by Maggie Ryan
“I like your game, Daddy. But, you let me win.”
Liam chuckled. “Baby, this game is far from being over.”
She clung to him as he locked the cabin and moved to turn off the lights. The room was illuminated by the flames that were safely contained behind the screen he’d placed in front of it. He carried her upstairs, past her room and into his. He walked into the bathroom and only then set her down, lowering the zipper the rest of the way and helping her out of the garment.
“Are you cold?”
“No, not at all,” she said, as he peeled her panties off, tossing them aside.
“Go jump into bed, sweetie.”
“Your bed, right?”
“Definitely my bed,” he confirmed, loving when she went up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before turning to dash to the bed. By the time he’d stripped, she had the quilts pulled up to her chin.
“Not cold, huh?”
“Maybe a little, but I won’t be once you join me.”
Liam had no problem with that, pulling back the blankets and burrowing beneath them completely. He spread her legs wide, keeping her in place with his hands on her thighs as he lowered his head. Taking a long slow lick from her little pucker to her clit, he made a loud smacking sound. “Just as I thought. The sweetest honey on Earth is right here, just waiting for me to lick it up.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hands moving to twist in his hair.
Liam licked, nipped, and suckled until she was squirming, begging for him to let her come.
“Please… oh, I can’t… I need…”
“Come, Elena. Come for me.” He engulfed her clit with his mouth, drawing deep and then biting down.
She screamed and convulsed, her body bucking hard as she came and then came again when he refused to release the little bundle of nerves, flicking it with his tongue and grazing softly across it with his teeth. She was whimpering, her hands pressing against his head as her clit became oversensitive. Only then did Liam shove the covers from his head, moving up to cover her body with his. Bending forward, he kissed her as he flexed his hips, pushing his cock home within her.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
He stilled, allowing her time to adjust to his size. After a moment, he began to move forward slowly, until he was balls deep. Her velvet heat, her tightness caused him to grit his teeth and wonder how long he’d be able to last.
“You all right, babe?”
“Oh, yes, but please… please, sir, please fuck me.”
Her address was proper. In this room, in this bed, he wouldn’t require she call him Daddy. Despite their chosen dynamic, they were both adults and were now playing adult games.
He began to move, keeping it slow until she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her, adjusting the angle so he could drive deeper. Every sound, every whimper, every cry she made had his heart swell with love. He began to plunge harder and faster until he felt the walls of her pussy clench and then spasm as she exploded. Her contractions milked the length of his shaft and it wasn’t another half dozen strokes before he drove deep and erupted, his shout of bliss joining hers. He bent to kiss her, her lips trembling beneath his, her mouth opening to accept his tongue. His swept the interior of her mouth, tasting her and sucking on her tongue as his cock hardened within her. She gasped as it swelled and he pulled his mouth away.
“Again? Already?”
“I’ve missed you, babe.”
“I can tell,” she said with a soft giggle.
He gave a few thrusts and then pulled out. “On your hands and knees. Tits down, ass up.”
She immediately obeyed, pressing her breasts and her cheek to the mattress and lifted her bottom up.
“God, I love this view,” he said, slipping into her from behind. “And I love that little moan you always give when you are filled.”
He wasn’t as gentle this time. Fingers gripped her hips as he pounded into her. He released one hip to slap his hand against her bottom, enjoying both the sound and the instant color that bloomed. This wasn’t for punishment. This was something he knew that she enjoyed though she’d never admit it.
But, she didn’t need to. Her sharp inhale and the fact that she instantly pushed her bottom up to meet his next slap told the truth. Alternating from cheek to cheek, frowning a bit when he realized that her flesh no longer jiggled as much as it once did, he made a mental note to fix her favorite foods, to encourage her to eat more. He had loved watching her cheeks wobble and depress with his strokes and he knew that the extra padding made it a little easier for her to tolerate her punishments when they were necessary. For now, he lightened his swats a bit, but didn’t stop them. She might be his little now, but she’d been his submissive before. He was aware of her tolerance and would often push her to the edge, but not over it… not tonight anyway. They had the rest of their lives for him to teach her she was capable of so much more than she believed, could soar higher, could experience sensations that made every cell in her body come alive.
“I love your ass, Elena. I love my handprints on your flesh.” He didn’t slap her bottom again. Instead, he ran his finger over her pucker, visible with her position. “And one day soon, I’m going to love watching my cock disappear inch by inch into your tight little flower.”
She gave a drawn-out groan as he pressed his fingertip into her back passage.
“God, your ass is tighter than your pussy. Tomorrow we’ll start your training.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, her pussy gushing with the promise. He continued to press his finger in and out of her ass as he pistoned his hips, driving his cock deep inside her sex.
“Come, Elena. Come now or I’ll flip you over, spread your legs, and spank that naughty pussy.”
She came instantly as he knew she would at the threat. He pressed his finger deep and his cock deeper and came with her. By the time he pulled free and collapsed beside her, tugging her to lay close, neither one of them was the least bit chilly. Breathing hard, totally sated, he stroked her hair as she lay with her cheek pressed to his chest, her leg draped over his.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” he said, and after a moment of collecting their breaths, he moved to sit against the headboard, pulling her onto his lap. He took hold of her right hand, sliding the ring from her finger. “Elena, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I love you with all my heart, you are my soul. You deserve so much more…”
“No, you are all that I could ever desire. Yes, I’ll marry you on one condition,” she said, tears shimmering in her eyes as they locked onto his.
“Anything.”
“Promise me that we’ll live our lives the way we want. Promise me that whenever I start to doubt that I deserve you, you’ll remind me that I do. Promise me that you will spank the hell out of my ass and then hold me. Promise me you’ll let me know that you’ll never let me be so completely idiotic again.”
Taking her left hand, he slid the engagement ring back where it belonged, giving the diamond a kiss. “I accept all your conditions and promise to fulfill each one. Consider your prayer answered and, young lady, if you ever take this off again, I promise, you won’t sit for a month.”
“Yes, sir.”
He lay down again, pulling her to spoon against him, her bottom pressed against his groin. Reaching down, he pulled the covers over them and then kissed her neck. “Welcome home, Elena.”
She didn’t answer but that was all right as her soft little snore told him she’d slipped into sleep.
* * *
The air was definitely chillier when he awoke the next morning. His hope of not waking Elena as he slid from the bed was dashed when she said, “Where are you going? It’s cold without you.”
“It’s cold because the fire has died down.” He bent to tuck the quilts around her and kiss her cheek. “Stay here. I’m going to stoke the fire.”
Despite the cold, he only pulled on his boxers before going downstairs. After stirring the embers, he laid several logs on the grate before moving on to the kitchen. He ground some fresh beans and put the coffee on. Filling the teapot, he set it on the stove, turning the flame on low. By the time they came downstairs, both would be ready to enjoy. Satisfied that the cabin would soon be toasty, he went back upstairs, dropped his shorts, and smiled when Elena squealed as he slipped back into bed, his feet pressing against her legs.
“You’re cold!”
“Then how about warming me up?” he suggested.
She giggled but pushed him to his back and crawled on top, lying down along his length. “How’s that?” she asked.
“Pretty good, but I’ve heard that friction generates more heat.”
“It does?”
“Yes, baby, it most certainly does, but again, it seems that you doubt me?” He lifted her until she was sitting, her knees straddling his hips. His cock was already hard and more than ready to sink into her. “Lift up and put me inside you.”
She made that purr he so loved as she obeyed, slowly sinking down on his shaft until her little bottom was flush against his groin.
His hands on her hips, he smiled. “Now, friction is defined as the action of one surface or object rubbing against another.”
“It is? You mean like this?” she asked, lifting her body a few inches before settling back down.
“Exactly. I knew you were a quick learner.”
He began to guide her, up and down, back and forth until she had her hands pressed to his chest, moaning as she rode him.
“Put your hands behind you.”
She obeyed, bracing her palms on his thighs.
“Let’s try another bit of rubbing,” he suggested. Slipping his hand down, he began to stroke her clit as she moved, her back arched, her breasts thrust up, her head tilted back as she began to keen.
“That’s it, faster, baby. I want you to come. I want to feel your cunt clutching my cock,” he growled, his hips thrusting upward, his fingers playing with her slippery little nubbin.
He almost lost his hold when she jerked, her cry filling the room as she shattered. She fell forward, her hands clutching the sheets as he used both hands to hold her in place as he chased his own climax while her walls continued to convulse around his cock. His shout was just as loud as he filled her, his breathing just as labored as he continued to erupt until he was empty.
It took him a moment before he said, “And that is the very definition of friction.”
“I think I love science,” she said, lifting her head to smile at him.
He laughed, pulled her up until he could kiss her. Their tongues dueled and he didn’t release her until they needed oxygen. She squealed when he slapped her bottom and tipped her off him. “Stay here while I start the shower.”
“No problem,” she said, pulling the covers back over herself.
Once the water was hot, he yanked the covers back and ignored her protests as he scooped her up. Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down beneath the spray. He’d loved bathing her the day before, but he enjoyed sharing the shower as well. He shampooed her hair, loving her soft purr of satisfaction as his fingers massaged her scalp. All too soon, the water began to cool and he turned it off before she could catch a chill.
After he’d dried both her slender body and her hair, he pulled on jeans and a flannel shirt before leading her down the short hall and into her bedroom. It was as if she knew that the moment they crossed the threshold, their roles changed because when he asked if she wanted to wear tights or leggings, she giggled and turning from where she was kneeling on the window seat, she said, “Can I wear both, Daddy? It’s still snowing.”
“Of course, baby girl.” He pulled out clothing from her dresser and soon had her dressed in tights, adding a camisole beneath the powder blue sweater he’d selected.
“Warm enough?” he asked after he’d helped her into the pair of black leggings and pulled her hair into pigtails, adding blue ribbons.
“Yes, nice and toasty. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome. Speaking of toast, I’m starving.”
“Me too. But I want waffles, not toast, if that’s okay?”
He laughed. “That’s fine as long as you eat some protein as well.”
“Okay, oh, wait!” She pulled her hand from his and turned to run down the hall. Not back to her room, but to his.
When she came back, her frown had him asking, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Holding up the pink item, she said, “I wanted to take a picture of Mr. Snowy to send to Katie. Then I remembered I forgot to call her yesterday, and I know she’s going to worry. But now I can’t because my phone is dead.”
“Don’t worry. Katie already knows you’re here and safe.”
“How?”
Taking her hand, he led her down the stairs. “Because I called Sean when I found you in my bed that night.”
Once they reached the first floor, she looked up at him. “Why did you call Sean?”
His answer was to ask his own question. “Who would be the first person I’d consider to have helped you orchestrate your little break-in?”
“Oh…”
“Exactly.”
“Um, was Sean upset?”
Liam lifted her to sit on the stool at the counter. “He was happy that you decided to come home, but he was definitely not pleased that Katie disappeared for hours or that she was stuck when she ran out of gas.”
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean to get Katie in trouble.”
“I know you didn’t, but both of you knew better.” She looked so woebegone that he bent to kiss her forehead. “If it makes you feel any better, when I spoke with Katie, she told me that any punishment she received was worth it because you needed to come back.”
“She’s a good friend, but I still feel bad.”
“Well, you can tell her that yourself, and you can apologize to Sean for causing him worry.”
“I will, but I’ll have to charge my phone first.”
Liam took her phone from her. “Even charged, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get a signal. I’ll have to add a booster to your phone. Until then, you may ask to use mine as I have a hot-spot included. It’s necessary up here and even then, it can be sketchy depending on the weather.”
“May I call now?”
“As soon as I fix your tea and my coffee, you can talk while I cook breakfast.”
Chapter Nine
Elena silently thought about what she’d say to Sean when she called. He was her daddy’s best friend, and she knew that he was just as dominant. Regardless of what Liam had said about Katie not holding any punishment she received against her, Elena felt guilty. Katie had played a major part in convincing Elena that she’d regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t at least try to reconcile with Liam. Looking at him preparing her tea exactly the way she liked it, remembering the night they’d shared, and the way he’d instantly welcomed her home—even if that welcome had included her making atonement for her running—she knew she owed her best friend a lot.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a sip from the mug he placed before her.
“You’re welcome.” Liam drank some coffee before setting his mug down. She watched as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door near the refrigerator and disappeared inside. Craning her neck, she tried to see what was inside, but the angle didn’t afford her a very good view. When he stepped out, he was carrying his laptop and a waffle iron.
“I thought that was a pantry.”
“It’s mostly storage,” he said, setting both items down.
“So why do you keep it locked?”
“Because there are some items that are valuable.”
“Like your computer?”
Liam smiled and grinned. “Yes, as well as some things that have no monetary va
lue necessarily, but that I consider very important.”
“Like waffle irons?” she asked, smiling herself.
“Not exactly,” he said cryptically. “Let’s just say that while my little one does love her waffles, she might not like everything her daddy keeps locked up until needed.”
Elena wanted to ask more, but from the way he’d said the last few words, she decided that maybe ignorance was bliss. “Do you have your phone?”
“Yes,” he said, pulling it from his pocket and tapping some buttons before handing it to her. “When you’re ready, hit send. I’m going to take my laptop and your phone upstairs to the office and plug them in.”
“Okay.” Still a bit undecided about what she’d say to Sean, she decided to start with something far more fun. Slipping off the stool, she turned the latch on the front door and stepped outside. It was freezing but that didn’t stop her from carefully going down the steps and moving across the yard.
“Good morning, Mr. Snowy, how are you today?”
Changing the tone of her voice, she provided the answer. “Good morning to you too. I’m afraid I’m a bit rough around the edges, but I’m just fine, Miss Elena.”
“I’ll fix you right up,” she said, tucking the phone into the waistband of her leggings and brushing or patting the fresh snow that had fallen to distort the snowman’s shape. The tracks from where they’d rolled the spheres had disappeared under a coating of fresh snow. Flakes had been falling since yesterday and the snow was much deeper. Soon, her hands were red and growing numb. “I’m sorry I can’t do more, but you do look handsome. Look, I’ll show you.”
Pulling out the phone, she took a few photos of the snowman and the yard. After showing them to Mr. Snowy, she turned and gasped. Several icicles were hanging from the porch eaves. They glistened in the sunlight, sparkling like diamonds. Taking a photo, she was about to climb the steps when she saw a trail of paw prints. Squatting down, she decided they looked very different from the raccoon tracks Liam had shown her the day before. After taking a picture, she followed them around the corner of the cabin, wondering what animal made them and where it was. They were small so she didn’t think any large animal had walked around the house. When a clump of snow fell from a tree branch and landed on her shoulder, she realized she’d followed the trail too far. She slogged her way back toward the porch and had just turned the corner when she jumped at the bellow that broke the quiet.
