I bolted upright in bed, for the first time in the middle of the night, since Gigi arrived. It was a familiar feeling, panting out a series of short puffs of breath to gain control, rubbing my arms and looking around the dark bedroom to calm the perception that I was trapped in a nightmare without escape. An interminable bad dream in which I couldn’t save her.
As a teenager I’d been forced into trauma therapy, and during those compulsory sessions, Ms. Pierce warned, “Things that remind you of the event, the smell of smoke for example, might trigger or aggravate your mental wounds.” She was a nice woman, I was just too young and pissed at the time to show her proper gratitude.
Panic.
My heart hammered in my chest. It wouldn’t be far off to call me crazy, heating my home as I did with wood. The smell of fire fumes reminded me of coming home that day, finding the smoldering remnants of her funeral pyre. My own personal punishment.
Gigi stirred at my side, and I willed my breath to normalize. Instead, it came in ragged gasps that took time to settle.
"Noah?"
"Go back to sleep, my love." Fuck. I spoke the words out loud rather than keeping them in check, as I had thus far. I didn’t want to say anything that would scare her off. She was so flinchy about anything long term.
In the aftermath of the dream my control wavered.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was tremulous, caring. As if she wanted me happy above all else, same as what I wanted for her. It was almost worth wandering in the territory of nightmare to escape to this.
For as long as I knew her, it had been clear she needed a protector. A man strong enough to balance out the consequences of her whims, someone to take her under his wing and keep her safe. To let her know how precious she was.
But the soft brush of her fingers against my cheek, the way she rubbed my back until my breathing settled and whispered, "It's okay.” Made me think about how she was the backbone in her small circle of friends: Ivy, Priscilla, and Emma. Our circle at The Ranch was a bit unusual, serving more as a found family than just co-workers. Priscilla was the operations manager of the club, and Emma was a local rancher befriended by Gigi, a companion steadfast and true. She introduced Emma to the others and my little fox served as glue that held the fabric of their relationship together.
Is that what she was doing now?
Lending me her strength?
It made me hunger for her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked in a silky whisper.
I did.
More than anything.
But I was afraid to show her what lived inside me. Afraid to revisit the hurt which sliced a wound in my heart so deep, I'd bleed out if I opened it again.
Fuck.
I did the only thing I could.
Told her a half truth.
"I can't." I’d seen too much, witnessed too many painful scenes to share them with her.
"Okay. I understand." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "You're crying? Oh God, Noah, I'm so sorry."
The last thing I wanted was her pity.
I whispered harshly and gave her a little shake, “Then why don’t you make me forget?” What a fool I’d been to believe I’d quench my desire for her by keeping her close. I decided to shut her up the best way I could, to keep her from prying into my pain.
I could anesthetize the hurt with her sucking.
I grabbed her suddenly and yanked her up against me, one hand at her back holding her to me and the other fisting in her hair. “Enough talking. It’s time to be a good girl for daddy.”
Only she could bring warmth to my cold, departed heart. I kissed her, forcing her lips apart with my tongue, taking no prisoners. It was a hint at what would come.
Me in her mouth.
I pulled her hair down her back so that she lay beneath me, head on her pillow. From there I placed a knee on either side of her head, and my gaze roved and lazily appraised her.
We were in no hurry.
Positioning myself so that my rigid member pointed at her lips, a slender delicate thread began to form between us. Her eyes filled with a curious deep longing that made me ache.
Her fingers closed over my hard flesh and she took me in. I encouraged her and she flattened her tongue under the sensitive tip. I grew harder still, jabbing into her heated mouth. “That feels good, keep going, you're doing great. You're doing perfectly. Go on.” My praise contrasted with my tone which was feral, brutish in its heat. “Show me how much you can take.” Without waiting for her permission, I placed a palm on the back of her head, forcing her to swallow more of me. She pressed closer to my groin, moaning, urging me to fuck her face.
“You’re doing really well. Come here baby so I can force you better.” I pulled her to the edge of bed, taking in the sight of her creamy throat, and the spill of two-toned hair over the side. “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh.”
“When you pull my hair, it makes me want to come.” Desire was thick on her tongue as she begged me to come to her.
“I can accommodate that.” With two handfuls of her silky mane in my hands, I pulled up so that her tongue was directly under my length, back arched, her perky nipples thrust toward the ceiling. It was a dick draining sight. “Open.” This was one of many one-word commands I’d teach her. Eventually, upon hearing them, she’d obey automatically for me. My words would control her just as firmly as tight rope.
Her lips were plump and red, the perfect sexy target for me to drive my cock into. Before following my command, she looked up at me and declared, “You dominating me is such a turn on, Noah. I can’t get enough of it.”
I tugged at her makeshift ponytail so her chin tipped up at me, “Don’t say things you don’t mean, princess. Or I’ll have to make you eat your words.” With that, I pushed inside, and she hummed her satisfaction around me. In this position, her throat was at perfect fucking height. I wanted to oblige her and yank her hair some more, but the sight of her proud and perfect breasts bobbing and swaying beneath me were too much to resist. It was as if she were made to hold me, and the suck, pull and tug around my shaft and balls worked me into a frenzy.
Unexpectedly, she began softly stroking my sack while her mouth moved in steady rhythm designed to drive me wild.
"You want me to come down your throat? Keep doing that.” I pinched a swollen nipple with each hand, plucking and twisting in time with the thrusts of my now aching cock.
Gigi moaned deep in her throat, and it resonated all the way through me, the vibration amplifying the rush that was building.
“Careful, baby girl, I’m going to come all over you if you keep that up. Or would you rather swallow it down?”
I lunged harder into her, deeper, filling her up with my maleness as my thrusts grew more frantic. "Relax, sweet thing, just relax. Here it comes.” I loved her sucking me, craved it like a drug. She acted like I was male candy to her and licked and sucked at my length, as if trying to gulp down its sweet center.
“You look so fucking sexy right now with daddy’s cock in your mouth. Are you ready?" My words were punctuated by the rhythm of my ramming into her face, and the hungry sounds she made fed my lust. I was an animal, rutting into her, unable to stop myself from spilling into its sexy warmth.
I burst in a bone-deep growl of pleasure, and she cradled my balls as I came, milking me for every last drop. "Now be good and swallow.”
The eruption was violent and virile, leaving me gasping, and in a drugged haze I waited, challenging her to drink it down.
She rose up from the mattress and coiled herself into a seductive, nude pose on the bed, her every curve spoke defiance. Her jaws opened, revealing the pool of hot cream still coating her tongue. A trickle of my seed dribbled over her bottom lip, and another, until she spilled at least half of my release in an act of seductive defiance. Thick dribbles splat onto her bosom and she rubbed it into her skin.
Next, she lowered herself to my groin and licked up every last pearly drop from my cock.
She was so very perfect. I’d keep her with me until she learned how to behave. By then, she’d never want to leave again.
The next morning, I tossed a pair of overalls at her, and set a pair of rubber boots I’d bought in her size next to the bed. “Come on, sleepyhead. That stall ain’t going to muck itself.”
Instantly, she had her guard up. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s time for your mindfulness exercises. You’ve been complaining about not being able to skate. So I’ve come up with some cardio that should do the trick.”
“Nice try, Noah. But you can’t keep me forever. I have to go to work.”
“Negatory.”
She was baffled by my stern attitude.
“First off, the only name I want you calling me today is ‘daddy.’ Second, Priscilla agreed to get your shifts covered so that you can vacation with me.” That second sentence was only a little white lie. Rupert was the one who granted me this favor, but Priscilla was Gigi’s boss so it sounded better to say she’d okayed my little fox’s leave. “Come eat your oatmeal, then we’ll go shovel and feed.”
“Ugh!” With both hands on her hips, she confronted me. It was hard to take her seriously, spitting fire and naked as a jaybird. “You are the strictest and most annoying daddy, ever! Trying to make me replace roller skating with shoveling poop.”
I held up a hand to silence her, and she pressed her lips together in anger. “I’m not trying, princess. I’m achieving.”
“I hate oatmeal! Too mushy.” I spanked her beautiful, bouncy ass for that smart remark.
After her hunger protest, I showed her the equipment room next to the single stall I’d built for Lucifer. It held shovels, two hay grapples, rope, pitchforks, and a broom as well as his saddle and bridle. A smell of sawdust was in the air and my horse nickered his greeting, eager for his oats and hay.
“He’s so pretty.” She smiled to herself as she spoke, and I felt the possessive, dominating lurch of lust in my belly.
“You can groom him after mucking. He’d like nothing more than the light touch of an attentive female.” There was a suggestive tone in my voice, and I handed her the shavings fork.
“Step one in your quest for mindfulness. Acceptance. Once you learn that when I give an order, it’s your job to execute it without hesitation, you will be fully aware of your surroundings.”
She stood rooted in place for a moment, her lack of anger to the challenge of my words surprised the hell out of me. “Fine. I’ll muck. Might as well seeing as how I’m a prisoner here.”
One thing Gigi was not was a loafer. She put her back into it and I admired her tall and trim body while she worked. In no time at all, she had the floor of the stall cleaned of every bit of debris, with me hauling the wheelbarrow to the compost pile each time she filled it.
“What else?” she sassed. “I don’t suppose that was the only task on my chore list.”
What every warrior wants is a worthy opponent, and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t my perfect match.
I needed to come up with a contest deserving of her. Time for me to be her big daddy.