Page 19 of Her Mountain Christmas
“Okay, Daddy,” I say in a deliberately breathy voice, and when Jack looks at me, his cheeks are pink. He’s blushing, and I freaking love it.
“Be right back,” he says, and ducks into the attached washroom. When he returns with a cloth, he sits down on the bed and starts wiping our mess off of my thighs, my stomach, my mound. Finally, he moves to my pussy, gently spreading me open and wiping away the cum leaking out of my sore hole.
“Was that…” He clears his throat. “Too intense? You can be honest with me, Ella.”
I push up onto my elbows, watching as he cleans my pussy. “Not at all. I didn’t know I had a Daddy kink, but I think it’s safe to say I definitely do. All of the Daddy talk was ridiculously hot.”
His breathing changes slightly and he starts working the cloth across my clit in teasing sweeps. “I meant everything I said, sweetheart. I want to keep you, and take care of you, and protect you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
The warm cloth drags over my sensitive pussy one last time, and I shiver involuntarily. He tosses the cloth into the nearby hamper, but then spreads me open with his thumbs, staring intently between my legs. Heat blooms across my skin as he stares at the most intimate part of me.
He bends down and presses a soft, almost reverent kiss to my clit, making my chest ache and heat pool in my tummy. “So fucking pretty,” he says softly. He kisses my clit once more, and I whimper softly, hips shifting.
“Jack,” I say in a shaky voice.
He kisses me one last time and then pulls away. “I know you’re oversensitive right now, sweetheart. I just couldn’t resist giving my good girl a little kiss.”
My toes curl at the words good girl. I’m learning all kinds of fun things about myself tonight. I’m not shocked that I have a praise kink—I could’ve guessed as much based on what I like to read—but the Daddy kink caught me off guard.
Not that I’m complaining. Not. At. All.
I yawn big and loud at that point, and then Jack and I both laugh. I bet he’s tired too, after working all day and then fucking the daylights out of me.
We quickly work together to change the sheets, removing the ones that are tangled and damp with cum. When we slide back under the covers he pulls me into his arms like I’m something precious, something fragile. His chest is solid beneath my cheek, his heartbeat slow and strong, and I melt against him, boneless and glowing.
“I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” I murmur. The words spill out before I can overthink them, but they’re true. “You were so… big. And strong. And I wanted you to be mine.”
His arms tighten around me. “Same, sweetheart.” His voice is rough, like he’s holding back. “Felt like I got hit by a fucking truck.”
“Nope. Just little old me.”
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Still do.” He lets out a long breath, stroking his hand up and down my back.
“What were you running from, sweetheart? I’ll protect you from anything, but I need to know.”
The question hangs between us, heavy and inevitable. I’ve been avoiding it, but now, wrapped in his arms, sore from giving him my virginity, I can’t lie.
I take a deep breath, my fingers curling against his chest. “My parents. They…” My throat tightens. “They tried to force me into an engagement. This guy named Bradford Guilfoyle. He’s a rich asshole who my father wants me to marry for business reasons. They didn’t even ask me. Just decided.” After that, the entire story and then some comes pouring out of me. Their controlling ways, how they’ve always treated me as a pawn to be used, not an individual with hopes and dreams and, you know, basic human rights. He listens as I talk and talk, letting it all out. It’s cathartic, telling my truth to someone who cares about me.
Finally, when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “They tried to sell you off.” It’s not a question.
I nod, my cheek still pressed to his chest, and his heart is definitely beating faster than it was a few moments ago. “I overheard them talking at the party. Like it was a done deal. Like I was some…some asset to trade.” The words taste bitter in my mouth, and tears prick at my eyes. “I lost it. Told them to fuck off. Then I packed a bag and ran.”
His arms tighten around me, his voice low. “No wonder you were so scared. Fuck, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
“And I’m not sure that it’s over. My father’s used to getting what he wants. My mother…” A shaky breath escapes me. “She’ll see this as a humiliation. They might come looking for me.”
Jack’s grip turns almost bruising, his voice full of dark promise. “They’ll never get their hands on you. Not as long as I’m breathing.” His fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meethis eyes. The heat in them isn’t just desire—it’s fury. Possession. “You’re mine now, Ella. They can’t touch you.”
My pulse jumps. “What if they find me? What if they try to make me go back?”
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his voice calm and quiet and terrifying. “Let them try.”
Relief and happiness and a feeling of safety all rush over me. I press a kiss to Jack’s collarbone, tasting the salty warmth of his skin. “Thank you.”
He kisses me then, slow and sweet. “You don’t need to thank me, Ella. Taking care of you is my honour.”
I push up and wipe away the tears now slipping down my cheeks. “This doesn’t feel real.”
