Page 7 of Something More

Chapter Seven

____________

Ford

I made damn sure the only place I would be tonight is at my house. If she comes tonight, she's mine. No going back. No pretending that this is the same relationship we started on the playground. If she comes, I'm not letting her leave.

And if she doesn't? Well, that just means I need to give her more time. And more attention. I need to woo her more until she does come to me. I didn't mean for last night to happen the way it did but I'm not about to regret it either. Not when it was the best night of my life.

Having Payton's weight on top of me and her pussy in my mouth was heaven but having her mouth on me at the same time...I'm not sure how I survived. Waiting today instead of going out and finding her has been hell. It feels wrong to not be with her, not know where she is or what she is doing. Not because I don't trust her. That has nothing to do with why I kept my eye on Payton. I need to be around her. I need to look at her. If I don't, I feel like I can't catch my breath, like I'm less of myself.

Being away from her was absolute hell but I knew it was something I had to do. Not just to give her that time to grow but also to ensure I can support her. I want to make sure that she will always be taken care of, always have the things she needs. Being a cop just comes naturally to me. I'm big and even if some people might just see the mild-mannered persona that the glasses give me, once they run up against me they find out very quickly that the only thing fragile about me is my patience for bullshit.

I've wanted to be a cop since the day I came home from school and a cop from the city was waiting on me. He told me about my mom and her accident, took me to the James' house, and pretty much held me together until I could find the way to hold myself together. I still talk to Officer Daniels. He came to my graduation from the Academy and was a big reason why I got the job on the island.

My doorbell rings and I am up ready to answer it before the last echo of it bounces through my house. I take a calm breath and open the door. Sunlight from the fading sun lights her hair turning it bright and vibrant like a flame, a halo of fire for an angel that tempts me to be very, very bad.

I stand in the entryway with my arm raised. She needs to make damn sure she understands why she came to me. I don't have regrets and I don't want her to have them either. "Why are you here, Payton?"

She rolls her lips around her teeth, "You told me to come."

I fight the smile trying to break free. "You know what I mean. If you come into this house, things are going to change."

She rolls her eyes at me and puts her hands up to push on my chest in typical Payton fashion. "Either way we have to talk." I move out of the way so she can come in. She's made her decision one way or another when she pushed her way in. "I agree, things have changed and since everyone seems to believe things are a certain way between us we definitely need to...," She twirls her hand in the air like she can conjure up the right word or words.

"Define our relationship?"

She looks at me with big eyes that pull at my heart. They always have. It is one of the reasons all those years ago I just went along with whatever she said. "I...um, okay. Yes, that is what we need to do."

I can't hold in the smile that curls the corners of my mouth this time. It must look like I am about to make a meal out of her because for the first time since I ate her innocent, little pussy she looks uncertain. I position myself so that I can walk her backwards towards the hallway with the master bedroom at the end of it.

"Well, I think...," I move us into the hall, so far so good, "you can be the boss everywhere else, and I will follow your lead, give you anything you ask, treat you like the queen you are...," now for the tricky part. Getting her into the actual room. "But in the bedroom, I’m in charge, I show you who your king is, see to your every need the way you need it, take care of you, baby you if need be, and take control so you don't have to worry about anything while you are in my bed - ever."

"I don't...I don't understand what that means. What does that mean? Are you going to be a jerk and just tell me what I should and shouldn't like? Give me what you think I need and that's it? Am I just going to be some doll for you to play with and put away?"

I laugh out loud this time. The very thought of someone trying to silence Payton, to make her do something she doesn't want to do, is hilarious. "No, baby. That’s not what I mean at all. It’s not what I want at all."

She looks around finally realizing where we are. It's just beginning to dawn on her that she might be in over her head. I walk her farther back until she is right in front of the bed. She looks to either side of her and I can tell she is going to try to make a run for it. I realize this is hard for her to understand -fuck, it's hard for me to understand sometimes - but this is what I am talking about. The chase and play of hunter and hunted. The aspect of giving the gift of control and really being the one in control. It all goes into this fucked up need I have where Payton is concerned.

She dashes to the side after faking a lunge for the opposite one. I allow her to think she's got a head start before I end the chase. She makes it to the living room before I am on her, lifting her off the ground. She wiggles in my arms but doesn't shout to be let down or act fearful or miffed that I caught her. Instead, she just crinkles her brows together and waits for me to bounce her on the bed. I made sure it was a large enough bed that not just me and her could roll around in it but our children too when we start popping out babies.

I can see us here on Sunday mornings snuggled up together with a baby on either side of us...maybe two if Payton is willing to give me that many. Another aspect I’m happy to let her call the shots as long as I get to be the one and only to knock her up. She's talked about babies before so I know she wants them. And I am more than willing to give them to her.

I want to see her little body change yet again from a young woman to a confident mother. I want to watch her curves grow rounder, her body fill out to provide for our child. I want to see her care for and nurture our little baby. That is something I very much want and something I am not going to be able to wait on much longer. The very thought of breeding my little Payton makes my cock angry and swollen.

I am on her before she can finish the first bounce. Her cute little summer skirt flips up and gives me a perfect view of tiny panties with the word love written across them. "Did you wear those for me, sweet girl?"

She pokes her chin out in a challenging way that just does it for me. I love everything about Payton but her stubborn streak is the thing that turns me on quicker and harder than anything. "I wore them to remind myself that nothing less than love is what I should settle for."

I give her a quirk of my lips. "You should never settle for anything, Payton. You aren't the kind of woman to take whatever life throws at you. You're the type of woman to turn around and force life to fall in line for you. Never forget that you are the Queen in charge!"

With that, I take her panties in both hands and give them a good yank. She gasps out but I also notice her legs part before her mind takes over once more. Her instincts are telling her all she needs to know. Her baser self already knows I will take care of her.

I drag my eyes down her mound and over her pussy. "Did you think about what happened last night when I took you to your mom and dad's? Did you lay in your bed and think about my mouth on this smooth as sin pussy? Did you get turned on?"

Her thighs squeeze together telling me she's fighting the sensations I am giving her. "Did you touch yourself?"

Her shocked eyes round before she asks me, "Did you look at the camera thing again?"

---