“Let my Daddy choose what I wear and what I eat? I think so.”
“Not just that. You’d have to accept whatever punishments I hand out, accept me taking care of you even if you don’t want me to.”
“If I can handle helping a cow give birth I reckon I can handle that,” she said with a smile. “So what now?”
“You call your father and tell him you’re staying here with me. We’ll go get your things this evening.”
Alison dug out her cellphone and dialed. There was no answer. That wasn’t surprising. He had company.
“Hey, Dad,” she began, speaking to his voicemail. “They’ve offered me a job at the ranch. I’ve said yes so you’ll finally have the house to yourself. I’ll come get my stuff tonight. Oh, and guess what. Remember Marcus? He works here too. How weird is that? Anyway, see you later on, I guess.”
She hung up. “That’s that done,” she said. “What now?”
“Now we take a horseback ride together.”
10
Marcus
The ride out together was the best Marcus had ever experienced. He had enjoyed riding since coming to the ranch but he’d always seen it as a solo activity, just him and the horse. Not anymore.
They rode out together around the perimeter of the ranch and then into the hills beyond, the mountains a constant companion in the distance.
This was different. It was as if he’d never known that something was missing but now Alison was beside him, that missing part was gone, filled in by her. He felt complete.
They took it steady. The fastest they got up to was a canter, Alison taking a while to relax into things.
He took them out to the creek at the far east boundary of the ranch, nestled in a valley out of sight of everything but the trees.
Coming to a halt, he tied up the horses to a tree trunk before helping her down, heading down to the river where it ran slowest, the water crystal clear and sparkling in the sunlight.
“What do you think?” he asked, looking out across the water.
“I think it’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen,” she replied, turning to smile up at him. “Why’d you have that crop if you don’t use it?”
“This?” He smiled. “Just in case you misbehave. Fancy a swim?”
“I haven’t brought anything to change into.”
“Me neither.” He pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the grass next to him. “Guess we’ll have to do it this way.”
He kicked off his boots, undoing his pants and then shoving them down. He saw her eyes going to his boxer shorts and suppressed a smile. “Your turn,” he said, walking over to her. “Not going shy on me, are you?”
She said nothing, swallowing twice as he stood towering over her.
He leaned forward, kissing her lightly. She pressed herself against him as his hand slid around the back of her head, holding her tight.
Their lips grazed together several times and then her tongue tentatively slid into his mouth. Their embrace deepened, his cock responding, his body heating up. He pulled away suddenly, leaving her looking dazed.
“Let me help,” he said, reaching down to take hold of her tee-shirt. He lifted it slowly up her chest, taking his time, allowing his fingers to brush her skin.
Her bra was cream and lacy and a second later it was unhooked, sliding off her shoulders. He couldn’t help but stare at her nipples as they came into view, pebbling in the cool air.
He wanted to wrap his lips around them, his cock already stiffening in his boxer shorts.
He kneeled down, peeling her jodhpurs until they reached the top of her riding boots. Getting frustrated, he grabbed her, lowering her onto her back, unzipping the boots and tossing them aside.
That done he was able to get the jodhpurs off, leaving her in just her panties, the frilly panties he’d left in her wardrobe hoping she would wear.
His cock was rock hard, sticking out of the top of his boxer shorts. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slid them down to her ankles, bunching them into his hand and then throwing them onto the pile of clothes.
“That’s the best swimming gear there is,” he said. “Ready to go in?”
“It looks cold,” she said, getting to her feet, one arm across her chest, the other between her legs, blocking his view. “Do I have to?”
He nodded, taking her arms and moving them down to her sides. “You don’t need to hide anything from your Daddy,” he said. “Now let’s swim.”
“It looks too cold.”
“That’s a warning. You either swim with me or you earn a punishment.”
“But I don’t know if I’ll like it.”
“Ever wild swum before?”
“Nope.”
“Then how do you know until you try it? Last chance to go in.”
“I don’t know if I want to.”
“Give it a go.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“That’s it. On all fours right now.” His voice turned cold. “Right now, Alison.”
She looked at him and gulped, turning away and kneeling down, bending at the hips so her ass was pointing up at him.
“Head on the ground and keep it there,” he said. “Legs spread further apart.”
She obeyed at once. He picked up the riding crop. “Brace yourself,” he said. “You asked for this.”
He brought the crop down across her ass, not too hard but hard enough to make her cry out. A red welt rose on her skin as she squirmed in place. “Ow!” she cried out, shifting in place.
He brought the crop down a second time and then a third. “Still refusing to go in?” he asked, sliding his hands over her ass, his cock twitching, desperate to be inside her.
“That hurt,” she replied, twisting around to look at him, her cheeks flushed. “A lot.”
“I know,” he replied. “But it’s all over now.”
He slid his boxer shorts off, adding them to the pile, aware of the way she was staring at his cock. “Can I…?” Her voice faded away.
“Can you what?”
“Nothing.”
“Can you touch it? Is that what you were going to say? Yes, you can touch it. Go ahead.”
She reached her hands toward him but then stopped as if she’d been burned. “Can I?” she asked again.
He took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. “How does it feel?” he asked.
“I wondered what that looked like for so long,” she replied, staring down at it. “Is it all for me?”
“While I’m your Daddy it’s all for you,” he said, guiding her hand back and forth along the shaft. “Want to taste it?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly, sinking to her knees. “Open your mouth,” he continued. “Stick out your tongue.”
She was so obedient, it drove him wild. He slid his cock over her tongue. sliding it around her lips before plunging toward the back of her throat, taking hold of her hair.
He guided her back and forth along the length of him, her tongue flicking as best it could while she almost choked on his length.
“Good girl,” he said. “Taste good?”