Seven
Erica
I’ve never been on birth control. I didn’t see the point of taking it if I didn’t need to. I always figured I would get on it when the time came, but then that moment never came. I’m conflicted. This was not the responsible thing to do. Colt and I have just started doing whatever this is yesterday. But when he told me he was my Daddy, and I was his baby girl every doubt left me, and the weight of life didn’t feel so heavy.
Although I know I should be worried and freaking out that I let him come inside me without a condom, I’m not. I know the kind of man he is, I know that he means what he says. Snuggled up with him, I feel like a dirty princess. He’s made me a woman. The things he said to me while he was inside me, makes me think about how beautiful it’s going to be, to be his.
I take this time to admire his sleeping form. He has one large and surprisingly calloused hand casually holding my hip, and his legs are tangled up in mine. He’s snoring like a freight train, but that does nothing to deter me from appreciating him.
He’s more human to me right now than he ever was the years I have worked for him. Even in Caraway county, bad things happen, and as captain, he never shies away from danger. I know his motto must be something like ‘I wouldn’t ask my officers to do something I’m not willing to do myself.’ He is the most handsome man I have seen. His day-old beard is sexy as sin. I wonder if he would consider not shaving? It is cold as hell outside. I begin to lightly trace my fingers over his entire face.
“Are you ready for round two baby girl?” He says in a gravelly voice, causing me to jump.
“You scared me Colt.” I chastise the sexy man.
“Who scared you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You. Colt. You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’ll be calling you Daddy anywhere else but in here.” I say, still caressing his face with one hand. He grabs my wrist and turns it, so he can kiss my pulse point.
“That’s fine baby girl, but know that in this room, I own you.”
“You own me everywhere, but Daddy is reserved for your ears only.”
He growls at me and pushes me onto my back. I immediately part my thighs for him, and when he sinks inside me, I feel whole again.
“I think I need to educate you on what it means to be your Daddy, baby girl.”
Every time he talks to me like this I lose all train of thought and can only concentrate on the man who is consuming me.
“Yes, please.” I moan breathlessly.
“Naughty girls get punished.” He snarls and instantly leaves my aching core. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s flipped me on my knees and lined his dick up at my entrance.
He pushes into me agonizingly slow. So slow that I think I am going to die before he gets all the way in me. Not being able to take it anymore, I push back on him and impale myself. I moan out so long that I am unprepared for the stinging smack he places on my right ass cheek. He quickly does the same on the left, and I am left breathless. I have never been spanked before.
“I fucking told you baby girl. Naughty girls get punished.”
If this is a punishment, I will gladly take it. The depth of feeling I have for this man knows no bounds. Though I know, I don’t fully understand it yet. I wriggle myself on him, which prompts him to rain down several more slaps on each cheek.
“This sexy ass reddens so fucking good baby girl. My handprints will be on you for days. It will be hard for you to sit down.”
That does things to me. To be marked by him is forthright in my mind. He is still pumping into me when he reaches around to my clit. He pinches my clit just right, and I go off. I come harder than ever before. When he comes inside me, he collapses on top of me and pushes me down into the mattress. He groans as he slips out of my dripping pussy.
“Baby girl, go back to sleep. It’s still late.” He grumbles and rolls off me, pulling my back to his front. He kisses the back of my head, and I snuggle into him as close as I can.
“I love you.” He murmurs.
I stiffen. It has been so long since I’ve heard that.
“You don’t have to say anything baby girl just know that I do.”
I have tears in my eyes, and my mind is going a million miles a minute. Before I can formulate a response, he’s softly snoring again.
∞∞∞
I wake up wrapped in the arms of the man who is changing everything I thought my world would be here in Caraway. I no longer feel this emptiness overtaking my soul where only memories of the people I’ve lost live. Instead, he’s filling me up with sweet words and lingering touches. He’s making promises of forever and family with a man that I couldn’t think to dream up myself.
I manage to scoot out from under him and out of bed. After finishing up in the bathroom, I wash my hands. I look at my reflection in the mirror and while I don’t look any different, other than my hair is in a giant rat’s nest, I feel different. I feel like everything has changed. My life will never be the same again, and there is no going back. Not that I want to. I don’t know exactly what I want, but forward with Colt is the only way I can see this going. When he said to call him Daddy, something inside me snapped. My pussy clenched and wept with every dirty word he spoke. It felt so wrong, dirty and taboo. But it also felt so right. Do all women feel such conflicting emotions after finally sleeping with a man?
“I missed you baby girl,” Colt says from the doorway, startling me.
“You scare easily Erica. I don’t like that.”
“I can’t help it, Colt. I’ve always been that way.”
“How are you such an enigma to me?”
“Women should be mysterious, don’t you think?” I say with a bit of sass.
“I suppose. Do you need a toothbrush or maybe a hairbrush?”
I look at the bird’s nest that is my hair and my cheeks heat. I try and comb it with my fingers through it, but it’s knotted good and tight.
“Umm yeah. That would be helpful. You have one?”
He nods and looks around in the drawers to the left of where I’m standing. “I have tons for any overnight guests I might have.”
“Oh,” I say with a frown.
“Don’t be that way baby girl. I haven’t been with anyone since before you started at the precinct. I knew then and there you were the one for me.”
“That was three years ago, Colt. Do you expect me to believe someone as… as virile as you haven’t slept with a woman in three years?”
“God’s honest truth baby girl. I was waiting for you to come around to my way of thinking. Your resignation sped that timetable up for me. Thankfully.”
“I see. About that. How are we supposed to act at work? I still have two weeks left.”
“As much as I want to claim you and shout from the rooftops that you’re my woman, it would be prudent to wait. Your last day is December twenty-third, after that, all bets are off. We will go to dinner at my mom’s on the twenty-fourth and spend a quiet Christmas together.”
“So, we won’t see each other for two weeks?” I say starting to panic.
“Fuck no, baby girl. You’ll be in my bed every night. Right where you belong.”
“Okay, I can live with that,” I say calmly.
When he moves behind me and hugs me to his chest, I melt against him. My resolve to take this slow is beginning to fade. I know why I won’t make the leap, but one day soon I know he will break down the walls and then I will be truly fucked.
“Baby girl, I don’t think a brush is going to help what you’ve got going on back here.”
I laugh. “No?”
He kisses the top of my head smiling. “No. Get in the shower. I’ll help you get the tangles out.”
He washes my body and hair, getting all the tangles out gently. He spends the rest of the shower getting me unbelievably dirty. After I’ve lost count of the number of times, my man made me come, my stomach growls.
“I’m starving Colt. What can I make us? Or should I order out?” I pick through a laundry basket on the floor by the bed. Since it’s folded, I assume it’s clean. I pull on a pair of way too big basketball shorts tying and rolling them. I also grab a Bronco’s t-shirt and a thick pair of his socks.
“It’s up to you baby girl. Whatever you want. You look hot wearing my clothes.” He says with a big grin.
“I want to cook for you. Maybe make us some dessert, if you have baking stuff.” I say with a smile.
“If I don’t have it, make me a list, and I’ll head over to the Quick Mart and get what you need while dinner is cooking.”
“That sounds good.”
I make myself at home and get a good look around his kitchen. He has good ingredients in here. I pull together the stuff I need to make Shepherd’s Pie. It’s easy and filling on a cold December night. I make him a small list of baking items I need to make chocolate chip cookies and hand it to him.
“Ok baby girl, I’ll go get this stuff. Give me your keys too. I’ll stop by and get you some clothes for tomorrow.”
“Umm, ok,” I say getting them from my purse. “I just need a white tank top, a bra, some panties and my uniform. The clean one is hanging in my closet. The code for my safe is 6589. I’ll need my gun belt and boots, which are right by the front door. Should I just go?” That is a whole lot of stuff to expect him to get for me.
“Nah, baby girl. You just make my dinner, and I’ll get everything you need.” He pulls me into a hug and leaves me breathless with the kiss he plants on me. “I’ll be back soon. Love you baby girl.”
Damn. Every time he says that I almost say it back. I know I don’t want to rush anything but fuck! He makes it so hard to stay sane. In the best possible way. I start the potatoes to boil and the ground beef browning. The peas, carrots, and green bean veggie medley are steaming in the microwave. As I scroll through the iPod he has on the counter, I find a playlist that I can jam to and make a salad. I am lost in a Chris Stapleton song about whiskey when something touches my arm. I scream and jump back from the stove.
“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you. I got the stuff you needed. I already hung your uniform up in my closet and put your gun in my safe.
“Ok.” Damn. I put a hand of over my heart like that is going to slow it down. “Let’s put these groceries away.” Going through the bag, I see all the stuff I asked for and a jumbo pack of size 7 granny panties.
“What the hell are these?” I ask.
“I saw what you had in your underwear drawer. No fucking way is my woman wearing those tiny sexy things to work. Those are for my eyes only.”
“Wow.” That’s all I can manage. “You’re a freaking neanderthal Colt. But I’ll wear these damn tents. Don’t worry.”
“I never doubted that you wouldn’t wear them baby girl.”
Men. Why do they think that their amazing cocks give them a license to be an asshole? Mysteries of the universe.