Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you—
Frank Lloyd Wright
Tula
Believing something was going to be fantastically incredible was completely different when one was actually living through it.
It was beyond description. All Tula knew was that she felt as if she’d just arrived in a world she’d been walking in for almost a quarter of a century.
She leaned back, every sense firing like a live wire as her Daddy truly awakened her for the very first time.
“Please, I-I can’t,” she cried.
For a man who’d stripped not only her but himself in mere seconds, he’d applied the brakes when it came to letting her come.
“You can,” he countered with a grin that she knew would never fail to have her picturing him at this very moment. An image that would have her blushing and everyone who saw her knowing exactly what she was thinking about.
Gooseflesh covered her with each soft whisper of his breath that brushed across her skin.
The sharp tang of pine and sweet scent of flowers mingled with the aroma of her arousal.
Her fingers tingled as they curled in his hair, incapable of deciding what she needed—to pull him away or to bring him closer—as he laid between her legs and took his own sweet time learning her taste.
Her mouth felt swollen from his kisses and pulsed with a desire to taste him as well.
When his lips curled around her clit, she attempted to suppress her cry of pleasure, but it seeped past the fist she’d shoved into her mouth.
“Oh, please, please, please, please,” she begged, the plea becoming her mantra. The spring inside her core tightened to the point of stealing her breath, and when he said, “Come now!” every muscle in her body contracted until they snapped and sent her from the tent to soar into the sky.
She’d not yet descended back to earth before he’d wrapped his arms around her and rolled. Opening her eyes, she saw his were full of desire which sent a fresh surge of need through her. A need that she knew would take a lifetime to feed and still would never be satisfied completely.
The sight of his mouth shiny from his feast had her dropping her lips to his to taste herself.
She reveled in the feel of his cock twitching beneath her.
Without breaking the kiss, she reached between their bodies to take his cock in her hand.
The feel of steel wrapped in velvet had her nipples tightening as they brushed against his chest. It was pure need that had her break the kiss and push up, twisting to bend and take the head of his cock into her mouth.
The sound of his groan caused an entirely new rush of pleasure to shoot through her, his fingers slipping into her hair igniting the desire to drive him to the brink as he’d driven her.
Her first taste of his essence was one that she savored as she swiped her tongue over the crown of his cock, lapping up the seeping precum as if it were cream and she was a starving kitten.
She drew her tongue down the length of his shaft, the head of his cock nudging against the back of her throat, causing her to hesitate for the first time.
“It’s fine, otter. We’ve got a lifetime.”
Her heart swelled as she pulled back a bit. Even in his need, he thought of her before himself. She released his cock only to draw her tongue down to swirl at the base, loving the involuntary twitch the long shaft made when she took a testicle in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“If you’re planning on riding, you best do it soon, or I’ll be riding you.” His words sounded like gravel, the gruffness of his tone added to her list of favorite sounds.
Smiling, she planted a kiss on the slit on his dick before moving to straddle him. As she guided him into her body, she shuddered in pleasure. “I’m not sure you’ll fit,” she said after she’d lowered a bit, the girth of his cock far more than she’d expected.
“I’ll fit,” he assured her, his hands lifting to take her hips, the brush of his fingertips against her ass reminding her of the spanking he’d given her.
The memory had a new rush of arousal flooding her sex and easing his entry. Still she wasn’t positive she’d be able to fully take him. “Help me?” she asked softly.
His pull was gentle, yet steady as they rocked together until she gave a sharp cry when he filled her completely.
He stilled, though the look on his face told her it took a great deal of effort not to simply thrust up into her.
When one hand slid from her hip to find her clit, she gasped and then giggled, which had his finger stopping its play and his eyebrow lifting.
“You okay, otter?”
“You found it,” she said.
“It?”
“You know, my princess peanut.”
Who knew both of her Daddy’s eyebrows were capable of lifting to his hairline, ratcheting up his sexiness to an entirely new level.
“Your… princess peanut?” he asked and she knew then that he hadn’t heard that particular part of the conversation she’d had with her friends.
“Ummm, just forget I said that.” She could feel her face flushing.
“Oh, hell no.” His lips curled even as his fingers tightened on that very peanut. “Elephants love peanuts and I love my princess, so no way is that ever going to happen.”
“You-you love me?”
“Yes, Tula, I think I fell in love with you the moment you walked into the river.”
Her heart seemed as if it was far too small to contain the surge of love she felt at his revelation. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered as her eyes welled.
“Babygirl, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it back. I know it’s fast and—”
“And I love you too!” She threw back her head, tears flying and shouted, “I love my Daddy!” Dropping her gaze back to his, she smiled, tasting the tears mixed with the essence of the man who’d become part of her heart and added, “And I love riding my elephant.”
He laughed and without ever shifting his fingers from her peanut, he rolled her again.
His eyes reminded her of the water she was drawn to, the deep blue darkening as he began to pump into her.
Her arms lifted to slide into his hair that had come undone, the strands wrapping around her fingers as she drew him down.
Their lips joined, their essences mingling as they climbed toward the peak, and when they reached the top and flew as one, their shouts of ecstasy united together as completely as their souls.
“Why do I feel like I’m being naughty by leaving camp?” Tula asked as they slipped between two pines, their footsteps muffled by the needles on the ground.
“I’d say it might have something to do with knowing your besties most likely got their bottoms blistered for doing the same, but there is one difference.”
“Don’t all Daddies spank the same?” she asked as she stepped up onto a log and then jumped down on the other side.
“I’d think that’s highly unlikely, but that’s not the difference I was talking about.
” He pushed a low-hanging branch aside to keep it from slapping back against her.
“Whereas Sadie and Wren were indeed walking in the woods, they didn’t have permission to do so.
You, however, have your very own counselor walking with you. ”
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “True, but I’m thinking it might have more to do with the dark.”
“You never snuck out of your house before?”
“Have you met my uncle?”
He chuckled again. “Granted, that would have curtailed me as well, but I didn’t know he raised you.”
“He didn’t, well, not always. In our culture, we are all connected, not by blood but in spirit.
Moses lost his mother in childbirth and his father before that so he never had the chance to know either.
Though I wasn’t a baby when I lost my parents, he adopted me and became my uncle.
He made sure I had somewhere to call home before I went to college and is my anchor now,” she said as they broke from the trees and began to follow the riverbank.
She looked up at him and smiled. “Though I’d be willing to sneak out now if that means you’ll be waiting for me. ”
She squealed as he scooped her up only to carry her across the river. Despite the fact he had to walk across a log to do so, she wasn’t the least bit worried he might drop her.
“Babygirl, if I have my way, when you leave your aunt and uncle’s it won’t require climbing out any window.
It will be with me by your side and we will walk out the front door.
When I said I’m your Daddy, I meant it in every sense of the word.
I rent a house in Porter’s Corner but am ready to buy or build one on the Ridge. That’s if you want to stay in Montana.”
“And if I don’t?”
He set her on her feet and cupped her face in his palms. “Then I’ll come to you. My profession pretty much allows me to find work anywhere.”
“I’d love to stay here.” She spread her arms and turned in a circle. “This is where I feel at home and I’m not just talking about nature, though it is where I feel the most alive. I’m talking about the people. There is just something about them. They are more than friends, they’re—”
“Family?” he offered.
“Yes, but does that sound silly?”
“No, otter, it sounds exactly right.”
He kissed her and then took her hand again. They continued on in silence, angling away from the water until they came to the base of a rock.
Tula smiled. “This reminds me of the one your footsteps led me to.” She looked up at him.
“Footsteps?”
“Yes, the ones you left in the soil that day you saw me swimming.”
“You tracked my footsteps?”
She laughed. “I did. I could even tell when you stopped and put on the shoe Sky borrowed.”
“That’s what we’re calling it? Borrowing?”
“Since we’re not calling your ‘watching’ voyeurism, then I think borrowing covers it.”
“Babygirl, you’re a member of the Rawhide family now. Voyeurism is not a crime, it is a gift given by those who wished to be seen.”
“I’m sensing a life lesson in there somewhere,” she said, watching as he began to climb the boulder.
“Not really, and the choice always belongs to you. No matter if your kink only extends to wanting a Daddy and the freedom to be a Little, there are no judgments made here.” He turned to hold out a hand to her.
“Good thing because now that you’ve set me free, I have a feeling it’s going to take a bit of research with my Daddy to know exactly what else gives me those awesome warm and fuzzy feelings.”
“Aww, I’ve always been considered a bit strange when it comes to research.”
“How so? Did your parents have to threaten to ground you forever if you didn’t finish your homework?”
He chuckled. “Quite the opposite. They had to threaten to take away my textbooks if I didn’t go outside to get some fresh air. Growing up, you’d either find me in the library or in the woods, so, otter, I’m going to be the study partner of your dreams.”
“That’s perfect as you’re already the Daddy of my dreams,” she said as she took the hand he offered.
Ten minutes later, he said, “I’ve got you, otter.”
She smiled, his reassurance unnecessary as she knew he’d never let her fall. “I know, Daddy.”
“To your right about six inches,” he directed.
Her free hand found the crevice, her fingers slipping into it, her foot bracing against the face of the rock.
They continued making small adjustments, his hand, his voice guiding her up the boulder until with a final pull, she stood beside him and then followed him to sit.
He lifted her onto his lap, her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her as if still needing to provide an anchor.
Nothing but the sky lay before them. They’d begun the hike when there had been a few stars twinkling overhead.
As they’d walked, the black of night gradually turned to a dark blue of predawn.
Now the sky was slowly blooming with pinks and violets.
Her breath escaped in a gasp, not from the exertion of the climb, but by the sheer immensity of the beauty that spread across the horizon as oranges and reds left the artist’s palate to paint the canvas before them.
When rays of gold shot through the colors like arrows, tears filled her eyes at the knowledge that for millennia people who’d walked the earth before her had stood witnessing the same beauty.
She was nothing more than a speck in the vastness of the universe, her time in this world measured in the blink of an eye, yet knowing she’d experience the rest of her life with the man holding her, sharing the gift of each day would make every moment one of joy.
“Every sunrise is a reminder of the Creator’s promise and the beauty of new beginnings,” she said softly.
“A gift that I will forever connect with you, otter, for this is the beginning I’ve been searching for and only found when your spirit joined with mine.”
His lips brushed against the top of her head before his chin settled there as the horizon flashed with a white light to signal the day had begun. Still they sat until the first bird sang its good morning.
“Time to head back,” he said.
“Thank you for this.”
He set her off his lap and stood, then pulled her up and into his chest. “Thank you, little one.” The kiss was so soft, so sweetly different than the ones they’d shared the night before, but filled her with the same wondrous warmth and sense of peace.
A peace that was shattered by the rumble of her stomach.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be, it just means we need to get going if we want to grab breakfast before your ravenous Little friends gobble it all up.”
“I don’t know, we might have to settle for bread and water. It’s going to take longer climbing down than it did up.”
“Oh ye of little faith.” He smiled and reached out to turn her around.
“How did that get here?” she asked as she stared at the slope of grass that led from their perch toward the forest.
“It’s always been there,” he chuckled as he took her hand.
“Then why did we have to climb up the rock?”
“Because I wanted to arrive at the break of dawn and I like climbing, Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Yes, very much, but I want to go on record now and say there is no question on who the sneaky one in this couple is. It is definitely you, Sir Sneaky.”
“Sir Sneaky,” he said. “It doesn’t quite have the ring of Daddy, but I think I can live with that.” His laugh had her smiling all the way back to camp.