Page 45 of Johnny Gun

“But—”

“No buts. The truck is high, you just woke up, and I’m not taking any chances you might fall.”

Johnny jumped down, and she tucked her hands between her legs. “Hurry, hurry,” she murmured, even though he couldn’t hear her. Soon, she’d have an embarrassing accident.

Opening her door, he put his hand up for her. She shook her head. “Too late. If I walk or move, it’s over.”

“That bad?”

She winced. “Uh-huh.”

“Hang on.” Putting one arm around her waist, he slipped the other arm under her legs, cradling her. “Now you don’t have to walk.”

Isolde held back a giggle. Laughing was as dangerous as walking. She tried to stay very still as he climbed the steps to the house. But when he stopped at the door, her need was close to exploding. She fidgeted and scrunched her eyes shut.

“Stay still.” He slapped her butt lightly. “I need to open the combination lock.” She heard him jiggle with something. “Got it,” he exclaimed. The door opened, and he rushed inside with her. Several paces later, he put her down next to a toilet. “Here you are.” Folding his arms, he watched her without moving.

Was he waiting…?

“Um, thanks. I can manage now.”

His eyebrows gathered as he pointed at the toilet. “I thought you were in a hurry.”

“Well, yes…”

“Then pull down your jeans and panties and sit. No games.”

A bizarre sensation somewhere between awe and arousal surged in her. This was a level of intimacy she hadn’t been prepared for or even considered. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had supervised her bathroom visits. Those memories were buried in her toddler’s mind. And yet, to haveJohnny standing so close felt sexually stirring in ways she couldn’t decipher.

Taking a deep breath, Isolde unbuttoned her jeansand, grasping the waistband of both garments, she sat on the toilet seat. Johnny confused her again when he grunted, which sounded like approval, and walked out.

Interesting.

This was her first encounter with Johnny’s Daddy dominance. As she finally relieved herself and her bladder thanked her, she wondered about other exciting and unknown nuances in his personality she’d love to know.

A world of discovery awaited her.

Despite her inexperience in romantic and sexual matters, thanks to her books, she’d dreamed of Johnny taking over every facet of her care and desires. Since she could only guess how good this would feel, her imagination had filled in the blanks, but with a limited point of reference.

Everything came to a head the night he visited her bedroom and had their first intimate conversation. Soon after he’d left, arousing images and thrilling possibilities filled her mind and drove her wild. Giving in to the fantasy, she brought herself to climax with visions of Daddy teaching her how to love him, while giving stern commands that she obeyed without question. In the end, it wasn’t enough. Self-stimulation had given her a measure of pleasure and release, but the experience had left her wanting and sad.

And now, here she was. Inches away from her dream coming true. She’d put her health and safety in the hands of a man who was much older and more experienced. In the most intimate setting possible. With no one around to disturb them or interfere with their privacy.

Isolde finished, pulled up her pants, and washed her hands, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror.Johnny had already shown his devotion to her. He’d gone to great lengths, had engaged his good friend to protect her. She knew in her heart he would teach her all the ins and outs of this exchange between a Dominant Daddy and his Little girl. In return, Isolde had something very special to give, the most valuable gift she could give her Daddy.

My virginity.

Isolde was coming to this life mostly untouched. She’d kissed a boy once or twice. But a quick kiss stolen behind the bleachers in the school stadium didn’t come close to sexual intercourse between lovers. No young man had ever touched her intimate parts; no one had inspired her to surrender herself so completely until Johnny came into her life. One look at the warmth dancing in his baby blues and she understood desire, thoroughly and unreserved. Everything in her had awakened.

Happily, her drought was over. She had Johnny all to herself, and the future appeared awfully good.

Drying her hands, she smiled and walked out. Johnny couldn’t be far. She meandered down a short hallway. In a moment, she was entering a cozy-looking, medium-sized living room with sofas and a flat-screen TV hooked to the wall. A ceiling fan worked overhead. The AC must have been turned on before they arrived, because she didn’t pick up any musty odors and the ambient temperature was comfortable. Sliding glass doors opened to a porch that took up the entire front of the house and connected to stairs on both sides. One set of stairs led to the left and the river bank and the other to the extensive grounds where Johnny had parked. She breathed easy. The place had good vibes.

“Hi.” She waved at him, and he gestured with his head before closing the truck door. Holding both bags over one shoulder, he ran up the steps, let the screen door slam shut behind him, and pulled her inside by the arm.

Without letting her go, he dropped their bags on the floor. His expression made her skin break out in bumps.

“Oh, no. What happened?”

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