by Wyatt, Dani
My better judgment tells me if I’m climbing in there with her, and expect to not ravage her before dawn, then I’m going to need to put on a suit of armor. But I make the sign of the cross and ask for strength instead.
I debate whether or not to take off my prosthetic. It’s not comfortable enough to sleep in, although I’m not all that concerned about sleep. We haven’t talked about it at all. My foot that is. Or lack thereof more accurately.
My heart sinks for a moment as I wonder if it will disgust her or make me less attractive to her. I may be her confident champion, a beast of a man that most people would think wouldn’t let anyone’s opinion unsettle him.
But that’s not true. I care what she thinks of me. I want her as attracted to me as I am to her. I need that. With a deep breath, I sit down on the edge of the bed and undo the straps that hold the metal spring that serves as my ankle and foot in place. Then I remove the two layers of fabric and formed latex that cover the base of my lower leg. In the dark I can see the outline of the curve where it ends, just above where my ankle used to be.
I set it down on the floor next to the bed and shift my weight around trying not to disturb her.
It takes a few slow movements for me to shift her back up onto the pillows. I bundle her against me, and slip under the covers and she moans, flinging an arm around in high arc and practically knocking me out with an elbow shot to my temple. That girl has a swing on her, that’s for sure, and I have to stifle a laugh. But she doesn’t wake.
Another few shifts of our bodies and I’m spooning her like nobody’s business. Who the fuck would have thought someone like me would know the word ‘spooning,’ let alone imagine that it would put this big stupid smile on my face.
I breathe her in, the cherry sweetness reminding me of what she’s going to give me tomorrow. And what I’m going to give her.
My cock springs to life at the thought, but he will have to make do with some nice bum nuzzling from inside my jeans. For now. He won’t have long to wait though, because by this time tomorrow night, my girl will not be able to walk on her own.
BY SIX A.M., I’VE MANAGED to get everything in order. I’m running on a couple hours of sleep but I’m wide awake. I’m as nervous as a bride on her wedding night. A shift inside me makes me feel lighter than I have in years. The mixture of pride and gratitude that she is here with me nearly has me pinching myself to be sure this isn’t a dream.
The house has a bedroom on the main level that I’ve never used. It was sparsely decorated, and for my purposes it will be perfect.
I let the workers in at four o’clock in the morning, and warned them that if they were louder than a mouse taking a shit I would be wringing necks. This whole thing needs to be a surprise.
The last of the delivery people are out the back door, so I step lightly up the stairs, only to hear water running in the bathroom.
Fuck, if she heard anything I’ll be pissed. I don’t know why it means so much to me that this day is perfect for her, but it does.
“Angel?” The first grayish pink of the sunrise is coming up over the east side of the lake, casting a glow across the wave tips. The wind kicked up during the night, blowing in a temperature drop and reminding me that Thanksgiving is in a few weeks.
“I’m in here.”
“What are you doing up?” I push open the bathroom door to see her standing there, fresh from the shower and dripping all over the marble floor, sporting a fresh pair of panties with the image of Beauty and the Beast dancing.
“I wanted to take a quick shower before you came back. Today’s the day, right?”
I grab a towel from the counter as I step toward her, opening it up and rubbing it on her dripping hair.
“Yes, Angel, it is. Come on, we’ve waited long enough. I want to show you.”
I scoop her up, leaving the towel in a heap on the floor. A flash of insecurity filters through as my leg reminds me of the parts that are no longer there. Phantom pains, they’re called, and for me they’re a reminder of more than just my missing body parts. I shake it away, nothing is going to come between us today.
We head out the bedroom door toward the stairs and her hands rope around my neck. Already the scent of her is making my chest tighten and my mind spin. I need her.
She has no idea how much.
Chapter Eleven
CHASTITY
The scent of the flowers hits me half way down the steps, and Magnus starts kissing me before we even hit the landing, making my body flutter. I feel so small in his arms, so overwhelmed. But when he turns the corner in the hallway off the great room and breaks our kiss, I can see the smile right there, twitching under his thick, black beard. He turns our connected bodies sideways and guides my eyes with his own to the corridor in front of us.
“Oh my God.” My mouth drops open and every girl dream I’ve ever had is blown away.
The corridor floor is lined with vases filled with every kind of white flower I can imagine. Roses. Lilies. Peonies. All pure white and lush with their simple, honest beauty.
“You are too sweet for me, Angel. Too pure. But you’re mine. By whatever grace of God made that so, I will do everything in my power to deserve you. I’m not letting you go. Not ever. You are Daddy’s girl now, and I am going to show you just what that means.”
He strides forward down the hallway, a slight hitch in his step from where his leg was amputated. I swallow, wondering what it will look like. I don’t care, not in that way, I just hope I don’t embarrass myself by staring or looking at it the wrong way. I don’t ever want to hurt his feelings or make him think that it matters to me because it doesn’t.
“Show me,” I whisper, and kiss his cheek, feeling the rough scratch of his beard.
“No, baby, you’re going to show me,” he rumbles as he steps into the enormous bedroom.
There is a massive bed, draped in pure white sheets and about a thousand pillows. Candles are everywhere, lining every flat surface, and a vanilla scent mixes with the smell of flowers in the air.
“Wow.” My eyes dance around the room. It looks like something from a fairy tale.
He doesn’t halt, even for a step, and before I know it he is settling me on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side. Magnus stands straight, and once again I’m in awe of just how enormous he is. His shirtless chest is covered in just the right areas with dark hair, highlighting the thick muscle that tightens and twitches under his skin.
There is a tension in his face; I can tell he’s holding himself back. It only makes me want him more. I can see the erection pushing up and out at the front of his jeans, and it makes me tingle. I squeeze my thighs together as he brings his hands to my cheeks.
“You’re going to do whatever Daddy says, baby. Okay?”
Such soft, sweet words rumbling out of such a hulk of a man.
“Yes, Daddy.” I nod. It feels so natural to call him that, and it’s also making me soak my panties.
“Good girl.” He leans down to take my mouth. His tongue presses forward, urgent, without hesitation. He doesn’t taste sweet or easy; he tastes like wintergreen and a bit of coffee. It’s the taste of a man, and my heart thrums inside me until the room spins.
Our kiss grows frantic, my hands gripping onto his forearms. I love the feel of his muscles under my fingers, flexing and hardening – the way his veins stand out making me melt into a puddle. The size of his forearms would put most men’s thighs to shame.
We break away in a gasp and my body shakes as he stands erect, licking his lips and tracing his gaze over every single one of my curves. I’m still wearing the t-shirt he gave me last night, but he seems to see right through it.
“Lean back. Spread your legs for me,” he groans as though the words hurt.
He lifts his hands from my cheeks, nodding for me to do as I’m told as he crosses his arms over his chest.
I hesitate, not because I’m scared, but because I’m mesmerized by him. The heat in my face drifts down and cons
umes my body in invisible flames.
“Do as you’re told,” he grunts, lifting an eyebrow. “Remember what your sassy mouth earned you yesterday.”
I settle back on my locked arms with a pout, not sure if I’d like to test him right now or not. I’m moving too slowly because Magnus reaches down to grip one ankle, impatience in his eyes.
He places one of my feet on the edge of the bed, then the other.
“Now, you better spread those knees, Angel. Daddy doesn’t like to wait. If you’re scared or nervous, you can always tell me, but you cannot disobey. Now let me see what you’ve got for me. Show me who you belong to now.”
He grips his chin with one hand, squeezing tight as I part my knees. My mouth falls open and my quick, shallow breaths dry my lips.
“Jesus,” he moans, with a shake of his head.
“Are you upset with me?” I plead, confused by the expression on his face. It looks like disappointment. My knees immediately snap back together.
“Fuck no, babygirl.” His enormous hands come down to rest on my knees, opening me up again. I’m soaking wet, and I wonder if he thinks that’s bad. “Daddy’s so damn proud of you.” He traces his fingertips down my inner thigh and I flinch when they graze over the wet fabric that covers my crotch. My body is weeping and quivering as he begins to slowly rake his giant fingers to and fro. “I want you wet for me all the time. It makes Daddy so happy. My tongue is going inside you very soon, sweet girl; I’m going to show you how special Daddy’s kisses can be. I’m going to swallow every drop of your delicious cum, princess. I want you all over my face.”
My head falls back on my neck as he continues stroking me through the fabric, his breathing coming deeper as he caresses me.
“That feels so good,” I mumble, my body tightening, ready for the building explosion.
“Daddy’s going to make you a big girl today. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Um hum.” I nod, eyes still closed, his words nearly pushing me over the edge into the waiting bliss.
“Good girl.” His words crash over me. I love those words. I want to hear him say them over and over.
His fingers stop moving and my eyes snap open only to see him stepping back.
“I’m going to eat you now, baby. First I’m going to suck your juice from your panties, then I want you to pull them to the side when I say so, and I’m going to taste your sweet cunt.”
“Okay, Daddy.” My belly does ten kinds of flips when he lowers his face, my skin tingling as his tongue traces downward from my knee. The tickle of his coarse beard making me shiver.
I don’t recognize the sounds leaving my lips as his hands reach under my ass cheeks and raise my hips off the bed, right into his open mouth.
Daddy groans so loud it scares me. His teeth bite at me through the thin fabric of my white panties, and I feel my body send out another gush of wetness which he begins to suck right through the drenched crotch.
“So good.” He grunts as he licks and draws the fabric between his bared teeth. There is a primal look in his eyes. Something has turned inside him and I’m excited and scared at the same time. “Pull your panties away. Give it to me.”
I’m shaking, my body tight and trembling, the tension in my tummy ready to release. My breath comes faster as I reach down and tug the strip of fabric sideways. Daddy’s face centers in my drenched folds, his tongue darting out and into my opening in one thrust taking my breath from my lungs. My toes curl and the muscles in my back pull me tight.
“Oh my God,” I sing as the sensations drown me.
He shakes his head back and forth, pressing his nose and mouth into my body, making sounds like an animal fighting for its life. I’m sure he’s half bear and half mountain lion. Then he freezes, his tongue deep inside me, and my body presses forward, desperate for him to give me what I’m aching for.
“Please...” I plead as his eyes come up to meet mine, his brow tight, the texture of his beard sending me nearly into the bliss I’m dying for.
I feel him breathing deep through his nose. He’s drawing in my scent, his tongue still thick in my opening.
“What are you doing? Daddy, please, I need to cum.”
He withdraws for a moment, rasping his beard through my soaking folds, and my hips jerks upward. I want more. “I’m memorizing you, sweet girl. This is all mine now, you understand that, don’t you? You may carry it around for me, but it’s not yours anymore. And I need to know every part of you in every way. Taste, smell, texture, color. You’re giving that all to me, aren’t you, princess? Willingly.”
I can’t focus on any of that. “Please, can you keep going?” The words quiver as I make my desperate, begging plea.
A solid smack comes down on my outer thigh, making me draw in a sharp breath. I look up to see a playful twinkle in Magnus’s eye.
“Answer the question.” He raises his eyebrows. “Don’t try to distract me because you won’t. You tell me who this belongs to. You tell me, Angel.”
He leans in to me, his lips drawing my clit inside his mouth, pinching and making me yelp. He gives me another quick smack then lets my hard nub go.
“Focus, Angel. I know you liked that little spank, but you need to focus.”
“It’s yours,” I murmur, his tongue now flicking back and forth over my clit, as his lips suck it inside.
His mouth releases me for a moment. “More. Tell me this cunt is mine.” He bites at my outer lips, tugging them out, then releasing. He lets go of my hips, and both his hands come up and around, fisting the fabric on the neck of my t-shirt. In one pull, he tears it down the front, my tits exposed, as my nipples draw tight. “These tits are mine.” He grabs them both, fingertips kneading and pulling the flesh. “I take care of what’s mine. Now say it, Angel.”
“It’s all yours.” My voice catches in my throat as his fingers pinch my hard nipples, sending me nearly over the edge into an orgasm. “My body is all yours, Daddy. All of me,” I whimper, so desperate for him to give me what I need.
He’s playing now, I can see the fire behind his dark, narrow eyes. His hands leave my tits, staying flat as they traverse down to my hips. “Let go of those panties.” It’s an order, not a request, and my fingers release the soaking fabric without question. He grabs at the elastic and tugs them up, over my bent knees, down my calves, tossing them aside and standing up to look at me, laying open and desperate for him. His face is just inches from my pussy, his eyes intent and focused. I watch as he licks his lips. His eyes seem to roll up and then come back to mine.
“Spread those legs further for me. Open up for Daddy, Angel. I want to see inside. Pull your pussy lips apart with your fingers, show it all to me.” He reaches up and makes quick work of the t-shirt that covered my top half. He reaches down and rolls my nipples between his fingers, and my back arches into him. My hips come up, seeking out his mouth, but he teases me, running his beard through my sensitive folds with a smile as his eyes switch from looking at my pussy to my face, then back.
The heat from his tongue flicks my clit, and I hold my legs spread so wide my hip joints ache. I’m having a hard time keeping my outer lips pinched in my fingers, they’re so slick with my own juices. Finally, when I think I can’t stand it another second, his lips lock on and he eats me like a wild animal. His beard is rough on my inner thighs, tickling my sensitive flesh, and I’m drenching his face as he sucks and swallows everything. I give him all of me until my body curls up and I cum so hard the whole world goes white, and all I can feel is my hips convulsing on his face.
My hands grip his head, his dark hair soft between my fingers as I turn into a beast myself, wanting him harder and deeper into me. I raise my hips and jerk them onto his face, taking what I need. He’s making more noise than me, and the sound of his pleasure is sending me over the edge.
Animal-like noises fill the room, but Daddy doesn’t stop. I’m flailing on him in a fit as the climax shakes me, making me scream until my voice breaks.
“
Daddy—” It’s the only word I know right now, and it only seems to make him more crazed. He sends me over the edge into a second orgasm that nearly makes me black out.
“I’m here, baby. Daddy’s got you.” His words melt me into the bed – no other thoughts can form inside my head. I’m a puddle of whatever he needs me to be.
Chapter Twelve
MAGNUS
“You amaze me,” I whisper, not sure whether or not I’ve said the words out loud.
Angel is shaking, soaking, the flavor of her sweet cum still on my face and dripping from my beard. She came so hard I think it scared her. Her eyes went wide and her hands started flailing around like she was drowning.
I let her cunt go and scoop her up in my hands, drawing her into my chest and taking a seat on the bed where she can curl into my lap. Her body spasms another few times and her breathing begins to slow as I kiss her hair and pet her until she starts to calm down.
Her quivering voice grabs onto my heart. “Daddy.” She clings to me with a death grip.
“You’re okay. It’s okay.” I half chuckle, because I’m so fucking happy I can’t help myself. I don’t think I’ve ever chuckled so much in my life, but now it seems to be part of my new roster. Smiling and chuckling. Jesus, who knew?
“That was so good, but I felt very strange. Like I wasn’t even here anymore. Like I’d gone somewhere else, somewhere wonderful.”
My arms tighten as she pushes her face into my chest.
“You know we’re going to do more now, right baby? You’re going to make Daddy happy, just like he made you happy.” My voice deepens, knowing very soon I’m going to be inside my precious Angel, marking her and making her mine forever.
“Yes, Daddy.” She looks up at me with a wide-eyed innocence. She’s so perfect. My Angel is everything I knew she would be and more.
