Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy (Accidentally Kidnapping)

10. Zane

CHAPTER 10

ZANE

“What?” She spasms in my arms, and I tighten my hold on her, ignoring the burst of panic. I have it, too, a sharp stab of fear that I’ve said the wrong thing.

But I’ve learned that Daisy has complicated depths, and a generosity of spirit. If it’s not the right vibe, she’ll show me that. If it is, and my instinctive slip does push the right buttons, she’ll show me that, too.

I just need to pay attention to my wife, and we’ll get on the right track.

Suddenly that is the most important thing in the world to me.

I swallow hard and say it again, paying close attention this time. “Daddy wants to watch you touch yourself. You’re so beautiful, Daisy. You deserve all the pleasure in the world. And you’re safe in my arms, I promise. You are perfect. And you are meant to feel pleasure, to be loved. It’s okay if you don’t believe me right now. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. We don’t have to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. But I want to be everything that you need. I want to be your safe space to explore all of your desires, and maybe after I’m your husband, after you hear my vows?—”

She interrupts me. “I don’t need that. I believe you. But I don’t know… I don’t know how to do this.” She ducks her head for a moment, then gives me a look that is equal parts shyness and deep curiosity, and it’s the most arousing look anyone has ever given me. “You’re gonna have to show me what to do.”

“God, you’re such a good girl. You’re so brave.” I kiss her, and her lips have never been sweeter than in this moment when she’s doing something so scary, after God knows how many years of brainwashing and lies from the people who should have taught her that pleasure is something beautiful and perfect. Private, yes, but wholly hers, hers to experience on her own and share with the right person when she’s ready.

Nobody did that for her, but I will.

“Stretch out,” I rasp. “This might be easier if you lay down.”

I turn, setting her down on the bed. My towel falls away, but I ignore the fact that I’m now naked. This isn’t about me.

I keep my gaze locked on her face. Of course I want to watch what she does between her legs, but that will come later, when she learns how much it arouses me, when she wants to drive me wild. Right now, she needs me more as a caregiver than a lusty lover.

“Pull up your skirt and slide your hand into your panties.”

Her obedience is so sweetly innocent. I want to keep her tucked in close to me forever, so she never has to know anything but the pleasure she’s about to unlock.

I smile encouragingly. “Just hold yourself at first. Cup that sweet little pussy in your hand and feel the soft warmth of her against your fingers. Have you ever done this before?”

She nods shyly as her arm flexes, her fingers deep in her panties now. “But I always stop because I know what’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Daisy, repeat after me. It’s not wrong to feel good.”

“It’s not wrong to feel good,” she says, and the determination in her little voice makes me feel 10 feet tall.

“That’s right. Nobody else will ever gonna know that you did this. Just you and me, and I will keep this secret forever. Now with your fingertips, stroke between your lips, just along the seam there. Don’t push in, don’t rush it, just rub yourself lightly, the way I would if I wanted to warm you up.”

“Warm me up?”

“Get you all hot and squirmy for me, all wet inside.”

“I think I’m already wet inside,” she confesses, her voice cracking.

“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s amazing,” I say, making sure my enthusiasm for that is undeniable. “Good girl.”

Her cheeks turn red. “No, it’s very messy.”

I chuckle. “Baby, messy is good. Daddy likes it messy.”

She gasps.

“How does it feel when I say that?”

Her legs spread restlessly. “I think it makes me even wetter.”

The innocent honesty of her is too much.

I need to hold myself back, but my cock is straining between us, seed beading at the tip.

My voice is hoarse when I continue. “Can you spread your pussy open and touch that wetness?”

She nods and I moan under my breath a little before catching it. “Good, good girl. Do that. You’re such a brave girl trying this for the first time, knowing it’s gonna feel good.”

She lets out another gasp as her fingers make contact with what I can only imagine is the most perfect pool of moisture God has ever gifted someone with.

I lean in and brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. “Do you know why you’re that wet?”

“No,” she whispers.

“It’s so your body will take my cock inside you. It helps ease our mating.”

“I didn’t think…” She sounds dazed, her voice slurring with desire now. Good. “It’s not like that with animals.”

“God meant different things for us than the rest of the animals on the ranch. He meant for us to mate more often, to practice breeding year round. He meant for us to do this for pleasure. Anyone who says otherwise doesn’t understand anything about anything, and that’s the last I want to hear about that.”

She turns and blinks at me, our faces so close we’re blurry to each other. But I can still see her brow furrow delicately as she processes all of what I’m saying.

And then, as understanding dawns, she nods firmly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says definitively, and there have never been two more beautiful words in the entire English language.

“Okay, good. Now that we have that settled,” I grin and take a deep breath, trying not to grind against her.

It is so hard to hold back when I can feel how affected she is just playing with the outside of her innocent virgin cunt.

“Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” And now there’s a teasing, bratty note to her voice. She’s a fast learner.

We are going to have the most amazing marriage.

“Does that make you want to rub your little clit?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she pants.

“Then do it. Circle your fingers around that tight little bud that you should have been touching all this time. Gotta make up for lost time, baby, because pretty soon Daddy’s gonna pull you on top of him. You’re gonna sink down on this cock, and I’m gonna enter you. I’m gonna make you come over and over again, and I don’t want that to be scary for you. I want you to know what it feels like to have an orgasm of your own making because I make them my job for life. I want you to know how wonderful it can be, so when I’m claiming my wife, you aren’t afraid.”

Her hips lift in the air as her fingers move faster and faster. “Yes, Daddy.”

She pants that over and over again, a mantra that takes her right to the peak.

I take myself in hand, squeezing my tip so fucking hard so I don’t join her.

“Come for me, baby girl. Make yourself come for Daddy.”

She cries out, her whole body going stiff. Her eyes go wide, helpless and confused as pleasure slams into her, her lips parted and stained dark with desire.

In my hand, my cock thickens even more, lengthening to an officially too-hard-to-ignore state.

“Look at me,” I rasp. “You’re going to make me come, too.”

Face flushed, dress all askew, she twists toward me and looks down. “Wait,” she pants. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

I only hear her dimly through the pounding need.

Please . Don’t .

She gives me a look of pure determination as she pushes me onto my back and climbs on top. “It needs to be inside me.”