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Story: Chance
Her eyes flew open. How had he found her? And what the heck did he mean by “Yet”?
She didn’t need to see the man to recognize who he was. Heseemed to be exercising every ounce of control he had. It was as if he could picture her over his knee. Yeah, she’d overheard enough at the Friendsgiving last week to understand that was a very real possibility. No matter how far she traveled, she couldn’t escape towns like Nameless. Not that she wanted to, but what were the odds?
“Yet?” Her voice still sounded like she had swallowed gravel, and she stifled a wince. She had hoped her throat would be better by now. Of course, screaming when she fell from the roof hadn’t helped.
Her mind felt fuzzy, but she needed to concentrate. He had asked her questions, and all she could do was stare up at him. He was just as gorgeous as she remembered. What was he doing here?
His face grew even harder as he stared down at her. “Yes, yet.”
Why had she said anything?
Without waiting for her to offer any explanations, he said, “I’m going to make sure you didn’t break anything, then we’re going inside to talk.”
That didn’t sound good. She had lived among Daddies long enough to know talk didn’t usually mean words. But that couldn’t be what he meant. They didn’t know each other. She wasn’t even sure if he was a Daddy. And he certainly couldn’t know she was a Little. She was very good at keeping that part of herself hidden.
She stared up at him as he ran his hands along her ribs, abdomen, and legs. Even though he didn’t touch any of her princess parts, her nipples peaked, and her pussy pulsed as if he had.
What was it about this man? Sure, he looked like an angel, even if he was a fallen one with dark hair and sunset-blue eyes. Physically, he was stunning. But that wasn’t it.
She’d been around attractive men all her life. It was the sense of control and calm that surrounded him. Even when he was upset, as he clearly was right now, she wasn’t afraid he’d lose control. Ofcourse, she was feeling a little woozy and off balance at the moment.
“Why are you here?” she whispered.
His eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with your voice?”
Oops. She really needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. She pointed to the roof and then made a gesture that looked more like she was playing an invisible piano than anything else. Ariel made it look so easy inThe Little Mermaid. Maybe she needed a fork.
Deciding that wouldn’t help, she settled for whispering. “Nothing. I just, um, don’t want to make any loud noises that might make the rest of the snow fall off the roof.”
A vein pulsed at his temple. “You do not want to add to the trouble you’re in by lyin’ to me, babygirl. Your bottom is going to be hurtin’ soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”
She shook her head, leaving her dizzy. What was wrong with her? Given the way Chance glared down at her, she didn’t think it would be wise to ask him. He didn’t seem too pleased to find her in this cabin.
She sniffled. Story of her life. No one worth having wanted her.
Why should he care if she stayed in this cabin? She wasn’t hurting it. She wasn’t bothering anyone. She should give him a piece of her mind. “You’re just a greedy meanie.”
Ha! Take that!
If only she were brave enough to say that out loud. And had one of those long, pointy swords to poke him with. She giggled at the thought, but the pain quickly put an end to that.
He smirked at her. “You wound me, gypsy. Are you sure you didn’t bump your head on somethin’ in the snow?”
Oh, it was too late for him to play nice now. She’d gotten up at the crack of dawn, left the shelter, and driven what must have been a hundred miles. It felt like forever. Come to think of it, he shouldn’t even be here. Why was he so far from his ranch?
“Why are you out here in the frontier wilderness? It’s a long, long way from your ranch.”
“There is no frontier anymore, gypsy. You only drove about ten miles. I’m here because this is my land. You’re in my cabin. So, the one who shouldn’t be here is you.”
Rats! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Wait. Had she said that out loud? And if he thought she’d only driven ten miles, his sense of direction was as bad as hers. Poor cowboy. There was no way that old dirt road she’d taken wasn’t as long as it seemed. Was she talking too much? “You’re rambling. Stop it.”
She squeaked when he scooped her up and stood. He seemed even taller from up here next to his head. He must really be strong. She hoped he hadn’t brought any rope with him this time. Was it just her, or was it hot out here?
He shook his head. “You're the one runnin’ off at the mouth, darlin’. I’m saving my words for when I get you back to the lodge. Once I make sure you’re all right, trust me, we’re gonna talk. Long and hard.”
She chose to ignore the way his warning made her tummy and her bottom clench. “That’s okay. I was talking to me.”
“What?”
She didn’t need to see the man to recognize who he was. Heseemed to be exercising every ounce of control he had. It was as if he could picture her over his knee. Yeah, she’d overheard enough at the Friendsgiving last week to understand that was a very real possibility. No matter how far she traveled, she couldn’t escape towns like Nameless. Not that she wanted to, but what were the odds?
“Yet?” Her voice still sounded like she had swallowed gravel, and she stifled a wince. She had hoped her throat would be better by now. Of course, screaming when she fell from the roof hadn’t helped.
Her mind felt fuzzy, but she needed to concentrate. He had asked her questions, and all she could do was stare up at him. He was just as gorgeous as she remembered. What was he doing here?
His face grew even harder as he stared down at her. “Yes, yet.”
Why had she said anything?
Without waiting for her to offer any explanations, he said, “I’m going to make sure you didn’t break anything, then we’re going inside to talk.”
That didn’t sound good. She had lived among Daddies long enough to know talk didn’t usually mean words. But that couldn’t be what he meant. They didn’t know each other. She wasn’t even sure if he was a Daddy. And he certainly couldn’t know she was a Little. She was very good at keeping that part of herself hidden.
She stared up at him as he ran his hands along her ribs, abdomen, and legs. Even though he didn’t touch any of her princess parts, her nipples peaked, and her pussy pulsed as if he had.
What was it about this man? Sure, he looked like an angel, even if he was a fallen one with dark hair and sunset-blue eyes. Physically, he was stunning. But that wasn’t it.
She’d been around attractive men all her life. It was the sense of control and calm that surrounded him. Even when he was upset, as he clearly was right now, she wasn’t afraid he’d lose control. Ofcourse, she was feeling a little woozy and off balance at the moment.
“Why are you here?” she whispered.
His eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with your voice?”
Oops. She really needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. She pointed to the roof and then made a gesture that looked more like she was playing an invisible piano than anything else. Ariel made it look so easy inThe Little Mermaid. Maybe she needed a fork.
Deciding that wouldn’t help, she settled for whispering. “Nothing. I just, um, don’t want to make any loud noises that might make the rest of the snow fall off the roof.”
A vein pulsed at his temple. “You do not want to add to the trouble you’re in by lyin’ to me, babygirl. Your bottom is going to be hurtin’ soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”
She shook her head, leaving her dizzy. What was wrong with her? Given the way Chance glared down at her, she didn’t think it would be wise to ask him. He didn’t seem too pleased to find her in this cabin.
She sniffled. Story of her life. No one worth having wanted her.
Why should he care if she stayed in this cabin? She wasn’t hurting it. She wasn’t bothering anyone. She should give him a piece of her mind. “You’re just a greedy meanie.”
Ha! Take that!
If only she were brave enough to say that out loud. And had one of those long, pointy swords to poke him with. She giggled at the thought, but the pain quickly put an end to that.
He smirked at her. “You wound me, gypsy. Are you sure you didn’t bump your head on somethin’ in the snow?”
Oh, it was too late for him to play nice now. She’d gotten up at the crack of dawn, left the shelter, and driven what must have been a hundred miles. It felt like forever. Come to think of it, he shouldn’t even be here. Why was he so far from his ranch?
“Why are you out here in the frontier wilderness? It’s a long, long way from your ranch.”
“There is no frontier anymore, gypsy. You only drove about ten miles. I’m here because this is my land. You’re in my cabin. So, the one who shouldn’t be here is you.”
Rats! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Wait. Had she said that out loud? And if he thought she’d only driven ten miles, his sense of direction was as bad as hers. Poor cowboy. There was no way that old dirt road she’d taken wasn’t as long as it seemed. Was she talking too much? “You’re rambling. Stop it.”
She squeaked when he scooped her up and stood. He seemed even taller from up here next to his head. He must really be strong. She hoped he hadn’t brought any rope with him this time. Was it just her, or was it hot out here?
He shook his head. “You're the one runnin’ off at the mouth, darlin’. I’m saving my words for when I get you back to the lodge. Once I make sure you’re all right, trust me, we’re gonna talk. Long and hard.”
She chose to ignore the way his warning made her tummy and her bottom clench. “That’s okay. I was talking to me.”
“What?”
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