Page 45 of Ranch Rules

The shudder she gave was not at all feigned. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, all right then. Now eat your breakfast.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. At his command, her appetite roared to life—probably, she mused, due to all the crying she’d done yesterday. Natalie reached for a biscuit. From the first bite, she was in heaven.

“This is why people come here,” she told him, munching happily. “Spankings be damned.”

“Watch your language, little girl.”

Even the mild scolding couldn’t detract from her enjoyment. Hell, if she got to eat like this all day, he could call her whatever he wanted. It was hard to be upset about anything with melt-in-your-mouth buttery, cinnamon goodness on your tongue. She ate two biscuits and three pieces of bacon before she sat back, full and happy.

“No fruit?” Thomas arched an eyebrow at her.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He wagged a finger at her. “Little girls need their fruits and veggies, didn’t you know that?”

She rolled her eyes at him and giggled. “I guess I didn’t.”

“Well, now you do. And while we’re on the subject, you should also know that your daddy cares very much about his little girl eating a well-balanced meal.” He handed her the bowl, and when she reached over to take it from him, a shock ran through her body as her fingers brushed his hand.

Natalie ate the strawberries one by one, relishing the sensation of his eyes on her. She was feeling better by the moment.

“Good girl.” Thomas gave his approval when she’d finished. “Daddy likes clean plates.” He moved the breakfast tray to the floor.

“How long do we have?” Natalie dropped her eyes, suddenly shy. “Before you have to leave and I have to get to the stables, I mean?”

“I bought us an hour. And I’m not sure about you, but I know just how I’d like to spend it.”

Before she could ask, his mouth was on hers, hot with desire. It took her a moment to recover from her surprise, but it was a short moment. Then she was on his lap, returning the intensity as their tongues intertwined. They kissed until she was literally breathless, then Thomas moved her with gentle yet eager hands, laying her on her back.

He loomed over her, grinning, and Natalie reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt. There were no words between them, but they didn’t seem to need any. As soon as she’d finished, he stripped the shirt off and threw it to the corner of the room. Then he was lifting up her nightgown. Thomas seemed to enjoy taking his time, because he slid the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked with hers as he silently communicated all the things he intended to do to her.

Natalie wished he’d hurry—she had been dreaming of this moment ever since their first time, and her pussy throbbed with longing. She craved the feeling of him inside of her more than she could remember wanting anything in a long time.

Thomas seemed to enjoy making her wait. Even when her nightgown was all the way up, exposing her panties, he didn’t rip them off like she’d hoped. Instead, he began to stroke the outside of her lacy underwear. He used his fingertip to trace the outline of her vulva, his touch feather-light.

Natalie threw her head back, breaking the silence as she moaned, desperate for more. She’d never been so wet in her life. Then again, she’d never had a lover this dedicated to her pleasure. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but she felt it when he moved his finger. It was replaced with his mouth, teeth nibbling at the outline of her lips. Natalie moaned, and was unable to hold her tongue any longer.

“Please, Thomas, please fuck me.”

“Hmm?”

“I said, please—” She stopped short when she realized what he wanted. Her cheeks warmed at the realization, and Natalie took a deep breath. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

He grinned up at her. “Are you impatient, little-bit?” When she didn’t answer, he nibbled again, harder this time. “Hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You know what they say, baby. All things come to good little girls who learn to wait.”

She giggled. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

He mock scowled. “Are you contradicting me?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” she purred up at him.

Thomas leaned in, seizing her mouth once more.

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