Page 150 of Painted Scars
“I can’t imagine you losing.” Kate swings my arms.
She tugs me, and the memory fades, swapped for recollections of scraped knees from climbing the steep terrain.
A quarter of a mile up, she starts to mutter, again, something about frostbite, evil ex-cops, and how glittery hiking boots aren’t made for tactical fairy warfare.
I chuckle at her and give her a quick kiss and cuddle to ease the burn in her legs.
At the crest, I point out a break in the tree line. “See that formation? The rock wall shaped like a wolf’s head?”
She squints into the distance. “Looks more like a sad dolphin.”
Whatever. She can pick her animal. “That’s our marker. Two hundred southeast of it, there’s a hollow in the rock. That’s where we’ll hide the rifle and med kit.”
She takes a long inhale to catch her breath. “What’s the plan if we get separated?”
“We don’t. I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight.”
She puts her hands on her hips and gives me one of those looks. “So you won’t lead them away from me and let me get to safety?”
“Nope,” I reply. “We both stick together. Follow the trail markers.”
Kate nods this time. “Okay, Daddy.”
I hand her the rifle. “And if all else fails, you shoot this.”
“I’m going to need lessons with the rifle,” she sasses me. “Harper only taught me to point and shoot handguns.”
“Lessons are for tomorrow,” I tease, knowing she’ll groan.
She does, loudly enough to chase half the forest away. “Such a drill sergeant.”
By the time we head back, the sun’s low. Shadows stretch long across the ground, making the trees look taller. The cabin comes into view, wood golden in the sunset. Wisps of smoke rise from the chimney, the fire almost out.
My muscles ache in a good way, and it’s an excuse to get my Glitter Bomb into the tub for another sensual bubble bath after what I have planned.
Time for my second plan to commence. A semi-primal play slash home-invasion fantasy. Start small and build from there. I stop and click buttons on my watch, setting a timer.
Josh sprints back, his tail high and swishing.
She stops and spins on her heels. “What’s wrong?”
I take a step toward her, curling my hand behind her neck. “You’ve been a very good girl, Glitter Bomb. And good girls get rewards.”
Her eyes widen. “What kind of rewards?”
I lift the watch to communicate my intentions. “You’ve got five minutes to run and hide in the cabin. Leave the door open for me. Then I’m going to give you the full fantasy. Gag, ropes, and fucking the glitter out of your brains. What’s your safe word?”
She’s trembling from the thrill. “Tree.”
Brave little menace. I’m starting to love that danger turns her on.
“Are you ready?” I activate the timer.
She bites her lip and smiles. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
I bend to whisper the last of it. “Get your ass moving and give me the perfect view.”
She forgets about blisters and cramping muscles and jogs away, and I love the way her bottom jiggles in her sweats. I’mgoing to fuck her from behind and enjoy the sweet bounce she’s giving me.
