GOODGIRLS SAY PLEASE

by Dani Wyatt

  My Babybear and my kid.

  “Daddy.” Ginger touches my arm, shaking me from my daydream. “You okay?”

  I realize I’m shaking. My dick is deep inside her as I hold her legs wide, looking down where I’ve got her laying on the edge of the bed.

  “Perfect.” I answer, clenching my jaw to hold back my third climax of this session. “You make me feel like I’m sixteen again, baby. You know that? No one has ever made me so hard so long so often before. Tell Daddy you love him. I need to hear it.”

  The truth of that statement hits me as I look down at the beauty below me.

  And it’s not just her physical beauty either. I was always able to appreciate that in women.

  Oh no, she isn’t even in the same category. I love every part of her. Her soul, her physical beauty, her heart, her mind—even her problems and her pain-in-the-ass sassy mouth sometimes.

  All. Of. Her.

  It shakes me to my roots to realize the enormity of my feelings. Now, add that she’s carrying my child and God have mercy on anyone that even looks sideways at her.

  “I love you, Daddybear.” She breathes out as I slip out of her, needing her flavor again on my tongue.

  I drop to my knees, letting her legs settle on my shoulders as I dive into her soaking slit full force, her body heaving and bowing as she writhes on the bed.

  I reach up, laying a hand on her heart and holding her steady as my tongue presses as deep as it will reach into her drenched hole. Our sex goes on for nearly an hour. She is spent, covered with my seed and half delusional before I’m done.

  But we are happy.

  So fucking happy.

  I thought I was insatiable before I found out she was carrying my child. But that’s nothing compared to the lust that consumes me now.

  I’ve barely even taken work calls for two days. If I’m not on her, inside her or having some other form of lustful play with her, I’m taking care of her in every way I can imagine.

  But obligations cannot be ignored forever. I’ve got things stacking up. I’ve got to get organized, so we can have the life I need for us. I’ve postponed some pressing issues as long as I can and today will be the beginning and the end of my life.

  Life I now think of as before her and after her. I’m no longer who I was, and I’m still becoming who I need to be.

  I will work on it for the rest of my life if I have to. I will get it right. But first thing is to make her mine in every way, so she can never be apart from me.

  “Babybear.” I whisper into her ear as her fresh fucked hair splays out on the white pillow.

  “Hmmm?” Her sleepy voice is hinted with satiated satisfaction and I look down to see her ivory skin marked with red here and there. Teeth marks dot her neck, her shoulder and her tits, while her ass is red from my hand. I like to see myself on her, it feeds my beast and lets the world know to stay the fuck away—she is owned by me.

  “I have to ask you something.” I reach over into the top drawer of my nightstand. The courier brought me the package today and I’ll admit now that the time is here, I’m fucking nervous.

  “What?” The seriousness in my voice has her eyes open as she turns her head on the pillow to face me. “What’s wrong?” Her blonde bangs fall crooked across her forehead and those eyes that mesmerize me fall to half-mast.

  “Nothing’s wrong. At least I hope not.” I swallow hard and decide to plunge forward without ceremony. “You know you are the world to me, right? You are everything I never imagined I would have. You need to be my wife, Babybear. I know I said I had to ask you something, but I guess it’s not really a question. You’re fucking mine. I want the world to know. I want you bound to me in every way possible. And this,” I hold the small white velvet box out in my hand, “is part of what you will be to me. My wife.”

  I open the lid and expose to her the rose gold band that holds a three-carat heart shaped diamond solitaire, surrounded by inlaid emeralds. Her birthstone.

  “Oh my god.” Her hand flies to cover her open mouth and tears flood her eyes. “Daddybear.” She sits up and I reach to take her left hand.

  I’m not waiting for an answer, I’m taking what’s mine.

  I slide the ring onto her finger and pull her face down to mine, opening her lips with my tongue and reveling in the kiss she returns as her unspoken answer to my unspoken question.

  “Baby, I was going to wait, but I couldn’t. I needed that ring on your finger.”

  Her eyes spill over and I kiss the tears away. The salty flavor coats my tongue but it’s not enough. My cock is steel hard again and I roll her onto her back.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Daddy needs you.”

  She does as I ask, and I reach down to slip a finger up and down her soaking slash. “So wet for Daddy, what a goodgirl. You know that’s your job, don’t you?”

  She nods as her lips open and her eyelids fall to a lazy half-mast on a soft moan.

  This time I turn her over and take her from behind. Watching myself spread her pussy first, then when my cock is slick with her, I pull out and slide into her ass, listening to her moans and watching her fingers grip the sheets.

  “Goodgirl. You like Daddy in your ass, don’t you?”

  “Uh huh.” She grunts out with my thrusts as I slip into her tight hole, driving myself balls deep and holding myself there, feeling her body relax around me.

  “You know all your holes belong to me, don’t you? You know all of you belongs to me? From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You’re mine. You love me, Babybear. You serve me. And I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

  I shift, moving slowly in and out until I see her clenched fists loosen and she begins to push her hips back onto my length.

  “That’s my girl.” I grit out as she moves faster, her moans filling my ears and swelling my heart.

  “Daddy...it hurts.” She says, but I know I’m not harming her. We have a code, a word she can use if she ever wants me to stop and ‘Daddy it hurts’ is not that word.

  “I know, baby. You have to be a good girl sometimes and take it like this for Daddy. I need you and it’s your job to be my best girl now. Be quiet and be a big girl until I’m done. Reach between your legs and rub your clit for me. I want you to cum, baby. Cum for me. Okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”

  “Um hm.” She agrees, and I watch her left hand disappear under her body. I think of the ring I placed there and her body leaking over the claim I’ve place on her.

  As she rubs her clit, I feel the ring of her ass tighten and I thrust into her harder and faster until we are both on the edge.

  I bury myself to the hilt and hold there, allowing her body to adjust to all of me while she plays with herself. It all feeds my soul.

  After a moment, I start back up again, moving first in slow, even strokes until I hear her moans turn up a notch. Then I increase my speed until her ass is slapping on my hips and my balls signal I’m close.

  I look down to where her body is taking me and spit, then watch it run down my cock, lubricating her entrance, making it easier to slip in and out in full, deep strokes.

  She moves back onto me in similar fashion until our movements are frantic and desperate. I’m driving in and out of her ass harder and faster than ever before.

  “God, baby. Daddy’s so close.”

  My words set her off and I feel the undulations of her orgasm begin around my cock. I let myself go with her, having one of the longest and deepest orgasms of my life. My cock stays steel stiff and I fuck her right through my climax, pushing her to another one and making myself start all over again.

  Every time I think we can’t top our previous sessions in the intimate department, something like this happens and we do. It’s like magic with her. I’ve never experienced anything like it and I pray it never ends.

  For both of us.

  When we are both finally spent, I help her to the shower and slowly bring her back to this world. Washing her hair and body is an
other pleasure for me. As is bending her over for a soft feast on her pussy before finishing up and telling her I can’t wait for her to be my wife.

  “Mrs. Ginger Pavlovich.” She says on a giggle as I dry her hair. “Mrs. Stansislov Pavlovich.”

  “You like that, huh?” I ask, running the towel down her body, watching the way her tits jiggle as she laughs.

  “Yes. I think I was a Russian princess in a former life. It sounds very right to me.” Her smile lights up my soul. “How do you feel?”

  “How do I feel?” I shake my head and throw the towel into the hamper, then take her hands and bring them to my lips, kissing the ring I placed there before I continue, unsure exactly how to express the things I’m feeling right now. “All I can say is this: you make my fucking heart smile. I mean...me...do you get that? What that means to a guy like me? You make my heart smile, babygirl. You’ve changed not just my life. You’ve changed me.”

  “Thank you, Daddybear. It never gets old the way you say those things to me. Let’s promise we never stop telling each other how we feel, okay? I think that’s how couples lose touch. They stop doing the things they do in the beginning. Stop telling each other the sweet things they feel. Doing all the special little things that matter without worrying about who’s giving more or less. Let’s never do that, okay?”

  “I promise. I’ll never stop telling you. We will fight for us. Forever.”

  I pull her into the bedroom and sit her on the bed, then lean down for a long slow kiss, tasting her like it’s the first time every time. Listening to her soft moans at the simple pleasure of a kiss.

  When I pull back, my gaze falls on the clock on the nightstand and the outside world presses back down on me.

  “I’ve put off work for two days and I have things I need to settle. You stay here in bed as long as you want. Contessa is back today, so you call down and she will get you whatever you need, okay?”

  I pull her up and walk her into our closet where we both put on some casual clothes for the rest of the day.

  “Okay. Think I’ll go out and see Romp and Geish. Then work on the garden.” The entire time she’s talking, she’s looking down at her ring finger with a smile that lights up my heart.

  The smile creeps onto my lips too, hearing her talk about those donkeys. Apparently, Calfus made some sort of threat against their lives, showed her a picture of a slaughterhouse and insinuated they were there. It was Photoshop magic. When we got back home they were out in their pasture just as fat and spoiled as ever.

  I guess he didn’t have time to set up that particular piece of the jigsaw in real life but scaring my baby with that shit still raises my fury.

  As soon as she saw them here, safe and well, she made me promise she could bring them in the house whenever she wanted. What the fuck was I going to do? Say no?

  That didn’t happen.

  I start to tell her I’ll walk her out before I leave when my phone rings. I’ve had it on silent, but Malcolm has a ring tone that comes through even when everything else is set to silent.

  The euphoria of the moment dissipates with the realization that I’ve got a lot of shit to figure out in order to give us the life we deserve. A safe life, without the specter of my past constantly looming.

  She deserves it. Deserves to be safe and without the blemish of the dirty life I’ve lived for too long.

  I’m on the phone that sits on the dresser in a breath.

  “Hold on.” I answer, putting the phone against my ear and holding it there with my shoulder. “Give me five. I’ll call you back.”

  On the other end of the phone, Malcolm’s voice comes through hard and clear. “Five minutes.”

  A chill takes me as I’m reminded of why I’ve stuck to this business for as long as I have. It’s not just that I loved what I did. I got a rush from it. An ego boost, for sure, and it sure as hell paid well.

  But it was also a tradeoff. The underbelly of crime has a code, and my leaving this life is not part of that code. So people are fucking nervous and that’s the corner I’m in.

  I’ll figure it out.

  “Who was that?” Ginger asks, bounding back through the room and sitting up cross-legged on the bed, still looking down at her hand with stars in her eyes.

  “No one.” I bark back, harsher than she deserves. “Sorry, baby, just some last strings to tie up. Just call Contessa and have her bring you some water and something healthy to eat and your vitamins, okay? Do that for Daddy will you? I have to take care of some things.”

  I see irritation in her eyes.

  One thing we’ve been talking about is being more open. Well, especially me about my work. But fuck, if I tell her too much it will just put her more in harm’s way than she already is. When this is done, when I’m out of this line of work, I vow to be more forthcoming. But right now, this is for her own good.

  “No, tell me who it was.” She counters, determination in those sweet eyes and my heart lurches in my chest. “This whole secretive thing, I hate it.”

  I blurt out without thinking, “It’s my accountant. I’ve got a tax issue. Nothing to worry about, baby, but I’ve been putting it off and the deadline to file some paperwork is tomorrow. He’s going out of town so I have to call him back right away. Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s taking care of it.”

  The lie hangs in between us for a long moment before she giggles and shrugs. “Fine, I’ll get something to eat and after I go outside to the garden, then I’ll go to the baby store in town. You know that little boutique one on the corner by Amiri’s salon?”

  “That’s great, baby. Be careful, though. Take your phone. Spend whatever you want. You’ve got the Amex right? Let me know when you leave, when you get there and if you go anywhere else, okay?” I nod, “I’ve got a few hours of work to do here.”

  N I N E T E E N

  Ginger

  I PUSH OUT MY NON-EXISTENT baby belly, looking at myself in the full-length mirror in the master bath. I’m still naked and I can see my entire body as I push out my belly as far as I can, one hand on top of the roundness that’s there and one underneath, like those preggo pics everyone takes these days.

  I imagine that little thing growing inside me that is half Stas and half me. I’d never wanted children, my upbringing didn’t give me much to work with I suppose. My own childhood stolen from me, I guess I didn’t think I could give a child anything but more of the same.

  Stas and I will be different though. I know I’m not a product of my past now and I wonder how my own mother could have allowed the things she did.

  Granted, she was always in the shadows of my grandmother. And my father, for that matter. I guess in my way I loved her, but she never protected me. She pushed me as much as the others to be the image of what they deemed acceptable and I can’t imagine doing that to a child of my own.

  The childhood I never had will be the one I give my own. Wonder and safety. Security and free will. Protection and support.

  And food.

  If he or she wants to eat cake for breakfast I’ll probably allow it.

  I’ll never push him or her into the life I had. Good thing Stas is here to keep all us littles under control, at least to some extent. He knows how to allow fun, yet he’ll keep everyone safe and I know he will be the most amazing father ever.

  We will have the family I never did.

  I rifle through my closet and pick out a sundress with a highish waist that will accentuate the baby bump I wish was there. I don’t care, I want to be round and have everyone touch my belly and ask when I’m due.

  I pull my hair up in a wet ponytail, anxious to get to see the donkeys, to play a little in the garden then get to the store and have my first go at baby things. Stas has already given me an Amex with no limit and I wonder if he will regret that very soon.

  I slip on my pink flats and grab my purse on the way down the stairs. I go outside and play with Romper and Geisha for a bit, then pull a few weeds in my faerie garden, but I’m anxious to get to the
store so I cut my time outside short and head back through the house. Grabbing my purse and keys, I pause to check myself in the mirror above the fireplace as I go by.

  “I’m going!” I yell down the hall as I open the door to the garage.

  In the distance I hear a muffled, “Be careful. Text me pictures when you’re there. You put your bracelet back on?”

  “Yes!” I yell back.

  I shake my head with a smile, running back to the master bedroom to put on the bracelet.

  Daddy took me out to a jewelry store and we picked it up the morning after we got back from the cabin. He says it is his favorite thing to see on me and I love it. It’s gold with a ‘xoxoxo’ in inlaid tiny diamonds. He’s bought me other things since we’ve been together, but this bracelet he insists I keep it on all the time.

  Fifteen minutes later I park the Jeep at the baby shop.

  Stas bought the car for me.

  Honestly, I haven’t driven it much—I prefer to let Daddy drive me—but it was only a week after I moved in when he got it for me. He knew I didn’t have a car and pressed me until I admitted I’d always wanted a Jeep.

  The very same day there was a knock at the door, Stas standing behind me smiling as a man in a suit handed me keys and outside there was a white jeep with a black top decorated with a giant pink ribbon sitting in the driveway.

  He doesn’t work slowly.

  I feel sick again so I wrap my arms around myself and practice the deep breathing Daddy and I worked on before I left. I close my eyes and imagine the donkeys and Stas, filling my mind with tranquil thoughts and wait for the nausea to pass.

  Once the worst has passed, I open my eyes on a deep breath and grab my purse from the passenger seat. There’s a contented joy wrapping all around me as I turn to open the door and hop out.

  But that joyful wrap is torn away when I jump half out of my skin.

  My mother is here.

  She’s standing just outside the open door.

  “Hi, Steph.” She looks older.

  A lot older. And my stomach twists into six kinds of blood knots.