Daisy's body finally stopped trembling as the water started to cool down slightly. I knew that if I wanted to get back to work, we'd have to be quick about this. Otherwise, it would put me a half-day behind, and there was no such thing as falling behind schedule when you owned a farm.
"See that washcloth?" I asked gently, resting my chin on the top of her head. Daisy nodded, and I leaned around to graze my lips against her ear, "give it to me."
She took a deep breath as she leaned forward to retrieve it from the other end of the tub and handed it to me without so much as a backward glance. I reached around her, dipped it into the water, then reached for the bottle of body wash I kept on the other side of the bathtub and squeezed a generous amount into it. I made a show of it, I wanted her to take the moment I was giving her to compose herself because this was something that I had always enjoyed doing.
"Relax," I said softly into her ear. "I'm not here to hurt you."
Yet.
I began by pulling her hair gently enough to rest her back against me. Resting my cheek against the side of her head, I started to gently clean away the sweat and grit from the morning's chores from her body. I started with her belly because I wanted to kindle a fire there. I wanted her to want this more than I ever would, and in turn, it would make her much more complacent.
I shifted slightly beneath her as I brought my other arm around her and rested it against her newly cleaned stomach, bringing the other hand with the washcloth in it up to her small, perky tits. I took my time there—I squeezed and pulled them gently enough to evoke a short series of squeaks from her and chuckled when she placed a hand on mine to "help."
While I had her preoccupied with that, I slipped my other hand down her belly and rested it on her inner thigh. Her breath hitched because she had been anticipating my going straight for her cunt, but I always found that the worst part of any act is the anticipation. It can build up a moment of eagerness, sadness, longing, or desperation, then be shattered or completed depending on the whim of whoever built it up.
"Is that all there is to you?" I teased as she continued to squeeze my hand over her tits. "I think there's more, don't you?"
Daisy nodded rapidly; her eyes still closed as she finally released my hand. She used both of her hands to grab the one that was still resting on her inner thigh and shoved it closer to her pussy.
This was easy for me.
Almost too easy and damn near not worth the time I spent getting her to pull her weight earlier today, but it was the affection I had been craving recently that I knew I could play with for the time being.
And play I did.
I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, then slid one deep inside of her. She grunted slightly at the feeling of pressure. In a response to her reaction, I pushed in a little deeper.
"Doing okay?" I asked her as I slid another finger into her core, and she let out a hiss. I took it as a sign to continue, so I did. I wanted to be able to slide my fingers all the way inside of her before I started to play with her clit because I wanted to give her an idea of what life could be like here with me.
But when I pushed again a little further, and I felt a warm rush suddenly flow over my fingers, I realized that the little wildflower I had wanted to plant and watch grow, wasn't so wild after all.
I had just broken through her pistil, for lack of a better term, and now she was damaged goods.
However, I'd always been a man that finished what I started, so when she whimpered again and pushed my hand harder against her cunt, I let go of the washcloth and used those fingers to start rubbing her clit.
Her inexperience shown as brightly as the hot Oklahoma sun when she began to buck wildly against my hands.
I let her go, though.
Maybe this was the wild part of her spirit I thought I had seen at the corral. Either way, it was a source of entertainment for me and the affection that I needed.
For now, I would allow whatever happened to happen.
It didn't take much to get Daisy to the precipice of her euphoria or tip her over. It took even less to get her out of the tub when she realized that she had just let a man she barely knew claim her innocence.
I think what made it even more amusing for me was that she looked so ashamed of what we had just done, even though she moaned like a whore when she came.
"Can I ask you something?"
She wiped the tears away from her face as she reached for the cloth and began to wipe away at the blood on her thighs vigorously. When she had damn near scraped the skin down to the bone, she looked down at me and nodded.
"Ever hear the saying, 'you broke it, you bought it'?"
The smile that sleeked across my lips at the confusion on her face before it gave way to the dawning of what was truly happening sent her off into a sobbing session.
I got to my feet and pulled the plug out of the tub.
"Clean this shit up before you come back outside," I told her in a stern tone. "And stop fucking crying. I can't stand that."
As I reached down to scoop my clothes up off the floor, I walked out of the bathroom without looking back at her.
I knew she'd comply with what I told her to do and everything that I was going to ask of her.
She had given me something she could have given someone else, and now that I've dipped my fingers inside of her nectar, the flower belonged to me.
Chapter Eleven
I'm gonna have to take a shower later, I thought as I grunted while pushing the irrigation system out of the barn.
While I had already bathed with Daisy, it seemed like nothing more than a dip in dirty water because that's what she was; a dirty little flower that allowed the first man that came along to bruise her petals and then felt shame for it.
I let out another grunt as I put all of my strength into the final push then let out a sigh of relief once I had it out of the barn. I wasn't going to go very far with it, especially not since I left Daisy in the stall to look after Scout.
She screamed at first, then almost threw up at the sight of him. That's when I decided she needed to spend time with him to see what a good and loyal friend he is.
It's what's on the inside that counts, I reasoned as I wiped the sweat off my brow then moved to hook up the end of the system. Once it was set, I flipped the switch and patiently waited until it began to sputter before the water started to flow out in powerful streams.
A glance up at the sky told me that it was almost mid-afternoon and that I'd have to work faster if I wanted to get back on schedule.
Although I knew I wouldn't be able to achieve that goal, I knew that I could get as damn close to it as possible.
I blew out my breath as I walked back into the barn. I had a couple of more systems to push out onto the acreage, but I wanted to see if Daisy and Scout were getting along yet.
Once I reached the stall that I kept him in while I worked, I rested my arms on the doorframe and glanced in. I raised an eyebrow when I didn't see Daisy right away then chuckled when I saw her cowered in the furthest corner away from him.
"You okay?" I inquired as I reached down and ruffled her hair. She screamed almost instantly, pulling away from my reach before she pulled her legs against her chest.
"Jesus, you would think you'd seen a ghost or something," I stated with an eye roll. "Anyway, I just wanted to see if you two were getting along yet."