Page 2 of The Sicilian Princess
Nick
"Oh, Daddy, yes! Give your little girl that big, fat cock. Fuck me, Daddy!" The girl underneath me was laying it on a little thick. I'd run into her at the bar. I was already tipsy and, with tipsiness, came horniness. So, I took her to her house. No way would I bring her to the ranch. She was not worthy. Everyone knew each other here in New Haven, so the women were scarce, and they all knew my predilections. That meant every single one of them tried to appeal to my Daddy side. The problem was they didn't really want to be my little girl. They just wanted to have a kinky fuck. I'm all for that, but not when it's faked. I could have sex with women without the Daddy play. I just didn't want to. I wanted to find the woman who gave her submission so sweetly. The one who moanedDaddyand meant it. I flipped Shania. Shanice? Shirly? Fuck, I didn't know her name. I flipped her over onto her stomach and lifted her bony ass toward me, thinking thoughts of my precious one, even though I didn't know what she looked like. I slammed into the chick below me. I ignored her wailing and whatnot and got the job done. As soon as she came and I let go in the condom, I hopped off her like her body was on fire. I threw my jeans on and made a dash to her front door.
"Where are you going?" Her slurred voice carried from the bedroom.
"I'm out." With that, I left her place and jumped into my truck. I headed to the ranch in a piss poor mood. As soon as my boots hit the porch, my phone rang. Groaning, I looked at it before I answered, pushed the door open, then I grinned. Maddox, a good friend of mine was calling.
"Hey, man, how'd it go?" he greeted me.
"Sucked."
Maddox drew in a breath, and I knew he was about to give me another lecture.
"Look, she was faker than her tits, and you know that doesn't fly with me."
He barked out a harsh laugh in my ear. "You're so picky. What are you looking for?"
I let the silence linger as I pondered his question while I took off my boots and threw my keys in the bowl. "Not someone fake. I need someone who's natural. If they're just trying to play out some fantasy with me, it won't work."
Maddox sighed. I knew I was annoying him. We've had this argument many times over the years. Still, I can't help wanting what I want. I wanted a real woman. An equal. Submissive. I didn't want to play around anymore. I wasn't getting any younger. I was thirty and had my own business. My life was much better than it was before I moved here. Now was the time to start thinking about settling down.
"I hear you, brother. We can keep looking," Maddox said, finally breaking me away from my yearnings.
"No. I'm done. She's not out there. No one could live this way 24/7. I'm tired." Maddox was going to worry, just like he did every time I started talking like this. His thoughts were that I gave up too easily, that I might give in to depression if I didn't find what I was looking for.
"We are still in our fun phase," he reminded me.
"No, we aren't. I'm sick of sticking it in any hole that moves without having any interesting conversations. I'm better off alone," I gruffly stated.
Maddox coughed, and then he did what he does best. He let it go. "All right, brother, I'll see you at the diner tomorrow then?"
"Of course, I'm always there." We ended our conversation, and I stripped out of my clothing and headed to the shower. No way was I going to keep some rando's sweat and body funk on me before going to bed. Not only that, but I had an early day, just like every day. I just wished I wasn't so lonely.
The next morning, I was up with the crows. I rode a few of the horses and then groomed them. I checked on a new calf that was born a few weeks back. Then I got ready for breakfast with Maddox.
Hale's Diner was a greasy spoon owned by Haley Forrester. It sat in the center of town and everyone ate there in the morning. I walked in and Haley immediately pulled me into a hug. Her gray hair tickled my nostrils.
"Hey, handsome. You want the usual today?"
I laughed and waved toward Maddox. "You know it. When are you going to run away with me, Hale?"
She giggled and grabbed a coffee for me as I walked to Maddox.
"Still hitting on the owner, huh?" Maddox punched me in the arm and grinned.
I looked around the busy diner and realized Haley needed more waitresses. The whole town was out, and there was a little wait because she only had one person on shift. It made sense for her to hire someone soon because she wasn't going to be able to keep up with this now that she was getting up there in years.
Haley brought out our favorite orders. Maddox always ate eggs and bacon while I ate biscuits smothered in sausage gravy. We barely spoke while we scarfed down our meals, leaving the conversation for after we'd had our fill. After we ate, we usually shot the shit until we drank a pot full of coffee, even catching up with the local gossips who loved to sit in the booth behind us every single day. But today was different.
The door to the diner swung open and I turned to see who had just walked in. A petite woman swayed into the entryway, a stranger. From the looks of her, she was not from around here. Her short blonde hair was choppy, and her tiny curves were dwarfed in clothing three sizes too big. My heart stopped when my eyes met hers. They were the bluest I had ever seen, big for her heart-shaped face but glazed over. I knew immediately something was wrong with her. She stumbled farther into the diner and all conversation ceased.
Haley approached her cautiously. "Hey, doll, do you want to grab a seat?" She gestured to the empty booths on the other side of the diner, away from me. I wanted to protest but didn't have a leg to stand on. Just as Haley put her frail arms around the Jane Doe, she swayed harder and went headfirst to the ground. The diner exploded. I jumped over a booth and tried to catch her but missed by a landslide.
"Someone call Doc Brown," Haley was yelling over everyone talking at once.
"I'm already here, Hales." Doc Brown pushed his way through the people crowding me and the mystery woman. He bent down and started checking her vitals.
"Nick, I'm going to need you to bring her to my clinic." He had already put something over the gash on her head, but the blood was seeping through it quickly. I gently picked her up without so much as a grunt and followed Doc Brown out of the diner. The gossips were tittering in the windows and most of the town had their eyes fixed on us. I paid them no mind. This was exactly how small towns were. Everyone who was anyone was always in your business. There was no getting away from that. Luckily for us, Doc Brown's clinic was just a short block away. Not that this woman weighed anything in my arms. I barely felt her weight against me. On the short walk over, I caught a whiff of her delectable scent. She smelled like roses and sunshine, a delicate flower swaying in the wind all alone. She should be in a garden with other flowers just like her. We entered the clinic and the girl in my arms started shaking.
