by Olivia Fox
The next morning, I opened my eyes and realized it was daylight outside.
“Good morning, beautiful.“
My stomach fluttered at the compliment.
Jasper walked through the door, a steaming mug held in his huge hand. I sat up in bed as he brought me coffee.
“Did you sleep okay?“
“Better than I can remember since forever. What did you do to me?“
Honestly, it surprised the hell out of me not only that I could fall asleep in a strange bed but actually spend the night there without waking up. I couldn’t remember the last time it happened. No nightmares. No waking up struggling to breathe in the middle of the night.
How was it I felt safe for the first time in ages around this huge warrior of a man? He could theoretically break me in two, and yet I was consoled, not troubled, by his presence.
Working in law enforcement, I had developed a second sense about human character. Whether people believe in such things or not, humans were still animal and had the ability to call on our instincts to protect us when necessary. Unfortunately, although reliable, my defensive instincts had resulted in multiple deaths. But I didn’t want to think about it right then. At that moment, every fiber of my being recognized Jasper as trustworthy.
I wanted to show him my appreciation for that stellar quality.
“I don’t suppose you have a toothbrush I could borrow?”
I walked to the bathroom, conscious of Jasper’s eyes on my naked body; they followed me across the room. The mirror revealed a version of me that I’d never seen. My lids were puffy, bed hair tossed in a way even I had to admit was appealing, kind of Brigitte Bardot-ish, and my cheeks were flushed pink as if kissed by winter snowflakes.
Jasper was under the covers when I returned to his room. His one elbow cocked behind his head revealed a delicious expanse of his hard, hairy chest. The sight of it made me feel delightfully feline. Needing to rub my body against his, I stretched out at his side, nuzzling him with my face.
“What’s on your agenda for today?“ I asked instead.
“My only plans are to relish in you, gorgeous. It might take all day, so I cleared my calendar.”
His deep voice went straight to my belly, taking a nosedive and fluttering back up toward my chest.
Beneath the covers, his body gave off heat like a furnace. I put my cold feet against his to warm them.
“Yikes, those are like blocks of ice. Let me warm you up a little.“ He wrapped a giant palm around my bum and begin caressing. “You’re wriggling, baby girl. How come?”
“I’m not sure. Apparently you’ve got my body venturing into uncharted territory. Your TLC gets the gold medal for sure.” His hand on me sent electric jolts through my flesh. “I want more of you. I want to swallow you up somehow.“
He groaned, and my inner kitty arched her back in pleasure. “I give you permission, princess.”
“What can I do for you, Jasper?“
“You can start by calling me Daddy when we are together like this. I want to take care of you.” He continued to stroke me as if he found comfort in doing so, “I want to own you.“
I knew the strong, powerful female I prided myself in being ought to be offended. Only his words sounded right. I did want him to take me. I wanted him to make me do things; only I wasn’t exactly sure what. Luckily, he wasn’t afraid to tell me.
“Now be a good girl and give your daddy some TLC.“ He grabbed my hair in his hand and used it like a lead rope, pulling me down to his formidable cock. During our special FaceTime session, I thought it might be that the camera made everything look bigger.
Nope.
Jasper was packing one big-boned hard-on. I lapped at the satiny tip with my tongue.
Moaning, he clutched my hair in his right hand.
Tantalized by my mouth, he pumped his hips toward my face. The full crown of him thrust past my lips, and as he pulled back, I sucked at the head.
Another moan.
Encouraged, I opened my jaw wide and attempted to take more of him inside. Slippery from my tongue, I was able to shove half of him in my mouth and then gulped my fill of his deliciousness. My lips were stretched wide, and I began to use my hand to pump the rest of him. The size of it was daunting. It would never fit.
Luckily, I thrived on a challenge. I shoved my mouth onto him as far as it would go, aided by the light pumping of his hips. The thrill of sucking him was multiplied by the fact I was completely at his mercy. I loved having him shove himself down my throat, even though it was difficult to breathe and my eyes watered. I kept at the sensual task, savoring the taste of him pushing in and out, enjoying him like a soft-serve, vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles.
He stroked my hair and moaned, “You’re such an obedient girl. You look so pretty with a mouth full of cock.” He grabbed a handful of my hair again and shoved himself down my throat.
“Oh my God, Mia, you’re going to make me explode in your mouth if you don’t stop. Come up here.“
I watched his six-pack accordion fold when he raised his upper body to grab me and effortlessly placed me so my legs lay on either side of his midsection and his cock pressed again my dripping folds.
“Climb on and ride me, kitten. I’ve been aching for this since the day you rescued me from the fog and pointed a damn gun at my head. Make your daddy feel good.”
I raised myself up on my knees and hovered my pulsating petals over his huge rod. “Will it fit, Daddy? It’s so big.” My pointer finger slid involuntarily into my mouth, pulling my lower lip down to accentuate my whimper.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good in your special place. You’re going to want this cock 24/7.” He grabbed his steely sex and rubbed it back and forth across my slick opening, looking for his target. The doorknob girth of him shoved up against me, and I shifted my hips away in a mock attempt at retreat.
“Oh no, you should have thought of that before you got me rigid and ready with your hot tongue. You knew Daddy’s dick was big.” He rammed deep inside me, using my hips as handles to drive inside, and bounce me on his dick. He pulled me down to him and growled in my ear, “It’s your job to let Daddy grind in you whenever he wants. Isn’t it, kitten?”
I couldn’t speak, feeling fuller than I had ever been in my life. He was huge and kept plunging his hardness into me over and over, hitting all of the right spots until I could feel myself spiraling toward the ceiling. This was better than chocolate.
“Sit up straight, pretty princess, and let me see those titties jiggle while I bounce you on Daddy’s cock. Are you ready?”
I nodded my enthusiasm and keened my anticipation like a wild creature.
Beneath me, Jasper thrust his hips, pushing me off with his pelvis so I shot up in the air, and slammed down hard on his giant member again, creating delicious friction against my inner walls. “Oh, yeaaaaaahhh, baby doll. Your tits are amazing.” He reached up and grabbed a handful. “God, your pussy’s tight. It’s milking the cum right out of my cock. Are you gonna be a good girl and make me come?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t recognize myself or the breathy, little girl tone coming out of my mouth. But it was turning me the fuck on. “You’re so big inside me. It’s giving me funny feels.” I wriggled my hips on top of him, my thighs stretched open wide by his girth beneath me. “And, Daddy, it’s getting bigger!”
I reached back to carefully massage his tightly ridged balls, noting how my nipples thrust toward the ceiling as I did so, making me feel like a temptress. “Oh, God!”
He began to thrust violently beneath me, and my inner walls clenched around him as his thick flesh pumped in and out of me without mercy. He placed his right thumb over my clit and rubbed it. “That’s right, be a good girl. Be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s big dick. Show me how much you want it.”
When I began to spasm around him, he pulled me to his chest and let out a gravelly moan into to my ear, no words, just rough utterances of desire
, and his liquid fire blasted inside of me, drilling me and filling me with his fluids.
His chest heaved beneath me, and he wrapped both arms around me tightly, holding me that way for I didn’t know how long. His breath was so regular, it reminded me of the calming sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispered as he pulled me tightly to him and began to kiss and nuzzle my neck.
“You, Daddy,” I murmured. “I belong to you.”
I felt like precious treasure.
WARRIOR WOMAN
“Broken girls blossom into warriors.”
-Anon.
Chapter Nineteen
I decided to skip my dream of giving into temptation, becoming Jasper’s live-in dream girl after one long, overnight date, and retreated instead to my fortress of protection. I’d like to say my tendency toward withdrawal was based solely on the fact I didn’t want to wear out my welcome, but my motives were more chickenshit.
Jasper deserved so much better than damaged goods. Sure, he was left with war wounds of his own, but at least his could be seen. Mine were hiding under the surface, taking me by surprise when I least expected it.
Fuck.
How long was I going to pay for that night?
From Jasper’s perspective, a return to my rural refuge was par for the course, simply part of dating protocol. Sure, he said he would like me to stay with him longer than one night, nothing would make him happier, so I gave him some bull-pucky excuse about needing to water my dahlias and let him walk me back to my car. Bottom line was, the myth of being safe in someone’s arms was the furthest thing from my truth.
It didn’t hit me all of the sudden. Not until I flicked on my left blinker and took the turn off to Mattole Road and headed toward Petrolia did I feel it. It was as if a giant hand made a fist around my heart and squeezed. My chest muscles locked down, and I pulled over on the side of the road. It was hard to breathe, as if the air around me had become depleted of oxygen.
Heart attack.
I used the emergency button on my iPhone and pleaded with dispatch to send someone to my location.
The young woman on the line reassured me, “I’ll be right back. Stay on the line while I send someone to find you.“
Time had no meaning. It felt like years before the operator returned and told me the ambulance would arrive in a few minutes.
The paramedic had me unbutton my shirt and placed a freezing-cold stethoscope on my chest to listen to my heart, while her partner put an oxygen mask over my face. I could taste its plastic scent, fake as the illusion of protection.
The deep potholes in the road jostled the stretcher and made the medic’s voice vibrate when she asked, “Any heart conditions we should know about?”
Silently, I shook my head.
The irony was Jasper made me feel more secure and more cared for than I had in years, the way he pressed his huge self so close to me in the bar booth, the heated length of his entire leg making contact with mine the whole time, how he held his body still as a statue when I talked and he listened, and of course the way he made me melt with his kisses. All of those special Daddy traits tempted me to believe I could be whole, and yet here I was acting broken again.
In a state of detachment, it crossed my mind the town gossips would be wondering what merited an ambulance siren. It was a rare occurrence in our small town.
We entered the emergency room, and the sound of the intercom squawked over the voice of the EMT who was saying, “We’re going to race you into a room with an EKG so we can get a better idea of what’s going on. It’s dramatic, but it’s procedure to ensure you’re okay.”
I recognized the professional calm imparted by this first responder. It was a tone of voice I employed during my years as a cop, and it was weird to be the recipient of such concern. They wheeled me into a side room with mint-colored walls. A nurse in scrubs accompanied the paramedics and leaned down to peer into my face. The muscles in my chest still clamped down like a crab claw around my heart. I found it difficult to breathe and started gasping as if I had run a hundred meters.
The nurse washed her hands at the small sanitizing sink and asked, “How’s it going, Officer Holly? Haven’t seen you in town for a while. Be nice to get together sometime when we aren’t dealing with a crisis.” Inconceivably, she winked.
Again, I recognize the clinical cool-headedness. This one applied a jovial approach to emergency response. Never let the victim or patient sense how shitty things really were. I wasn’t reassured. If anything, this nurse’s need to take this tactic with me elevated my concern. I read the writing on the wall and could hear my heart rate speed up when the sticky circles were placed all over my chest. Jesus Christ, I was twenty-eight. Who in the world had a heart attack at age twenty-eight?
Finally the ER doc came in and pulled together the curtain that surrounded my bed to give me privacy. I vaguely recognized him from my work as a cop. He examined the screen of the EKG and stated, “Well, the good news is you’re not having a heart attack.” He turned to me on his physician’s stool and smiled, gently crossing his arms under his chest.
“Then why the hell do I feel like this? And why is that machine beeping it’s ass off?”
“Good question. Your heart’s plenty strong and healthy, so my guess is panic attack. What you’re feeling is most likely your body’s completely healthy response to a disturbing event, which for you would be related to the shooting, is that right?”
Begrudgingly, I nodded. Living out in the middle of nowhere, up in a tree, I was as far away as could possibly be from the source of my trauma. Returning to town meant facing it again.
“I’ve worked with people where it’s taken years for them to finally feel something because the numbness after trauma was so long-standing.”
I thought about the fact I came back into town for the first time, back to the place I fled to escape the memories, the threats, and the stares after the event that ended in my leaving the force. “But, Doc, I’ve honestly had some of the most enjoyable moments since the accident this week. Why on earth would I have a panic attack now?”
“You know, Mia, I’m not a psychiatrist. Do you have one?”
“I did, but I found it kinda bogus.”
“I can tell you anxiety has very real physical repercussions. My guess is you’ve been avoiding a source of pain, this town, for a very long time and found temporary relief in your isolation. Now you’ve come back. It doesn’t surprise me the results were a resurgence of your worry and fear. And in this case, real panic.”
“I guess so.”
“Do you have someone who can be with you today, Mia? Better for you to have some company after what you just went through. Someone you feel safe with.”
I nodded my head and asked myself who the hell I could call. If I called my brother, my entire family would want to be in on Operation Rescue Mia, and I couldn’t stomach it. My best friend, Jenny, was working, so I couldn’t bother her. Besides, I hadn’t seen her in forever; it would be weird to call out of the blue. I mean, Jasper didn’t want me to leave earlier. Maybe he would be willing to let me stay a bit longer.
“Yeah, I have someone I can be with.”
“Good. Why don’t you have them pick you up here so you don’t have to drive again? Be gentle with yourself,” he said. “You can’t heal if you don’t feel. Most often it’s one step forward and one step back. What happened today isn’t a sign you’re getting worse. Even though it doesn’t appear that way, sitting with your anxiety when it comes up like this and recognizing why it’s happening can actually be healing.“
“If you say so, Doc. Doesn’t seem like it though.”
I couldn’t believe I was about to call Jasper and ask him to pick me up at the hospital. By the same token, I honestly didn’t feel equipped to drive. They had me recline on the hospital bed after the EKG revealed my heart rate was returning to normal but still elevated. I picked up my cell phone and gave Jasper a call.<
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“Hey, baby, I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
I inhaled a jittery breath.
“Hey, what is it?” I could hear the concern in his voice. “Talk to me, Mia.” He stated the last sentence as a command, and I found myself wanting to do exactly as he said.
“I… I was wondering if you could come pick me up and maybe I can stay with you today. I’m perfectly all right. The doctor said it would be better for me to be with someone.“
“The doctor! What’s wrong? Where are you?”
“I’m at the hospital, room 30 in wing B. Can you meet me here and I’ll explain?“
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. You wait for me. Don’t go anywhere!“
“Okay.“
Now that I knew he was coming, my suddenly relaxed body sank back into the bed with relief.
The nurse came in. “Just checking on you, sweetheart. Why don’t you have some apple juice to make sure you’re hydrated.“ I sat up, and she actually held the straw to my lips like a good mother would, which made me want to cry. “Everyone in town was rooting for you, you know. No one thought any worse of you for what happened that night, Mia.“
Her admission surprised me, and I blinked back tears. Ten minutes later, my huge bear of a man stepped through the hospital curtain.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I said.
There was nothing frail or fearful about Jasper. Every time he got close to me, I was overcome with the feeling of safety and protection.
He put his palm against my forehead. “What happened to you?”
“I’m okay. I’ve got full medical clearance to leave and can explain when we have a little bit more privacy.“
“Fine. You will tell me everything.“
“Yes, sir.“ And for the first time since leaving his house, my mouth curled up at the edge and I felt my insides smile. The pain in my chest was gone, and I could breathe freely again.
