Daisy

by Vanessa Vale

  I’d woken with the sun and stoked the fires, not wanting the house to become chilled. Just the other day, I wouldn’t have cared about the temperature, but now I thought of my wife’s comfort. I’d donned my pants, but nothing else. My cock was instantly hard at the sight of her and I adjusted myself.

  “I do not require a wife who cooks and tends house,” I said.

  Her eyes dropped to the front of my pants. “No?”

  I put the coffeepot back on the stove and walked over to her, stroking a long tendril of hair behind her ear. “I have other needs that require your very specific attention more.”

  Perhaps it was the softer edge to my voice, for a small smile formed on her full lips.

  “Such as?” She placed her hand on my chest and I sucked in a breath.

  “Perhaps I should show you.”

  She bit her lip and nodded. I took her hand and led her over to the table. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she settled easily. While she might be an innocent when it came to fucking, she was not fearful. I grazed my fingertips over her bare arms. Her skin was so pale, so soft. “Are you sore?”

  Glancing away, she replied, “A little.”

  With my thumbs, I slid one thin strap of her shift off a shoulder, then the other so the material fell and caught on her breasts. I continued to stroke over her skin. Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, even her cheeks I caressed. Her breathing quickened and I could see the frantic beat of her pulse at her neck.

  Hooking one finger into the material of her shift, I nudged it down and it fell, whisper soft, to pool around her waist. “I want to see your breasts.” I cupped them in my palms, running my thumbs over her nipples, now hard and tight. By the way she arched her back and pushed them into my hands, they were sensitive as well. “Do you think I could make you come from just playing with your nipples?”

  On a sigh, her eyes slipped closed. I began to tug on them, plucking at them with my thumbs and forefingers. Her hips shifted. I wouldn’t last long at this rate. She was too responsive and too new to me. I couldn’t get enough of her and I doubted that would change for quite some time.

  “We will explore that possibility. Later. Now though, there is more of you I need to see.”

  Taking hold of her hips, I lifted her off my lap. As soon as she stood, the shift slipped over her hips and fell to the floor. “Lean over the table.”

  She glanced at the table, then at me. When I waited, she turned and did as I asked, but hissed when the cool wood touched her forearms and belly. The tips of her breasts just touched the hard surface. Positioned as she was, her ass was in the perfect position for fucking, but she had said she was sore.

  “Good girl,” I murmured as I grabbed the chair and pulled it so I could sit directly behind her.

  “Ethan!” she cried, standing up.

  “Stay as you were.” A hand on the small of her back pushed her back down.

  “It’s daylight and you can see… everything!” She looked at me over her shoulder with a mixture of mortification and desire.

  “Yes, I can.” I stroked a hand over her ass. “Your skin is milk white again. No bruises. Sore here?”

  I watched as her cheeks turned pink. “No,” she replied.

  “And here.” I slid a finger down over her pink lower lips. “How does your pussy feel?”

  She began to squirm and I smiled. Her folds were swollen and slick with renewed arousal. Dried seed coated her from thighs to the dark hair on her mound. Her clit was hard and pushing from the shelter of its hood. Slowly, I slid one finger inside of her.

  I couldn’t help the grunt of satisfaction that escaped when I felt her not only slick deep inside, but creamy with my seed. I’d marked her, inside and out, and it soothed my basest of needs. “And here?” I growled.

  “A little sore, but Ethan… it, your finger feels so good,” she sighed.

  Her hips began to move in small circles as she lifted herself up onto her toes, moving her body as she wanted on my finger. “Are you fucking yourself on my finger, darlin’?”

  She realized that instead of me telling her what to do, she was making the decision on her own and immediately stopped. Her inhibitions were diminished when she gave over her control.

  “You want something to fuck?”

  I slipped a finger free and quickly pulled my cock from my pants. Grabbing her hip, I pulled her back and down so that as she straddled my legs, she was positioned over my cock. She looked over her shoulder at me, a deep V in her brow.

  “If you need something to fuck, I’ll always have something to fill you. Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. It was the desire I saw in her eyes that clinched it for me.

  “For now, it’ll be my cock. Lower yourself down.”

  Helping her, I aligned my cock up with her eager pussy and pulled her down slowly as she faced away from me. She was so tight that it was a hard fit. With one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, I angled her forward and she dropped an inch. “There we go. Now you know what to do. Sit yourself on my lap, darlin’.”

  With a bite of her lip and a shimmy of her hips, she worked herself further and further onto my cock. It was almost impossible to remain seated, for I wanted to push her back over the table and fuck her hard. There was a lesson in this though. I wanted her to see that she was a passionate woman; that her pleasure, while at my whim, had to do with her own body, not what I did to it. So she would fuck herself with my cock and make herself come.

  I hissed out a breath when her ass rested firmly against my thighs, my cock completely filling her. Reaching around, I cupped her breasts gently, then tugged at the nipples. “Now move, darlin’. Make yourself come.”

  “Like this?” she asked.

  “Just like this.”

  I kissed her shoulder and then along the ridges of her spine, but she did not move. I was going to die of painful pleasure if she didn’t lift herself up, so I spanked the fleshy part of her ass.

  Startled, she lifted herself up and she cried out.

  “That’s it.”

  As she lowered herself down, I went deep again.

  It didn’t take her long to understand what she was to do. Within a minute, I knew she was lost to the action, for her motions changed from just raising and lowering herself to circling her hips and then lifting almost all the way off and sliding my cock over a very specific spot.

  I groaned at the feel of her, the way her walls squeezed down as if trying to milk the cum from my balls. It was working, for I felt my orgasm build at the base of my spine.

  “It’s so good. I’m… oh Ethan, I’m going to come!”

  “Touch your clit, darlin’.”

  “What?” she gasped. “Why?”

  I spanked her ass, not too hard, but with enough force for her to clench down on my cock and I hissed.

  “Obey,” I whispered in her ear, then licked the dainty outer shell. “Remember, you do what I say and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

  Her hand went between her thighs and she groaned. I nudged her feet wider, making her more accessible and she slid even further onto my cock.

  I whispered in her ear a litany of praise. She was such a good girl fucking herself on my cock and I told her that. Her body stiffened as she came, her inner walls rippling around me. I couldn’t hold back, so as she cried out her pleasure, I pulsed hot seed into her.

  I kissed her sweaty shoulder and held her while she recovered. After a minute or two, when my legs were strong again, I stood and leaned forward so she rested forward on the table once again, still buried deep inside her. I pulled out and watched as my seed slipped from her beautifully used pussy.

  Tugging up my pants and buttoning them, I said, “That is definitely one of the things I require you to do.”

  She turned her head and smiled dreamily at me. I returned to the coffeepot and filled my cup. “Do you drink coffee?” I asked casually and she nod
ded her assent. As she made to rise, I shook my head at her. “Please stay like that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to look at you as I ready a bath for you.”

  “Ethan, I’m all dripping and you can see everything!”

  “Exactly. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see your pussy all used and coated in my seed?”

  She shook her head.

  “I am a very possessive man. I want you again.”

  “Now?” she asked, incredulous.

  “Not now, but I guarantee soon. You will lie there while I finish heating the water. I got you all dirty last night, but I couldn’t wait to fuck you again.” I’d been filling the tub from water I’d heated on the stove. Sticking my finger in the pot, I tested the temperature. With a cloth, I carried it over to the copper tub and poured in another steaming batch. Going to the pump, I began filling the pot again. As I did so, a knock on the outer office door drew our attention. I sighed and placed the pot back on the stove, not wishing to be interrupted from my delightful view.

  I opened the door but I turned when Daisy called my name.

  “Can I get up now?”

  I looked at her, so perfectly sprawled on the table. I wouldn’t be able to eat a meal from now on without getting hard. “No. Stay just like that, Mrs. James.” I lowered the timbre of my voice so she knew I was serious. I closed the door behind me. While I knew my wife was sprawled out naked upon my kitchen table, no one else needed to know.

  One of the saloon girls was at the outer door. It took her a minute or two to explain the problem and then I returned to Daisy. She was as I left her, although the heat was gone from her eyes and she was impatient.

  I smiled at her. “It pleases me to see you like this. Ready to be fucked or licked. You’re mine and I love seeing you offer yourself up to me.”

  The praise improved her demeanor and as I helped her to stand, I kissed her tenderly.

  “I must go to the saloon. One of the girls there needs my attention.”

  She frowned. “A saloon girl needs your attention?”

  I frowned as well. “I don’t like that tone, Daisy. It is my job to help those who are not well, regardless of their profession or skin color. You, more than anyone else, should be aware of that.”

  She looked contrite. “Very well.”

  While she had acquiesced, she did not seem happy about it. In this instance, her pout was endearing. “Do not be jealous.” I tapped her nose. “Remember, you have my seed dripping down your thighs.”

  Offering a wobbly smile, she nodded.

  “I do not know how long I will be. What do you intend to do while I am gone?”

  She shrugged one pale shoulder and I watched as her breast swayed at the motion. “First, I will enjoy a hot bath. Dahlia comes to town today for her weekly supply run. I will visit with her.”

  That seemed safe enough. “Need I remind you to be careful and wear your hat if you go out?”

  “No, Ethan. I will remember.”

  I nodded, content that she would not venture off into the wilds again. While I knew she had learned her lesson—not only was she punished by spanking, but marriage was also a consequence—I knew I would always be protective. “I must go.” Kissing her one more time, I moved away before her naked body had me changing my mind.

  CHAPTER SIX

  DAISY

  “What do you think he does with them?” I asked Dahlia. We’d met at the mercantile and had walked back to the doctor’s house—my house—and I served us both tea. I was unused to the kitchen’s organization, but I found things easily enough.

  “Who? A sick saloon girl?” Dahlia stirred her tea. “It would depend on what ails her.”

  “Perhaps something of a… personal nature?” I asked, stirring my own tea so I had something to do.

  Dahlia’s hair was as dark as mine, but that was where our similarities ended. I was a few inches taller yet she had a more rounded figure. Ever since we were little, it had always been Dahlia and Daisy, like two peas in a pod and people often said as much. She was my best friend and had been since the very beginning.

  When my family died in the fire that destroyed the bulk of Chicago, I’d been taken to a hospital where I’d met Dahlia. She, too, had lost her family. She had been there to be treated for burns to her side. I barely remember her showing me the bandages, but never the scars. Even in all the years, she’d hidden her body, even from me. Regardless, or perhaps because of my understanding, we formed a bond even tighter than real sisters.

  But a few months ago she married Garrison Lee in a surprising and somewhat hasty manner, although they were blatantly in love. From one day to the next I had my best friend taken from me. While she only lived about two hours from the Lenox ranch, it had felt like a million miles. I’d missed her deeply, missed the attention that being with her had afforded me. It was during this time that my interest in Doctor James—Ethan—had been piqued.

  Dahlia’s actions, a tad wild in her own right, had made my problems seem minor. But without the spotlight on her, the little things became obvious. I forgot my hat. I left the supply list on the counter at home. Then I followed Ethan and nearly froze to death. It wasn’t until Ethan reminded me of my missing hat did I feel as if I were whole. While Dahlia could be as bossy as any Lenox sister—besides Hyacinth—her presence and pestering was nothing compared to Ethan. He understood me, it seemed, better than I understood myself.

  “If it’s personal,” Dahlia replied, “then he will treat her just as he treats me.”

  My spoon fell to the table with a clatter. “Ethan has seen you… there?”

  Dahlia blushed. “Well, yes. Since I never had a monthly after we married, we knew that I was indeed pregnant.” She looked down at her very ample bosom. “Besides, have you seen such a large bosom? Garrison wanted to ensure that everything was well so he brought me to see Doctor James.” She smiled at her admission, then frowned. “You are supposed to congratulate me.”

  I waved my hand through the air. “You had to be pregnant. If Garrison is anything like Ethan, I wouldn’t be surprised if you made this baby on your wedding night.”

  Dahlia’s mouth fell open. “Daisy Lenox!”

  “That’s Daisy James and I will have you know I am no virgin.” I crossed my arms over my chest and bumped against my sore nipples. Ethan really tugged and pulled on them. He seemed to be quite rough with attentions.

  “You are well pleased, then?” Dahlia asked, eyeing me, perhaps now in a new light. We were on equal footing once again. She didn’t have to keep the secrets of married life from me any longer.

  I’d used a cloth to wipe between my thighs as I bathed earlier but it seemed that my husband had copious seed, for it continued to slip from me. I wondered if this was normal, but I was not going to ask. Dahlia might have been my closest sister, but I would ask Ethan later. In the past, I would have shared with Dahlia immediately, but some things were… just for my husband. “I am, although I do not like that my husband has seen your naked body.”

  Dahlia pursed her lips. “I assure you, I did not like it overmuch either, but Garrison was with me in the room. Besides, it is because of a baby.” Her voice became soft and wispy as she placed her hand on her flat belly. “I believe Garrison was bothered more about the man’s hands upon my person that you are. While you may not be a virgin, you are newly wed. If Doctor James is anything like Garrison, then he can be quite proprietary.”

  I doubted Garrison made Dahlia lay over the kitchen table so he could observe the fruits of his virility seeping from her body.

  “I must meet Garrison.” Dahlia stood and picked up her coat. “He wants to return home before dark.”

  Once she left, I tidied the kitchen with an unsettled spirit. Was it the newness of marriage? Was it Dahlia happily wed and a baby on the way? Was it that Ethan hadn’t told me that my own sister was pregnant? Was it because my husband might have his hands on a whore’s pussy at this very moment?

  It
was this mood that had me snapping at Ethan when he returned. I heard the outer office door open and I came through the examination room to meet him. “Your patient, she is well?”

  Ethan put his satchel on the floor by the door, then took off his coat. “She is now.”

  “Did you touch her pussy?” I asked, my hands on my hips.

  One dark brow rose and he paused to study me, then walked past me to the kitchen. I followed, waited as he washed his hands at the pump sink.

  “The woman had a miscarriage, meaning—”

  I held up my hand to stop him. “I’m well aware of what a miscarriage is.”

  Before my eyes he seemed to grow taller, his shoulders broader. “I believe it’s a fine time for an anatomy lesson.”

  My heart leapt into my throat at his tone. While calm, the deep timbre I was coming to recognize was just for me. Just for when I was out of sorts as I most certainly was at the moment.

  He stepped into his examination room and put his hand out. “Please, sit.”

  I looked at the sturdy wooden table he used to examine his patients.

  I walked up to the table, turned around and tried to figure out how to climb upon it in a ladylike fashion. Ethan put his hands upon my waist and lifted me up so I sat at the edge, my lower legs dangling off.

  Removing his jacket, he placed it over the back of the chair in the corner, then closed the door to the office’s outer room. “Please lie back and put your feet up by the edge. I’m sure you remember this position from last night.”

  As I lay back, I warmed at the memory of how he’d put his mouth on me and made me come for the first time when I’d been positioned in the same way. “This table isn’t as comfortable as your bed.”

  “Our bed,” he countered.

  As I lifted my feet and adjusted the bottom of my dress so it wasn’t tangled, Ethan nodded. “That is because this is for my patients. I share the comfort of my bed with my wife.”