by Olivia Fox
“I’m so glad you’re sharing all of this with me, Roxy, and it doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you. You’re perfect exactly as you are.”
“Daddy, I’m so relieved. I guess I was more worried about what you would think than I realized.”
Of course I couldn’t let her get away with having so little faith in how I felt about her. I knew exactly what she needed to erase the small-town biddies from her brain and bring her back to me. Remind her she was mine.
Time to go back to the basics: cuffing, roughing, and stuffing.
Chapter Nine
God, that was easier than I thought.
I’d been dreading the whole “yes, I am actually certifiable” conversation since I got released. Brushing my teeth, I realized Buck was the first person I told about my diagnosis, and he was all “no big deal.”
The marks he made on my breast with his sucking were still visible, and I admired them like badges. They marked me as his.
Next thing I knew, he knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Ms. Addison, are you ready to accept your punishment?”
“Whaaa…?” I swung the door open, and there he stood in perfect professor attire—white button-up shirt, faded jeans, navy V-neck sweater.
Aka: H.O.T.
“Errr, I mean, yes, sir?” I said.
“Good girl.” He grabbed my hair and led me to the bed where he had set out a pink sweater, short knit skirt, and ankle socks.
I would be playing college girl to my horny professor.
“Put those on. When you’re done, bring your books to my office.”
Out of curiosity, to say nothing of my throbbing pussy, I put on the outfit and did as I was told.
“Now tell me, miss, what are your infractions today? Why are you being punished?” Buck asked me as he pointed to the floor in front of his desk, where he sat in his office chair. Standing there, I felt a glimmer of actual shame.
“For touching my wet little slit without asking, Daddy? I mean, sir?” I sighed softly. I was trying to turn him on, but it backfired a little, as indicated by the liquid state of my pussy.
“And?” he growled.
“I d-don’t know.”
He lifted my skirt and delivered three smacks to the front of my pussy. “You don’t know?”
“Yowch! Give me a hint?”
“I don’t care what your foolish classmates say. You’re my precious princess. Understand? No one can change that.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t doubt it again.”
“Good girl.” Buck leaned forward, pulled up my sweater, lifted my right breast in his hand, and caressing the nipple until it stiffened. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
Then he licked the erect tip.
“Professor! Are you sure you should be licking me? I’m your student!”
In response, he blew softly across the tightened nub and teased it further with his tongue, causing me to tremble. Then he pulled a wooden ruler out of the top drawer of his desk. Without warning, while the sensual shudders still coursed through my body, he brought the ruler down across the top of my rigid nipple.
I squealed involuntarily at his shocking, and yet hot, behavior.
Buck clucked his tongue at me. “No noise, Ms. Addison. Don’t make a sound.”
I bit my lip and nodded. It wasn't the pain of the smack but the surprise, which had forced me to react, and now that the shock subsided, the pain was making itself known.
My nipple burned, mirroring my clit.
Intense heat. Pulsating.
No one had ever breast-spanked me before, but I was already a fan. When did Buck become so inventive?
As if he heard my thoughts, he spoke, “I’ve been waiting for you, Ms. Addison, storing up my filthy ideas and saving them for when the right student came along. Only the right girl. You. You’re the one.”
He delivered five more smacks on each of my tits and admired his handiwork as he sat back in his chair.
My pussy was on fire.
“Bring me your wand, princess. You know where to find it.” Buck smiled as my annoyance showed itself on my face. I wanted my professor daddy’s big, strong cock. There just wasn’t a replacement for his tool.
I returned with the wand, and he continued his bossing. “Stand up right there with your books on your head, Ms. Addison.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of the wall next to the door. At least I had the gratification of seeing his ginormous bulge fighting to get past the buttons of his 501s.
Two could play at this game. I “accidentally” dropped my stack of books on the floor in front of his desk while walking away from him. Bending over to pick them up gave him the perfect view of my ass cheeks and pussy lips peeking out from my skirt. I could feel the liquid lust dripping down my thighs.
The hard edge of his growl behind me caused a thrill to race down my spine. He stomped to the door of his office and closed it hard. The clicking sound of the lock reminded me of the warden closing a prison cell door. Only this jailer was someone I wanted to be in confinement with. His intense stare made me squirm.
“Did you complete your lines as you were told?” he asked softly.
I tried to remember what on earth he was talking about and came up empty.
“No, sir.” My books were completely forgotten on the floor.
“Oh, kitten, you have been a very bad girl, which means I’m feeling more Dom than Daddy today. We better give you a safe word.” He moved toward me so fast I was completely unprepared for his attack. My face was pinned to the door before I realized he was moving behind me.
“Now tell me, princess. If you want me to stop your punishment at any time, you had better tell me. What will your safe word be?”
“Errrrr, detention?”
Buck tore off my sweater. Then he yanked at my skirt, shoving it up around my waist. “Hmmm, just as I thought. Soaking wet. My little pupil is craving some cock, isn’t she?”
I knew it turned him on for me to act as his student, so I pretended not to be slick with sex and did so. I pushed away, forcing him back.
“The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you.”
He clenched my breast and pinched my nipple savagely. His other hand pulled at my hip, trying to immobilize me so he could gain free access to my hot cunt. Every time I wriggled to get free, he growled like a wild animal and forced me into position.
He put my hands behind me, wrists at the top of my ass. Cop moves were his secret weapon; there was no way I could escape.
There was no way I wanted to. My best sex life had never involved anything 10 percent as hot as this.
He forced me to sprawl over the arm of the sofa and shoved my face into the cushions, kicking my legs wide and moving between them. Finally, I would get to feel his rock-hard rod.
Wrong again.
The whir of the wand kicked on, and this time I tried to get free in earnest. That thing was torture on my sex button.
Gawd! He pushed it into me and wouldn’t let up. I wriggled from side to side on the couch but couldn’t escape. He revved it up to full power, and my orgasm exploded through me. I screamed.
“I confess, Ms. Addison, your struggles do enflame me.”
He ripped apart the buttons of his 501s, and suddenly he was at my entrance, trying to stuff me full.
The fit was impossibly tight, despite how wet and ready I was, how much I wanted him. He plunged in halfway, a rutting brute on my back, trying to force himself inside of me. He grabbed a tit in each hand, and I plead with him, “Stop please, Professor O’Connor. I don't want this. I’ll be good!” I whimpered, rocking my hips as if to get free since it was what a good girl was supposed to do.
“Please, help me. I feel so achy inside and out.” Unable to keep the vestal virgin act up any more, I slid my knees open wider and bent forward, spreading my cheeks to show him everything he possessed. “Please.”
“Oh, you’re a sweet-talking student, Ms. Addison. Always tempting me with t
his sweet pussy.” Slap. “Is this what you want?” He grunted and slapped my ass, at the same time, smacking his thick shaft against my entrance.
“Please, please, Professor, ram me! Fill me up with your huge thing.”
He thrust into me all the way, and I shrieked from the sudden pressure until my throat was raw.
“Fuck, Roxy, your cunt is so damn tight. Admit it, you wanted to get fucked hard by your professor.”
“I wanted this,” I whined. “I wanted you to fuck me so much I touched myself just thinking of you and your huge cock in my tiny little pussy.”
“God, you look so fucking hot bent over like that. Your hips thrusting against my dick like the horny little student you are.”
“Oh, please, sir. I’ll be good. Please, please may I come?”
“Good girl,” Buck whispered in my ear. “You may come, little one.” I felt my juices soak his cock. He growled and plunged harder, deeper. “Take all of it, baby girl. Daddy’s stuffing you full.”
Buck ground deep inside, and his colossal cock pulsed as his orgasm flooded inside me like a warm fire hose; my own orgasms pulsed through my body, carrying me on a river of lust.
I could barely admit it to myself, but the lust was accompanied by a feeling of perfect safety. Acceptance.
And I wondered what it would be like to believe he could really be mine.
Chapter Ten
I loved holding her throughout the night, pulling her much smaller body against my chest and keeping her there. She snuggled into my arms, falling asleep, and began to softly snore. I found it comforting.
It was a long way from Afghanistan.
No artillery. No choppers. No mortars. No bullets whizzing by.
Peace.
Since Roxy started sleeping in my bed, my sleeping hours got longer and longer.
She turned away from me in the morning, her face cast in shadows from the light peeking through the window. I placed a kiss on the slope of her shoulder, and she moaned in her sleep.
Delicious.
I’d known since forever I’d make Roxy my wife. Wouldn’t ask her yet though. She had some healing to do and repairs to make with her family.
That was important.
I’d help her. And reward her plenty along the way.
My cock was full to bursting with her cushiony-soft curves snuggled up next to me, making it impossible for me to wait any longer. I slid down the mattress, nipple level to my love, and began to lick and suck at her rosy buds. She whimpered in her sleep and raised her hands to my hair, grounding herself by grasping at me. She lifted her chest upward to shove her tit into my mouth.
“Mmmm, good morning,” she whispered.
“Close your eyes, baby. I have a surprise for you.”
She sat up on the bed, back against the pillows, and did as she was told.
“Good girl.” I placed the envelope in her hands and told her to open her eyes. Inside the envelope were postcards from Gifts of Hope for Africa. I purchased irrigation supplies, a cow, and five chickens for a small village in her name.
A small tear leaked from her bottom lash. “Oh, Buck, this is the best present ever.”
“Hey, no need to cry. There’s this too.” From behind my back, I pulled out one more photo, this one of a tiny Yorkie from the Briarville Kennel.
“What’s this?” Her voice pitched an octave higher than usual.
“I know you’ve always wanted a Yorkie. It’s time you had something to take care of beside yourself. It’ll be good for you.”
“Oh, Buck!” She slammed herself against my chest. I looked into her sparkling eyes and lowered my mouth to hers, and she suckled my tongue like a cock, rewarded by my fevered moan.
“God, Roxy. You’re going to be the death of me. We haven’t even had our coffee yet. I told the kennel owner we’d be there at 9:00 a.m.”
“This won’t take long,” she said, placing both hands on the headboard, arching her back and exposing her soaked target to me, silently asking me to take her from behind.
“Put my fucking cock in your hand and get it in that pussy.”
“Oh yes, Daddy. Ride me rough!”
“God, why are you so wet?”
I shoved it in halfway and realized she had me totally under her spell with her magical pussy. The enchantment was mutual. Both of us groaned in sync at the relief of being joined this way.
I pulled out and drove in a few inches deeper. “That’s a girl. I’m going to fuck your candy cunt balls deep. I’m going to fill your adorable belly with my cum.” My rhythm became steady, pumping into her. “You want that, don’t you? You want Daddy to be dripping down your legs for the rest of the day?”
“Yes, Buck. Please. Come inside me. I’ll come on you if you do.”
Her words goaded me on, and I pushed into her, feeling the tight muscles begin to throb between her legs. I pulled her hips toward me; using her them like handles, and watched the erotic sight of my thick cock plundering those pink, slippery lips. The sight was my undoing.
My balls tightened, and my rod flamed, shooting a blast of fluid into my pretty girl. I collapsed and held on to her, feeling like the luckiest man alive. She wasn’t ever leaving.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes to get there, Daddy,” she said, trapped beneath me.
“Holy God. You and the secret weapon between your legs are going to be my undoing, little girl.”
She rolled me over, and her delicious curves teased me from the other side of the bed as she twisted and contorted herself into her outfit for the day. I could feel her mind working a mile a minute.
“Why are you so nice to me, Buck?”
“Because you deserve it, kitten. I see that, and I want you to see it too. And I really do think taking care of a puppy will be good for you. Trust me. We’re just getting started on my methods for training you. This is just one of them.”
She stood up and crossed her eyes at me. Mocking.
Before she knew what happened, I pulled her down onto the bed, held her down, and bit her plump peach of an ass.
Mine.
I swatted it for good measure.
Time to get ready to go pick up a puppy.
Chapter Eleven
The drive to the farm was jaw-dropping. Guernsey dairy cows with incredibly long eyelashes grazed in fields of emerald green grass. Mountains, not hills, surrounded the flat valley with sharp slopes covered by redwood and Douglas fir. The steep pitches were formed tens of thousands of years ago when fault lines collided.
At the foot of one slope was a flat area with a beautiful horse barn and farm. Lupine bloomed in the fields, and the fruit trees of the adjoining field were in full blossom.
Five horses swished their tails and moved along the sprouting grass, heads down, like giant, silent lawn mowers.
We parked Buck’s Charger and a long-legged, jodhpur-wearing woman came sauntering toward us.
“Hey, y’all.” Shaking hands, we made our introductions. “Come on in, you two. Coffee’s on, and the babies are inside the house,” said Scarlett. She marched down the slope from where we were parked to a wood-shingled home surrounded by exploding bulbs and flowerbeds. It was like a magical fairy cottage—only human sized.
I wondered how it felt to live on this stunning hill overlooking the valley.
“God, you’re so lucky. It’s gorgeous here.”
“Yup. My divorce taught the ex all about housekeeping. We got divorced, and I kept the house, plus a big ole slice of his family ranch.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say about that. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Gets to a point when all the other person does is drag you down.” She kicked her rubber-riding boots off on the front porch and strolled into the kitchen. “That’s why I prefer these little guys.” She squatted next to a plastic kiddy pool full of blankets and puppies. “Unconditional love in droves.” She swung a mane-thick hank of blond hair back over one shoulder and picked up the puppy which was making a beeline to the
edge of the pool where she sat.
“This is the little girl I was thinking of for you. But you take your time. You’ll know which one feels right.”
I wanted every one of them. There were six total, and they moved around the blanket on shaky little legs, smelling like happiness. The one I named “Lola” in my mind kept crawling up onto my lap and loved to be cuddled.
All the joy welling up in my chest and squeezing my heart was not something I’d earned.
Hell, let’s be real. In my past, I didn’t even need alcohol to make bad decisions. They just came naturally.
I felt like a different person after jail, meds, and therapy, but why should anyone believe I’d changed? Everyone in town knew what kind of person I was. I didn’t half-ass anything. I fucked it all the way up.
Buck said this puppy was for my training, but it felt like a reward I didn’t deserve.
“Y’all want eggs? I got too many eggs.” Scarlett took two dozen out of the fridge and put them on the table in front of Buck.
I said, “Sounds great. Fresh eggs are the best.”
“Did you decide which puppy you like, sweetie?” Buck asked.
“I love them all, but if I’m gonna be a mama to one of them, I feel like Scarlett should know something about me before she hears it from town gossips.”
“I don’t pay much attention to gossip, Roxy. If I did, all I’d be is the woman whose husband cheated on her for years and left her for a younger woman. Small-town gossip is just lip flapping. You gotta do what sets you free and move on. Now, which puppy?”
Buck insisted on stopping at the Briarville Emporium to buy me a bag to carry Lola in. We had already purchased a playpen, the special food and vitamins Scarlett recommended, and puppy pads for my little princess.
“No. No way, Buck.” I stamped my foot as he held up the Louis Vuitton dog carrier with an audacious price tag of $3,000.
“You’re my queen, Roxy. Let me spoil you. You know how much I thought of doing so while I was downrange? Don’t let all this combat pay go to waste.” He smiled.
