Page 75 of Johnny Gun

Their hiding days were over.

Early the next day, they decided to come up for air after Johnny went hunting for Cel. He found her in her private living room, and, after many apologies and promises to replace the ripped shorts, she gave him a set of long pink overalls and a T-shirt Isolde could wear.

Back in their room, Johnny showed Isolde the clothes. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“Ooh. Pink,” Isolde said admiringly. She took the overalls from him and held them in front of her. “I likes them.”

There it was. She’d regressed. This was the right moment to talk. He sat at the edge of the bed and held out his hand. She gazed at it for a moment, then lifted her eyes to him.

“Daddy?”

“Sit here, baby.” He patted his thighs.

Isolde grinned, then swiveled her hips playfully. “On Daddy’s lap?”

“Yes.”

“No clothes?” She tossed the overalls to the side and spread both arms, displaying her beautiful naked body.

His cock stiffened under his shorts, and Johnny wiped a hand over his mouth and whiskered jaw. He had to respect her regression, but it wouldn’t be easy.

“That’s fine,” he said with some difficulty.

“Okay.” She tossed the overalls on the bed, then sat sideways on his thighs. Her soft scent and the warmth of her bare skin were wrecking his control. Taking a deep breath, he silently counted to five. But Isolde curled herself up, then, in an utterly sweet and trusting gesture, leaned sideways into his chest. He was so moved, tears he’d never felt in his life blurred his vision. He closed his eyes and put his arms around the love of his life.

“We’ve been through a lot, and I have to ask you something.”

“What is it, Daddy?”

“I’m a strict Daddy. I have rules. You don’t know them all, but as we go on, I’ll explain. Most revolve around your health and safety because you’re the most precious person in my life. I won’t allow anyone, not even you, to harm yourself. I expect obedience at all times. Excess brattiness will be punished, so be careful when you fight me. I’m also a sexual Dominant, and I’ve confirmed you’re a submissive. Here, we have latitude. I intend to explore and push your limits, but I will never force you. My aim is to fulfill your every wish, bring you pleasure, provide for you, and protect you for as long as I live.” He paused for a long breath. She didn’t move. “Do you accept my terms? There’s still time to back out.”

She lifted her head. “No. There’s no backing out. I know what you’re offering. It’s exactly what I hope to get from you. I told myfather you had the life experience I needed to be happy. There’s more I didn’t say. I deeply desire your dominance, your stern rules, and daily care. I want to know pleasure and pain with you. I can’t wait for my next spanking and everything else in your arsenal. And you were right, living without you would be cruel. It’s not an option. I only have one request.”

Slowly, she uncurled and stared at him.

“You can have it, whatever it is, as long as it doesn’t hurt you.”

A mischievous glint flashed through her eyes. She smiled. “Hurt me? Not at all.” Isolde continued to slide down his leg. She knelt on the floor, then, wiggling close to his knees, she gently pulled his legs apart and slid in between.

Oh, fuck. She’d been hinting at this for a while.

“Baby?”

She stretched her torso in a challenging stance. “You said every pleasure. Will you deny me this?”

Trapped by his own words.

“I won’t.” He let out a long sigh and dropped back on his elbows as she released the waist snap of his shorts and pulled the zipper down.

Clasping his hips with her small hands, she directed, “Lift.”

It was time he put himself in her hands and let her explore at will. He thrust up his hips, and she slid his shorts down to his ankles. Unfettered, his erection jerked up, and she licked her lips.

It was all too wild. Isolde was a seductive vision, a tempting siren with her creamy skin, perky breasts with pebbled nipples, and long, dark hair flowing down her back. Her anticipation was so obvious and heady, the room spun for him. He wondered if he could keep himself upright long enough to watch her marvelous mouth work on him.

She wrapped her soft hands around his cock and licked the crown, and Johnny understood the meaning of glory. Isolde opened her lips and slowly descended, taking him into her warmmouth as far as she could go, then pulled up, revealing one inch at a time, his cock glistening with her saliva. The pleasure was unbearable. Even the light scraping of her teeth along his skin was delicious torture. But his adorable vixen knew how to tease him. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from his balls to his crown, stopped at the top, and did it all over again.

On the next stop, she stared into his eyes with an unspoken question.

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