Page 63 of Johnny Gun

“We had a short break, but it started again a little while ago. I’m pretty certain everything’s buttoned up, but I want to take a peek at the windows. It’s windy out, and I don’t want surprises. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“I won’t.” Giving him space to move, she snuggled against a pillow.

Johnny walked to his chest of drawers. He searched through the one at the top, took out a pair of boxer shorts, and quickly put them on before going out to the house. The process struck her funny bone. Why go through all that when there was no one else in the place? Maybe he’d find something that would force him to go outside. Didn’t hurt to be prepared.

Yawning, she turned onto her other side. A sticky feeling between her thighs sparked her curiosity. Leaning on an elbow, she lifted the cover. Blood stains had dried between her legs and on the sheets.

Johnny laughed from the doorway. “I think you’ll find this interesting. Did you know that not long ago, blood stains like those were priceless?”

“Huh?”

“Yup,” he said, walking into the room. “Stains similar to those were considered proof of a woman’s virginity. Kingdoms rose and fell because of their presence or absence.” He winked.

“Do all women bleed when they lose their virginity?”

He shook his head. “Not all do.”

“You seem to know a lot about this stuff.”

“History was a favorite subject. I found itfascinating how a little bit of blood could mean so much. It was so important that highborn women who’d fooled around before marriage would get blood from a chicken or some animal, with the help of her loyal maid, of course, and sprinkle it on her marriage bed, proving toher deluded husband that he was the first to pluck her on their wedding night.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Women have come a long way, baby girl. I, for one, am glad we don’t have to go through that nonsense anymore.”

“Fascinating.”

“You should read up on it. Things we take for granted today didn’t always exist. There were no paternity tests, and lines of succession rode on the wife’s purity. A heavy load to carry, if you ask me. Totally unfair.”

“So it was really all about power.”

“Exactly.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Once the wife got pregnant and delivered a legitimate heir, she could fool around all she wanted.”

“You surprise me.”

“Well, I’m not just an illiterate biker. I’ve done my fair share of reading.”

“Daddy, I would never call you an illiterate biker.”

“Not you, sweetheart. Folks in general see our outward appearance and make assumptions. Now I need to take you to the shower and change the sheets. I already have a load of wash going. We’ll sleep in the other bedroom tonight.”

“Gah. The shower? I can do it by myself.”

“No, baby girl. I’m taking you. It’ll be a quick one, with the manual handle. I have to rinse you off.”

“It’s all right. I can do it on my own.”

She blinked at him. He stared her down. “You’re arguing with Daddy.”

“I… It’s just… I’m not disabled, you know.”

He frowned. “This has nothing to do with your ability to do things or not. It’s my job to wash you after we have sex. I’m doing it, and you’re giving me a hard time, which brings unpleasantconsequences.” His voice turned hard. “For you. What’s it going to be?”

Isolde swallowed with new awareness and further context. No matter what, he would win this one and all future contests of this kind. He was determined to take care of her, and she’d given him this power.

Willingly.

Sighing, she took his hand and obediently walked to the stall. He handled her with gentle ease. What she thought would be another big production didn’t happen. He thoroughly sprayed her crotch and legs with the manual shower, then dried her and was finished in seconds.

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