Chapter Nine
Tucker
Sometimes, life hands you a plate of fucking lemons and the only reasonable solution is to make lemonade. I stare down at Tilly, the sweetest glass of lemonade I’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous. Gorgeous and filthy.
She loves the way I spanked her ass. Loves the way I command her. Loves the way my body feels behind hers. I can feel it in the way she breathes, in the way she sounds, in the way her scent fills the room like a salty fucking candle.
I’m sure some psychiatrist somewhere would have a field day with me and whatever mental health issue has me enjoying all this control, but there’s no cure like the one I’m about to indulge in.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, princess?”
She pauses and her mouth drops open slightly as though she isn’t sure if she wants to go along with this little game or not.
I can’t say I blame her. I’d bet I look rather scary to a small woman on her knees, and given the fact that part of her thinks I’m an awful, terrible man, I’d gather this whole situation is rather conflicting.
Jesus Christ, I hope she doesn’t back out. My balls are about to explode.
A lump passes down her delicate throat. “Because I was masturbating in your bed?”
“That’s right.” I brush my thumb along her cheek as I talk.
“You took advantage of the kindness I was offering. You came to my home, you took off your jeans, you slid into my bed, and you touched yourself on company hours. That’s very, very naughty.
Do you have anything you want to say for yourself? ”
Her chest rises and falls quickly as she blinks up at me. “I’m sorry.”
“Not good enough,” I groan. “Words won’t work, princess. You’ve got me all worked up. You have to get your mouth on my cock and give me relief.”
I unbuckle my jeans and tug out my aching dick. “Show me how deep you can take me. I need to see how far you can take this cock in your throat.”
She exhales softly, then grips me in her hand, her eyes on mine as she strokes, licks, and cups my balls, until finally, in one quick motion, she takes me in, her lips stretching around my width in and out, fast and hard, her tongue rolling in slow circles.
“Jesus Christ, that’s good. Good fucking girl.
Suck my come right out of my fucking balls!
” I dig my fingers into her soft hair and tug, guiding her down deeper as I think about how good she looked laying in my bed touching herself.
How good she sounded moaning out for relief. Fuck! “Harder! Just like that.”
Her cheeks are hollow as she sucks, and soon, she’s gagging and choking as I thrust her pretty, little throat deep down onto my cock.
It’s fucking magic. It’s pure fucking magic, and far too quickly, my balls are drawing up, my vision is going dark, and I’m unloading in her innocent, little mouth like a broken man.
The second my salt hits her tongue, she moans and whines, bouncing her knees up and down as though she’s excited for my release.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl, my chest tight. “Show me what you made me do.”
Her mouth drops open and milky hot come drips from her chin and down onto her full breasts, slipping into her cleavage as she stairs up at me with the sweetest fucking grin.
Fuck, this isn’t right. I know that, but I can’t stop myself from wanting more. I’ve just unloaded, but I’m already fantasizing about the filthy things I can boss her into doing.
On her knees, on her back, on my face… the possibilities are endless.
I weave my fingers through her hair and help her up from her knees, her bright blue eyes still staring up at me like she’s willing and ready for anything.
I don’t deserve this. I really don’t fucking deserve this.
“Why do you like being told what to do?” I ask, holding her pretty, little body close to me.
Her chest rises and falls slowly as she shrugs.
“I spend all day making decisions. Decisions about patient care, paperwork, dinner, how to help my friends, how to help family, what cleaning products are safe to use, how to save for retirement, where’s best to invest, what I should wear, how I should do my hair, whether I should wear makeup, what I should bring to the work potluck.
It’s all so overwhelming. There’s something that feels so good about being told what to do, and the way you do it, is so…
confident, like there’s no other choice.
It makes the whole experience feel real. ”
“It is real,” I groan and spank her little ass. “I expect you to do as I ask.”
“I know.” She bites back a grin, my come still dripping from her sweet, little face.
“Good. Now go get ready for Fall Fest. I can’t take you out looking so filthy.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles again and turns away, her big, round ass bouncing behind her as she moves toward the attached bathroom.
It’s now that I try my hardest not to imagine more. I can’t let myself go to the place where I think about what this could be.
This is all there is. This is all we have. This day, this hour, this night.
There’s no world where I take her for good.
No world where the sheriff’s baby sister somehow falls in love with me and we decide to have a family.
No world where Fall Fest is an annual event we look forward to each year.
No world where I order this little princess onto her knees for me over and over each night for eternity.
No, that’s impossible, and I need to remember that and refocus on the reason I came in here, to get the evidence of Wren and Kade’s whereabouts. That’s the real drama. If anyone finds out we relocated them, Atlas and I are going away for who the hell knows how long.
When I hear the water running in the shower, I head toward my office, pull the Buffalo Bill DVD off the shelf, and take out the photograph of Wren, Kade, and their son, Beau.
I don’t keep mementos of the people we’ve moved.
We do everything off site, use a few trusted partners, money is all transferred in cash, and after the move, we no longer contact those that’ve used our service.
That works both ways. Folks that’ve been relocated don’t reach out to us either.
It’s for the safety of everyone involved and we haven’t had a problem with it yet.
At least we didn’t until this photo of Kade and Wren came in a month ago. It was unmarked and I have no idea who dropped it off. The only thing in the plain white envelope was the picture of the happy family. No note. No nothing.
I don’t even know if it was Kade and Wren who sent it. Hell, for all I know, it could be a fake, someone trying to find something out. I should’ve tossed it, but for some reason, I stuffed it in this DVD case instead.
“This look okay?” Tilly steps into my office wearing a pair of jeans and a camo T-shirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail. “I know it’s not the slutty look I introduced myself with, but this is way more me.”
“You look great. Truth be told, I prefer this version of you.” I stuff the photo back into the DVD case and slide it into the top drawer of my desk. I’d had plans to move it or burn it, but I wasn’t expecting Tilly back so soon.
“Thanks! What are you up to?” She steps into the room further, her long hair swinging with every move.
“I was paying some bills.”
She nods, though I know she wants to ask more questions. Questions she deserves to know the answers to. Answers I can’t give her.
No matter how long we spend together, how close we get, how hard I fuck her, I can never tell her the truth about Kade and Wren. Their existence, their whereabouts, their life will always be a secret to her. A truth only I can know.
That reality is rattling around in my brain when Tilly shoots another smile in my direction. “Ready to head to Fall Fest?”
“Go get in my truck, princess.” I toss her the keys. “I’ll be right there.”
She nods as I lock the top drawer to the desk and head out behind her, my heart and my head at war.