by Olivia Fox
“Look up at me as you do it. Daddy and his little girl are doing secret things together, aren’t we?” His wicked whisper pet me in all the right places.
I looked up, trembling, not removing “him” from my mouth. Jasper put his hand out to the screen and curled his fingers in a fist and said, “Can you feel me grab a fistful of your hair as I work your mouth onto my dripping shaft?”
Groaning, I took “his” cock deeper into my mouth.
“Mmm, baby,” Jasper growled. “Feel me fucking your face faster and harder.”
I bobbed my head up and down on the plaything so he could imagine me doing so to him.
“Now feel me pushing your head down and holding you there. It’s hard for you to breathe, but I want to feel the head of my cock hit the back of your throat. It’s not about what you want, is it, little girl?”
I looked up and realized at some point Jasper had shed his clothes. He sat naked in front of me, his muscles glistening and brawny before me. The most beautiful sight of all was the head of his cock glistening with precum as if frosted for my tongue.
“You like my big, hard cock, baby girl? You ready for Daddy to slowly shove it in you? Tell me you want it.”
I nodded eagerly. Yes.
“Do you want your daddy to fuck his little girl’s tight pussy after she sucks him? Did it make your tiny cunt nice and wet for me?”
I removed the toy from my mouth and responded, “Please, Jasper. I need you to give it to me. I need to see you soon so you can make me ride your fat cock and milk it with my pussy.”
“Oh yeah, baby, talk dirty to me. It’s in you now. Feel this thick dick fuck your sweet, dripping pussy.” He fisted his throbbing hard-on in his hand, his pace matched by my own. “Stroke your sweet cunt for Daddy and fuck that tight hole with your toy. Too bad that substitute isn’t as big as your daddy, sweetie. I’m going to stretch you wide.”
“Oh my God, I’m going to come!”
“Oh yeah, baby. Your pussy is so wet and creamy. The better to fuck you faster and harder with.”
I was so turned on, my modesty had taken a powder. “Do it! Fuck me hard!” I gasped. Both of us were careening toward the finish line, the toy was vibrating the right spot and he was holding his glorious crown, about to go off like a rocket. “Hold out your tongue, baby. I’m going to shoot so hard over your face, my pretty little girl. You love to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
It was all I needed. His filthy terms of endearment, delivered with a bass-toned caress, sent me over the top.
My back arched, pelvis to the ceiling, as shocks of completion pulsed over my clit and clenched my pussy.
“Good girl. Now get your tongue over here so Daddy can pump you full of cum while I pinch your pretty kitty with this here pleasure tool.” He snapped his prosthetic metal hook and opposable thumb in front of the camera. “Tell Daddy you want to feel it on your clit.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to feel it there. Pinch me for being a bad girl and making myself come today without your permission.” I rubbed my drenched pearl in front of the camera so he could see. “Squeeze my nipples with it.” I grasped my nipples hard so he could watch them fill with color and drain again when I let go.
My new normal, post-shooting, was existing as a timid recluse. Here with this guy I hardly knew, I felt brave for the first time since I could remember.
I kept the show up, excited from my wanton acts that compelled my dirty talk. “Make sure you shoot cum all over my titties, Daddy. I want to watch it spray out and clean it all off with my tongue.”
I watched him fist himself and lean closer and closer to the camera. His cock was dripping now. “Oh, Daddy, look at all that yummy cum going to waste. I need it in my mouth.”
“Trust me, Mia. There is a lot more where this came from, and you’re going to get your fill. I’m going to fill your sweet little pussy with my cum…. Here it goes!”
I watched as wave after wave of it pulsed over the top of his hand holding his cock. The sight of it made me want to lap it up like a kitten with cream.
“Oh my God. You are such a good girl.” He continued to stroke himself as he relaxed in his chair.
I sat up on the edge of my chair and licked my lips. “I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to come to town. I think you’ll actually make breaking my vow of hermitage worth it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Clearly, I had gone batshit crazy.
What was I thinking?
I hadn’t been to town in forever.
I could feel them trying not to stare and could practically hear the thoughts of the patrons in the Triple A.
Trigger happy.
Killer.
Hermit.
The FaceTime sessions between Jasper and me started out once a day and progressed to several times a day. What began as an innocent exchange, ended in hot orgasms last weekend. It was the only night we ventured into climactic territory.
Both of us were on edge and tired of waiting to see each other in person, but I was also shaky as hell coming down off the mountain, entering the town where danger abounded. Small town or not, I had learned the hard way that evil resided where people did.
Jasper accommodated my wish to meet in a public place. My brother Aiden was half the reason I was meeting him tonight. At first my intent was to get my brother off my back after he threatened me with more therapy, calling Dad, holding an intervention, and anything else he could think of until meeting Jasper face-to-face became the lesser of two evils.
Now here I was waiting at the back of the saloon, Glock strapped to my side, wearing my go-to outfit, which was not exactly what you would call dating material—soft T-shirt, well-worn jeans, and low-top Converse. Non-constricting, getaway gear.
I entered the joint fifteen minutes before Jasper was due to arrive and sat with my back against the wall so I could see what was happening. As expected, there were very few customers this day of the week. I waved my hand at the waitress. She sidled over, and I ordered. “Double shot of Johnny Walker on ice, please.”
My knee bounced so hard under the table, the saltshaker and napkin stand jiggled as if there were an earthquake. After sipping the drink down to the bottom of the glass, I decided to bolt. I had no clue about protocols for normal human encounters like this one and had no business being here. FaceTime was one thing; real life was way more scary.
My formative years had been spent gearing up for the police academy. It wasn’t easy to become a female police officer in a place like this. A town full of tough guys and macho men meant the only way to earn their respect was to be ten times as good as they were.
I earned their admiration, but my ambition to become a great cop meant some of my other skills were sorely lacking.
Like how to act on a date.
I was outta here.
The familiar baritone uttered behind me, “Usually it’s me who insists on having my back to the wall so I can case the joint.” Jasper slid into the seat across the table from me with his back to the front door, leaned back against the burgundy vinyl upholstery, and spread himself out on the seat before I could make my exit. “I’m not sure I can handle sitting on this side.”
“Well, you’re going to have to because you sure as hell aren’t sitting on my bench.“ I crossed my arms and gave up on my exit plan.
Great, Mia. Way to get this date rolling. Real friendly.
His country-boy appearance was marred by the long swath of scar tissue that ran along the length of his jaw. It didn’t really show up on camera. And then, of course, there was the missing arm. The asymmetry of the artificial appendage on one side against the contrasting beefy right arm and chest made him appear slightly dangerous.
My cheeks flushed at the sudden memory of him telling me he was going to pinch my clit with that metal apparatus.
In the booth across from me, his eyes met mine, and a shiver of unease skated down my back. I should be fearful. I came down off my safe mountain sanctuary t
o put myself in harm’s way again. What was I thinking?
Stupid.
Jasper appeared so much bigger and more menacing than I remembered from our only in-person encounter. How could I forget how muscled and bulging he was? His chest seemed forged like an armor plate. I pulled at the neck of my T-shirt and tried to squeeze more scotch out of the ice cubes at the bottom of my glass.
Suddenly this date seemed like a terrible idea. I needed to get out of here. Now.
But my ever-present internal alarm gave way the second my heart did a silly little skip in its chest. This man was so hot in person, as if his entire anatomy were made to my exact specifications. I recognized him at some cellular level.
My hands clenched in tight fists above the tabletop to stop them from shaking, and suddenly I was overcome with the desire to get out of my seat and go sit on his lap.
I was tired to death of playing it safe.
Chapter Fifteen
I couldn’t remember the last time I was out on a date. The old “captain” used to draw a lot more attention with its metal hook when I was out in public. Nowadays people hardly noticed; so many veterans were back with one less limb, it had become commonplace.
But she stared, unabashedly, sizing me up, spinning her empty glass of scotch between her hands. Rolling her neck on her shoulders like she had bucked hay all day, her glance skittishly flitting to the front door and back to me.
It was my former job to study human behavior, to be vigilant and notice the small things that were giveaways to what someone was really thinking. And this little girl, now that she had me live and in person in front of her instead of on a screen, was anxious as hell.
This bar was a honky-tonk renowned for its cheap but decent steak dinners. The place was her suggestion since no one she knew would be there.
I’d do anything and everything it took—meet her at the town dump if that’s what she needed to feel safe.
I was old enough to understand my tendencies in the bedroom might not fit Mia’s personality. Along with all the things I wanted to learn about her, the desire to dominate was constantly at the forefront of my mind.
“You’re late.” The words chastised, but she spoke so softly to me it was like a cock caress.
I glanced at my watch. “Two minutes. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ll do better next time.”
“You’re already assuming there will be a next time? Cocky.”
“So I’ve been told.” I waggled my eyebrows.
She snorted softly, and I loved to see her loosening up a little. “Well, don’t let this admission make your head swell anymore, but I never come to town. This is the first time in forever.“
“So I’ve heard.” I watched the waitress spin a brightly colored concoction in the blender, which whirled like a cyclone until she poured it evenly between two glasses.
“Been talking to my brother? He does like to meddle.” Mia pressed her lips flatly together and shot daggers at me with her eyes.
“I think I’ll be forever grateful to him.“
“Why’s that?“ She scooched her body back against the corner of the booth, effectively moving as far away from me as she could.
“If it weren’t for him, I never would have found you again. I couldn’t shake your memory after winding up at your place, Mia. So I knew it was fate when I learned that Aiden was your brother and held the key to getting in touch with you once more.”
She began to chew on a partially dissolved ice cube as a nerve-settling gesture. In person her lips resembled freshly bloomed rose petals in a way I couldn’t see over our video calls. “Rose petals.” Dear God, I was soft on her, while other areas of my anatomy were rock-hard.
I wanted to do things so wild with her I didn’t know how to express them. The details were still fuzzy around what exactly kept her from coming to town, only she was clearly scared shitless. Something told me Mia didn’t frighten easy. So what was it?
She lived out in the woods on her own, not seeing anyone, yet she displayed a soft and vulnerable side when her guard was down. One I wanted to make beg for me, call me “Daddy,” and submit to my command.
Oh God, I needed a drink. I raised my arm and called the waitress over.
“How did it happen?“ she asked, nodding at the captain.
I relayed the story of how my arm was blown off, a story I’d told a million times, but never had someone been so attentive during the telling. All the while, I tried not to be obvious about my fascination with her fully ripe tits under her T-shirt. Sometimes it was hell being a man.
Once the sad story of how I said sayonara to an appendage was over, we moved on. She wrinkled her nose adorably in a bunny rabbit smile and noted, “It’s weird, isn’t it? We’ve had sex, but we haven’t had sex, haven’t touched each other yet.”
“I’m ready to change that any time, Mia.” I quickly clenched my right hand and released it as the sound of the cash register ringing out orders chimed behind me. “Just say the word.”
Chapter Sixteen
He wasn’t exactly what you would call a tall drink of water, but there was something about the way he carried himself that simultaneously put me at ease and made me as jumpy as a jackrabbit. He ordered my T-bone medium rare, after asking me how I liked it, and cut it into bite-sized pieces for me upon its arrival, proving himself doting as well as dominant—a true Daddy.
“Do you ever, you know, have flashbacks about that day?” I asked him after chewing the first mouthwatering bite that he fed me with his fork.
“All the time. Sometimes I dream about having both my arms again. It feels real, and then I wake up.“
“It must be hard for you.”
“I think it’s worse when I have dreams about the explosion. I’m not gonna lie, there’ve been nights when I wake up from a nightmare and find it hard to breathe. I know it’s natural after speaking to other veterans. It’s super common.“
“You guys actually talk about it?“ For me, it felt like a little bit of sacrilege to share my idiosyncrasies resulting from what I liked to call the “O.K. Corral.” It felt like my fault. Like no one would ever rely on me to be trustworthy. As if I would never be able to chill and enjoy the little things in life again.
“I have to say it’s comforting to hear you talk so candidly about it.“ I expelled all of the air out of my lungs; I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath.
“Why wouldn’t I? The only way we get over stuff is to process it, right? And the only way we really work through our problems is by sharing our lives with each other. Everyone has issues to work through, Mia.” He held up a piece of steak for me to bite, and I held his gaze as I bit it off of the fork. “Good girl. You need to eat.”
When I was done chewing, I replied, “I guess.“
“Look, I know from looking at me you would assume I was an extremely macho dude, powerfully masculine.” He winked at me. “But I’m not afraid to talk about my feelings.“
I giggled. He truly looked tough with the jagged scar tracing the outline of his jaw, like Mattole Road highlighting the top of Bear Ridge Mountain.
“Are you staring at my battle wounds?” he asked with both eyebrows raised.
“Sorry.“ I cast my gaze upon my steak fries. This date wasn’t the first time I had seen Jasper in person, but the desire to devour every part of him with my eyes was new to me.
“I don’t mind at all. I think of it as a badge of honor. I had to go through a lot to earn this medal.” He stroked his rugged face, making my stomach swoop like a swallow does in the air. “Doesn’t it add character?”
“It does, Jasper.” I locked on and held his stare while stroking my arm—a poor substitute for what I wanted to hold in my hand. “So does that.” I shifted my eyes to his prosthetic.
“You mean Captain Hook? This trusty thing has come in handy. Almost like my right-hand man.“
I paused to examine the shiny attachment. “Why do you joke about it?“
“Look, it’s laugh or cry. If we d
on’t get to a point where we celebrate the fact we’re still standing, in spite of every hardship life has thrown our way, we’re going to wrinkle early. Worse yet, we’ll be a walking, talking, living regret.”
“I guess I’m not used to being so open about battle scars. It’s liberating to hear you do so.”
Jasper reached out to move my hair out of my eyes so he could look at me. “You’re a warrior, Mia. I can see your mind is a battlefield. You just have to become its commander, not its soldier.”
Like him. Alert but unafraid. Appreciative and full of fun, while still being all the alpha I needed.
“I guess I always figured I needed to be over-the-top stoic as the only female on the force. Didn’t want anyone to accuse me of my emotions getting in the way of my job. Cops can be merciless, you know.”
“Tell me about it. I encountered Mia, the coldhearted cop, the night I stumbled across your cottage in the trees. I about peed myself when you pointed a Glock in my face. Didn’t know if you were straight-up crazy or what.“
“Sorry about that. For good reason, I feel safer living where no one can find me, and I’m not used to visitors.“
“I got that impression. I hope the next time I stay over it will be sans handcuffs or pistol in my face.”
It was unnerving the way he looked straight into my eyes. I found it impossible to look away. And yet there was no awkwardness between us.
“Did you just gulp?” he asked.
“I may have.” A flush crept across my cheeks and made me put my cocktail glass against them to cool down.
“Well, get used to it, Mia. I plan on doing many things to make you blush. Tactics designed to teach you, so long as you obey, I won’t have to punish you.”
Drawing in a jagged breath, I raised my chin at him and whispered, “What sort of things?”
