“Why?” he asked. Smack!
“Because I put myself down?”
“You don’t sound certain. Say, I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“Better. Now it’s a count of ten.”
“What? You already spanked me!” she protested.
“And I told you that they didn’t count. Now, remember you have your safeword if you need it. Maybe we need to get you a nice, fat punishment plug. So after your spanking, you can stand or sit in the corner with your legs spread wide so you can’t give yourself any pleasure and a big plug inside your bottom. How does that sound?”
Like torture. And yet, she desperately wanted to try it.
“We could even find some ginger lube if you’re especially bad. That would provide a nice sting.”
Dear Lord, the man was going to kill her.
“Keep your legs spread and your arms out in front of you. If you move either, we start all over again. Count it out.” He slapped his hand down on her already hot ass.
“O-one,” she managed to call out.
Another smack.
“Two!”
He moved from cheek to cheek then back to the middle of her ass. By the time he got to ten, her bottom was warm and throbbing. He definitely hadn’t held back. It had hurt more than she thought it would. And being made to keep her legs open felt almost worse. If she could have gotten some friction against her clit, she might have enjoyed it more.
But then that wasn’t the point of this spanking, was it? She wasn’t sure she’d like a harder spanking.
Well, you know how to avoid that.
He lay back and turned her so she was lying sprawled on his chest. He held her tight until her breathing grew more even.
Ooh. This part she really liked. He ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re beautiful. So sexy. I wish you could see it. I’m dying to see all of you, to cover every inch with my lips, my tongue. I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it that you’re a goddess.”
Did he really mean that?
“My aunt’s favorite insult is to call me a fat mouse.”
He grew tense beneath her. “That woman has a lot to answer for. Mari-girl, she was putting you down, trying to make you feel small so she could feel big. People like that, they don’t like anyone who is prettier than them, sweeter than them, smarter than them.”
“But she’s beautiful,” she protested.
He rolled her onto her back and held her face between his hands. “No, baby. You are.”
They looked at one another. And as she stared up into his eyes, it settled more deeply inside her. Was Rosalind jealous of her? It was hard to believe. Yet there was no mistaking the sincerity in Linc’s eyes.
And to her shock, she found herself reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. Linc moved away, kneeling beside her, watching. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to hurry her along. He just stared at her with a gaze that was equal parts hungry and thankful.
She drew his top off over her head and lay there, completely naked. It was hard. Really hard. And she had to work not to cover herself.
Linc just sat there, frozen.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she finally asked.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
That hadn’t been what she’d expect him to say. Yet at the same time, it was perfect.
She giggled.
“Nope. Make that the universe. Luckiest guy in the universe. Good lord, woman. How could you think you are anything but magnificent? Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“I try to avoid doing that.”
“Baby, if I had your body, you wouldn’t get me away from the mirror.”
She burst into laughter, rolling to her side and holding her tummy. “I can just see you standing in the mirror, preening at yourself.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that it’s not preening.” He climbed from the bed and struck a silly pose with his hand on one cocked hip the other hand behind his neck. “It’s posing.”
“So sorry. Very nice posing.”
“I can do better. Wait there.” He pointed a stern finger at her, his eyes twinkling.
He walked into his closet and when he returned, he had a cowboy hat on. Damn, that was sexy. Her heart raced as he turned around then looked back over his shoulder at her, wiggling his eyebrows.
The man had a very fine ass. Too bad it was covered in pajama pants. She licked her lips and he turned, holding up his arms and bending them, flexing his biceps.
“Are you drooling, Mari-girl?”
She quickly swiped at her mouth as he laughed. She mock-glared at him. Then he tipped off his hat, holding it in front of his cock. “Would you like me to do a strip show for you tonight? You seem to like my posing.”
“Why not now?” she asked huskily.
He knelt on the bed then tossed his hat aside. Too bad he wasn’t naked underneath.
“Because if I do it now, then we’re not leaving this bed until you’re well fucked. And if we’re late to our appointment with Doc, he’ll throw a hissy fit. Plus, I need to feed you. And before that, I need a small taste.”
She rolled onto her back as he came over her, his hands resting on the bed on either side of her as he dipped his mouth low and took her nipple into his mouth with a groan. He sucked on her nipple until she had to press her thighs together to ease the throbbing in her clit.
He let her nipple go with a plop.
“I’m going to wake up each morning and suckle on these breasts.”
Dear Lord. Was it possible for her to blush any harder? The things he said were crazy.
“When we’re at home alone you’re not to wear any panties. I want easy access. Unless you’re in Little space, then Daddy will dress you up like his princess ought to be dressed.”
“Are these rules gonna be written down somewhere?” She groaned as he moved to her other nipple.
“Of course, Mari-girl.”
Suddenly, he drew back and stood then pulled her up beside him. “Time for breakfast.” He walked around and grabbed the T-shirt she’d been wearing last night and pulled it over her head. Then taking hold of her hand, he led her into the kitchen.
He wasn’t serious. Did he expect her to eat when she was so turned on?
“But . . . but . . .”
“But what?” he asked as he reached the kitchen. Turning, he grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. She gasped at the feel of the cool, hard surface against her ass. The cold felt good. Sitting, not so much.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting you on the counter to keep you out of the way and out of trouble.”
“I don’t get into trouble,” she insisted. “And I can’t sit on the counter with a bare bottom.” She tried to wriggle down but he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Uh-uh, when Daddy puts you somewhere, he expects you to stay there.”
She felt her Little side rising up.
“And you do get into trouble when unsupervised.” He placed his hands on either side of her. “You seem tense. What do you need?”
“I don’t know.” She squirmed.
“I think you do. Remember, you have to ask me for what you need. What is it that you need, Mari-girl?” He spoke into her ear, his breath brushing against her skin.
“I need . . . I need . . .”
“Yes, baby, tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“Good girl for telling me.” He drew away from her and she let a small whimper escape. Then he drew off her top, leaving her sitting there naked. “Lie back. I’m going to make you breakfast and in between I’ll pleasure you.”
Holy, holy hell.
But she lay back and
he spread her legs wide, he lay kisses up her thighs until he got to her pussy where he lapped at her. As she was squirming, he drew back and she heard him moving around the kitchen.
She wanted to beg, to plead, but she held back.
Then he returned to her. This time he used both hands to squeeze her nipples as he feasted from her, sucking on her clit as he turned her nipples into hardened nubs.
Then he left again. She could hear the coffee machine working. Something sizzled. The smell of bacon cooking made her stomach grumble.
But right then, she couldn’t seem to care much.
Then he came back to her, pushing her legs even wider as he ran his tongue over her entrance. He dipped it in just slightly before moving it higher to flick at her clit. By now, she was wriggling on the counter, her cries filling the room. Her thighs were tense, her need to come like nothing she’d felt before.
When he moved away this time, she let out a cry of frustration. “No, no, please!”
“Please what?” He appeared next to her head, bending over her to lick at her nipple. “Please leave you alone? Please play with your nipples? Please kiss you? You must tell me what you want.”
Right. She had to ask him. All she had to do was ask and he’d give it to her, right? As long as she wasn’t in danger.
“Please make me come!” she blurted out.
Then he kissed her mouth. “All you had to do was say so.”
Returning to the other side of the counter, he raised her legs so they were up over his shoulders then he feasted on her until she came with a scream, her orgasm so intense that tears actually leaked from her eyes.
And as he brought her down with light licks of his tongue, she felt the room spinning slightly. She was dazed. Boneless.
He drew back. A worried look filled his face. “Are you okay, Mari-girl?” He wiped away her tears.
“Yeah. Just really happy.”
“Good.” He kissed her gently. “Because so am I.”
After putting the T-shirt back on her, Linc sent her off to take her insulin. When she returned, he insisted that she sit on his lap and let him feed her. He fed them both from the one plate. Small bites of egg and bacon. Bits of toast with butter.
Maybe she should have felt self-conscious being fed this way. Instead she leaned against his chest and felt . . .
Cherished.
She’d also become all too aware of the hard cock pressing against her throughout breakfast. That had to hurt, right? He’d gotten her off several times now and hadn’t come himself. Well, except for taking himself in hand in the shower last night.
Damn, she still wished she’d seen that.
After breakfast, he wouldn’t let her help clean up.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”
“Help cook or help me?” he teased.
She blushed as she realized she’d been staring at his cock which was pressed against his pajama pants.
“Umm, both?” she managed to squeak out.
He laughed. “You are so precious.” He leaned down and cupped her chin. “Thank you for offering, but Little girls stay out of the way in the kitchen unless they’re given specific chores. And as for the other, well, as nice as the offer is, we have other things today and a hard-on never killed anyone. I hope.” He winked, making her giggle.
“Now, you go take a shower and get dressed while I clean up. You can wear panties since we’re going out to see Doc later.”
He kissed her. It was a long, hard kiss that made her want to beg him to join her in the shower.
When had she turned into such a sex fiend?
It had to be him. There was just something about him . . . it put her into overdrive. Maybe she should make that shower a cold one.
22
When she entered the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa, tapping on a tablet. “There she is.” He glanced up at her, running his gaze over her black yoga pants and the teal hoodie she was wearing.
She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
“Sorry, were you waiting on me? I figured I’d better wash my hair. It can take a while to wash and dry. I’m thinking about cutting it, honestly.” It was nearly down to her bottom
“Does it give you headaches?” he asked as he patted the seat beside him.
She sat. “Not really. It’s just tiresome to take care of.”
Leaning over, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Then it’s now Daddy’s job to take care of your hair. I’ll wash it, dry it, braid it. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”
She blinked at the finality of his words.
“You look shocked.”
“You really want to do that?” she asked.
“Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to take care of my baby in all ways.”
Wow.
“Here’s the tablet. I want you to go through and pick out any clothes you want. I especially want to see some warmer things in the shopping cart. A couple of jackets, jeans, thermals and hoodies or sweaters. Whatever you like to wear. This site also has lingerie, order some things for at night. Then we’ll get some things for your Little. Don’t worry about your big girl toys. I’ve already ordered them.”
Oh hell. She didn’t want to think about what big girl toys he’d ordered. Or maybe she did and that was the problem.
“I’m going into my office to make a few calls. I have ranch stuff to deal with. When I come back, I’ll pay for all this.” He frowned slightly. “You’ll need a credit card to order your online books, right?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Grab your eReader and I’ll add my number to your account.”
She squirmed, hating that she had to use his money. But she knew he’d just argue that this was stuff she needed. And that he wanted to provide for her.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned and looked at her cart. He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
She squirmed at the scolding tone of his voice. “This isn’t acceptable. Let’s see, we’ll add some more sweaters. Another jacket. Do you like this one?” He pointed to a bright green one.
With a sigh, she pointed to a buttery yellow one she liked better.
“There’s no lingerie in here. Let’s add some of that.” He picked out a few lacy gowns, as well as several snap-crotch teddies. Holy hell. “There we go.”
By the time he was finished, the cart had three times as much stuff.
“Did you get your eReader?” he asked, after paying for the clothes.
“Oh no. I’ll go grab it. If you’re sure,” she said shyly.
“Mari-girl, I don’t usually say things I don’t mean it. But you’re sweet for checking.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. “Now, go get your eReader. Get Princess Nana and snuggly too. You might need their help with choosing toys for your Little.”
Jumping up, she ran and got her doll, snuggly and eReader. He quickly added his credit card to her account.
“Thank you.” She hugged him and he ran his hand up and down her back.
“You’re welcome, teeny. I’m curious, did you always want to work in a spa?”
She shook her head shyly. “No. Never. I don’t really like being around lots of people or having to make small talk all day. I don’t really know what I want to do, though.”
“You’re young. You don’t have to know. While you’re here, so I can keep you safe, you’ll read your books, watch TV and when we get your toys, you’ll have them to play with.”
“I’ve never really played in Little space.”
“Then that’s something to look forward to. Choose some books now, please.” While he had said please, she knew it was an order. So she chose several books she’d been dying to read. She’d deleted her aunt’s credit card but kept her account so she didn’t lose her books.
Then they moved on to an age play site. It was one she’d actually looked at a lot. While she’d planned to spend as little of his money as
possible, she squealed when she saw the cutest set of pajamas. They were a shorts and cami set with pink hearts on them and lace along the hem of the shorts and the top part of the cami.
Linc snorted. “Well, guess they’re going in the cart.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” Her Little had pushed towards the surface as soon as he’d clicked on the website, it seemed. Or maybe she’d started to come out when he’d ordered her to go get Princess Nana and snuggly. She brought snuggly up to her nose, rubbing the soft blanket back and forth in a nervous gesture.
“Why are you sorry, teeny?”
“For spending all your hard-earned money on me.” She slipped her thumb into her mouth, unable to help herself. She thought he might get mad for her bringing up the money thing again. Maybe she should have stayed quiet.
Silly girl.
“Are Little girls supposed to worry about money, teeny?”
“Big girls are.”
He shrugged. “Only if they need to. And Daddy has told you that you don’t need to, hasn’t he?”
She nodded.
Reaching out, he tilted up her chin and then gently pulled her thumb from her mouth. “Daddy would very much like for you to stop worrying about money. There are things you do for Daddy and things that Daddy does for you, understand? Things do not have to be equal and yet in the end, they often end up that way.”
She wasn’t so convinced. How could they be equal when he was contributing all the money?
“Do you have any idea of why I might like being a Daddy Dom?” he asked her.
“You enjoy being in control. You like ordering me around.”
His lips twitched. “You answered that question quickly.”
She bit her lip. Was she not meant to say any of that? “Sorry, Daddy.”
“No, don’t be sorry. That was just the truth. And you’re right, I do like taking charge. But there’s more to it than me just ordering you around. Although I do enjoy that.” His smile grew. “However, I also have this deep need to take care of someone special, in all ways. You may have noticed that I’m rather protective.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy. I’ve noticed.”
“Hmm, I feel very protective of all the women on the ranch, but none more than you. I could become a bit overbearing. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies Book 9) Page 20