Page 44 of Keeping His Brat

He started to warn her, “Charlie, I’m about to—” and then the words were ripped away and replaced with a shout as his hips bucked hard. He exploded with a gush that flooded her mouth and she stopped for a second as if regrouping. Then she began to swallow, frantically sucking down every drop.

It was fantastic, and then it was too much. Her throat muscles convulsed around his tip as though she were milking him. His hand tightened in her hair reflexively. This time it wasn’t to guide her, but for balance as she rocketed the sensation level from a ten to a million.

It was so good, but it was short-circuiting his brain and when she slowly began to ease back even the gentle stimulation as he slid from her mouth was overwhelming. He cursed; his whole body jerked from a powerful aftershock.

“Damn,” he said, shaking his head and laughing as he pulled her to her feet. “I guess you really did miss me.”

Her lips were curled up at one corner, a smirk because she knew how skilled she was with her mouth. “Of course, I did.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, though he didn’t see a sign that even a drop had escaped. “Did I earn a reward, Daddy?”

He chuckled. “At least one, I think.”

“Was I good enough to …”

“To what?” he asked.

“To make a request.” She tilted her head and her teeth flashed as she grazed them over her bottom lip. “I feel like it’s been forever, and I’m like a kid in a candy store. I want to do everything, all at once. But I also don’t want to wear you out on your first day home, especially since you said there was a bunch of stuff you wanted to talk about…” She trailed off.

One eyebrow went up as he waited for her to continue. Finally prompting her with, “And?”

“I want a spanking, a good girl one with lots of touching and sexy. And then I want you to fuck me so hard I feel it tomorrow.”

Charlie had always been good about asking for what she wanted. She had a bold feistiness that couldn’t be quenched, and he loved it.

“Darlin’, it’s like you read my mind. That sounds like a damn good plan. And I can’t deny you’ve earned a good girl spanking.” Not when his legs were still shaking and his cock was still throbbing with the pulse of his heartbeat, he couldn’t.

The long slow spanking would give him time to build his energy back up too. It wasn’t just that it was going to take a little while for him to get it up again. He was also grateful for the excuse of sitting down to rest legs that hadn’t gotten too much use for a couple of weeks.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed and pointed towards the bottom drawer of the dresser. “Pick out a couple of favorites and one mean toy, Charlie.” He was looking forward to having her across his knees. It wasn’t the thing he missedmost, but he’d definitely missed it.

Chapter 13

Charlie had been so worried about Sam, and so focused on how much she missed him that just having him home should have been a huge weight off her mind. Instead, she was worried about what was going to happen when he found out she’d made changes while he was gone.

She should tell him right away, and she knew that. It was just hard. There was the handy excuse that she shouldn’t stress him on his first day home too. So, during lunch she made an effort to push all of that right out of her head. It was tomorrow’s problem.

Today was a reunion, time to reconnect with her Daddy and lover. When he brought up the serious discussion during lunch there’d been that instant panic when, just for a second, she thought he’d found her out. It was possible. She knew some of the hands had visited him in the hospital, one of them could have said something.

Instead, he’d turned it in an entirely unexpected direction… marriage. There was a time when discussing something like that would have upset her too, but not anymore. It was a sign that they were in tune with each other, since it had been on her mind anyway. She liked that.

With all of that settled she’d turned back to her meal, only to discover Sam had other things on his mind. That growl … so low it sent delicious shivers through her body. She had no interest in finishing her steak after that.

She’d told herself not to expect much on his first night home. He might need more time to recover. Honestly, she was so touch starved that even cuddling on the couch for hours would have been enough to make her happy. But the fact that he wanted, no, demanded more left her breathless and trembling.

It didn’t feel like he’d been gone for only two weeks. It didn’t feel like she’d seen him every day. It seemed like he’d been away for a year, and it was all she could do not to rip off her clothes and jump into his arms when he ordered her to get to the bedroom.

The more rational side of her stirred and she found herself questioning if they should be doing this. But she was glad when the decision was taken out of her hands. Sometimes there was peace in being his submissive and letting him make the decisions. This was one of those times.

She hurried to the bedroom and stripped as ordered. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. It took longer than usual to get out of her clothes, but she managed just as he arrived. It was almost a shock how much she wanted him to take her. Now. Immediately. The ache for him was almost painful.

For Charlie it wasn’t about being horny or sex deprived. She wanted the sex, enjoyed it immensely, but that wasn’t it. After days of being scared for him while she tried to take care of herself and the ranch, she needed the reassurance that he was still Daddy.

She wanted to be on her knees and didn’t even hesitate at the idea of pleasing him with her mouth. It was one of those sex acts that caused a conflict to rise in her. On one hand servicing him like that made her feel like a true submissive woman.

On the other there was a kind of power in it that made her feel strong. She held the most delicate part of him in her mouth. It took complete trust on his part, knowing she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. But for her it was a reminder that she had the power, that shewantedto submit to him. It was a choice and she made it again each time she conceded to his authority.

Being under his control was such a rush. She was dripping from the sheer enjoyment of pleasing him and he could probably feel it with the way his leg was pressing between her thighs. She was slick with her own juices and her clit pulsed demandingly as she teased and licked, sucked until he lost all control.

Charlie was proud of those skills. She loved the way she could bring him so quickly. That surprise in his voice as he realized he was about to tip over the edge and wasn’t prepared was sweet like honey. She couldn’t resist asking if she had earned a reward.

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