by Olivia Fox
Chapter Twenty
I picked her up out of my truck and carried her into the huge open floor plan of my place. Every time I walked through the front door, I appreciated the twenty-foot-high ceiling with immense wooden beams spanning its surface. I could imagine the town’s firefighters of yore walking beneath them. The exposed brick on the walls gave the dwelling a warm, welcoming atmosphere, and I realized, now with Mia back, it truly felt like home.
I placed her arms around my shoulders before settling my good hand under her bottom and Captain Hook on the back of her neck. It was how a person might carry a child, but the blaze coursing through her skin felt like full-grown female beneath my palm.
I set her on the couch and gazed into her eyes. “I’m thinking it’s a comfort food kind of day. What do you say to ordering pizza and watching movies so you can relax?“
“Sounds wonderful. Are you sure I’m not being a bother? You didn’t plan on having me as your overnight guest.”
“You’re not a guest here, Mia. Think of this as your home.“
She expelled a long, shaky sigh and sank against my chest, allowing me the pleasure of stroking her hair and inhaling the scent that arose as I did so. She smelled like every great moment I’d ever had.
Finding Mia hopeless in the hospital room strengthened my conviction she needed me as her Daddy Dom to whisk all of her worries away. As her protector, I would remain uncompromising and fierce against any threat to her health or safety and unrelenting in my discipline and affection for her.
It took all of my willpower to rein in the primal anger I felt at seeing her chest covered by the circular sticky tabs of the EKG. I realized when it came to Mia, the slightest hint of danger made me like a savage beast hell-bent on destroying anything that so much as blinked in her direction. That went doubly for whatever or whomever caused her PTSD, and I would seek them out.
“Sweet pea, what sent you to the hospital today?”
She pulled her pretty head back and shoved her tiny shoulders forward. “I had a panic attack.” She paused and took a shuddery breath. “Coming to town made me remember something I’ve been trying to forget. I’m not ready to talk about it, but I will someday, okay, Daddy?”
It was as if Mia had become my whole world in the span of weeks, and we hadn’t even spent much time with each other. I knew without question she was meant to be mine in a way I had never experienced with another girl. I felt it in my bones and my gut; she fit me perfectly.
I ran a hand from the back of her neck, down her back, and up again, finally caressing the plump lips of her mouth.
“Are you Daddy’s precious girl?”
She slowly nodded her affirmation.
“You know what that means, princess?”
“Not exactly? But I wanna find out.”
“It means I get to spoil you, adore you, respect you, discipline you….”
“Sounds nice.” She stroked my arm, and her tongue flicked out to touch her lips. “I don’t know about the ‘discipline’ part though.”
My cock nearly erupted at the word on her lips. We were talking about this; she wasn’t running away or shutting me out. My little wild one seemed open to being tamed. I had given her a few love slaps already, but discipline and training were something altogether different. I needed her to freely give up all of her control to me.
Her small fingers clutched at my hips, and she rested her head on my chest. Her warm breath caressed my flesh through my shirt, and I scooped her up and carried her toward our bed.
“Where are we goin’?” she asked, and I loved her guard being down around me as evidenced by her soft tone of voice and hint of baby talk that sometimes carried a slight lisp. Not to mention the fact her spritely demeanor gave rise to a boulder in my pants.
“You know where we’re going.“ I gently placed her on the mattress, lowered my mouth to her neck, and kissed my way from her collarbone to her ear, playfully biting the tender spot beneath her lobe. I licked my way back down to her collarbone, and she visibly melted. “Stay there, princess.“ I pinned her wrists above her head and bit my lip as I could practically taste her arousal in the air. She gasped as her eyes dropped to the rod of flesh jutting against my zipper from between my massive thighs.
I adored this girl, wanted to cherish her, and yet when she reached for the waistline of my jeans, it invoked a primal need to ravish her.
Her lust was evident in her twinkling eyes as she unzipped me and attempted to wrap her hands around the mushroom-shaped tip of my cock that sprung out from my pants, ruby-purple colored due to my fevered desire. It was so swollen, when she tried to wrap her fingers around the base, they were unable to fully stretch around the chromium-hard rod of flesh.
Animal instinct kicked in, and I growled hungrily at the scent of her excitement. With my right hand, I slowly undressed her. Her gaze was riveted to my shaft, which was now leaking pearly drops of fluid.
Once I had her stripped, I kissed my way from her ankle to her collarbone, purposefully avoiding the throbbing heat of her center that leaked slick moisture onto her thighs. I hovered over her face and whispered, “Kiss me, Mia.“ I traced the seam of her lips with mine until she grabbed onto my shoulders for dear life while I french-fucked her mouth with my tongue.
I pulled back to savor the vision of her once more. “You’re mine, Mia. You have no idea how much my life has changed since I met you.“
She exhaled a shuddery sigh. “I feel the same, but I also question my sanity. It feels so fast and so right at the same time. It frightens me.“
I stroked her hair back from her face. “You have nothing to be afraid of, little girl. Daddy’s here to keep you from harm.”
It was simply impossible to resist the pull of her pussy any longer. I began to rub her tiny bud between my two fingers, remembering vividly how it looked from when I had my mouth there. My arousal wasn’t sated, but I realized what Mia needed most right now was a nap.
“Bunny, it’s part of my job as your daddy and your guardian to keep you safe. To put my arms around you while I stroke your hair. To place my hands around your neck as I whisper naughty things in your ear. And to reassure you whenever you are anxious by telling you, ‘Shhh, baby girl. Daddy’s here.’”
“I want to believe in the fantasy and accept everything you offer. But my life has been the opposite of a fairy tale so far, unless you count me as the eccentric witch who lives alone in the forest. That part I guess is true.”
“Sweetie, we don’t have to do anything right now. I’m thinking the best thing for you after what you’ve been through today is a nap.” It killed me to say it, but I realized some things were more important than others, and right now, at the top of my list was helping Mia rest and making her feel sheltered. My swollen and aching cock was not one bit happy about it, but he’d survive if she wanted to slow down our sex scene.
Mia had other plans in mind.
She yawned and slowly shoved her fists above her head, whispering words that contradicted her actions. “I’m not tired. I want to be with you.” She so obviously needed me as her daddy, not only that, but also as her Dom.
She’d learn soon enough. There was comfort in being restrained, held down by someone immensely stronger than her, and being lovingly—yes, lovingly—dealt a firm hand. I was dying to see if it turned her on to be powerless beneath me, trusting I would protect her even though I could break her.
“It’s Daddy’s job to take care of you, Mia, and if I say you need your rest, what does it mean?“
She stared at the ceiling as if deep in thought and then caught my eyes and held me to her that way. “In my personal opinion, it means I need to distract Daddy for as long as I can so he lets me stay up with him and play.”
My baby was part brat. “And how exactly do you plan on getting me to let you stay up, baby girl?“
She tentatively reached her hands down between her legs as I watched, mesmerized, while she pulled her puffy, swollen lips apart so I had my fill o
f the shiny, soaked interior.
“Daddy, I need a distraction. Make me forget about everything.”
“And how shall I do that, sweetie?”
“I’m all wet and achy. Help me, please. Make it stop aching.”
Oh fuck.
So much for restraint. My self-control was no match for her angel baby, dirty talk.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maybe it was the trip to the hospital today—a not-so-subtle reminder life was fleeting. Shoving myself into a box of solitude was not going to keep the demons away forever. Like the doc at the hospital said, “You can’t heal what you don’t feel.” The flashback fiends didn’t fade away because I ignored them.
What were the odds that, in spite of the efforts I made to shelter myself from the world, this attentive and kind man had somehow stumbled onto my property and captured my heart? Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
Even if it was only for one night or a few weeks until I retreated back to my isolated woods in the boondocks, I was going to allow myself to believe in this daddy tale. I was going for it and would consume him like cake.
“Please help me, Daddy.“ Uttering the words turned me into a new edition of myself, one who didn’t have to watch out, take care, and be on the alert. One who didn’t need to worry about flashbacks, nightmares, or EKGs.
Daddy was here. Daddy would protect me even in my sleep. The pipe dream was so seductive, I decided to go ahead and smoke it.
“I’ll be a good girl, I swear. Please help me.” I rocked my hips a little to capture his attention.
“But you didn’t listen when I told you it was naptime, did you, baby? You were very naughty.”
I could feel my cheeks flush. I pulled the corners of my mouth slowly upward and shook my head. “Nuh-uh.” Lash batting may or may not have been involved.
Jasper put his one hand around my neck and choked me gently, if that was a thing. “Are you sassing me, pet? Because if so, it would mean two.”
I cocked my jaw at him. “Two what?”
“Two spanking sessions: one for pleasure and one for punishment.”
“No, please. I won’t sass!”
“Okay then. Come here and lay across Daddy’s lap.” I crawled across him, conscious my bum was thrust in the air for his visual appreciation.
“Let Daddy show you, kitten, how arousing a spanking can be. Trust me, this won’t be punishment. Relax.” He grabbed the hank of my hair at the back of my head and pulled it back so I was forced to look into his eyes. “We’ll talk about rules and discipline later, after you agree to my way of keeping you out of harm’s way. For now, a spanking is foreplay to get you ready for Daddy’s hard fucking.” Lowering his face to mine, he gave my lips a kiss both potent and full of promise.
He pinned my waist down with his sidekick, Captain Hook, to maneuver me into place across his thighs. His huge member sprouted from between there like a jumbo trunk of bamboo. I was positioned in front of it and felt his fevered erection thrusting against my flank.
“Good girl. Let’s see how you like Daddy’s hand on your bottom.” His hand came down unexpectedly with a firm slap. “We won’t make you red this time, rather a nice rosy pink. Enough to excite but not hurt.”
He began a solid rhythm of slaps, and each impact made my clit clench greedily beneath me. He built up quickly, three soft slaps on one cheek, three on the other, and then smoothed his hand across my bum gently, swiping away the slight sting.
The blows started up again, a little harder now, still not delivering discomfort but stimulating my tender cheeks and opening up every one of my sensual receptors. The utterances coming out of my mouth were incoherent sounds—groans, moans, keens, and whimpers that sounded like they were coming from someone else. Who knew ass-whacking was such an aphrodisiac? My adoration for Daddy expanded with the sensations resulting from his attention to my bum.
Jasper didn’t start off hard and get harder. Instead, he was swatting with thwacks that barely registered as spanks. There was plenty of rubbing, squeezing, and cupping the pliant flesh of my bum with his hand between blows.
“You have an amazing ass, kitten. Perfect for Daddy to slap and fondle.”
I relaxed across his lap and shoved my hips back to encourage him. The enticement made Jasper growl in appreciation. “You’re killing me, Mia. I can see how slick you are between your legs.”
“Do you want to touch it, Daddy? Do you want to feel how wet you make my pussy?”
“I want to do more than touch you. I want to devour you somehow and be deep inside you.“ He moved me to the center of the bed and positioned himself between my legs to examine me.
The way he looked at me made waves of heat roll down my body, landing at the center of horniness. My nipples contracted and crowned to stiff points.
“Enough, I only have so much self-control. Lemme lay eyes on Daddy’s prize. Show me what’s mine.”
I inhaled deeply, obeyed, and spread my legs apart so he had complete visual access to my lady bits. The way he talked made me bold and even proud of what he saw there. Like my vajayjay was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. “I need to fuck this sweet little thing. It’s so precious and juicy.” He laved it long and hard with his skilled tongue, and heat flamed up into my cheeks. “Mmmm, it tastes fucking delicious. I’m not going to be able to hold back from coming inside you very long, princess, but don’t worry. Daddy can go more than one round.” He shoved two fingers inside of me while sucking at my pleasure button with his mouth. “It’s so tight and tiny. It scalds my fingers. You’re going to milk Daddy’s cum out in zero seconds flat.”
I took a moment to feast on his manliness with my eyes. I loved the thick thatch of hair on his chest and the dusting of the same all over his belly.
“When I take you this time, Mia, it’s going to be forever. You’re going to be my girl for the rest of time, not for just one night.”
“I feel secure with you. I don’t want to leave,” I whispered to him and ran my hand along his jaw, causing him to lean into my palm like a pet seeking affection.
“I’ll keep you safe, Mia. You’ll never have to worry again. I may only have one arm, but I’m twice as tough as any son of a bitch I’ve ever met, and I can keep you distracted from your demons.”
He plunged his cock deep inside me, and I screamed out his name as I came. When he rested his chest against mine, I could feel his heart pounding hard through his chest wall. So alive.
He began to piston his hips up and down, driving his erection in and out of me, plunging to the furthest depth of my pussy. And further. There was no way I could hold all of him inside, so he made room, shoving my insides apart to accommodate him, forcefully stroking my sensitive walls until I could feel my muscles starting to contract around him. I had never been so full before.
He leaned closer and growled curse words and filthy sentiments in my ear like a big, happy, horny tomcat. “Does my little girl like being fucked by Daddy’s big, fat cock?”
I mewled my enthusiasm and demonstrated my appreciation by shoving my cunt upward to meet him, bouncing myself off his pelvis.
“Yes, princess, chase that dick. You’re so sticky-hot around my cock, you’re going to draw my cum right out with your pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me hard. I want you to come inside of me. Or do you want me to get on my knees for you so you can fuck my face? Do you want to come inside my mouth?”
“Ohhhhh, Mia… God. Here it comes!”
I pulsed around him, and he collapsed over me, holding his weight off me but heaving air in and out so his chest hairs tickled my nipples.
Minutes passed before he rolled over, but his gorgeous—to me it was now the epitome of handsome, scars and all—head rested in his hand so he could look down at me.
“You’re so precious to me, Mia. I adore you.”
I don’t know what it was, afterglow inebriation or what, but I ran my hand along his jaw and replied without pause, “I love yo
u, Jasper.”
Oh shit. So much for my precious self-reliance. I had actually drunk the intoxicating “You’re safe with me, little girl,” Kool-Aid.
And it tasted fucking great.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next morning, I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Sheer satisfaction made me light-headed. I couldn’t believe she was still in my bed, the covers tossed around her sensually curved shape, ready to let me kiss and ravish her. Oh, there were still issues to figure out, but those things could wait.
She loved me.
Without hesitation, I responded in kind last night, happy to finally tell her how I felt. The three words had been at the tip of my tongue so many times, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare her off. She was so skittish.
Wild.
The next thing was to let her know when I said I loved her, it meant for all time and she was meant to be my wife. I needed to be her everlasting daddy. Today was a day to enjoy with my Mia and show her that being my little girl meant freedom to express her true self but also freedom from anxiety. Daddy would take care of everything.
I’d start with the basics. “Kitten, I need a shower. Would you like to have a shower with Daddy?“
I poked my head out the bathroom door and saw the big grin spreading across her petal-pink lips as she slowly nodded.
Walking over to the bed, I put out a hand out to help her up from her position on the mattress. She stood, gliding her body slowly up against mine, and looked up at me, hinting she needed yet another kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me.
There was no hiding my hard-on in this position, both of us naked, skin brushing against one another in the most tantalizing way. It reared its hungry head against my stomach and the top of my dick shined with precum, total giveaway. Not fair there was no hiding male arousal when it came to pass. Mia’s cheeks flushed when she felt the undeniable proof of my lust pressed against her and looked at me with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
