“Umm, Daddy, are you gonna let me up?” she asked nervously.
“Nope. Not yet.” He pulled her panties down further until they rested at the top of her thighs. A thought occurred to her and she immediately reached back to cover her vulnerable ass.
“I don’t need a spanking, Daddy. I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said quickly.
“Well now that’s definitely not true. I still owe you a spanking for lying to me, for putting yourself down and keeping things from me.”
“Daddy, please, no!” She started kicking her legs, aware of what she must look like with her hands covering her bare bottom, her legs wiggling back and forth.
“Luckily, for you, you just had an injection in your bottom and I don’t want to hurt you.”
She didn’t point out that a spanking was going to hurt either way, because she was very much aware of the reprieve she’d been given.
“Move your hands away from your bottom and put them in front of you.”
“Couldn’t I have this conversation sitting up, Daddy?”
“Little girl, only one butt cheek got the injection, I am perfectly fine with spanking the other one until you learn to obey me.”
She quickly removed her hands.
“Good choice. Now, we’re going to have a talk about your health. My job is to make sure you are happy, safe and healthy. I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I’m here to help with your problems. To make sure you feel loved and secure. My job is to also set limits and enforce them.”
As he spoke, he rubbed her bottom almost soothingly. But she was all too aware of her vulnerable position.
“I do feel safe here, Daddy.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I know I’m asking a lot in a short amount of time, little girl. But there needs to be trust between us for a relationship like this to work.”
“I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, Clint,” she told him.
“I’m glad to hear that, darling.” There was relief in his voice and something else. She felt him lean over and she turned her head to watch him pick up the vitamins.
Well, crap, seemed she was getting more things poked up her bottom. “You’ve got an obsession with my butt.”
“It is a very nice bottom,” he told her. “And you’re going to have to get used to me wanting access to it at all times, I’m afraid. Now keep those hands in front of you.”
“Are you sure I can’t have the gummy bear vitamins?”
“You heard what Doc said. Sometimes what you want isn’t what’s best for you and Daddy is always going to do what’s best for you. Because he loves you.”
He didn’t. Hell, no, he did not.
Before she could tell him exactly what she thought of him telling her something so momentous while she was lying ass-naked over his lap, he parted her bottom cheeks and slid something cold into her bottom.
God, she hoped no one walked through that door right now.
She let out a screech even though it didn’t hurt. He pushed his finger partially inside her, and kept it there, not moving.
“Daddy!” She clenched around his finger. There was only a slight burn, but it definitely felt odd. “Take it out!”
“Nope, not until I’m certain that you’re not going to push that out. This is going to happen every morning.”
“What if you’ve already left before I wake up?”
“Hmm, good point. We’ll do it each night then.”
Great. So much for wiggling her way out of that one.
Then as he slipped his finger free, she remembered what he’d just said. “I can’t believe you told me you loved me like this!”
Yeah. He hadn’t actually meant to blurt it out like that. But he wanted her to know how much she meant to him.
“I don’t know, telling you that I love you while you’re bare-ass over my knee seemed like perfect timing to me.”
“It hasn’t been long enough.” She spoke so quietly, he barely heard her.
“Says who? You know I’m a man who doesn’t muck around, Charlotte. I want you. I love you. I intend to marry you—”
“You are not asking me like this, Clint Jensen!”
He chuckled. “No, baby. I’m not asking you like this. But soon…”
She didn’t say anything and he grew worried that he was moving too fast. Shit. Had he scared her off?
“I’m sorry, Charlotte. I didn’t mean to move too fast—”
“I love you too, Clint,” she told him.
“What?” He was certain he’d misheard her.
“I love you too. It seems too quick, but it feels so right. You mean everything to me. I love you so much.”
Thank you, God.
“Good,” he said with satisfaction.
She sighed. “Could I get up now please?”
“Hmm, let me think about that.”
She glared at him over her shoulder.
“You don’t look very happy for a woman in love,” he teased her.
She poked her tongue out at him. “I might love you, but I still think you’re far too obsessed with my butt and sticking things in it.”
He had to laugh. “Get used to it, little darling. I have a feeling this bottom is going to find itself filled and spanked often.”
He gently rolled her over and hugged her tight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her.
Hell, yes. She loved him. He didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he never intended to let her go. He put her clothing to rights then set her down on the sofa. “Stay here, I’m going to wash up and then I’ll be back.” He washed up as quickly as he could. When he returned, he sat and immediately pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him.
“Clint?”
“Yes?”
“Well…I was wondering…Doc did say it was okay to…” She glanced away shyly. But he grasped hold of her chin, turning her back to face him.
“Charlotte, are you asking me to make love to you?”
“Yes, please, if you want to.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. And I want you more with each day that passes. But I need you tell me if you want to stop for any reason, all right? If you’re scared or tired or sore. Got it?”
“I will,” she promised.
He stood, and carried her upstairs. When they were in their bedroom, he set her down by the bed and slowly started to strip her. He pulled off the oversized t-shirt, which just happened to be one of his. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he immediately zeroed in on her nipples, drawing her closer so he could suckle on one then the other.
“Jesus, baby, you have the best breasts.” He nuzzled at them.
“They’re too small.”
Oh no, he wasn’t putting up with that. He reached for her pants and stripped them and her panties down in one yank then he drew her against his body and gave her left ass cheek ten sharp smacks. He was careful to avoid her other cheek, where Doc had administered the birth control injection.
“Ow! Clint! Stop! Why are you spanking me?”
He set her back on her feet. “That wasn’t a proper spanking. That was just a reminder not to talk down about yourself.”
She scowled. “That was one hell of a reminder.”
Oh, she was in for a shock when he really punished her. He lifted her, placing her on the bed and pulled her pants free of her feet. Then he started to strip.
She watched as he drew off his shirt, her breath catching in her throat. Then he reached for his belt, undoing it before quickly stripping off his jeans. This left him in just his boxers. God, he was gorgeous. Thick with muscle, but not too muscular. It was all too obvious that he worked hard for a living. There wasn’t an inch of fat on his sculpted body. From his wide chest down to those firm abs to his hips…
“Jesus, little girl, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what, Daddy?” she said with fake innocence.
“Like I’m an ice cream and you want to lick me all over.”
Finally, he took off his boxers. And dear Lord, he was magnificent. Long and wide. Erect. She licked her lips, for the first time actually looking forward to taking a cock into her mouth. She’d never felt that way with Brian.
Clint took himself in hand, stroking up and down then he squeezed the base. Charlie moved onto her knees to watch him.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful.”
He appeared startled. Then he let out a bark of laughter. “Not sure I agree with that, sweetheart.”
“You are. Can I touch you?”
He moved to the side of the bed. “Come here, baby.”
She shuffled over on her knees. When she was just a few inches away, he reached out and cupped both breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh. Oh. Please let me touch you.” Her hands reached for him and he drew back with a stern frown.
“Not yet.”
“Why not?” she pouted. She wanted to touch him, taste him, give him as much pleasure as he gave her.
Why not? Because he was worried that as soon as she touched him, he’d lose all control, roll her onto her back and take her.
“Because I’m in charge.”
“You’re always in charge.”
“Damn straight.” He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly on it. He tugged lightly on the nipple and she cried out.
“Oh! Oh! Please!”
He lapped at the sore bud then moved to her other nipple, pulling at it, biting down gently then sucking on it as her breath grew faster, her body trembling.
“Turn around,” he told her. “Put your face down on the mattress, your arms out in front of you, I don’t want any weight on your sore hand. But stay on your knees so that ass is high up in the air.”
“But I want to touch you.”
He drew her close, holding her against his chest with one firm arm around her waist then he gave the tops of her thighs a few smacks.
“No, Daddy, stop! I’ll be good.”
He snorted. “If only I could believe that.”
She moved away as he loosened his hold. “I’m sorry. I’ll try better.”
“Hey.” He reached out and grabbed hold of her chin, lifting her face up. “I’m not angry, you know that, right? And I really like that you want to touch me, it’s just that I’ve wanted you since I first saw you and now that my dick knows it’s going to get inside your tight cunt, it wants in there now. I’m on the edge here, baby girl. And I want to make you feel good before I get inside you.”
“But I do feel good.”
“You’re about to feel better. In position. Now.”
She moved without another word, pressing her face to the mattress, pushing her ass up.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She pushed them further apart and he rubbed her ass.
Her body relaxed as he lightly ran his hand over her bottom. He cupped her left cheek, feeling the slight heat. Then he squeezed and she gasped.
“Ah, poor baby, does that hurt?”
“Yes,” she told him in a put-upon voice.
“Let’s see what I can do to make you feel better.” He started to place kisses across the pink skin.
She gasped, jolted forward. “No!”
“Uh-uh, back in position. I’m not hurting you. If something truly scares or hurts you then you can use the word, red. But since I don’t intend on doing much more than soothing and playing with you, I don’t expect you will use it.”
He parted her ass cheeks and ran his finger down the seam, pressing his digit against her puckered entrance. She gasped but didn’t move. He grabbed the jar of lube he kept in the bedside drawers. Opening it, he dipped two fingers in before he parted the cheeks of her ass again.
“Going to have to do some shopping,” he told her as he dabbed some lube on her asshole, as much as to build the anticipation as anything else. Then he slowly pressed one finger inside her. She let out a cry. He knew he would be playing with her bottom a lot. “Need some plugs to stretch you.”
She shook her head then moaned as he pressed his finger deep. “You are so tight. So hot. I’m going to work you up slowly, baby, but I will take you here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and ready. I wouldn’t ever put you at risk.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” She turned her head around with a sigh as he started to push his second finger in. She was so tight that he knew it had to burn, but other than a small squeak when he pushed two fingers deep, she didn’t make a noise.
With his other hand, he decided to check how much she liked this. He reached down and cupped her pussy.
“Someone is very wet, aren’t they?” He ran his finger along her slit. “My little girl really loves having Daddy play with her bottom.” He brought the finger that he’d been running through her slick lower lips to his mouth and sucked it clean.
“Yum. Delicious.”
“Oh God. Oh God.” Her body shook. He knew she was close to an orgasm. He returned his finger to her pussy and thrust it deep into her passage. She threw her head back with a cry. “Please! Oh, please!”
“Does my baby want to come?” he crooned.
“So bad. Please. Make me come. Please.”
He drew his finger free from her warm passage and tapped her clit. He ran his finger around it then flicked it, played with it. Teased her. She grew tense. He could see the muscles in her thighs quivering.
Oh yes, she needed to come badly.
“Come, little girl. Come with my fingers in your ass. I want to hear you scream.” He flicked his finger against her clit in hard, fast movements, her bottom tightened around his fingers and then she cried out as she came.
Christ, he thought he was going to come then and there. He had to take a deep breath. Remind himself that he wasn’t a teenage boy. He had control.
He drew his fingers free of her ass. “Wait right there. I’m going to wash my hands. Do not move.”
He walked quickly into the bathroom. When he returned, she was still in place, her gorgeous ass high in the air. Fuck. Enough of this. He needed her now.
He strode over to and flipped her around onto her back. She gasped at the sudden movement. He grabbed her hips and drew her ass right to the edge of the mattress. His bed was higher than most and she was now level with his hips. He raised her slightly then entered her in one deep thrust.
“Oh! Oh!”
Shit. What was he doing? This was her first time taking him and he hadn’t even given her a warning, just plowed his way in. He had to exert all of his control to remain still. His breath came in harsh pants, his body trembling with the need to move as he gazed down at her.
“I’m sorry, baby, I should—”
“Move! Oh, please, move. I can’t take it. Please. Please, don’t torture me anymore.”
He studied her face, but all he saw was a mix of pleasure and heat. No pain. God, could she get any more perfect for him? He did what she wanted, knowing he couldn’t hold back. He drew back, thrust forward. He kept the movements as slow as possible to begin with, but her cries combined with the feel of her heat pulsing around him, urged him to go faster. Harder.
Letting go of one hip, he reached down to play with her pussy. He ran his finger up her slit and over her clit. Up and down. He didn’t zero in on her clit immediately, knowing she was probably feeling sensitive there.
His balls burned. His orgasm built in his lower back but he was not coming until she did. He wanted to hear her scream again. Wanted to feel her pussy clench down on him.
“You’re going to come again.”
“No. No.” She thrashed her head from side to side. “I can’t!”
“You can. And you will. Because it’s what I want.”
He circled her clit. She was so wet. So hot. Fuck! He was close. He had to slow down. He started flicking her swollen bud. Soft then faster and harder.
“Daddy!” she scream
ed as she came around him.
Thank fuck.
He grabbed hold of her hips and moved. He drove deep. His movements hard and fast until he felt his own orgasm wash over him, take him over the edge and with a roar he fell over into fucking bliss.
15
“I’m going back to work tomorrow.” Charlie was sitting in the living room, watching the fire crackle in the hearth. She had a blanket over her lap, which was completely unnecessary, but her man was the protective sort and if he thought she needed something then she was getting it.
Whether she wanted it or not.
Most people would have been back at work by now, but it seemed that Doc and Clint were conspiring to keep her away from work for as long as possible.
Foolish, idiotic, caring men.
Doc had taken out the stitches yesterday, and it looked like she was going to have a small scar. Not that she cared about that. Her test results had shown her iron was low, so she was supposed to eat lots of iron-rich food and vitamin c.
Clint turned away from the fireplace where he’d been adding some wood and walked over to her. “Do you think you give the orders around here?”
She squirmed at his strict tone. “No.”
“And do you think I’m going to allow you to do anything that might put your health in jeopardy?”
“Ellie’s cooking might very well put my health in jeopardy.” She bit her lip as she said that. “Sorry, I wasn’t being mean. I love Ellie.”
He crouched in front of her. “Look at me.”
She stared at him.
He studied her in turn. “You definitely seem better. Lots of good food and plenty of sleep have helped.” He checked her food diary daily. It made her feel a bit funny, but he was trying to help her.
He’d also given her a set bedtime which was way earlier than what she thought it should be. She’d never been the best sleeper, and as a consequence often stayed up late until her body just gave out on her. That was completely unacceptable to Clint who seemed to think she should get at least ten hours every night.
She knew everything wouldn’t be plain sailing. But she was happier than she’d ever been. She felt safe, loved, taken care of. “I love you, Clint. I’m so grateful that you hired me.
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