Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
T ildi blinked up at him. Her pussy clenched at the thought of what he might have in mind. She was all in for whatever he wanted. After what he’d just said to her about them both being warriors and survivors, he could ask her for anything.
She didn’t believe him, of course. But the fact he believed it gave her hope that one day she might.
“It’s my turn to, well... warm you up,” she said, her cheeks burning. How did people do this sexy pillow talk stuff? “I don’t think I could possibly, um, warm up again.”
A lazy, sexy smile lit his face. “Challenge accepted, little girl.”
Oh dear. She had never been able to come more than once, and she didn’t want to disappoint him.
“But that’s not fair. I want you to, you know, warm up, too.”
“Oh, I will. But first, I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. Then we’ll take care of me. After that, we’re probably going to sleep for the rest of the day. Among other things.”
Oh, the wicked gleam in his eyes did twitchy things to her girlie bits.
“But, I can’t–”
He cut her off. “Seems like we need to review a few things, naughty girl. Who’s in charge?”
“You are, Daddy, but–”
Again, he didn’t let her finish. “That means every part of you is under my control.”
She got that, but he didn’t know her or her body. She tried again. “Yes, but–”
Once again, he broke in. Her hackles were starting to rise.
“That means I am in charge of your pleasure, little one. You need to lay back, enjoy, and trust Daddy.”
That was easy for him to say. He wouldn’t be the one who ended up disappointed. Well, he would, but it wouldn’t be her fault.
Wait. It wouldn’t be her fault. All she had to do was give control over to him and the results were in what he had proven to be his very capable hands. Fine by her. He couldn’t say she hadn’t tried to warn him.
“Oh yeah? What makes you think you can?” she demanded, but this time she did it with a smile. She threw her leg over his hip and traced the skull tattoo over his heart. She made a mental note to ask him what it meant. Later.
His eyes darkened to a deep forest green. “That’s what you’re about to find out, babygirl.”
“Mm,” she hummed. “And what if I resist?”
“Other than another red ass, you mean? Well, I do have some restraints around here somewhere. If all other methods of persuasion fail, I’ll just handcuff you to the bed.”
She laughed. How long had it been since she had joked like this with someone? Had she ever joked like this? Using nothing but his words, he already had her pussy throbbing, which she hadn’t known was even possible.
“No need for extreme measures, Daddy. I hereby relinquish control.”
“Good plan,” he said, his voice now dropping to a guttural tone that sent tingles down her spine all the way to her wet sex.
“Now, second thing to discuss. I want to be inside you, babygirl, buried balls deep in that sweet pussy. I don’t have any condoms, though. How are you for birth control?”
Heat suffused her face. Geeze, she was old enough not to blush like a schoolgirl when talking about this.
“I’m covered,” she said. “I had an implant put in my arm not long before I… not too long ago. It should still be active. And they retested me for everything every time they moved me, so I’m clean.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’ve been tested, so I’m clean, too. Are you comfortable with us having unprotected sex?”
She didn’t have to give it much thought. She wanted him and didn’t want to miss the chance to make love to someone she cared about who seemed to care about her. She had the feeling being with Boone might ruin her for most other men. Then again, she might never meet another man like him again anyway.
She nodded. “I’m more than comfortable with that, Daddy.”
He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. Lowering his head to hers, he took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His need for her spiraled her own desire even higher.
He didn’t just kiss her. No, he plundered every part of her mouth. He was not playing around. He laced his fingers through her hair and angled her head to take the kiss even deeper.
The fire his dominance lit in her belly was only surpassed by the slickness it caused between her legs. He wasn’t fooling around. There was no doubt who was in charge here. None.
His cock pressed hard against her thigh, making her want to wrap her hand around it and stroke him. He smelled of musk and salt and male. God, she needed him.
As if he could read her mind, he rolled on top of her, grabbing her hands and pinning them beside her head. Why had he talked about restraints earlier? Clearly, he didn’t need them.
He parted her legs with his knee and said, “Eyes to me, babygirl.”
Her eyes immediately found his, and she sucked in a breath at the desire she found burning there. For her.
“Who controls your pleasure, Tildi?” he demanded.
“You,” she said, her voice husky with need.
He pushed his cock inside her slowly, rocking his hips so he went deeper each time. The pleasure was euphoric, but she wanted him buried deep inside her. He needed to hurry.
With a growl, he seated himself deep within her. She cried out, wishing she had the use of her arms to grasp his shoulders. Ripples of pleasure were just out of her reach. If he would just move, she could be there. Once again, she rocked to try and spur him on.
He pulled back slightly and stilled.
No. No! She was almost there. He needed to move. When he didn’t, she cried out, “Please,” and attempted to lift her hips higher to take what she needed.
His hand landed sharply on the side of her bottom. “Who is in charge of your pleasure, greedy girl?” he growled. When she shook her head, he demanded, “Tell me. Who controls your orgasms, Tildi?”
Oh God. His erection pulsed inside her. She clamped down hard on his cock and took satisfaction in the groan he let escape.
He lowered himself so his chest pressed into her breasts, the hair tickling her tight nipples. Shifting both her hands into one of his, he rolled her over and smacked her bottom twice. The fire his hand created there slipped somehow to her already weeping pussy. His hand was as hard as an oak paddle as he smacked her again on the other side.
His lips caressed her ear. “Tell me who is in charge, Tildi, before I pull out of your needy pussy and stroke myself until I come all over these gorgeous breasts without letting you come.”
He wouldn’t dare. But taking in the primitive desire in his eyes told her he would. She would die if he did.
“You do, Daddy. You control everything.” She gave him the words he wanted to hear because they were true.
Rolling her back over, he balanced on his elbows, never looking away from her, and slowly began to move again. He slid in and out of her slick channel, stoking all the flames back to a feverish pitch and bringing her to the edge. Then he stopped. Again.
She held tight to his shoulders, just in case he planned to make good on his threat. If he tried to stand, he was taking her with him.
“One more time, babygirl. Who is in charge of your orgasms?”
She was tired of fighting. They both knew the answer. It was the one they both wanted. So, she gave it to him.
“You are, Daddy. You are always in charge,” she said.
“Damn straight,” he growled again, then buried himself in her to the hilt.
“Yes, Boone, oh god, yes!”
He dug his fingers into her hips, setting up a fast, hard rhythm that had her seeing stars. Finally, with one powerful thrust, he rocked against her in a way that hit the magical spot again inside her and commanded, “Come now, babygirl.”
She obeyed, coming so hard her back arched off the bed as she screamed his name over and over. Just as she was coming down, he grabbed her bottom and lifted her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up for him to go even deeper.
He held her easily, pounding into her until she was shuddering once again, and still, he kept grinding into her. With a primal bellow, he came inside her so powerfully she could feel each pulse as he filled her with his seed.
When he finished, he rolled to the side and cradled her against his chest. He must have found a remote control that darkened the windows because the room grew dark.
Not that she would be able to sleep anyway. Her body was like a wet noodle, but her mind was racing one hundred miles an hour. There was no way she’d ever be able to sleep.
The next thing she knew, Boone was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes. He was dressed in different clothes, clean and dry, and the room now glowed with morning sun. At least, she assumed it was morning. So much for not being able to sleep.
“Time to rise and shine, sleepyhead. I know Puff slept well, but how about you, babygirl?”
She stretched and wished she hadn’t. Her muscles told her in no uncertain terms she needed to exercise more. She had muscles that ached in places she didn’t even know had muscles.
Not all her aches were bad though. She was deliciously sore from her time with her Daddy last night. It had been the best experience of her entire life. She must have winced. Of course, he noticed.
“What’s the matter, babygirl? Are you sick? Do we need to take your temperature? I should never have made you jump into the freezing water.”
She placed a hand on his arm. “I’m not sick. I’m just sore because I have the physical fitness level of a baby sloth.”
Boone’s eyes narrowed. “That wouldn’t be you talking bad about yourself, would it, Bluebell? Because there aren’t many things that will get your butt roasted faster than making negative comments like that.”
Yikes. Time to backtrack.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I just meant I’m really sore, and no one else is. I’m not in good shape.”
“I’ll bet you aren’t. You’ve spent the past year being moved from one small room to the next. You spent all your energy staying sane and keeping yourself alive. Most people wouldn’t do that. You need to get in better shape? I’m all for it. You need to learn how to defend yourself? We’re headed to a working ranch, little one. I’ll remind you of how you're longing to get in shape in a few weeks. Ranching is a physical life. Not to mention, you’ll be doing training with the rest of Wilder Security in my downtime, learning how to shoot and fight. Believe me when I tell you that you are going to have more opportunities than you’ll want soon enough.”
He said that like she didn’t want to go with him. Or that she wouldn’t pull her weight if she did. Didn’t he know he was waving her dreams in front of her? There was nothing she wanted to do more than jump on that plan with both feet. She wanted to go to his ranch with him so badly it hurt.
She should have known better than to complain. That was one reason she was so good at working the parties at her catering job. Growing up with the General had given her plenty of practice in smiling on the outside and giving people what they wanted. No one wanted to hear her complain. It was her job to be grateful.
She was smart. She was wealthy, or her family was anyway. She only got the things her father thought would help her meet his expectations. She was pretty, athletic, and talented in music. She had it all. What could she possibly have to complain about?
She’d scraped and fought for everything she’d gotten since the day she was born. She hadn’t been allowed to even think about what she wanted. Not that it mattered. No one wanted to hear about her desires.
It was normal, expected. So, why did it hurt so badly when it came from Boone? She’d let herself believe it would be different with him. She should have known better.
“You’re totally right,” she said, staring down at her knees so he wouldn’t see her lip tremble. She knew all the tricks to hide what she really thought or felt. “I shouldn’t have talked like that. I’m being ungrateful, and… and you don’t deserve that. You saved my life, and I’ll be grateful to you forever. So… so yes, you say jump, and from now on, all you’ll hear from me is how h-high.”
There, she did it. Hopefully, he didn’t catch the hitch in her voice. But at least she’d made everything okay. She’d given him what he wanted. It sucked, but she wanted him to be happy with her. Now at least the rest of their trip back home would go smoothly.
Or so she’d thought, right up until he growled, “What the hell was that?”