Page 13 of Wild Daddy

His hands are rough and sure as he peels my hiking pants and underwear down my legs, crouching down to lift one of my feet onto his knee, unlacing my boot, then tugging it off, then moving to the other and doing the same. He finishes with pulling my pants and underwear off my feet, leaving me naked from the waist down except my new wood moisture wicking hiking socks.

He then spins me around to face the wall next to the sea of flannel. "Hands flat against the wall, baby girl. Feet apart. It's important when we're on the mountain, you do exactly as I say, when I say. It's life or death out there, baby, so let's practice, see if you can do as you're told."

I press my palms against the cool surface, my heart hammering as heavy hands tug at my hips, arching my back, putting me into position as I ease my feet apart.

"Look at you, such a good girl for Daddy. Little wider," he murmurs, his voice rough as I feel the bump of his boot against the insides of my feet. "There we go, perfect. Now, push that ass to the sky baby, open up, I'm going lick my deposit out of that sweet little cherry pie of yours.”

"This is insane," I breathe.

"This is business." I feel him drop to his knees behind me, calloused hands scraping down my outer thighs.

When his mouth makes contact, I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming. He isn't gentle, isn't tentative. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he does it with the same focused intensity he brings to everything else.

"Oh God," I gasp, my back arching against the wall.

"That's right, little girl. Pay up."

He works me with his tongue until I'm shaking, my palms pressed flat against the wall, completely lost to everything exceptthe pleasure he's giving me. When I come, it's with his name on my lips and my legs trembling.

I hear him stand up behind me, as I reach down to pull my pants and underwear back up, his palm comes down in a sharp slap against my pussy.

“Did I tell you to get dressed?”

“Ow, Jesus, that stings.”

“It’s supposed to. You stand there like that until I tell you otherwise. I like a little eye candy while I finish getting this organized.” He lands another hard slap toward the front, sending an explosion of pain outward from my throbbing clit.

“You taking this little girl, Daddy thing a little far.” I fuss but my body responds with a new rush of wetness.

“I’ll decide what’s too far, baby. You just do whatever it takes to be a good girl.” His voice is low, but sticky sweet and I hate that I so desperately want to hear him call me that.

“I’ll be sure to put that in my thesis.” I roll my eyes as I tug back a smile, arching my back and pushing my rear end upward.

"You'll stay good and wet for me all fucking day," he says, his voice rough as his hand lands another swat, harder this time as I draw a sharp breath, working through how the pain has me on the verge of another orgasm.

My eyes are stinging with unshed tears. I blink them away. “Yes,” I agree, wondering why it feels so good to give this almost complete stranger so much control.

I stand with my arms braced on the wall, cool air ticking at my bare flesh as he moves around behind me, going into the back room, then out again, opening a cabinet, stacking things by the front door. After a while, my mind starts to settle. A warm calmness blankets me as I stand there on display, secretly celebrating every time he tells me what a good girl I am for doing as I’m told.

"Consider your deposit paid in full," he finally says, “You can get dressed now.”

On a hard swallow, I reach down and pull up my panties and pants, sit down on the floor and put on my boots while he watches, arms crossed, reaching down to adjust what looks like a small baseball bat running down the inside of his thigh. “Now let's talk about those rules."

The sudden shift from intimate to professional should give me whiplash. Instead, it sends a thrill through me that I definitely shouldn't be feeling.

"Rule number one" he continues, turning to grab a large backpack from behind the counter. "You eat what I give you, when I give it to you. Same with drinking. Unless you are allergic to something you didn’t put on your medical history form."

"I'm not that small," I protest automatically.

He looks me up and down in a way that makes me feel very aware of exactly how much smaller I am than him. "You're tiny, little girl. And that's not changing in the next three days."

The endearment hits me like a physical touch, and I have to press my thighs together against the sudden ache between them.

"Next rule," he says, either oblivious to my reaction or choosing to ignore it. "You sleep where I tell you. Body heat's not optional at this altitude."

"That sounds like a convenient excuse," I manage.

"Not an excuse, baby. Everything I do for the next three days is about keeping you safe." His eyes meet mine, and there's something in them that makes my breath catch. "Even if you don't understand it at the time."

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