Chapter 6
Igiggled to myself as I debated pushing his buttons, but I couldn’t help it. If he wanted me to embrace him as my daddy, then this is definitely something a little girl would do.
I innocently walked to the kitchen. “ I’m ready, Daddy.”
He gave me a once-over. “Kira, you aren’t?—”
He stopped when he saw me in his shoes. He had big feet. He’s a size ten, and I’m only a size seven, so they were massive on me. I giggled as I flopped toward him and gave him a big hug. “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.” I kissed his cheek and quickly ran off before he could give me another lecture or spanking.
Half an hour later, I stood on the porch, waiting for Leon to join me. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly in the sky, and I heard birds singing. I could not remember the last time I’d heard birds singing. That was one of the disadvantages of living in the city. Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with the clean country air and decided leaving the city more often was a good idea. I had no doubt Leon would let me use his cabin anytime I wanted, and he was welcome to tag along.
Reining my thoughts back, I reminded myself this experience was only supposed to last one weekend. I still had no idea what was going to happen once we leave or how this would change our relationship going forward, what I knew was that there was no version of this story where Leon and I ended up together and I was okay with that. I had watched him break enough women”s hearts to know better than to end up on that list.
We had two more days together before we returned to the city, and I focused on enjoying myself as much as possible. The weather was so bright and the scenery so beautiful that I decided to take a picture of myself. Leon walked out as I was snapping pictures, and I immediately tossed my camera phone at him without thinking, gasping out loud when I realized what I’d done.
He caught it midair and cocked a brow at me. “How about a heads-up the next time you plan on throwing something at my head.”
“I wasn’t throwing it at your head. I wanted you to take a picture of me. Don’t worry, I’m not posting it online,” I said before he could. “I just want some pictures for myself. You know, to remember this weekend.”
“Okay,” he said, raising the phone to take pictures of me.
He handed me the phone back when he was done, and before he could move away, I wrapped my arms around his waist, went on tiptoes, and took a picture of us with my lips pressed to his cheek. That earned me a grin and a small shake of his head as he slung his backpack into the trunk. We got into his car, and he pulled out into the road.
“Can I ask where we are going now?” I asked a few minutes into the drive.
“No, but I promise you’re going to love it,” he replied, reaching across the dashboard to pat my knees as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Fine. And am I going to get spanked every time you want me to do something?”
“Am I going to have to spank you every time I want you to do something?” he asked, glancing at me.
“No.” I shook my head. “Do you enjoy it?”
“Spanking you?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes I do it because I need to teach you a lesson.”
“Like this morning at breakfast.”
He nodded his head.
“I’m sorry,” I said, staring at the floorboard. “I promised to do anything you tell me to do, and I broke my promise. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“I know. It’s all good now, Kira.” He gripped my inner thigh and pressed down comfortingly on it. “You corrected your mistakes, and that”s something to be proud of.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re going to make more mistakes before the weekend is over, but as long as you learn from them and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are, everything will be okay.”
“I like it when you punish me,” I confessed after a few seconds. “I wonder if it means something is wrong with me.”
“No. Nothing is wrong about submitting to someone you trust to make the right decisions for you.”
“Maybe, but I shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. Anthony used to try to make me… you know, submit to him when we made… had sex. And I used to pretend I was into it just so he could finish and we could get it over with. But it’s different with you. I don’t need to pretend. Even when I don’t want to, I find myself submitting. I guess that’s because Anthony doesn’t have the experience you have.” He glanced sharply at me, and I gave him a small smile. “I know I’m not the first girl you’ve tied up and whipped before, Leon. Hell, I know I’m not the first girl you’ve done this to in that cabin. You don’t develop those skills in just one weekend.”
“I’ve never tried to hide who I am, Kira. I just never knew you needed to be tied and flogged until now.”
“I’ve been tied and flogged before,” I said without meeting his eyes. “It’s never felt like this. All I felt was pain. There was no pleasure with it.”
“That fucking bastard!” he growled.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me,” I said quickly, jumping to Anthony’s defense. “He just didn’t know how.”
“That’s because he didn’t care to know how or give a fuck about you. He’s a fucking bastard, and I’ll never stop regretting letting you date him.”
“You didn’t let me date him. I chose to.”
“No, Kira. I let you. I foolishly assumed you’d get bored and tired of him in a few weeks like the others before him. I was wrong. What the fuck did you see in him anyway?”
“Stability,” I said after a while. “I know you hate him, Leon. Sometimes I do. And I’ll even admit he’s a fucking asshole, but in the beginning, he really made me believe I’d found the one.”
“Were you in love with him?” Leon asked.
He kept his eyes on the road, and for a moment, it looked like he was scared of my answer. Except he had no reason to be scared. One weekend. That was all we promised each other. After that… I had no idea what happened after that.
“I don’t know,” I said, answering his question and looking out his window. “I think I did. I certainly told him I did. He did the same and still ended up cheating on me. Makes me wonder if any of it was real.”
“You’ve written too many songs about love to let that asshole make you start doubting that it exists now.”
I shrugged. “Not really the same, though. I mean, I always wrote about finding it. Then I thought I did, but now I’m not sure I did.”
“That’s because you didn’t find love with Anthony. What you found was an asshole who was never good enough for you. Trust me when I say you’ll find love one day, Kira. And when you do, it will be with someone who makes you happy. There”ll be no doubt in your heart that it exists.”
Why couldn’t it be him?
The question popped into my head so quickly it gave me whiplash, and as I glanced at Leon, I wondered why I couldn’t fall in love with him. The answer was easy. Because he was not in love with me, and I’d be damned if I ever gave my heart to someone who wasn’t in love with me again.
“You know, something is comically ironic about hearing you defend love so passionately.”
He scowled at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Just thinking of all the women you’ve been with and how many of them wished you were in love with them.”
“Maybe I was waiting for the right one,” he replied in a low voice.
“Well, whoever she is better have really tough skin.”
“Why is that?”
“So she can take all the spanking I know you’re going to give her when she does something you don’t like.”
“She wouldn’t need to be spanked if she does what she’s supposed to.”
“Bullshit,” I said, giggling quietly. “You love doing it. I bet you’ll just find any reason to spank, flog, or paddle her ass.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
“That’s because I can take it,” I replied.
“You can take it,” he admitted with a grin
“I can take it.”
“You realize it’s not about the flogger and the paddles, right? Like this stuff is not just about the pain.”
I could tell he was talking about Anthony. “What’s it about then?”
“I told you already. It’s about control.” He kept his eyes on the road as he drove. “It’s about knowing I could tell you to lean across this console and make me come with your mouth or tell you to pull your pants down right now and touch yourself until you come, and you’ll do it without asking questions. Simply because I want you to now, and making me happy makes you happy. That’s what this is about, Kira. Making you happy.”
“I want to make you happy,” I said breathlessly.
He glanced at me, and I could see his eyes widen. “Are you wet, Kira?”
“A little.”
“Kira?”
“More than a little,” I confessed, blushing and looking down at my lap. “I’m sorry…”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said gruffly. I could hear him breathing hard and see him clenching the wheel so hard his knuckles were white. I didn’t need to look down to know he was hard, or be a mind reader to know he wanted to fuck me.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?” I asked, using the word I knew would push him over the edge.
It did, and without looking at me, he gave me an answer. ”No, Kira. What I want you to do is pull down those shorts and tell me how wet that pussy is.”
I didn’t bother looking out the window. Only a few cars were on the road, and it was almost impossible for anyone to see what I was doing. Even if they could, I didn’t care. Leon had given me orders, and now all I could think about was making him happy. I pulled my pants down to my knees and spread my legs as wide as they could go.
“How wet are you, Kira?” he asked in a voice that brimmed with lust.
“Really wet, Daddy,” I said.
“Are you touching yourself, Kira?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t tell me to.”
“That’s my girl. Now, play with that pussy for me, Kira. Rub that clit but don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied as I touched myself.
His voice was all the mental stimulation I needed, the look in his eyes driving my arousal as much as the hands that stroked my clit. My fingers slid through the folds of my sex, spreading them wide as the scent of my arousal filled the car.
“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice so deep it made my womb spasm.
“Really good, Daddy,” I said, my lips undulating in small circles as I pushed my finger inside my pussy.
“Don’t forget your breasts, baby,” he instructed. “Play with your nipples for me, Kira. Let me see how hard they are.”
I shoved my shirt up and pulled my bra up to run my hands over my breasts, relishing the sensations of pleasure that flushed across my body. Cars zoomed past us, but I was closed off to the world. All my senses focused on my body and the voice next to me. I followed his instructions to the letter, growing wetter as I rubbed my clit and fingered myself. My breasts were full and sensitive to the touch, and I gasped when he told me to pinch my nipples.
“Three fingers,” he ordered, and I raised my hips as I felt the walls of my sex expanding.
My legs were spread as wide as I could get them, and I had slid so low in my seat that my ass hung over the edge. I was panting and moaning, breasts rising and falling as I stroked and touched myself.
“Faster,” he urged. “Think of my cock in that pussy, baby, fucking you and filling you up. Remember how good it felt when I had you under me?”
“Oh God!” I moaned, my cries growing louder as my body pulsed to the rhythm of my touch and the sound of his voice. I was wet and dripping down my thighs, body thrashing as I twisted in my seat. “I’m going to come,” I warned as my clit throbbed and my body grew hot.
“Not yet,” he said, reaching across the console and pushing my hand aside to slide his fingers inside me.
I grabbed the headrest of my seat and cried out as he began to play with my pussy. His touch, his voice, the forbidden nature of what we were doing… It was all too much, and my excitement jumped up several levels as I grabbed his wrist and held him there, moving my hips against me.
“Now?” I asked, moaning as my climax beat against my senses, begging to be released.
“Not yet,” he said, fingers rolling and scissoring apart to leave my flesh burning. Sweat rolled down my brow, and I was not entirely unsure the windows were thick enough to muffle my screams.
“Please,” I begged, aware that in a few seconds I would have no choice in holding myself back. Not if he kept playing with me like that.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered, hands moving faster, the pad of his hand pressing on my clit. “Not until I know you’re ready.”
“Leon,” I cried.
“Close,” he said, his voice rough. “But not yet…”
“I can’t…” I was already shaking, my pussy clenching hungrily against his clit.
He waited until I was right at the very edge, pushing me to the point of no return. Then he let me fall.
“Come for me, Kira,” he said.
I came apart, screaming so loud I had no doubt the cars that zoomed past us heard me. It was his name I called, and the pleasure was so deep it broke my voice and left me croaking and gasping. It was a long fall, tremors racking my body for several minutes before they slowly stopped.
“This is what it’s about, Kira,” Leon said, fingers still buried deep within me. “It’s about control. About making you happy because this is about you and no one else. Do you understand?”
I was too exhausted from my orgasm to talk, so I nodded instead.
“Good.” He pulled out his hands, eliciting a whimper from me as his fingers brushed against the sensitive nerves. “You should probably get dressed,” he said as he pulled up to a gate. “We’ve arrived.”
“Leon!” I squeaked and grabbed my pants, pulling them up quickly. “Don’t you dare do that again,” I said, playfully slapping him on the arm. “Do you have any idea what kind of scandal you’d have on your hands if someone had seen me with no pants in your car?”
“I think I do,” he said, still grinning mischievously.
“So where’s this place?” I asked, raising my head and reading the sign on the gate. “Wolf sanctuary?”
“That’s right,” Leon said as he drove through the open gates. “We’re spending the day with wolves.”
Leon had booked a private tour for the both of us, and after meeting with our guide, Amanda, a lovely young woman with a bubbly personality, we set off to explore the sanctuary. Even though I had no idea why Leon had brought me here, I couldn’t help but feel excited as Amanda led us through the winding paths of the facility. I could already hear the wolves howling through the trees, and a short walk brought us to the first enclosure, where two gray wolves roamed majestically.
“They’re beautiful,” I said, staring at them in awe. “How did they get here?”
“Rescues,” Amanda explained. “Got them a few years ago after they were mistreated and abandoned by their previous owners.”
“How can anyone mistreat such beautiful creatures,” I said in a voice tinged with sadness.
“Unfortunately, a lot of people acquire these animals as pets without really understanding the immense responsibility that comes with caring for them. Take Ginger here, for example. Her previous owner lived in a condo in the city with no space for her to roam. She wasn’t getting the food she needed and was kept locked in a cage because she became too aggressive.”
“Oh, that’s terrible.”
“It is,” Leon said behind me, and I turned around to find him staring pointedly at me like he was trying to tell me something.
I ignored him and turned back to Amanda. “It’s a good thing you rescued her, then. Now, she has all the space she needs to roam as much as she wants.”
“That’s what we do,” Amanda replied. “Most of the animals we’ve rescued here share similar stories. A lot of people don’t understand that wolves have complex social structures and require specialized care for them to thrive. They end up traumatizing the poor animals, and then we have to come in, rescue them, and give them the training they did.”
I cocked a brow. “Training?”
Amanda nodded. “Yes, training. Living with owners who can’t take care of them almost always leads to the wolves picking up bad habits to survive. A lot of them get aggressive and don’t learn how to socialize or operate within a pack. They need to be retrained. Not just for the ones we hope would be adopted by more deserving and capable owners but even the ones that stay with us need to learn to function within their packs.”
“Do they all get aggressive?”
“Not all of them. We’ve had a few cases where the animals respond to trauma in the opposite way. They become quiet and withdraw into themselves.”
“And how do you train those animals?”
“You may need to speak with one of the trainers to get an answer to that, but mostly, it involves identifying the trigger responsible for the trauma, then finding ways to reassure the animal that they are safe and don’t have to worry about the triggers... Something along those lines,” she finished with a rueful grin. “Like I said, the trainers are in a better position to answer that question. Come on, let’s check out the other animals.”
“Can you see why I’m doing what I’m doing now?” Leon whispered in my ear as we followed Amanda.
“Is this your way of saying you’re training me?”
“Yes.”
I cocked a brow at him. “Really? And I’m guessing that makes me, what? Your pet?”
“Exactly,” he responded arrogantly. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it when I made you wear that collar last night.”
I blushed deeply and looked up to see if Amanda heard what he said. “Stop it. You can’t talk to me like that outside.”
“Why not?”
“Because someone might hear you?”
“Is that why, or are you worried that you’ll start getting wet if I keep talking like this?”
“Leon!” I hissed and smiled at Amanda when she turned around to see if anything was wrong. “I swear if you don’t stop talking like that…”
“Admit it, Kira. You love being my pet. Hell, I bet you wished you were wearing my collar right now.”
I did, but I had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of knowing that. So I moved forward quickly to join Amanda, asking her questions about the sanctuary and the animals that called it home. Leon’s evil chuckle behind me told me he knew anyway.
We toured the entire sanctuary, and I was glad Leon had gotten me a pair of hiking shoes. I was also glad he’d brought me here, and I enjoyed every moment of it. At the end of the tour, we were asked if we wanted to pet some of the animals, and I nodded with no hesitation. Amanda led us into an enclosure where three wolves were undergoing training to prepare them for adoption.
Even though Amanda assured us that the wolves were safe to play with as long as we followed her instructions, I still felt apprehensive as one of the animals approached us. I took a step back as it came closer and felt Leon squeeze my hand gently.
“That’s Jenna,” Amanda informed us. “She’s more playful than the rest. You can scratch her head if you want.”
“It’s alright,” he whispered, making sure I knew he was there for me. “There’s nothing to be scared of.”
I nodded, and following Amanda’s gentle guidance from the side, I reached out and petted the wolf. It responded by nuzzling my hand, then rubbing its body against me. Giggling in delight, I petted it some more, laughing when it kicked in response.
“Did you see that,” I said to Leon, tugging him forward so he could join me. “Come and scratch his head with me. It’s the best feeling ever.”
As we petted and scratched Jenna’s shoulders and head, the two other wolves slowly joined us. One of them walked right up to me and sniffed around me. Not sure what to do, I held myself still, and it moved even closer, sniffing more aggressively.
I tapped Leon’s leg to get his attention. “Is it just me, or is this wolf sniffing my crotch?”
“He’s marking you,” Leon said after looking down to confirm.
“Marking me?”
“Yeah. Look.”
“Ahh! He’s peeing on me!” I squealed in disgust.
Amanda laughed. “Oh. No. That”s Bear. That”s how male wolves signal who they want to mate with.”
“Mate?” I squeaked. “Are you saying this wolf wants to mate with me?”
“I’m saying this wolf can smell the scent of your arousal, and it seems he likes it. Can’t say I blame him,” Leon tells me in his hot voice.
“But I’m not wet,” I whispered, cheeks turning red as I instinctively closed my legs together.
“No, but you were wet in the car, and it seems you still smell like it. Looks like this wolf has impeccable taste,” Leon said, and I could see he was having just a little too much fun with this. “Of course, he’s going to have problems with me if he keeps sniffing around you,” he added as he stepped between us, staring the wolf down until he backed off.
He sounded serious, and if it were not for the twinkle in his eyes, I would have thought he was truly jealous.
“Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Can we get out of here before he marks me again?”
We ended the tour a few moments later, and Leon took me to the gift shop. We bought hoodies and T-shirts with pictures of wolves on them. I got Leon a wolf mug, and he got me a huge wolf stuffie that looked like Jenna. The shop attendant confirmed that it was a stuffie of her and that it had a wolf tracking bracelet in case I wanted to monitor her.
It was the best gift I’d gotten in a while, and I leaped on Leon, wrapping my arms around him as I planted a kiss on his lips right in the middle of the gift shop. I caught myself at the last moment and grinned ruefully as Leon gently lowered me back to the ground. Even with my baseball cap and dark shades, there was still a possibility the attendant knew who I was.
We paid for our items and returned to the car. I chatted excitedly about everything we’d seen and done as we returned to the cabin.
“I can’t believe I almost missed that,” I said to Leon as we walked into the cabin. “Thanks for making sure I didn’t talk myself out of it.”
He grinned at me. “Remember that the next time I tell you to do something.”
“Okay,” I said with a goofy grin.
“Come here.”
I knew what he wanted and moved closer, raising my head and closing my eyes even before I felt his lips on mine. I didn’t expect him to kiss me softly, hands gently resting on my shoulders as he delicately sipped on my lips.
He stepped back long before I wanted to, and I sighed regretfully. “What next?”
“Lunch and a nap for you. A friend of mine lives not far from here, and I promised to stop by the next time I was in the area. How about you work some more on your song while I’m gone.”
“How long will you be gone?” I asked, looking away so he didn’t see my disappointment.
He saw through it and tipped my face up. “It’s just going to be an hour or two. Don’t worry, I’ll be back long before you start missing me.” I already missed him. “Go in and jump under the shower. Food should be ready before you’re done.”
“Okay.” I moved a few feet away and turned to find him watching me like he knew I still had something I wanted to say. “Thank you.”
“You already thanked me, Kira,” he said softly.
“No. Not just for this afternoon. For this whole trip. I know we’re here to help me write again, and I haven’t done much of that yet, but I’m having a really great time, and I have you to thank for that.”
“It’s my job to make sure you’re well taken care of, baby girl.”
I ignored the feeling of disappointment I got at hearing he still thought of this as a job and grinned at him instead. “Didn’t know tying me up, spanking me, and sleeping with me was in your job description.”
“Consider those things a bonus,” he replied, his smile mirroring mine. “Shower, Kira. Now!” he added when I continued staring at him, the invitation in my eyes too blatant to miss.
“Fine,” I said, turning around and shaking my ass saucily as I sauntered off.
I was rinsing my body when I heard movement behind me. I didn’t bother turning around, and Leon stepped under the shower a few moments later with me. He turned me around and kissed me until I was gasping for breath. Reaching behind me, he turned off the shower, then carried me out of the bathroom and dropped me on the bed. Cupping me between my legs, he slid his finger between my lips as he began to stroke.
“What are you doing?” I asked, slowly panting for breath.
“Marking you,” he replied an instant before he lowered his head and pushed his face into my crotch, sucking on my clit. “Making you mine...” he added as I cried out in pleasure.