by Olivia Fox
She slid to the floor in front of me and got on her knees, making me utter a feral response in my throat. I took a few steps back, teasing her. “Crawl to me, baby girl. Show me what’s mine. Let me see you shake that tail of yours.”
I’d stood field side for what seemed like hours watching horses run for the sheer pleasure of it. Like those horses and their unsurpassed allure, spirit, and elegance, Mia remained humble and crawled to me. My heart lurched right along with the bobbing of my dick against my stomach. Like those horses, I could watch her move for hours.
She had other ideas in mind besides serving as my visual entertainment. She swayed sexily toward me like a leisurely cat, got up on her knees, slowly walked her hands up my thighs, placed herself dead center in front of my dick, and laved her tongue against the sensitive tip. It was the undoing of my restraint, and I quickly moved from Daddy to Dom, seizing her hair in my single fist and ordering, “Open.” She did as she was told and stuck out her pink tongue to receive. I shoved past her lips, “Suck.”
I groaned and grabbed the back of her head to drive my cock to the hilt, resting deep inside her mouth, feeling its wet heat engulf me. My princess gagged a little. I looked down and saw her big hazel eyes twinkling up at me, and she shoved herself onto me further. Encouraged, I pushed into the molten work of art within her mouth and held her there, not letting her move away.
“Does my baby like being forced by her daddy?” Gently, I petted her soft hair. She was my kitten.
“Mmmmmm” was all she could manage while nodding slightly.
Mia ran her fingertips up and down my thighs, rustling the sensitive hairs there, teasingly making her way up to gently fondle my balls. I controlled the pace of how her mouth slid up and down, being mindful my cock was swollen enough to stretch my little girl’s mouth wide. Reluctantly, I pulled her eager lips off my cock and tugged her up to kiss me again. I commanded her lips under mine, reveling in the way her entire body shook in my arms.
“Come here, princess,” I commanded as I strode into the bathroom. I turned on the shower spray to a comfortable temperature inside the monster-scale stall I had built. She followed me into the dense, steamy surrounding encased by river rock flooring and natural stone walls with a mini waterfall jutting out.
“You need Daddy to take care of you, don’t you?”
I had to look down at her from where I stood as my height made me tower over her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell Daddy what you want, use your words.”
She was silent for so long, I thought she might refuse to answer, which would be an opportunity for a spanking. Not all bad.
Instead, her chin sank toward the river rocks and she said in a shaky voice, “I want you to manhandle me, Daddy.”
In a snap, I closed the foot of distance between us and pushed her back roughly up against the wall. My kiss was ripe with all the passion and desire I felt for her. Firmly, eagerly, I plowed a path with my right hand from her belly to the cleft between her legs. It was soaking wet, and we hadn’t even stepped under the shower spray yet. Plundering her mouth with mine, I grabbed each of her arms in my hand careful not to touch her too hard with my left.
Moving both her wrists and holding them captive in my single, strong hand, I pushed her arms up above her head and used my feet to drive her legs apart. In one smooth move, I spun her around so she was shoved forcefully against the wall with her creamy backside to me. “Is this how you like to be treated, baby?”
Mia arched her back, shoving her bottom toward me, and whimpered a feminine sound that was unmistakably consenting.
“Hold still. Keep your hands right where they are.” I murmured the warning in her ear before taking a step back to admire her gorgeous pose. “Daddy wants to hold you down and fuck you, baby girl, but he needs to make sure you’re ready.”
A shudder surged over my huge frame as I dipped my fingers into her pink little pussy, which was now juicy wet. I couldn’t think of anything but pinning her to the wall with my cock, and thank God she was ready for it. “Look what you made me do,” I told her as I grabbed my rod, which was harder than and practically as heavy as a goddamn anvil in my hand. It throbbed with the need to surround itself in her sweet cunt.
With a desperate thrust, I rammed my cock up between her thighs and groaned in agony. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” The words were spoken partly to myself as a warning; I wasn’t sure how long I could last inside the squeezing grip of her heat.
She shrieked her pleasure, arching her body to better ride my dick, and began bumping her sweet ass up against me. I was buried to the hilt and took a handful of her hair to pull her head back and kiss her while I pummeled the heaven between her legs. “Tell me how much you want it, baby.”
She moaned and bucked against me.
I snapped my hips forward like a jackhammer, claiming the fire that burned inside her sweet womanhood as mine, barely able to grunt out, “You’re mine. Only mine.”
The handle of her hair in my hand was silky as her voice when she replied, “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours. Make me come all over your big cock.”
WORTH FIGHTING FOR
“I won’t abandon you, and you can damn well bet that I’m going to fight for you.”
-Anon
Chapter Twenty-Three
The cool surface of the rock beneath my cheek did nothing to ease the fire Jasper was stoking, not only with his cock but also with the hot words he grumbled and growled at me while pounding me with his colossal girth and length.
God, it was good with Jasper. Too good to believe?
I wanted to be taken by him, to crawl for him, to have him punish me, protect me, and own me. He released my hair and slid his hand down to my clit, squeezing it as if he were picking something up between his fingers. It was torture when combined with the ecstasy of his cock stroking me so forcefully from the inside, spiraling me toward orgasm. When he flicked my button back and forth with his thumb, I covered my mouth and hummed into my hand.
“You can cover your mouth all you want, little one, but I can still make you scream.”
“Yes. Yes! Please, Daddy. Please make me scream. Take me anyway you want.”
His ferocious snarl surprised me as much as his sudden motionlessness. “What will you give me to let you come, princess?”
I wriggled, hoping it would encourage him to continue slamming into me. “Anything. Whatever you want is yours, please, please keep fucking me. Don’t stop!” For good measure, I raised my hands and grabbed my nipples, chasing stimulation any way I could, and heard his appreciative growl from behind.
“Say you’re mine forever, Mia. Forever to protect.” His syllables were punctuated by the ramming of his cock into my very center. The pace of his assault now jammed me up against the wall, and I stretched my hands over my head and leaned my ass back into the insane sensation of being completely filled, completely ravished, and completely overcome with pleasure while he frigged my clit with his fingers and pinched my nipple with his metal clamp. “Forever mine to punish when you’ve been a bad girl. Say it!”
I couldn’t help myself, when the explosion hit, I cried out, “Forever, Daddy! Forever.”
Jasper jabbed me from behind, his arm now around my waist holding me up from collapse, and I could feel myself spiraling toward bliss again as he persisted in pummeling me with his huge hard-on. The guy had some stallion-like stamina, and he was making sure I reached my quota of orgasms before allowing himself to come.
“You feel so good, baby, girl. I’m so glad this pussy’s all mine to fuck whenever I feel like it. Your new hobby is mounting Daddy’s dick, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He impaled me with renewed energy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia. I need you to get ready because I’m going to fill you up with my seed.” He held my hips and rammed into me like a foreign invader of my female bits, and I was ready to surrender completely to his brutal forces. “Come. Come now, princess, come with me.�
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As he roared his release, I dug my fingers into the rock wall before me, clinging for dear life as my pussy twisted around him and he spurted deeply inside.
When our panting finally subsided, he picked me up and carried me to the large stone bench next to the shower spray. He grabbed a washcloth and said, “Spread your legs, kitten. Daddy needs to wash you.” I widened my legs, staring at him in disbelief until he started to wipe me clean with the soft fabric.
“I can do that.” It was slightly embarrassing to be cared for this way.
“You will not. I told you already, it’s my job to take care of you.” He got down on his knees in front of me. “Besides, I enjoy doing it.” He ran the washcloth over my folds, and my breath caught as he paid close attention to my clit, labia, and the inside of my thighs.
“Remember what you said.” He stopped his ministrations and looked up at me, his hair now dew dipped with shower spray and looking handsome enough to take my breath away.
“I said a lot of things.”
“The most important thing.” He mock scowled at me. “You know….”
“Forever?”
“Exactly.”
“How do you know you’ll still like me forever from now?”
His chuckle filled the stall like an opera singer at the Met, and it made me purely, unrecognizably happy to hear it.
“Look, it’s not so important you understand the implication of forever, so long as you know you’re mine and you feel it when you wake up with me every morning and every minute of your waking hours.”
I let him finish washing me; then he dried me off and got me dressed. We spent the day like a normal couple, probably a thousand times more euphoric than most.
For at least one day, I was able to completely ignore the scars on the inside that made me silently cry out. Cries that only echoed inside my mind. I hadn’t even told Jasper about the terrors, and yet I had the nerve to tell him “yes” to forever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I woke the next morning, feeling like a million bucks after holding Mia tight all night long, and reached my arms up toward the headboard.
I stretched myself across the entire mattress and felt the warmth of fulfillment Mia had fostered. Where was she?
“Hey, what are you up to?” I shouted at her.
No answer.
Maybe she was trying to rustle up coffee in the kitchen.
I checked the shower down the hall just in case.
And ran out of places to inspect.
I returned quickly to the bedroom to shove on my jeans and a T-shirt so I could go after her. What the hell was she thinking? She hadn’t eaten breakfast. She didn’t have her car. We’d barely told each other “I love you” for fuck’s sake.
I reached inside the pockets of my jeans to push them in place and felt a folded-up piece of paper that wasn’t there before.
Dear Jasper,
I meant what I said. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. And that’s why I’m asking you to please respect my wishes and don’t try to find me.
It would be selfish of me to take advantage of your kind and generous nature.
I’m not whole. I can’t give you what you deserve. That possibility was taken away during the night we haven’t even talked about, when I was still working as a police officer. It still haunts me. It just sent me to the hospital, and it’s been two years ago now.
You deserve a woman who can be your equal. A woman who can be your queen. Not someone needy and shattered like me.
I love you,
Mia
I jumped into my pickup and drove to the hospital parking lot. Of course her car was gone. She must have gotten up early and was probably already at her home by now. The tree house whose whereabouts remained a secret. Aiden came to mind. He might give me the directions if I pressed him hard enough. Kinda stalkerish though. If I cared for Mia, I should listen to her requests.
Forget her?
Leave her alone?
The Daddy Dom in me spoke up. “Fuck that. She’s mine.”
But was it possible to still the swirling thoughts that haunted her, to help her feel safe and protected from the world if she refused my offer? Could I really force her to be my little girl?
Maybe she was right. Maybe this wasn’t going to work.
I sent her one email and one email only.
Little girl,
I await your return.
Eternally, Daddy
Two Weeks Later
The shop I owned, North Coast Firearms, had been running a big sale with lots of new inventory coming in every day. It kept me busy and put some money in my wallet—okay, the term pocket change was a huge understatement. I told myself what happened with Mia was for the best and pretended I was over it.
My cock had other ideas. It was ridiculous. It was as if her pussy held some elixir that had coated me in its magical secretions and cast an erection spell on me. Every night I went home tired as a dog from customer interaction, keeping the shooting range in order, managing point of sales and on and on. There was no way I could pump an orgasm out of my cock.
But as soon as I hit the mattress, I started going over every detail of her sugar-sprinkled cunt in my mind: the pink folds, the way her pleasure button peeped out from beneath her puffy lips. The feminine blush of her cheeks and chest when I tasted her syrupy arousal and gently pulled at her clit with my mouth. Her tight hole squeezing around my fingers or cock, and the sound of her moaning “Daddy” were the memories that always made me bellow and explode into my fist. It was like being nineteen again but worse because the frantic lust was attached to actual love.
At least the explosive orgasms helped me to sleep.
I woke up late the next morning, Saturday, unsure what to do with myself. Plunked in front of my computer with a good, strong cup of coffee, I pulled up my email. Mind blown, my eyes blinked three times to ensure what was on the screen was real. It was a short email from Mia.
This sucks. I miss my daddy.
Then a long string of nonsensical numbers.
WTF? Were we speaking in code now? I rubbed the back of my neck and my eyelids blinked a staccato rhythm while I tried to make sense of what I saw on the screen.
Holy Christ. They were GPS coordinates.
Plus four random numbers I couldn’t make sense out of. Screw it. I’d figure it out when I got there.
I was going after her. It was time to take command of her once and for all.
Clearly, I had been too easy on Mia. She needed me to dominate her, and I needed her at my side. I flew up Mattole Road, taking the curves tight and fast. It seemed like it took forever to arrive at the green metal gate situated smack-dab in the middle of the coordinates. There was a hefty padlock on a chain; the four extra numbers might be for the tumblers. I tried them and pulled the lock open with a well-greased “snick” sound.
The road to Mia’s was flanked by huge, ancient spruce on either side, making me think of The Chronicles of Narnia, my favorite books as a kid. It looked like magic was about to happen. Long wisps of old man’s beard dripped off the stout tree limbs, and salmon berries sprouted from old stumps, battling for territory against high piles of twig-built wood rat nests.
My gut told me it was true. Mia was the secret I had been waiting to discover. When I was with her, I felt whole. There was no way I was going to let her go again after finally finding out what real love felt like. She needed my structure; I could sense it. Obviously, she was afraid for some reason she hadn’t yet shared, and this visit she was going to tell me why. I nodded slowly to myself. It was my responsibility to ensure she was safe, and wrestling with her demons was clearly too much for Mia to handle alone.
I parked in front of the tree house, ran up the elevated walk way to her front porch and swung the door open. “Honey, I’m home!”
Crickets. A quick search of her tidy place revealed she truly was out. I remembered her mentioning a stream she liked to bath in when it was nice on a
day like today. “Down the hill from my place,” she said. I’d check it out.
Before leaving on the trail down the hill, I felt a spidery, creeping sensation across the back of my neck. It was an instinct I learned the hard way never to ignore. Tucked away in my glovebox, my Glock was an essential sidekick in situations like this.
The emerald pool was small but breathtaking, and the sound of water bubbling across rocks filled the air. The setting paled in comparison with Mia’s beauty, which was visible from my vantage point on the rise above her. She dunked under the water and stood up again, sending sheets of liquid running down her breasts to emphasize how very suckable they were. She didn’t see me yet, and I realized this was the second time I came upon her bathing unaware.
The horror of what caught my eye as it emerged from behind the giant tree trunk below caused the hand of time to halt, and sweat popped out on my upper lip. I crouched in silence and plotted my next move, watching reluctantly as the man holding the crossbow raised it to secure the buttstock firmly against his shooting shoulder. He placed his other hand on the foregrip and lowered his cheek in order to peer down the scope that he was sighting in on Mia.
The alders kicked up in a gust of wind that rattled their leaves overhead and garnered the attention of the man. It was all I needed. Three shots in quick succession blasted his bow to pieces and caused a softball-sized floret of crimson to bloom on his left arm.
Mia covered herself and screamed, “Jasper! Look out.”
The hunter didn’t give up entirely and was plainly reaching for a weapon with his right arm. “Don’t do it,” I snarled. “Not if you have any interest in leaving here alive, which right now I’m not sure I’ll allow.”
The jackass raised his hands in the air. “She had it coming. Dumb bitch killed my brothers.”
