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Chapter 11
Love her but leave her wild
She stayed closer to the house this time, enjoying the gardens in the midday sun. He had sent her off to her own entertainment, while he busied himself with business in his study. It wasn’t quite as wild as her trek through the woods had been, but the gardens are pretty. She follows the narrow stone paths around, flowers of every color planted at their edges.
She finds herself staring up at a large fountain, situated in the center of the grounds. The water is so clear, so inviting. It shoots out from the top and rushes down in crashing waves. Like her own personal waterfall. She smiles to herself as she gingerly steps inside the large outer pool. ‘So cold.’ A shiver runs up her as she turns her back to the cascading water, closing her eyes she backs into the frigid rush.
A gasp, and squeal at the sudden coldness rushing over her body. Her giggles seems to bounce around on the stonework of the garden and the house. She raises her hands and sputters for air as she feels her body tighten from the sudden cold under the warm midday sun.
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He is busy consolidating a ledger when he hears a sudden sharp squeal from outside. He turns quickly to the window, his look of fear and concern fading away into a smile as he hears her giggle. There his little pleasure fiend stood, in all her naked glory, splashing in the fountain. The image of her causes him pause and he finds himself staring, leaning against the glass, a stupid smile stamped on his face.
What was it about her wild innocence that he couldn’t get enough of? Of course he could tame her if he wanted to. Have an obedient little sex object, tied to the confines of his bedroom, available at his every beck and call. She made herself available to him every morning and night, as he had instructed her that first night. During the day however, she was wild. And he liked her that way.
He lets out a soft sound as he recalls how that wild abandon seeps itself into their bedroom activities. He remembers the first time she wrapped her dainty fingers around his cock, later rocking against him recklessly until she fell to his chest, spent. ‘Mmm, she is coming a long way.’ More than he had ever expected. He runs a tongue along his lips as he silently thanks himself for his patience on that first night. It has certainly paid off.
He sighs and situates himself back at his desk, attempting to find the ledger he was just working on. The urging of the tightness of his pants sure is making it hard to concentrate. He glances back at the window for just a moment before reluctantly going back to work. Gods he wished she would come inside. What he wouldn’t give to have her right now, atop his desk.
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The smooth stone of the bench was cool now under her back. She lay sunning on it after her splash in the fountain. It had been so warm, so inviting. The sun was the warmest thing now, but it threatened to start dipping below the horizon as it continued its path across the sky. She feels above her head, to her hair, still slightly damp. She considers if she wants to be out here like this as the air starts to grow colder. It is so warm now, the sunbeams beating down upon her skin, but it won’t be for long.
Her hand goes to her chest, her fingers moving over the smooth stone hanging between her breasts. Forever a reminder of of that night, forever a reminder of what she means to her master. Since she arrived here it was the only thing she had worn. She vaguely remembers that dress she had worn on her way here, her first article of clothing. It had been nowhere to be seen since she removed it to bathe that first night.
Her fingers trail down her own body, slowly. She feels her skin under her own touch, now a soft glowing tan thanks to her hours in the sun. She stops just above the mound of hair situated above her heat, hesitating before dipping her fingers into it. She lets out a hot breathy noise as it sends a tingle through her, and an ache. Her eyes open to watch the sun, now starting to dip below the horizon, a deep orange glow shooting across the sky. ‘It won’t be long’ She tells herself, ‘before Daddy touches me again.’
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He is still sitting at his desk, papers strewn in front of him as the sun starts its slow descent into evening. His head is in his palms as he makes an effort to rub his tired eyes awake when he hears her on the stairs. He looks up to see her peeking in on him, blonde hair wild from her impromptu shower earlier. He tilts his head and takes her in. Her golden locks are mostly dry, but the dampness reveals curls wanting to form, framing her face and neck in gentle beachy waves. Her small body is just as lithe and supple as when he first saw her, merely suntouched now. Her big brown eyes are wide with excitement, they glitter every time he sees her.
He hopes to himself that she is as happy as she looks. She starts to turn away when he beckons to her. His brain can’t take anymore work today, he has been staring at numbers for far too long. Time to treat his eyes to something better.
He pulls her into his lap when she approaches him, and leans back taking in that face. That lit up face. He wondered what kid of story she had to tell. “You look like you had fun today. Why don’t you tell me all about it, baby?”
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He wanted to know about her day? She couldn’t believe she had heard the question. She looks at him to be sure. So many words were on the tip of her tongue. He nods at her. The words spill out of her like an excited toddler, the dam of her silence breached.
She can feel herself talking with her hands, making movements as she describes the flowers, the fountain, the birds and everything she saw that day in the most minute detail. She calms as she brings the story of her day to a close. A humm escapes her as she recalls sunning on the bench in order to tell him about it, her hand instinctively going to the pink stone around her neck as she reminisces.
As her words slowly filter out, she realizes that he has been staring, watching her movements with a small smile on his face. She blushes at how special that makes her feel. She starts to open her mouth to ask him something but she is hushed by his warm hand on her face, tilting her chin up to his. And then a kiss. A soft, tender kiss.
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He sits there watching her speak. So animated. So excited. So full of life. Her innocence is exposed as she describes things most people would find mundane with excruciating detail. The fountain was the highlight of her day. The big stone fountain that had served him as nothing more than a backdrop amid the overgrown gardens outside his study window. It had never been important before. He smiles as he realizes it was the highlight of his day too.
The excitement of her story dies down as she describes the feeling of sunning on the stone bench. Her hand goes up to the glittering stone hanging between her breasts. Her eyes are glittering too. ‘So god damned beautiful.’ He can’t help but watch, her every move, the soft curves of her face. Those doe eyes looking at him. She must have finished speaking. ‘What was the last thing she said?’
His thoughts are drawn to the soft plumpness of her lips. He imagines his tongue between them, tasting her. Her lips part. For him. He cups her face and angles her parted lips towards his, kissing them tenderly, savoring the taste. He loves the taste of her. The smell of her. He shudders as he feels her arms wrap around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair.
His passion drives him, and his hands don’t seem to know where they want to be. They go to her hair, pressing her mouth against his. His hands move to her back, fingers roving over her soft skin. Finally he can’t take take it anymore, and grips her ass, pulling her against his hardness.
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‘Oh his kisses.’ The feel of his mouth on hers. She had yearned for these touches as she lay under the warm sun today. She can’t seem to get close enough, and she finds herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself into him. She feels his hair under her fingertips, they don’t hesitate to delve into the mass of silky strands at the back of his neck.
Her breath comes hot as she feels his fingers in her hair too, pushing her to deepen their kiss. The slow and heated dance of their tongues drives passion in her. She mewls softly against him as she feels her fingers rake down her back, and cup her ass. Her plump cheeks are spread as he pulls her into him, his growing excitement clear to her as a hard mass between her legs.
She presses against him, rocking her hips as he pulls her in. She wants so badly to please him now. Here, in his office chair, the sun still half visible in the sky. They hadn’t even had dinner yet. It wasn’t time for this, it was not yet time for bed. Still the hardness, insistently pressing against her made her ache. Was he aching? Right now? For her?
She found her hands moving down between them, working to free his growth from its tight constraints. She is willing to take that chance. Perhaps if she is right and he is aching for her, this would end with him filling her up, right here in his leather chair.
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His breath catches as he feels her small hands work their way down to where he is holding her against him. He releases some of the pressure against her, still gripping her ass tightly, a cheek in each hand. But it allows her the space to reach her target. Gods he can feel her hands on him through his tight pants. He aches for the sweet release from the constricting fabric between them. He lets his hot breath out against her face as he feels her fingers reach for the buttons to grant him his wish.
The sweet release from that infernal fabric causes him to open his eyes. He wants to see the look on her face as she kisses him, taking the initiative, reading his mind. He is met with those big brown eyes, watching him. Pleading. ‘Gods.’
“Yes Baby, good girl” he breathes against her lips. His grip on her ass tightens as he feels her lift, and move her warmth over the top of him. ‘Gods. yes.’
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She opens her eyes to watch for his reaction as she moves to free him from his pants. If he is going to ache, she wants it to be inside her. ‘Please’, she pleads with her entire being. He opens his eyes, they focus on her. ‘Oh no.’
He speaks softly against her mouth, his words washing over her like dancing in the rain. A splash in a cold fountain. ‘He said yes. Good girl.’ She lifts herself, positioning herself over him until she feels that recognizable pressure at her opening. The pain doesn’t scare her anymore. She knows he will stretch her. She welcomes the familiar fire of it as she sinks down on top of him.
There isn’t much room for her knees in the seat of this chair with him. But it doesn’t matter as she feels him lift her back up, his strong grip on her ass. He lets her fall back down on top of him, hard. She cries out against his mouth, their eyes still locked together. ‘Don’t you dare look away.’
“Yes, Daddy! Please!” She doesn’t even think about the words as she hears them call out to him.
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Eyes locked together. He could see every spark of passion in her eyes, as she lowered herself over him. ‘God, how could she still be this tight?’ No more did he see the flash of discomfort behind her eyes as he had in the weeks past. How could she be this comfortable with him inside her when she still squeezed him so tightly? He lifts her back up his length, as a thought crosses his mind. If she is still this tight now; after fucking her twice a day for weeks, she probably always would be.
He felt his tip once more at her opening as he let go of her. She wasn’t supporting herself, and she drops back down on his full length all at once. He can feel the back wall of her sweet tunnel threaten to cave as his tip crashes into it. She cries out. A flash of something in her eyes. Not quite pain. Pleasure? His grip tightens as he moves to lift her again, sweat realization hitting him. ‘She is loving this.’ He lets her fall again.
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