MAGNUS

It’s going to be a miracle if I can keep my dick under control for the next few hours.  I’m standing at the edge of the bed, having tucked the billowing white linen around her twice already, and already I can see I’ve created a monster.  Who knew this sweet, shy little Angel I’ve craved for months would turn the tables on me.

“Please.”  Her pout has a direct line of communication with my dick.

That word is going to be my undoing.

“Stay under the covers, Angel.  Don’t make Daddy turn you over and give you your first spanking.”

She flings the covers back and I know she’s testing me, but that’s fine.  That’s what I’m here for, to show her I will never waver.  What I say, I mean, and eventually that will be the safety net she counts on.

My cock twitches higher in my pants.  I tossed out the cut open underwear, and now I’m regretting my decision to go commando because she’s eyeing the near constant tent in the front of my pants like a lioness stalking her prey.

“I said please.  Didn’t you say you would give me what I need?”

She pushes her still damp hair from her face, jumps up and kneels in the center of the bed.  The white sheets, crisp and clean, make all her soft pinkness even more intoxicating.  Thank Christ I made her put on my t-shirt to sleep in.  I wanted something on her that smelled like me.  It drapes down over her legs and hangs on her like a doll dressed in life-size clothes.

“Yep, and I will give you what you need.  But that’s not always the same as what you want.” 

From the twinkle in her green eyes and the way she bites down on her lower lip, she’s fairly sure she’s got the drop on me.  Poor baby’s going to learn eventually; I’ve been preparing my entire life for her and my resolve will not falter.

“Where do you want me?”  She wiggles higher on the bed, half leaning down on one elbow.

This is our family place, but it’s really mine.  I built it a few years back, paid for it myself, thinking I would use it for just a weekend house, but while I was working I barely spent any time here.  Now, I’m rethinking that.  It’s got twelve acres, a barn, the old cabin.  The grounds are partially wooded, and I’m starting to see visions of a future here much different than I’d ever expected. 

“I’ll show you where I want you, Angel.”

“Oooo.”  Her mouth makes my dick drip cum inside my pants as I imagine those lips making that sound as she takes my monster between them. “Goody.  I knew you’d give in.”

But there’s something else in store for her at the moment.

“Daddy means what he says.  I’m not fucking you until tomorrow, princess, and I’ve had about enough of you pushing the issue.”

“Sure he does.  But I bet I can get what I want if I really try.”  She bats her eyelashes and I can see from the determined look in her eye that she’s not clear on just who’s in charge here.  I’m not a boy, easily swayed by her flirtation.  I’m a man, and she will soon learn the difference.

I take a seat on the edge of the bed.  Sure, I want to spread her and sink my dick home and stay there for about a week.  But once we cross that line, her pussy’s going to take over and it will take every ounce of my control to not let her sweet heat call the shots.  I need to set some boundaries right now.

I reach over to her, looping my hand down and around her waist, and she gives me a playful grin.  I ate her cunt and she came twice after her bath, and she wants the main event, but I already told her that wouldn’t be happening tonight.  Our first time is planned out to the last detail; I want it perfect for her.  And she’s tired.  It’s been a long crazy day, but she thinks just a wink and a peek at her shiny pussy is going to weaken my will.  She needs to learn that when I say so, playtime’s over.

“Come here, princess.  Time for a lesson on who’s in charge.”

A flash of realization finally spreads over face, her cheeks still warm from the bath turn deep crimson just as I’ve got her around the waist, and she begins a futile struggle.  My power is no match for her tiny, curvy body.  I have no doubt she can be a firecracker, and I honestly look forward to all the ways I’m going to teach her just what being my precious little girl is going to mean.

“Ass up, princess.”

“Wait, what—”

Her arms flutter around a bit, but I’ve got her up and over my spread knees in about three seconds, pushing the t-shirt up to her waist.  I look down and see a pair of Beauty and the Beast panties covering her full ass-cheeks, half riding up her crack and it feels like I just took a hard sucker punch to the gut.  On a grunting prayer I regain my composure.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph those panties.  I’m horrified at how turned on I am right now.

She must read my mind because she wiggles her ass and cranes her head around.  “I stopped at the store on my way up here last night.  They had them at the dollar store, a little treat for my job promotion.  Do you like them?”  She tilts her head, with a smirk on her face.

“Yes, very much.  I like them so much, I’m going cum all over those sweet panties and stuff them in that sassy mouth of yours when I’m done.”

The sight of her ripe ass cheeks sends my mind spinning.  Thinking of the day I will take her here as well.  Fuck.  I shift my hips under her torso as she starts trying to press her hands on my rock solid thigh in an effort to dislodge herself from her new position.  But that’s not happening.

I jerk the soft white fabric down until they catch on the crease below her ass cheeks and the first smack has her sucking in a breath that must go all the way to her toes.

For the next minute, it’s two people lost inside the same new experience .  Bodies tense, random words spilling out of open lips, heady breaths, and hands and arms gripping onto any part of the other they can find.  The sound of my hand smacking on her flesh lights up even deeper, more primal parts of me.

“Next time, when I tell you how it’s going to be, don’t keep pushing the issue, babygirl.  I mean what I say.  You’ll get more than enough of my cock eventually, trust me on that.”

The next smack brings a yelp from her throat, but at that exact a moment her hands find my lower leg and hold on like a child.  Her body softens and by the next swack, her ass comes up to meet my hand.

Soon, she’s melting over my legs, her sounds changing from painful to pleasurable, and I feel even closer to her than I have so far.

Her red ass is more than I can take, and I can’t resist sneaking a finger down into her crack, touching ever so gently at her back entrance, listening to the change in her breathing when I press.

“This will be my cock’s second home someday soon, little girl.  Daddy’s dick is going to be in here before you know it.  Would you like that?  My cock in your ass?”  The words rumble out of me, my finger ready to push inside, gently teasing her there with a spin around the puckered rim, but if I did that, I don’t think my resolve would hold.

“Uh huh.” 

With that I pull her panties back up and over her crimson skin.  I gather her, shaking, into my lap for a long hug.  I’m shocked that I love the cuddles as much as the sex.  Maybe more.  Damn, this sweet girl has me by the short hairs, that’s for sure.  When her breathing steadies, I lay her back on the bed so her legs are almost dangling off the edge, her cheeks plump and her lips shiny and open.

“Spread your legs and get those knees up, too.”  I reach down and release my cock from my pants, stepping over so I’m centered between her knees.  Her eyes light up at the sight, but I set her straight.  “I told you I’m going to cum on those cock teasing panties, and that’s what I’m going to do.  Then you’re going to put them in your mouth so you can taste us together while you fall asleep.”

My fist tightens around my diamond-hard shaft as she opens her legs.  Her face reminds me of a kid on Christmas morning, her eyes nearly popping out of the sockets as she watches me pump my cock, aiming the head down.  I’m already close, pre-cum making my hand glide easily up and down.  My balls tingle, and a sensation like lightning hits me in my gut when Angel puts her index finger into her mouth and starts to suck.

“Jesus, fuck.”  My head falls back and I bite the inside of my cheek so hard blood flows over my tongue.

That’s it.  My dick explodes with white jets of cream as I lean in to be sure it lands right where I imagine her sweet virgin body opens up.  The cotton drips with strands of my cum as I grunt and lean down to lock one arm on the bed, next to her hip, so I don’t fall on my face.  When my orgasm lets me breathe again, I gather the last of my cream off the end of my dick with my fingers and smear it on her lips.  I fight my still-hard cock back into my pants and zip up.  Reaching down, I tug the panties down from her full hips, over her knees and off her ankles, leaving shining trails of cum on the insides of her legs.

“Now, up on those pillows, sweet girl.”  I hold the sticky panties in one hand while I swing the covers back over her.

“You’re not really going to—”

I push the cum-soaked crotch of her panties between her sassy lips before she can finish her sentence.  Her mouth is full and her eyes are smiling.  She needs the comfort of knowing that when I say something is going to happen, it will.

“Now I have work to do and things to prepare for tomorrow.”

Once I’ve tucked the comforter around her, her eyes are already nothing but tired slits.  I lean down and kiss the parting of her hair.  “Good night, my precious Angel.”

Daddy loves you.

I’m thinking it, I’m just not sure she’s ready to hear it.  So I hold it in my heart for now.  She points to her mouth, asking if she can say something, and as beautiful as she is with those cum-soaked panties in her mouth I have to nod.

“You can take them out if you need to tell me something, but then they go right back in.”

She takes the fabric out, just far enough so she can speak.

“Okay.  Where will you be?  Will you come in to sleep with me?”  Her eyes light up a little and she brings my heart right along for the ride.  She replaces the fabric into her willing mouth.

“Yes, baby.  I’ll be here in a bit.  I’m keeping my clothes on though because I’m only so strong.”

Her giggle is like a good night kiss to my heart.  I want to make her smile and laugh more than I want anything else for myself in this life.

Seeing her so innocent and relaxed makes me think of my twinge of disappointment when she told me she’s on the birth control shot to ease some of her symptoms from her endrometriosis.  Once she told me about her health issues, I settled comfortably with waiting.  As much as I want to swell her with my seed, I think she needs her own time to be her little self.  Her health is most important.  The time will come.  But for now, I’m here to take care of her.  The babies will come soon enough.

I make my way to the bedroom door, and her breathing is already low and steady.  She looks so small in the massive log bed, and my mind thunders with all the worries I have for her.  I can see right now where the love my dad had for my mom came from. 

The way he took care of her all makes sense now.  He always said he worried about her even when she was happiest.  Because he worried someday that she wouldn’t be and everything he did was for her.

I get it, Dad, I get it.

After several hours of prep-work, I tiptoe back into the bedroom.  I had to throw around some big tips to get what I needed here for the morning, but thankfully I’m a well-liked guy in town.  Even when I had to call a couple shop owners at home, they were gracious and made sure I had everything I needed for my babygirl.  Because I need to make sure tomorrow is perfect.

I SET UP MY USUAL DOG sitter as well.  Tinder and Leopold are at my other house and I have a service that comes twice every day I’m working to walk them and feed them.  The housekeeper is there in the guesthouse as well spoiling them to death in the evenings when I work late.  But I made sure to call in re-inforcements.  One of the dog walkers is their favorite and I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, so she’s taking them home with her for a few days while I spend my time with Angel.

My dogs are part of my family, and very soon Angel will meet them and we will all be together, but for the moment, I need it to be just us.  I slip through the bedroom door as silent as I can manage.

I cover my nose and mouth to muffle the snort when I see how she is draped diagonally across the bed, my t-shirt pressed up under her tits and her arms wide over her head.  The sex-soaked panties have fallen out of her mouth and are laying on the pillow half, stuck to her cheek.  White flakes of my cum encircle her lips.

Her reckless abandon makes me happy.  Not just happy, fucking joyful.  So does the sight of her bare pussy.  I want her this comfortable here in our home.

Because that’s how it has to be.  She’s mine.  In a pre-historic, caveman, drag-you-by-your-hair-then-love-you-until-you-can’t-walk sort of way.

I slide into the closet, getting into a pair of boxers and clean jeans, discarding my clothes from the day in the hamper.  I leave my chest bare; I want to feel her against me.  Against my heart.

My better judgment tells me if I’m climbing in there with her, and expect to not ravage her before dawn, then I’m going to need to put on a suit of armor.  But I make the sign of the cross and ask for strength instead.

I debate whether or not to take off my prosthetic.  It’s not comfortable enough to sleep in, although I’m not all that concerned about sleep.  We haven’t talked about it at all.  My foot that is.  Or lack thereof more accurately.

My heart sinks for a moment as I wonder if it will disgust her or make me less attractive to her.  I may be her confident champion, a beast of a man that most people would think wouldn’t let anyone’s opinion unsettle him.

But that’s not true.  I care what she thinks of me.  I want her as attracted to me as I am to her.  I need that. With a deep breath, I sit down on the edge of the bed and undo the straps that hold the metal spring that serves as my ankle and foot in place.  Then I remove the two layers of fabric and formed latex that cover the base of my lower leg.  In the dark I can see the outline of the curve where it ends, just above where my ankle used to be.

I set it down on the floor next to the bed and shift my weight around trying not to disturb her. 

It takes a few slow movements for me to shift her back up onto the pillows.   I bundle her against me, and slip under the covers and she moans, flinging an arm around in high arc and practically knocking me out with an elbow shot to my temple.  That girl has a swing on her, that’s for sure, and I have to stifle a laugh.  But she doesn’t wake.

Another few shifts of our bodies and I’m spooning her like nobody’s business.  Who the fuck would have thought someone like me would know the word ‘spooning,’ let alone imagine that it would put this big stupid smile on my face.

I breathe her in, the cherry sweetness reminding me of what she’s going to give me tomorrow.  And what I’m going to give her. 

My cock springs to life at the thought, but he will have to make do with some nice bum nuzzling from inside my jeans.  For now.  He won’t have long to wait though, because by this time tomorrow night, my girl will not be able to walk on her own.

BY SIX A.M., I’VE MANAGED to get everything in order.  I’m running on a couple hours of sleep but I’m wide awake.  I’m as nervous as a bride on her wedding night.  A shift inside me makes me feel lighter than I have in years.  The mixture of pride and gratitude that she is here with me nearly has me pinching myself to be sure this isn’t a dream.

The house has a bedroom on the main level that I’ve never used.  It was sparsely decorated, and for my purposes it will be perfect.

I let the workers in at four o’clock in the morning, and warned them that if they were louder than a mouse taking a shit I would be wringing necks.  This whole thing needs to be a surprise.

The last of the delivery people are out the back door, so I step lightly up the stairs, only to hear water running in the bathroom.

Fuck, if she heard anything I’ll be pissed.  I don’t know why it means so much to me that this day is perfect for her, but it does. 

“Angel?”  The first grayish pink of the sunrise is coming up over the east side of the lake, casting a glow across the wave tips.  The wind kicked up during the night, blowing in a temperature drop and reminding me that Thanksgiving is in a few weeks.

“I’m in here.” 

“What are you doing up?”  I push open the bathroom door to see her standing there, fresh from the shower and dripping all over the marble floor, sporting a fresh pair of panties with the image of Beauty and the Beast dancing.

“I wanted to take a quick shower before you came back.  Today’s the day, right?”

I grab a towel from the counter as I step toward her, opening it up and rubbing it on her dripping hair.

“Yes, Angel, it is.  Come on, we’ve waited long enough.  I want to show you.”

I scoop her up, leaving the towel in a heap on the floor.  A flash of insecurity filters through as my leg reminds me of the parts that are no longer there.  Phantom pains, they’re called, and for me they’re a reminder of more than just my missing body parts.  I shake it away, nothing is going to come between us today.

We head out the bedroom door toward the stairs and her hands rope around my neck.  Already the scent of her is making my chest tighten and my mind spin.  I need her.

She has no idea how much.