Aurora's Cowboy Daddy (Rescue Ranch)

by Melinda Barron

  “Related to the founders?” she said after she’d a bite of her own. He was right. It was really good.

  “The owners are descendants of Elijah Bookman, who settled here more than a hundred and fifty years ago.” He finished his first slice in record time, then asked, “How was your condom buying experience?”

  Aurora was glad she hadn’t taken another bite. She put down her slice and looked away. “I can’t believe you made me do that. Little girls wouldn’t buy condoms.”

  “I am a Dom, remember? Doms make their subs do things they don’t want to do. I might ask you to step out of your comfort zone from time to time in town. Anything between Papa Bear and his baby bear will happen here.”

  “But you had me call you Papa Bear while I was in town.”

  “It’s a nickname as far as people know.” He polished off a second slice before he said, “Besides, Hawk told me it was just you, him, and Jessica in the bakery.” He picked up his third piece. “So tell me what Pete said in the drug store.”

  “He tried to make it easy on me, but he was trying hard not to laugh.” She put down her pizza. She hadn’t finished her first slice, or any of her salad. “When I said it was to be added to the Ranch account he winked at me. He probably thinks I’m screwing you all.”

  “But you’re not, just me,” he said. “Why aren’t you eating?”

  Aurora pushed away her plate. She was so worried about her failure in the kitchen she’d forgotten about the wonderful things that were supposed to happen tonight. She took a bite of her salad and said, “I’m nervous.”

  “Then let’s get past that.” He slapped his hands together and crumbs fell to his plate. “Stand up, baby bear.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t ever question me.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “When I give you an order you obey, baby bear.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said. She wore shorts and a tank top. She’d planned on putting on a sundress, but she hadn’t had time to change before he got here. He led her to the couch then took a step back.

  “Undo your shorts and push them and your panties down, let them sink to your ankles.”

  Her hands shook as she obeyed his order. She was nervous, yet excited for what was about to happen. When her shorts and panties were around her ankles he crouched down so his face was right next to her pussy. She moved her hands to cover it and he pushed them away.

  “Hiding your beauty from me can earn you a punishment,” he said. He ran his finger down her slit, and she moved her hand to stop him. The look he gave her made her knees feel like melted butter. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”

  Aurora trembled as she did what he asked. He ran his finger down her slit again and said, “Someone’s as wet as the morning dew.” He put both hands on her and parted her folds. “You may be nervous, but your body wants this more than you know.”

  Oh good heavens his voice was low, and so incredibly sexy. Her nipples hardened and her body shook. She’d never experienced these feelings before. Usually she just prayed for it to be over.

  “Yes,” she managed to say. She put her clasped hands on the arm of the sofa to keep herself balanced. When his finger touched her clit she gasped. He stood, and used both hands to pull her top over her head, then he tugged her bra down so her breasts popped free. “Well lookie what we have here. Nice, hard nipples.”

  He clasped her hips as he bent to suck her, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it deeply before he released it and started on the second. Between her legs her clit throbbed, seeking attention.

  Holt continued to suckle, and Aurora’s legs trembled. As his mouth worked her nipples, he kept one hand on her hip, then let the other drop between her legs. He found her clit and rubbed it between his fingers. Heat rose in her unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Her legs were jelly now, and if it hadn’t been for his hand on her hip she would have tumbled to the ground.

  He continued to rub her clit, and her hips started to move back and forth; that’s when he pinched, and the world around her exploded. Aurora’s body shook, her eyes pulsed, and her heart leapt. She collapsed over the arm of the couch, and for a moment his fingers left her clit, but then returned just as quickly as they had left.

  Was that her screaming? Or crying? Or whatever noise was assailing her ears. Someone was caressing her thighs and she looked up. Holt’s hands were no longer between her legs. His touch was soft and gentle, something she’d never felt before.

  Should she say thank you? Should she ask for another one? What was she supposed to do?

  “You okay?” he whispered softly.

  “I think so,” she managed to say.

  “Good.” His sexy smile made her moan. “At the risk of sounding crass, I’m hungry. I’m going to need my strength because later tonight Papa Bear is going to fuck you until you come again.” He leaned down and kissed her pussy before he said, “And again.” This time his tongue swept over her slit and Aurora moaned as he said, “And again.”

  Chapter 8

  Aurora wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She’d never had sex and then had to interact with the man afterward. She’d put her clothes back on, because she wasn’t comfortable being nude, while she watched as he went into the kitchen then washed his hands. He sat down at the table and attacked his food. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything about her clothes. When she didn’t move, he said, “Your pizza is going to get cold. You should come and eat, unless you like it like that. Some people do.”

  He took a bite from his pizza and frowned. He scraped his salad back into the plastic container it had come in before he got up and put his plate in the microwave. Aurora went to her seat and took a bite of her pizza. She didn’t mind cold pizza. When the microwave dinged he brought his plate back to his seat and started to eat.

  “Does that happen every time?” she asked.

  “If I do it right,” he said around a mouthful of food. He swallowed and said, “I assume you’re talking about the orgasm and not having to warm up the pizza.” He winked at her, and she could see he wasn’t expecting an answer. “I’m happy to be your first.”

  Aurora blushed, and then she giggled. “So am I.”

  He ate some of his salad before he asked, “Did you ever like sex?”

  “No.” She picked up her fork and ran it through her salad. “Not until tonight.”

  “I’m very sorry to hear that.” He took another bite. “But I’m going to make it so you beg for sex, or as Hawk would say, beg to be banged.”

  Aurora laughed. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

  “Oh, it will be.” Holt pointed his fork at her plate. “You need to eat.”

  “I’m not really hungry,” she said. Truthfully, she was nervous about the actual fucking that she knew was coming. She had no clue how to act during sex except to lie there and let the guy get his rocks off. The thought made her stomach roil, and the thought of food didn’t help.

  “Eat at least a few bites, and a serving of salad.” He finished off another slice of pizza. Was that his fifth? Or sixth? When he’d brought the large pizza into the house she’d thought there would be leftovers. Now she knew there wouldn’t. How did he stay so trim and muscular when he ate so much?

  “Eat, or face the consequences,” he said. He ate the salad on his plate, then leaned back in his chair.

  “My first night here you said there were no consequences for not finishing my food.”

  “I believe my exact words were you didn’t have to sit there until your plate is clean. Not the first night, anyway.”

  “So you’re going to turn into a beast as time goes on?” she asked. She swallowed hard. She should have known the first few days were too good to be true. The clues were there when he said he wanted weird stuff.

  “This is the Daddy Dom part,” he said. “You need discipline, and eating is part of it. Didn’t your parents make you eat your dinner?”

  Aurora narrowed her eyes. “You’ve missed the part whe
re my parents didn’t give a crap about me.” This was all so strange to her. She’d loved what they’d just done, but she wasn’t sure about this Daddy thing.

  “Well I do,” he said. “Three square meals a day, with mid-morning, mid-afternoon, and midnight snacks. Got it?”

  “And if I don’t?” Aurora crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “Do I have to sit here until I’ve finished every last crumb?” And miss the fun of orgasms?

  “There will be consequences,” he said. He took a drink from his glass and focused on her over the rim. Part of her liked the stern look he gave her, part of her wanted to run screaming from the room. This was just too much for her.

  “Are you going to spank me?”

  She couldn’t read the look on his face, but he repeated what he’d said before, and she wondered exactly what he meant by consequences.

  “We’ll start slow,” he said. “Eat one whole piece of pizza, and the salad that’s on your plate. If you do then I might let you eat a brownie, one of the ones you bought at the bakery today.”

  “Did Hawk tell you I bought backups?”

  “I saw the box.” He pointed to the top of the refrigerator.

  Aurora giggled. “I don’t know how to relax.”

  “Even after you came?” He took another drink from his tea. “Damn, I did it wrong.”

  She giggled again. “No, you didn’t. It’s just—I’ve never trusted anyone in my life.”

  “You’ll trust me,” he said. “Maybe not right now, but you will.”

  Something told her he was right. But the journey would be difficult. She took a bite of her pizza. She ate slowly, finished it, and then her salad.

  “How’s that, Daddy?”

  He cocked his head and she cleared her throat. “Sorry, Papa Bear.”

  “I don’t think I care for your tone,” he said.

  This time she was truly sorry, and she said so. “I’ll do the dishes,” she said. She stood and put the cover on the salad. The pizza box was empty.

  “Just put them in the dishwasher and come watch TV,” he said. “We’ll have dessert later.”

  She hurried through her chore, then went to the living room. As she started to sit down he said, “Nope, over here.” He patted the cushion next to him.

  Did he want to cuddle? She’d never cuddled with a man before. She’d never had a man offer her any kind of affection. Until her first night here when she’d broken down and Holt had held her while she’d cried.

  She crossed to the sofa and sat down, leaving space between them. Before she could settle against the cushions he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She knew she needed to relax, that he wanted her to relax, but she was so nervous.

  “What should we watch?” he asked. He clicked the TV on and called up the menu. “A comedy? Drama? Thriller?”

  “A scary movie,” she said. “Not a slasher film, but a ghost story. Something that will frighten the pants off me.”

  He clicked a few buttons and said, “You got it.”

  Holt tightened his hold on Aurora when she screamed and put her hands over her face. She buried herself into his chest, and he heard her laugh, just a little.

  “Do you believe in ghosts?” she asked, her voice muffled. She pushed away from him and looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked something like that. I’m overstepping my bounds.”

  His protective mode kicked in, and he wanted to go find her parents and kick the snot out of them. They’d taken a sweet child and turned her into a woman who was scared to start a conversation, who was frightened of her own shadow.

  “Do you believe in ghosts?”

  “Oh yes,” she said. “I used to read ghost stories when I was a teenager. I wanted to have a slumber party and have a séance at it.” She sat up and crossed her legs in front of her. “Can you imagine how much fun that would be?”

  “Who would you contact?” he asked

  “My aunt Sally.” She didn’t elaborate and her face, which had been so animated just a few moments ago, shut down. He worried if he didn’t push her to keep coming out of her shell she would drop back inside it.

  “What would you ask her?”

  “Why she let me stay with my parents.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked away. “Why would she let me grow up like that, and then leave me money when she died? Why didn’t she use that money to make my life better when she was alive?”

  “We’ll do it,” he said. “Maybe she’ll even answer you.”

  “Tonight?”

  “No, but soon,” he said. “We have to plan it. You and I will have a slumber party.”

  “When?” The excitement in her voice made him laugh. “Use that smart phone of yours and look up some things to do, and we’ll do it soon. I know it’s not you and your pre-teen friends doing it, but we’ll have fun together.”

  “You’re teasing me,” she said.

  “Maybe a little.” He cupped the back of her head and pulled her toward him so he could kiss her forehead.

  “I want to be inside you,” his breath was hot against her skin.

  She wanted that, too, but she was not so sure how it would go. Would he want to do the weird stuff now? Or would he give her the first time out as a freebie? She thought about the orgasm he’d given her just hours ago. If there were any chance of it happening again she was willing to take a chance on the weird stuff.

  “Here?” she whispered.

  “How about we go traditional and have sex in the bed?” She loved the look on his face, as if he were giving the punch line to a joke. He was trying to put her at ease.

  “The bedroom it is,” she said.

  He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it, and when she was on her feet he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom like a bridegroom carrying his bride. It excited her, made her feel as if they were doing something very special.

  When he’d set her on her feet he started to undress her, first her shirt, then her bra. When it was time for her pants he sat on the bed and slowly undid her shorts. She was already barefoot, so when he pulled her shorts and panties down it was easy to step out of them.

  Holt kissed her gently when she was naked, then he pushed her back on the bed. Aurora sat up on her elbows and watched as he took off his clothes, much faster than he’d taken hers off her. When he was naked his cock jutted out from between his legs, and it was the first time she’d ever seen a penis and not wanted to close her eyes and pretend it wasn’t there. She wanted to touch him, grasp him in her fist and feel him pulse. He lay down on top of her and started to caress her. Aurora followed his lead, touching his sides and chest as he did to her.

  As he’d done in the living room, his mouth found her nipples. She arched into him as he sucked, pings of pleasure soaking into her body. When he kissed his way down her body she tried to tell herself he wasn’t going to do what she thought he was going to do, but he did. He pushed her legs apart and licked her slit, then pushed his tongue inside and found her clit.

  Aurora thrust her hips into him as he feasted on her, her clit pulsing under his teeth and tongue. No one had ever done this to her before and it brought on a barrage of feelings she had trouble dealing with. Part of her wanted to push him away, and another part wanted to keep him there forever.

  The sensations inside her grew, and she knew she was about to have another orgasm. She had one hand on his head and the other clasped the sheets under her left hand. When she exploded this time the feelings were different, more intense if that was possible. Before she came down he was inside her, pounding his hard cock into her wet flesh. He grasped her left thigh and guided it around his hips, making him go deeper inside her.

  He thrust harder and faster, and for a moment she thought she would come again, but she didn’t. When he groaned out her name and thrust even harder she knew he’d come and the first thing she thought was that she’d bought the condoms for no reason, since they hadn’t used one.


  Hours later, when she was cuddled in his arms, Aurora felt warm and safe, safer than she’d ever felt in her life. His chest was the best pillow she’d ever used, and the even sound of his breathing made her sigh in pleasure. He shifted slightly, turning toward her. She thought he was still asleep, but when he stroked her thigh she moaned softly.

  “Morning comes early on the ranch,” he said. “Even though we don’t have any clients you need your sleep.”

  “I’m just trying to wrap my head around the changes in my life.” She kissed his smooth chest, then nuzzled against him. “I didn’t expect this.” Aurora waited for him to say he hadn’t expected it either, but he said nothing. He was silent so long that she thought he’d fallen asleep again.

  Finally he said, “I was intrigued by you the moment I read your application.”

  Aurora propped herself up on her elbow. “Why?”

  “I can’t pinpoint it,” he said. “But I read your words and I just knew you had to work at the ranch, and I needed you in my life.”

  “Love at first read?” she said with a laugh, and then she realized she’d said love. She lay down and started to turn away from him.

  “Don’t you dare.” He wrapped both arms around her and kissed her forehead. “We’re making progress here, and I don’t want you to turn tail and run, so to speak.”

  “You can be very demanding,” she said.

  “Darling, you haven’t seen the half of it yet.”

  Chapter 9

  He’d made coffee before he left in the morning, and it was still hot when Aurora got out of bed and made her way into the kitchen. She fixed herself a cup, took a healthy swig, then glanced in the refrigerator. When she’d gone to the store she’d bought things to make brownies, which hadn’t gone very well. She hadn’t stocked up on things she could eat for breakfast. Obviously, she needed to go back again today. She wondered if there was a limit to the amount of money she could spend, especially when there were no clients at the ranch.