It felt good to be watched too, knowing he was looking down at her. She opened her eyes briefly. His cock was pointing toward her, he was stroking it as he watched, his magnificent naked body right there at the end of the bed.
She felt herself tensing up, the sensations inside her growing stronger. She was almost there. She was going to come in front of him. Any moment it would hit her if she just…
“Stop,” he said out of nowhere.
Her hands automatically moved away although she moaned with frustration as they did so.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding his fingers up her ankles. “I just wanted to check you can obey Daddy when you have to. Touch again but you must stop when I tell you.”
Her hands slid back to her clit as he let go of her. This time it didn’t take as long to get to the edge. She thought about him inside her by the creek, how good it had felt. Just when she was right on the cusp of coming, he again told her to stop. It was harder to do so a second time but she managed it, just.
“Almost earned another spanking,” he said, taking hold of her feet, kissing them softly.
His hand slid further, his lips following, kissing his way up her ankles, her calves, her knees, her thighs. With each embrace, she inhaled sharply, wanting him higher, needing more.
“I love you,” he said as his tongue flicked toward her clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice strained as his tongue delved inside her, exploring her folds, his hands never still, always moving.
He teased her for too brief a time and then he was moving up, kissing her stomach, her nipples, her neck, her arms.
He crushed her under his bulk but she felt safe, knowing all that strength was only there to protect her, not hurt her.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth at the same moment as he slid into her. The sensation was too much.
She let out a deep groan of satisfaction as he thrust deeper, his hand on her clit, trapped between their two bodies, slipping over her in the same motion she had used.
It took her under a minute to reach orgasm. When it hit, she cried out into his mouth but he didn’t stop, only slowed for a moment before starting to thrust faster.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he said, sliding out at last, twisting her around on the bed. “Onto all fours.”
As she got into position, he climbed off the bed, collecting a bottle from the nearby drawer. Bringing it back, he undid the lid, squeezing a clear liquid onto his hand. “What’s that?” she asked.
“I didn’t do the aftercare,” he replied, sliding his hand over her ass. The cooling sensation was immediate and she sighed with happiness.
“Works as lube too,” he added, sliding his finger between her buttocks, finding that hole again.
She tensed up, wondering if it would hurt but he didn’t rush. He took his time, teasing and circling there until she was desperate for more.
When he slipped a finger into her, he touched her clit at the same time and she felt immediately as if another climax was approaching. His finger delved a little deeper into her ass.
“I think you can fit me in there,” he said, sliding his finger back out. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He positioned himself behind her hips, taking hold of his cock. She glanced back at him. “Be gentle,” she said.
“Always,” he replied. “Remember the safe word if you need it.”
Then he was pushing the tip of his cock toward her ass. She tensed up against it but the lube took the pressure away, making it easier for her to open up to him.
She took a breath and when she let it out he was inside. It had already happened. Her ass stretched, letting him move deeper into her.
Her hips began rocking before she knew they were doing it, gliding him back and forth. “Touch yourself again,” he said, starting to thrust into her.
She was impaled on his length, her fingers on her clit, bringing her much needed climax ever closer. She held her breath, her body tensing up as he started slamming into her.
It hit just before his own orgasm, racing through her body as he spurted deep inside her, his cock twitching and shaking, her limbs doing the same.
She groaned with pleasure into the pillow as he slowly rocked his way back out of her. She collapsed onto the bed and he lay beside her, stroking her chest.
“I think I’m going to like living here,” she said, surprised by how weak her voice sounded. Her whole body ached. There was no way of not knowing what he’d just done to her. “I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve never done that before.”
“Only happens to good girls,” he replied, kissing her cheek.
“I would have thought it was the kind of thing bad girls did.”
“No, bad girls get much worse.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
She pouted and he laughed. “Don’t sulk.” He kissed her again. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered before smiling as she added, “Daddy.”
16
Marcus
Marcus was in the stable when Alison’s father rang. He was using the dandy brush while Alison was down the far end, mucking out the last couple of stables.
He had only just stopped when her cellphone rang. It was positioned on the shelf out of the way over by the feedbags.
She looked at it and then at him. They didn’t even need words anymore. She was asking for permission with her eyes.
“Go ahead,” he said, nodding back at her. “I can finish off down there in a minute.”
It had been two weeks since she’d arrived at the ranch and she had settled in like she’d always been there. Wearing little clothes most of the time, she only took them off on days like this, days when there was work to do.
She never complained about it either. Whatever was asked of her, she just got on with it. Looking at her as she walked over to the cellphone, he marveled at her beauty again.
The sunlight from outside was streaming in, illuminating her face and making her look like an angel. Even in that shirt, he could picture her body underneath.
How had he gotten so lucky? He glanced up above him. Whoever had a sense of humor up there must have known what they were doing. It had all worked out.
Jack was buying her designs from her and she was talking to factories to get them made as quickly as possible. It was all good.
Except for her father.
It was a shame but he’d not rung once, not even to thank Jack for pointing out that his girlfriend was a thief. He’d written to them accusing them of slander and libel by even mentioning it, threatening all kinds of lawsuits.
Cathy was a respectable woman and wouldn’t do that kind of thing and how dare they even suggest it.
Jack shrugged it off. “Let him sue,” he said. “At least there’ve been no more thefts from the ranch since we told him.”
Alison picked up the cellphone and put it to her ear. “Dad,” she said, sounding shocked. “How are you?” She listened in silence for a while.
Marcus watched, wondering what her father was saying to her, ready to step in if she started looking upset.