Oh thank God. That felt so good. Yet it still wasn’t enough. Because she wanted to feel his finger against the tight nub. Wanted to feel it rubbing back and forth along her slick lips.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d gone from zero to a hundred. From having no one other than the characters in her stories, to having a gorgeous, sexy, dirty-talking cowboy. One who wasn’t afraid to act silly to make her laugh, but could switch on his rough, dominant voice and turn her into a pile of goo in two seconds flat.
It was insane. Maybe she should take a moment to breathe. To think. But then, where had thinking gotten her? She’d spent her life overthinking.
This was the time to live. If he ever left her—and that worry was still at the back of her mind despite his reassurances that he wouldn’t—at least she’d have these memories.
“Tell me, Mari-girl. What would you like me to do? Do you want me to help you relax? Or remove my finger and behave myself? I should warn you, though. I’ve never been good at behaving myself.”
“I can tell,” she said dryly.
“You’re not very good at that either. Too bad for you, when you misbehave, you end up with a red bottom.”
She whimpered. Those words, they just did something to her. She’d had an obsession with spanking for so long. The more she read, the more she desired that sort of relationship. And now to have found someone who would be willing to discipline her when needed. To fuck her like she desired. And to treat her like a treasured little princess. Or a queen.
Damn. It was like a fairytale come to life.
“Mari-girl?”
“I want you to help me relax,” she burst out.
“Good girl for telling me what you need. I want you to know that you can always come to me with what you need. I might not always grant it, although I am a rather indulgent Daddy, so barring anything that might endanger you, I’m thinking there is little I would deny you.”
Oh boy.
“I feel especially indulgent when my good little girl does exactly as I tell her to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to stand up and take your pants and your sweater off. You can leave your T-shirt and panties on.”
Thank goodness for that.
“I know you’re probably still feeling quite shy and I’m not going to push you to show me all of you. Yet. Be warned though, that will come.”
He helped her stand, holding onto her hand until she was steady. With hands that shook from anticipation and arousal, she pulled off her sweater. Then she reached for the button of her pants.
“Slowly,” he told her. “That’s it. Good girl. Let them drop. Okay, now turn around and bend over to pick them up. Show me that delicious ass of yours. Baby, that is a beautiful sight.”
Marisol could feel herself blushing at the heat in his voice. But she could hear how turned on he was. Aroused by her. It filled her with a confidence she’d very rarely felt and she bent to grab her pants, folding them and placing them with her sweater on the couch.
“Come here, Mari-girl.” He held out his hand and helped her sit back in the same position, with her back to his front.
She was grateful for this position, she wasn’t sure she could look at him while he . . . while he touched her.
Holy. Shit.
Lincoln Johnson. The gorgeous, funny foreman of Sanctuary Ranch was going to touch her. Was this really happening? She was afraid to pinch herself and wake up.
“Spread your legs apart and put them on either side of mine.”
She widened, feeling her heart beat race. Crap she hoped she didn’t pass out from excitement. That would be embarrassing.
“What’s your safeword going to be?”
Did she really need one? Nerves flooded her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He arranged the blanket over her again, making her feel more secure. He seemed to be so in-tune with her. As though he knew when something pushed the boundary of what she was comfortable with. Pushing her, but not too much.
“Mari-girl? You can use red if you like. Easy to remember.”
“Yes . . . I . . . red is good,” she managed to get out.
“Good. Remember, you can use it at any time. If you’re scared, worried, unhappy or feel ill. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Unless I say otherwise, you’re to keep your legs exactly where they are. Your hands are to remain at your sides. And your eyes are to stay on the movie. Understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What do you call me?”
She blushed. “Yes, Daddy.”
She gasped as he cupped her right breast. His other hand moved lower, his finger running along her slick lips, still covered by her red panties.
He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. “My, these panties are very soaked, aren’t they? You should have told me. I’d have had you remove them. They must be so uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable?”
She groaned at his words. Who knew he’d like to talk during sex? Then again, he didn’t seem afraid to talk about anything so why wouldn’t he talk to her like this?
“Mari-girl?” He paused and she knew he wasn’t going to continue until she answered him.
“Yes, I’m uncomfortable,” she told him.
“Well, we can’t have that. Take them off. You can keep the blanket over you.”
Without a word, she slipped her panties down over her hips and managed to get them completely off without revealing anything.
Oh hell. There was something much more wicked about lying on top of him with her bottom half bare.
“Now, isn’t that better?”
“Yes.”
“And it means I have better access to all of my girl. Now, keep watching the movie, while I have a play. I need to see what you like and don’t like.”
He ran his finger up and down her slick lips. “So turned on. Do you like me talking to you? Telling you what to do?”
“Yes,” she groaned as he circled her clit. He suddenly gave her pussy a sharp slap that had her crying out.
“What a plump, swollen clit you have. It needs to be touched, doesn’t it? When you touched yourself would you circle it like this?” His actions followed his words as he circled her clit slowly. “Or would you flick it like this.” She groaned as he flicked the needy nub.
“Like that,” she told him, barely able to keep her gaze ahead. She had no idea what was going on in the movie, her attention was totally on what he was doing to her pussy. What his fingers were doing to her nipple.
“I can tell you like that. And what about these nipples? Would you play with them?” He brought both hands up to her breasts. He toyed with her hard nipples through her T-shirt. Plucking at her nipples.
She took in a sharp breath as he tugged at them far harder than she’d ever dared to. But the slight pain sent an answering shot of arousal through her blood, down to her clit which throbbed in reaction.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
“You do like that, don’t you? What about this?” He lightly flicked them with his fingers and her breathing grew harsher, faster.
“Please. Please.”
She tried to put her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs.
“Naughty girl, were you given permission to close your legs?”