Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
Reese took a deep breath, trying to get her thoughts in order, and to quiet the fear running through her veins.
This is your Daddy, and he cares about you.
But did he care enough to hear all of this without it being too much to handle? Without thinking she had somehow brought Ernie’s attention on herself?
The answer to the question would require a leap of faith—one she discovered she was willing to take.
“So… you know I worked for the Hutchinsons for a while. And most of the time it was great. They were sorta like the grandparents I never had. Except when their son Ernie was around. He wasn’t there very often, but when he was, he was always… mean. He didn’t like that his parents were so good to me. And he always complained about the animals taking up space in the barn.”
Arlo nodded. “Go on. There has to be more.”
She bit her lip for a moment. “There is but… I’m afraid…” Tears stung her eyes and clogged her throat, and she had to stop for a second. Her Little self really wanted to come out, to seek protection, but she knew she had to handle this as an adult. She tried again. “I’m afraid you’re gonna maybe judge me.”
Arlo held her hand in his, and his was big and warm and comforting. “Honey, I’ve already seen that he’s an asshole. Why would I judge you for that?”
“Because people judge women for these kinds of things.”
Not for Ernie being a jerk in general, but what he’d done to her… a lot of people might think she invited it in some way. Ernie sure did.
“Reese. Tell me,” he demanded, his tone gentle, but she knew he was not messing around.
“Daddy? I swear I’m in a Big girl headspace, but may I please be in your lap for this part? I just need to be close. Please.”
“Of course. Come here, baby,” he said, opening his arms.
She climbed in and kept her cheek pressed to his chest so she could hear his heartbeat as he stroked her hair.
“Okay, honey. Tell me the rest,” he repeated.
“It’s just that… he… he attacked me.”
She heard his heart thunder under her cheek.
“He what ? God damn it!” he growled. “I will take that fucker down if it’s the last thing I do. He’s going to regret ever going anywhere near you! We’re gonna need to get Derek and Jared to file a police report and go after that predator.”
His arms tightened around her, and she was so shocked by his reaction that she couldn’t even cry for a moment.
“Please don’t,” she begged, looking up at him.
His blue eyes were glowing so bright, they were burning. She couldn’t handle any anger right now. She just needed the comfort of her Daddy.
“Daddy, please don’t. I need you… I need you to be calm. For me.”
“Damn. I’m sorry, babygirl,” he said, holding her closer and kissing her hair. “I’ll try to stay calm. But we have to file a police report, honey, so he doesn’t hurt anyone else. Master Derek and the Ranch attorney will see this guy is taken care of. But it just kills me to hear this. Can you tell me the details? I’ll keep my composure, I promise.”
It hurt to even think about saying it out loud, but he made her feel safe in a way she never had before. Her Daddy and all the people at the Ranch.
“He… well… that last day he came at me in the barn, and he… he pushed me down and tried to… he tried to…” The tears came, choking her so hard she couldn’t continue.
She could practically hear Arlo grinding his jaw.
“He hurt you?” he asked, his tone low, dangerous.
“Only a little. I promise. He tried to. He… he undid my jeans, but then Bossy P came at him and pecked him until he ran out to his truck, and he saved me!” she exclaimed, but the memory of the way the parrot had come to her aide only made her cry even more.
“Good boy, P! I wish he’d pecked his eyes out,” Arlo said, cradling her in his arms.
“He really almost did.”
“Damn it,” he said quietly, shifting so he could pull a handkerchief from his back pocket and use it to wipe her face. “My poor sweetheart. I am trying really hard to swallow my anger—at him, not you, I swear it. How could you think I’d believe for even a second that any of this was your fault?”
She hiccupped, trying to get the tears to stop, but it was such a relief to tell someone. Even more because it was her Daddy.
“I don’t know. I guess because”—she paused as another hiccup shook her whole body—“because people just do . Which is why I recorded it on my phone, but still…”
“You did? What a smart, brave girl you are! That was some quick thinking, babygirl, and I’m so proud of you. We’ll need to turn that over to the authorities when we make the report; that guy is not going to get away with this. But even if you didn’t have that recording, I’m not ‘people,’ honey. I’m your Daddy. And I know you. Your honesty. Your gentleness. Your sweet innocence. All of that is what’s made me fall so damn hard for you.”
That stopped her tears. She pushed back so she could see his face. “You… what?”
“I guess this wasn’t the ideal time to tell you that,” he said.
“It’s the perfect time!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face there.
They sat like that for a while, just quietly holding on to each other, and then he kissed the top of her head. But it didn’t feel like enough. She tilted her face and looked into his eyes, silently begging to be kissed.
And he did kiss her, gently at first, treating her as if she was a fragile thing. But she didn’t want to be fragile. Not anymore. She’d gotten a big chunk of her broken pieces out, and it felt good. She felt so safe, so cared for. She pressed her lips harder against his, needing him. But he was still being too gentle with her.
She pulled back. “Daddy? You know I’m not totally innocent, right? I mean in general.”
“Well, I guess I do, baby.”
“I just wanted you to know.”
“How come, honey?”
“Because if I need you to spank me now to take all the icky away, I need…” She took a breath, trying to gather some courage. “I need you to not be so careful with me. And because being so close to you when you spank me has… other effects on me sometimes. Grownup effects. And I like it. But it leaves me feeling a little frustrated because I need more. I really do.”
Arlo’s brows shot up. “Reese, I think I know what you’re saying, but this seems like the worst possible time to take our physical relationship any further, after the way seeing Ernie triggered you.”
“Daddy, I know I’m a Little. I get it. But right now I’m just me . You know I’m gonna be twenty-six in a few days. I know what I want, and it’s you. And sometimes I need a real grownup spanking.”
His dark brows drew together. “Have you ever had one before?”
“No. You’re the only person to ever spank me at all. But I’ve read about it, and talked to Wren about it, and she gave me some stuff to read that’s not fiction or romance stories.”
“She did, huh?”
Reese nodded, her body surging against him, needing as much closeness as possible.
“What if I still think it’s a bad idea right now?” he asked.
“Then I’ll probably have a major pout.”
That made him smile. “Sweetheart, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
She smiled back, her heart swelling in her chest. “I know,” she answered, and even though her words were partly sass, she also realized for the first time he was right. “Does that mean you’ll give me a grownup spanking? And everything that can come with it?”
“How about this? We both get cleaned up, I make you dinner here, then we’ll see how you’re feeling. I will spank you to get the ick out, but the rest, well, we’ll have to see.”
“Do I get any say in it?”
“I think you’ve had your say, babygirl. Now it’ll be up to me to read you. But thank you for being so brave. Not only for telling me what happened to you, but for telling me what you need from me. Being that honest is a pretty incredible thing, and you should be as proud of yourself as I am of you.”
She grabbed his face for another kiss, smiling as his lips met hers. Then he took hers in a deep kiss so full of emotion, she nearly started to cry again.
But the tears were done for now. And once again, she could barely believe this was her life, and how lucky she was.
They got up and he ran a bath for her, including the scented bubbles she loved, and while she soaked, he started dinner. When she was fresh and clean and dressed in the pink cotton bathrobe he’d gotten for her to keep at his house, he asked her to keep an eye on the pasta he’d started while he grabbed a quick shower.
She stirred the pasta, then removed it from the burner and drained it when the timer went off, just as Arlo appeared in fresh jeans and bare feet. Her whole body gave a long, warm shiver at the sight of his muscled arms and his bare, broad chest. She let her gaze wander to the narrow line of dark hair leading down to his jeans and disappearing beneath the waistband, and she had to bite her lip at the wave of desire that shot through her.
That grownup spanking couldn’t happen soon enough.
They ate and chatted about the birthday lunch the girls had planned for her, and she couldn’t wait. After dinner was over, she helped Arlo with the dishes then he took her out to the patio to sit in the twilight. They held hands, and he spoke to her about his years working on horse ranches, about how happy he’d been when he came to work at Rawhide Ranch, about how the Ranch folks truly had become family.
Finally, Arlo checked his watch.
“Well, looks like it’s been an hour, babygirl. You feel like you’ve digested your dinner?”
“Yes,” she answered, her body lighting up, knowing what he was really asking. “I’m ready for anything and everything, Daddy. I feel like I need the kind of healing only you can give me. I really, really do.”
He gave a single nod. “Then come with me, babygirl.”
She followed him back into the house, and he led her to the bedroom, where he sat on the end of the bed.
“Reese? Come over here. Daddy is going to undress you, honey.”
“Oh! I…” She was surprised by his command, but she wasn’t really questioning him. It was just that this was something they’d never done before. “Yes, Daddy.”
She moved closer, and he pulled her between his legs, and he kissed her. Gently at first, then with more passion, until she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body throbbing with heat.
He moaned against her mouth before he pulled away to gently slip the robe from her shoulders, leaving her in her pink cotton panties. Her nipples went hard; not because she was cold, but because of his expression as his gaze reached her breasts.
She was definitely nowhere close to feeling Little.
She shivered, goosebumps rising all over her skin. It was the way Arlo was looking at her, his blue gaze roaming from her toes to her eyes and everywhere in between, an expression of awe on his face.
“Baby, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
Heat rose in her cheeks. “Aw, Daddy…”
“Now come here and lay across Daddy’s lap. I am gonna spank you so good, baby. And you know to use your safe words if you need to.”
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
He motioned her closer, and she did as he asked, only feeling a little bit self-conscious at being nearly naked in front of him, and wondering if he would take down her panties, too, leaving her completely exposed across his lap with her bottom in the air. But she was also so turned on her legs were shaking as she moved to do as he asked.
He helped settle her over his thighs, and she felt the fabric of his jeans against her tummy, and the press of his erection against her side. A surge of heat rushed through her, and she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache there, but she did her best to hold still.
He began by running the palm of his hand over her back, slowly making his way down her spine. He paused when he reached the waistband of her panties, then slid his hand under the edge to stroke her bottom.
His touch felt so good, and she needed more so desperately she didn’t know how she could possibly wait. But he just kept stroking her skin: her lower back, her cheeks, the crease where her bottom met the top of her thighs, and she was so wet she was afraid he could feel it on his leg.
“You sure do have the prettiest skin, baby. I could touch you all day.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“But first, I have to spank you,” he said before pulling her panties down a bit.
He stroked a hand over one cheek, then the other, then he gave each side a little smack. It didn’t hurt; it just felt good. She wiggled her butt.
He chuckled. “Is this your way of asking for more?”
“Yes, Daddy. More, please.”
He gave her another smack, a little harder this time, then another, and another, each slap harder than the one before. He began to build a rhythm, and her body flooded with need, a sense of pure pleasure she’d never felt before, not even with him.
Harder and harder, until her skin really began to sting, then he slid his hand down the inside of one thigh.
“Ah, baby, you’re so wet.”
She tried to press her thighs together.
“No, don’t be embarrassed, honey. I love it so much. You have no idea. You being this wet makes Daddy so hard for you,” he murmured.
She loved hearing those words for the first time. It only made her body burn hotter for him.
He kept stroking her inner thigh, and with the other hand he kept spanking, slowly now, shifting from one side to the other, hard, solid slaps. And his hand between her thighs stroked her skin, down the back of her legs, then back up, working closer each time to that needy place between them.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“These have gotta come off,” he said, before pulling her panties all the way down her legs.
She was totally naked now, over his lap, her ass in the air, and he was touching her in ways she’d been dreaming of since she’d met him. Slow, sensual touches, a feathering of his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, and the occasional sharp smack on her butt or the back of her thighs. It was a heady combination of pain and pleasure, and she was already addicted.
When he finally ran his hand between her thighs, she sighed, surging back into his touch.
“Ah, good girl. Spread a little wider for me, honey.”
She did as he asked, and he gave each cheek a good, hard smack, making her jump, then he pressed a finger right into her wet, needy entrance.
“Oh! Oh, Daddy…”
Pleasure hit hard and deep and left her shaking all over.
He held his finger still for a few moments, then he slid inside her a little further.
“You good, babygirl?”
“Oh, yes. So good.”
“Are we green still?”
“Oh yes. Soooo green. Grass green. Sea green,” she said dreamily.
He chuckled. “Let’s see if we can go for emerald.”
He slipped his finger out, then added another and slid back inside her, and her core contracted around his probing fingers. He began a rhythm, a beat that matched the pulse of the heated blood in her veins. When he pumped faster, her heart raced in time with his hands, and pleasure shot through her like shards of white light—that sharp, that hot. He pulled out of her, shifted his hand, and pressing a thumb inside her, he used his fingers to massage her clit.
Need was a like a flame, scorching her inside and out.
“Ah! Daddy, please…”
“Please what, my baby?”
“Can I… do I need to ask permission?”
“Ah, that’s my good girl. Come for Daddy.”
He pressed on her swollen little nub and smacked her bottom at the same time, and her body exploded, shattered into a thousand stars behind her tightly closed eyes.
He didn’t stop, and the pressure built again, so fast she didn’t even have time to think about it. From some distant place she realized he was spanking her hard, but all she felt was the pleasure of his fingers on her, inside her.
“Ahhhh!”
She came once more, and this time sensation seemed to consume her, ripples radiating out from her core to her belly, her arms and legs, making her head spin. She’d made herself come before, of course, but she’d never been with anyone who seemed to just know her body, who could make her come so hard she was out of her head, floating on sensation.
“Lord, babygirl, do you have any idea what this is doing to me? Watching you come for me. Making you come. It’s a gift. And I need to do it again.”
“I don’t know… if I can,” she panted, still dizzy with the power of those two climaxes.
“You can. And you will,” he said, his tone full of gravel, full of need. “You’ll come for me, my baby. For Daddy.”
He lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, where he laid her on her back, and he bent over her, stroking her breasts. She arched her back, letting him know how much she loved his touch, and her nipples went hard before he even touched them. And when he did, his fingers feathering across the hard peaks, it felt almost as if his hand was between her thighs. And when he bent down to stroke his tongue over one, then the other, need lanced through her, so sharp she moaned. Then he sucked one into his mouth, and she arched harder. He sucked harder and harder, until it really began to hurt, but she loved it. He let her go and went to the other breast, licking, then sucking that nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip as he sucked, and she was going crazy with need.
He let her nipple go and sat back, then pulled her down to the bottom edge of the bed. He knelt there, pulling her legs over his shoulders, and she shivered as she realized what he was about to do.
He moved in, and she felt his warm breath on her damp thighs.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, his tone low and sultry.
Her core clenched at his words.
He leaned in and she tensed all over in anticipation, then he brushed his lips over her mound, and desire spiraled once more, making her ache.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please… kiss me there, Daddy.”
“Like this?” he asked before pressing a small kiss to the tip of her clit.
“Oh, yes…”
“And like this?” He used his hot, wet tongue to stroke the seam of her pussy from bottom to top, then down again.
“Mmm… yes…” She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how sharp the pleasure was.
He wrapped his big hands around both thighs, and she steeled herself for what was to come, sensing he was really going to get to work. And he did. He stroked her with his tongue again, and again, then he used his tongue to push in between her folds and found her wet hole and pushed his tongue inside her.
She’d never felt anything like it as he began to fuck her with his tongue, pushing it in, slipping it out. It was soft and sensual, and so, so good. She arched her hips, needing to get closer, needing more sensation.
Using his hands, he spread her thighs wider, and held them there, letting her know she was completely at his mercy. It was exactly where she wanted to be.
He pulled back long enough to say, “Stay right there.”
His tone of command was almost like another touch itself, sending need through her system.
While she held her thighs wide apart, he used his fingers to open her folds, his touch just rough enough to make her feel his command of her body, and he licked her opening, then moved a bit higher to lick at her swollen little nub.
“Oh! Yes, Daddy. Oh, god.”
He licked again, just light flicks that drove her crazy, and she arched her hips again, trying to tell him she needed more. But he kept teasing her with those too-light licks and flicks, until she thought she’d lose her mind.
Her body filled with need, her pussy ached, and when he pinched her folds in his strong fingers, the pain was like another layer of pleasure.
“Mmm…”
He finally started to really lick her clit, his tongue moving rhythmically, up and down, then in circles that brought her higher and higher, until she was balanced on the fragile edge, pleasure making her legs shake so hard, she had to use her hands to brace them. And just when she felt she couldn’t take another second, he thrust his fingers deep inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She came, crying out, shaking from head to toe as pleasure seemed to stroke her insides, to shiver over her skin.
“Ahhh! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
He kept working his fingers inside her as he sucked on her gently, milking every last bit of pleasure from her body.
He pulled back and kicked his jeans and his boxers off, and even though she hadn’t stopped trembling and was dizzy from coming so hard, she couldn’t help but appreciate his beautiful, masculine body, and the hard cock between his thighs.
“Yes, Daddy. I need you inside me,” she said, holding out her arms to him.
He smiled down at her, his blue eyes on fire with his own desire. Then he moved to the side table and pulled a condom from the drawer.
“I grabbed some of these a few days ago. Just in case you were ready at some point. I never thought it would be this soon, but I’m so glad, baby.”
She couldn’t say anything; she just watched, fascinated, as he rolled the condom over his erection. Then he climbed onto the bed, holding himself over her. And when he lowered his body, he just held her tight against him, and she loved the way his naked body felt against hers. Loved the intimacy of it. Then he eased back and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’m ready, Daddy. So ready for you.”
He bent to press his lips to hers, then he opened her mouth with his tongue, kissing her deeply. She’d never been kissed the way he kissed her. Never with such passion, such need. Never in a way that made her feel so cared for. Precious.
“Ready, baby?” he asked, his mouth only inches from hers.
“Oh, yes.”
He kissed her again as he pressed the tip of his swollen shaft to her entrance, and she opened her thighs for him. He surged into her, a little at a time. And even though she was soaking wet, she knew it might be hard to take a man of his size. But she took a breath, and he took it slow, inching in until he was firmly seated inside her.
“Lord, you feel good, babygirl.”
He’d never felt anything like her sweet little body. Her plump, gorgeous breasts. Her sweet, lovely face. And she was so damn wet, she’d come so hard for him. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel this good over and over. But he couldn’t deny how good she made him feel; the sweet press of her naked skin against his, the way she gave herself over to him.
He slung his hips back, holding himself up on his arms so he could see her face, and as he slowly surged inside her, her pretty blue eyes glazed over. And Lord, everything about her was so damn sensual, so purely erotic. He pulled back, thrust again, and this time she moaned, wrapping her legs more tightly around his body.
He took both her hands in one of his and held them firmly over her head, and her core clenched around his cock, telling him she loved him taking over.
He began to pump into her, slowly at first, then he found his rhythm, and she raised her hips to meet his with every stroke. Still holding her wrists, he used his free hand to slap her thigh, and every time he did, her sweet pussy grabbed him and she groaned.
He focused on moving faster, deeper, harder, and when he lowered his mouth to hers once more, she panted against his lips.
Pleasure built inside his body, spiraled, taking him higher and higher. And it was this beautiful girl, his babygirl, who took him there.
When he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, he snaked a hand between them to tease her clit, and they came together, both of them crying out, shivering together, overcome with pleasure and raw emotion. Then they collapsed together as he rolled onto his side and took her in his arms while they tried to catch their breath.
He’d known being with her this way was going to be amazing. But he’d never expected this sense of satisfaction that was so complete, so deep. He’d never expected to feel even closer to her. So close that it became clear in that moment he couldn’t live without her.
He’d have to do something about that. But first he had to do this all over again.