Willow

SIX MONTHS LATER

“I’ll come over there and give you a wallop you don’t get me my brandy.”  Maisy rolls forward to where Pike is pouring her a drink.

The lights are still twinkling on the Christmas tree.  It’s been an incredible few months and this New Year’s Eve is just another celebration of the amazing life Daddy and I are building.

“This is your last one.”  Pike turns around and hands Maisy a snifter of her brandy.

“Don’t you tell me when it’s my last one.”  She snatches it from him and spins her wheelchair around with her free hand.  Pike winks at me as I rub my belly.

I’m only three months along and I can’t wait for my belly to be bigger.  I thought I would be insecure about getting even rounder, but Pike has taught me just how beautiful I am no matter what I think.  My curves turn him on and seeing that in his eyes has repaired some of the years of self-loathing I had regarding my full figure.

“You tell your husband to mind his business Willow.  I’m ninety-two years old, what am I going to do if I have another drink? Die?”  Maisy settles in a spot by the roaring fire Pike made.

Who knew such a refined businessman could turn all lumberjack whenever we come here to the cabin.

He’s even wearing flannel for God’s sake.

And it’s hot AF.

“Hey, lumber-Daddy.” I wink back and Pike gives me that look.  The one that says in no uncertain terms, ‘You’re getting very close to a spanking young lady.’

“Willow.”  He draws my name out in playful admonishment.

“Sorry.”  A pout and an eyelash flutter grants me temporary asylum. I see the twinkle in his eye.

Pike comes over to stand in front of me.  Kissing my forehead.

“Get a room.” Maisy chimes in.  “And tell all these other men to leave me the hell alone. I’m not going home with any of them tonight. And when my Henry gets here, if they don’t back off, he’s going to knock them into next week.”

She jabs a finger in the air point toward nothing but what she sees in her mind.

“They can’t help themselves.” Pike says.  “A woman like you drives men mad.  It’s a miracle I can hold myself back.”

I swat his arm.  “You better hold yourself back Pike Richards.”

He leans down to my ear.  “You know holding back is not in my vocabulary only when it comes to you Caramia.”  He leans down and kisses me with that raw passion that takes my knees out from under me.

His tongue swoops into my mouth.  I can still taste myself on him from when he flipped my skirt up and ate me from behind as I put the finishing touches on the candy buffet that covers the kitchen island.

My pussy gushes.  I’ve learned to just live with being wet nearly 24 x 7.  Pike likes me that way and it’s darn good thing, because just he sight, sound or thought of him can put me on the edge of an orgasm in the blink of an eye.

“Come with me.”  He finishes our kiss and grabs me by the hand.  He looks toward Maisy who is having a conversation with someone only she can see.  “Maisy.  We’ll be back.  Veronica is right here if you need anything.”

Pike smiles at the stout gray haired woman sitting reading a Harlequin novel.

“I don’t need anything but these men to quit following me around.”  Maisy quips.  “And another brandy.”  She holds her drink up toward Veronica who sighs and looks toward Pike.  Maisy snorts, “You don’t need his permission to give me a damn drink.”

Pike nods.  He plays the tough guy but both Maisy and I have his number.

“You’re a sweet Daddy.”  I lean into his side as he drapes his arm over my shoulders.  “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see princess.  Just come with me.”  He has dark circles under his eyes.

Pike has been working so much.  He’s tired and I do my best to not be demanding of his time, but I miss him so.  This house I hope will be our sanctuary.  A place where he can come and recharge but sometimes I wonder how often he will be able to take time.  His company runs him to the brink of exhaustion.

He leads me down the hallway from the great room. The slick floors are made from antique pine planks.  The walls are alternating stone and plaster with barn beams imported from his families land in Hungary.

We visited there on our honeymoon.  A tour of Europe that culminated in Pike meeting his family for the first time.  Aunts, Uncles, cousins all gathered and welcomed us with open arms.

His Grandparents left some land to his mother.  He didn’t know until we were there and his mother’s brother gave him the deed to an old farm that had been in the family for gnerations.  There were several century old buildings on the property that were not repairable.  Old stables and a huge hay barn. So, Pike had them taken down, but saved all the lumber.  Shipped the beams and planks back here to build this country house for us.  It was completely just before Christmas and we’ve been staying here as a family for the holidays.

As we get close to the bedroom, Pike stops us.

“Princess.”  He shifts, taking me by the shoulders to face him.  “You are part of my very soul, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy.”  I smile. The look on his face somewhere between concern and joy.  “What is it?”

I watch him swallow hard.  I know this look.  It’s something that comes over him often.  I see the responsibility he feels for me.

“Just come in to the bedroom.  We need to talk.”

My heart sinks but he traces his hands down my arms and pulls me by the hand.  Once inside, he settles on the end of the bed, gathering me forward to stand between his legs.  His hands on my hips.

I’m near tears because I see the tension in his ace.  Something is wrong and he’s doing his best to hide it from me I can feel it.

“Daddy, something’s wrong.  You’re scaring me.”  I put my hands on his cheeks.  The rough scratch of his unshaven face under my palms.

“Baby nothing’s wrong.  I just think we need to make some decisions.  Or I need to make some decisions and I hope you will understand.”

My heart is in my throat.  I swallow and wait.

“I want to make some changes in our life.”  His brow comes together and even muscle in my body tenses.

“Okay.  Like what?”  I mumble barely able to get the words out.

“First off, I’ve already talked to my board.  As of March 1^st, I am stepping down as Chairman.  I will be a majority shareholder, but I will no longer be involved in the daily operations of Richard’s Holdings.”

He pauses, his green eyes searching my face as I wait for the other shoe to drop.  Pike managed to save the merger in spite of all the drama and chaos caused by Margaret and the Marcus family.  It was a miracle, but it made him an obscene amount of money.  Half of which he immediately turned over to a number of charities. 

“Is that it?”

“Is that okay with you?”  He asks and I can see he really isn’t sure.

“Are you kidding me?”  I throw my arms around his neck.  “I’m so happy.”  Tears spring to my eyes.  “Is that it?  Really?  That’s what you wanted to tell me?”

“Princess, I wasn’t sure if having me be the powerful business man was part of what appealed to you.  Part of why you loved me.”  His voice hints at the truth in his words.

People think of Dom’s as impervious to emotion.  That their hearts are somehow made of different stuff than the rest of us.  But I assure you they are not.  Pike is as sensitive and loving as many man on this earth and he has insecurities just like the rest of us.

“I love you even more Daddy.  Because this means I get more time with you.  You get more time with me.  With our family.”  I release my grip and take his hand to place them on my belly.  “We could be living anywhere and I’d be happier with more time with you than any position or job you would have.”

“Well, I have another thing.”  His full lips turn up.  “I want to move Maisy in here with us.  And, I’ve set up a construction company to build you a studio on the property.  A design studio for your maternity clothing line.  I think you should let me take care of the baby as much as you need.  I want you to pursue your own dreams princess.  I’ll be here to support you however you need.  Mr. Mom, financial backer and grandmother management.”

I giggle at the idea.  The powerful Dominant Lord Tower taking on the domestic roles so his wife can follow her dreams.  He stepped down from running Club Tower the day we got married.  Turned it over without looking back to his friend and trusted manager Sir James.

“You are full of surprises you know that?”  I lean down and kiss him.  The feel of his tongue moving into my mouth never gets old.  I give him wink.  “You sure you an handle Maisy without a full time staff.”

He laughs and reaches around to give my bottom a smack.

“I didn’t say I would have a staff.  But, baby, I’m ready to be fully immersed in this new life Caramia.  This life I’ve dreamed of for so long.”

My cheeks ache from the smile I think will never leave my face.

“Daddy.”  I love him so much.  He’s given me my wings under his guidance and control.

“You happy princess?”  He asks squeezing his legs together and pulling me closer, his hands moving to grip my ass.

“I’d be happier...”  The heat raises on my cheeks.  Even after this time together I still find a shyness comes over me when I want certain things from him.

His eyes light up, because not only does he know what it means when I blush and turn coy, he loves to see that little girl in me come out.

“Does my princess need something from Daddy?”

I run my hands through his hair.  He’s let it grow out just a bit and I love the way it feels between my fingers.

I lean down.  My lips brushing against his ear.

“Special kisses.”  I whisper and the words draw out a moan from him.

“Say please.”  He returns, his voice thick with lust.

“Please Daddy.  Pretty please.”

With that he’s got me turned around and on the bed.  My skirt already up around my waist as I giggle and open my legs.  He’s taught me well, never keep him from what’s his.  

“Good girl.”  He says before his mouth is on me.

When he says ‘good girl’, I hear ‘I love you’.  I’m ready to cum within a minute.  I arch into his mouth, filling the room with the words I know he loves to hear.

“I love you too Daddy.  Forever and ever.”

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