Page 29 of Spooking the Mountain Man
"I'm wearing your collar," she says, like she can't quite believe it.
"You are." I wrap my arms around her from behind, both of us looking at our reflection. "How does it feel?"
"Perfect." Kelly's eyes are bright with unshed tears. "It feels perfect, Daddy."
The word makes something in my chest expand. My girl. My collared girl.
"Good," I murmur against her ear. "Because you look perfect wearing it. Look at you, baby. So beautiful. So mine."
Kelly turns in my arms, and when she looks up at me, there's so much love and trust in her eyes that it almost hurts.
"Thank you," she whispers. "For this. For everything."
"You don't have to thank me." I cup her face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. "Taking care of you is the best thing I've ever done."
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby girl." I kiss her softly, then deeper, my hands moving to her waist. "So much."
Kelly melts against me, her hands fisting in my shirt. When we break apart, she's breathing hard and her eyes are dark with want.
"Daddy," she says, and her voice is needy. "Please."
"Please what?" I already know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.
"Please take care of me. You said after the collar... please."
"I did say that, didn't I?" I back her toward the bed slowly. "And Daddy always keeps his promises."
Kelly sits when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, looking up at me with those big eyes. The collar gleams at her throat, my mark on her, and the sight makes possessive heat flood through me.
"Lie back," I tell her, and she obeys immediately. "Arms above your head."
She stretches her arms up, the position making her look small and vulnerable and trusting. I take my time undressing her, savoring each inch of skin I reveal. The flannel shirt first, then her bra, then slowly peeling her leggings and panties down her legs.
When she's finally naked except for the collar, I just stand there and look at her.
"Daddy?" Kelly's voice is uncertain.
"Just looking at my girl," I tell her. "My perfect, beautiful, collared girl."
Kelly blushes, and I love that even after three months, she still gets shy when I praise her.
I strip off my clothes, then settle over her on the bed. Kelly's hands immediately go to my shoulders, pulling me down for a kiss.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she admits against my lips.
"Good. Want you desperate for me. Needy." I kiss down her throat, careful of the collar, then to her breasts. "Want you to remember this every time you touch that collar."
"I will," Kelly gasps as I take one nipple in my mouth. "I'll remember."
I worship her breasts until she's squirming beneath me, then kiss my way down her stomach. Her thighs fall openautomatically, and the sight of her pink and wet and ready for me makes my cock throb.
"So pretty," I murmur, settling between her legs. "Daddy's pretty girl. All mine."
I take my time, using my tongue and fingers to build her up slowly. Kelly's hands fist in the sheets, her hips rocking against my mouth as she chases her pleasure.
"Please, Daddy," she begs. "Please let me come."
