Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Livvy
I believe it’s God’s grace that allows the important things to stay the same.
I honestly didn’t think I’d ever heard the most perfect words being said at the exact moment they needed to be heard.
Because so much had changed. I’d spent years living in a world built on lies.
Lies that had wrapped around my heart so tightly that I’d learned not to look into the future, not to expect anything other than what first my father and then Roland allowed me to have, to know.
It had taken more words, these written on papers that they’d never wanted me to see, that had begun to weaken the stranglehold of those men, of their lies.
The important things…
Only it wasn’t any thing that I’d needed. It was someone. It had always been the same someone. He was the one who’d finally said the words that freed me. Not demanded anything of me. Just reminded me of the grace that was a gift waiting to be accepted.
“Livvy, come back to me.”
He’d known me then and he knew me now in a way that I knew would always remain the same.
“I’m here, Daddy. I’ll always be here.”
He didn’t ask if I was sure. Just accepted that I knew what I needed and was ready to make sure I received whatever that was.
It had been silly bubble bath hairdos and gentle love making for the first time last night.
Now it was the need to know that he’d give me this as well.
A safe avenue to release the stress, the fear, the ugly thoughts.
The freedom to fall into the abyss knowing without a doubt that this pain wasn’t a replacement of the softness, but an addition.
He undressed me as if he were revealing a most precious piece of art.
As if I were covered in the most fragile porcelain instead of denim overalls and white cotton.
Once I was as bare as the statue of Venus, he bent forward to place a gentle kiss on my lips that filled me with such a feeling of love that I felt the flush spread throughout my entire body.
Without words, he spoke volumes. He lifted me to lay across his lap where he sat on the bed.
Even in preparing to light my ass on fire he’d made sure to protect me from harm.
My flesh pebbled as his fingertips ran across my body. Thousands of tiny bumps rose as he lifted my hair and set its weight off my back to drape over my shoulder. I quivered at the warmth of his breath as he spoke against the shell of my ear.
“Who are you?”
“I am Lincoln’s.”
“Who am I?”
“You are mine.”
“Together.”
“I am Lincoln’s and Lincoln is mine.” Tears began to fall before the first stroke was given when he whispered.
“I am Livvy’s and Livvy is mine.”
This man was grace personified.
He kissed my cheek and I felt a peace I’d never known settle over me.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
“Ding, ding, class is in session.” I smiled as I reached up to ring the pretend bell.
His chuckle was the most beautiful sound and when that first smack landed, I joined the chorus with a cry and for some reason only the two of us would ever understand, it was the first note of the most glorious song I’d ever sing.
Well, at least that first verse was. However, by the time the chorus began again, I was singing a totally different tune.
“Ow, that hurts!” I cried, adding lyrics to this song.
“Spankings are supposed to hurt, little girl. Otherwise it’s called petting.”
“Then pet me!” I demanded, reaching for the footboard in hopes I could obtain some sort of leverage to haul myself off his lap.
“That comes after,” he said, applying a pair of smacks to my right buttock before repeating the pair on my left.
“After what?”
“This little bottom is nice and red, of course,” he said as if anyone with a brain could figure that out.
How he could spank, talk nonsense, and haul me back from the mere inch forward I’d achieved was a mystery. “It’s red, it’s sooooo red!” I cried as I abandoned the footboard and flung my hands back to cover my blazing bottom.
“Some Little pixie needs her eyes checked,” he said, capturing both my wrists and pinning them to my lower back.
I gave him my most pathetic pleading look as I turned back to gaze up at him.
Of course, if I hadn’t had to puff hard enough to attempt to move my hair off my face, I was sure it would have been more effective.
As it was, he did give me a break as he used his spanking hand to brush the errant curls back over my shoulder.
I forgot all about pleading when my gaze dropped to my behind.
“It’s barely pink! How is that possible?”
He chuckled. “Funny how one’s mind can paint a different story, isn’t it, pixie? Before we continue remember two things. Daddy will never harm you—”
“But—”
“I’ll spank you which will hurt, but I’d die before I’d ever harm you, Livvy.”
“I know,” I said and then sighed. “What’s the other thing?”
“That you can use the traffic light if you need.”
When my mouth opened a second time, he laid a finger across my lips.
“A safe word isn’t to be used simply because your butt might be burning, and it won’t stop the spanking, but it will pause it if you need.
” He let that bit of info sink in before quirking his eyebrow and asking, “So, tell me, pixie, do you need to safeword?”
“No, Sir, but just so you know, my butt might be pink but it is already getting pretty hot.”
“Too hot?”
How unfair is that question? I so wanted to say yes but knew that was a lie. “No, Daddy, it’s not that hot I guess.”
He smiled. “Then we’re good to go.”
When his arm lifted, I cried, “Wait!”
His hand froze and his eyebrow rose again. It was a pose I suddenly knew I’d be adding to that drawing he’d commissioned. “Um, I just wanted to say in case I forget by the time my butt is really red, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
That was all I required to stop trying to fight the very thing I needed. This time when the strokes began, I accepted each one as the gift it truly was. And when the quilt beneath my face was soaked with my tears, he lifted me into his arms and rocked me with a gentleness that healed my soul.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find his and when I smiled, his lips curled as well.
And when I pushed my palms against his chest, he knew I wasn’t pushing him away, but that I was ready.
He laid back and lifted me from his lap so I could control the ride.
Once I was straddling his hips, I gasped as his erection brushed against my roasted ass.
I purposely shifted in order to brush against it again and again and then again.
“Pixie? Do you need some help?”
I froze and then turned to look at him. “Nope. Just checking out the equipment to make sure everything is in place and ready before I mount.”
“Ahh, so that’s what it’s called,” he said with a grin that had my nipples tightening even more. “And is it?”
“Is it what?”
He chuckled. “Ready?” he coaxed.
“Hmmm, I better double-check.” I lifted onto my knees, not taking my eyes off his as I reached between my legs and drew a single finger through the lips of my sex.
I was rewarded with the sight of his pupils dilating as I lifted my glistening finger to my mouth and ever so slowly slid it between my lips.
I could feel his erection growing as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, making sure I thrust my breasts out as far as I could while adding a flip of my hair as I looked back over my shoulder to see a drop of precum oozing from the slit on his dick.
Smiling, I looked at him again and released my finger with a pop.
“I think—”
“You better saddle up before I embarrass myself,” he cut in.
I giggled and then squealed when his hands came up to encircle my waist as he lifted me and settled me in that very saddle.
“Ride ’em, cowgirl,” he said once my eyes had stopped rolling with the pure ecstasy of feeling so incredibly filled as I sank down inch by inch until out bodies were nestled together.
“Giddyup,” I drawled and began to move.
It wasn’t perfect but its very imperfection made it the most perfect ride of my life. When he began to stroke my clit as I rode, I almost unseated myself from the jolt of electricity that shot straight through me.
His free hand tightened at my waist. “Whoa there, cowgirl.”
I opened my eyes for the first time in who knew how long and looked up to see him grinning. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“Pardon me, ma’am, shall I cease?”
When I felt his finger leave my clit, I immediately grabbed his hand. “You do and I just might die.”
“Can’t have that,” he said. “Let’s see how you are at riding a bucking bronco.”
I didn’t have time to ask what that meant before he began to thrust his hips up as I came down, and as I felt my climax building and building, then burst through every cell in my body, I learned that I could last far longer than eight seconds as I rode that stallion until his bellow joined mine as we came together.
As I lay sprawled across his chest, the sound of his pounding heart in my ear had me smiling.
“How’d I do, Daddy?”
“I hereby crown you the queen of the rodeo,” he said, dragging me up in order to kiss me before rolling to his side and then wrapping his arms around me.
I closed my eyes, thinking nothing could ever be more perfect than this moment until his lips brushed against my ear.
“I love you, my redheaded pixie queen.”
Turns out I was never so happy to be so very wrong.