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Story: Chance
She was glad for the ropes then. Without them, she would have fractured into tiny pieces and drifted away. Shivers wracked her body even as she climaxed.
Her clit was too sensitive to the touch of his tongue, so he shifted it more to the side, extending her pleasure. Through it all, he held her. She was safe in his arms.
He returned to his position by her side on the bed, running his fingers through her hair. He kissed her with the most tenderness she’d ever experienced. When she had recovered, he said, “I love that I could give you that, little gypsy. Let's get these ropes off you and get you tucked in.”
It was so hard to keep her eyes open, but still she tried. The last thing she wanted, after everything he’d just given her, was to be selfish. “What about you, Daddy? Don’t you want to come?”
“There’ll be time enough for that, babygirl. Tonight was about you.”
She smiled at that. “I like your ropes, Daddy.”
He huffed a laugh. “You can be my forever rope bunny, Gypsy. Now you rest while Daddy unties the ropes.”
She wanted to see her skin once the ropes were gone. Wouldshe have the patten left on her skin? She also needed to talk to him. Did future and forever mean the same thing to him as it did to her?
She wanted to do both those things. She did neither, as sleep overtook her and pulled her under its spell.
CHAPTER 14
Four days later, he was still riding the high of Gypsy’s body held motionless by his ropes, straining to reach him as he fucked her sweet pussy with his tongue before finishing her off with his fingers. It had taken every ounce of Chance’s self-control not to slam his dick inside her and fuck her until they both found relief. But he already had plans for the first time they made love, and that wasn't it.
Three days ago, he had to get back to work. His brothers and the hands had carried his part of the load for too long now, but he hated being unable to call her throughout the day to make sure she was doing okay. All she had was the burner phone the detective had given her.
Two days ago, he had driven into Wilder and bought his girl a new phone. When he gave it to her at lunch that day, she acted like he'd given her a bar of gold. The memory of her jumping up and down, squealing, before throwing her arms around his neck and pressing kisses all over his cheeks never failed to make him smile. Not to mention every time she texted him one of the countlesspictures she’d colored or asked some question about some word grouping game called Connections.
It made him feel good that he’d given her something she needed, something she also enjoyed. He probably went over the top, buying her the latest model with all the bells and whistles, but he wanted nothing but the best for his little girl.
She'd worried at first about Eddie being able to find her. When he explained it wasn't a public number and her name wasn't attached to the phone at all, she reluctantly agreed when he told her to always keep the phone with her.
Yesterday, she started working in the kitchen with Ruby, Kenzie, and Tildi. They were good for her and helped keep her mind off Texas. She’d also taken over the ranch’s website and social media. That was huge because he hated that shit. She showed him the progress she’d made last night, and it was stunning. He wasn’t sure they were ready for the uptick in guests they’d be getting from her efforts, but he’d worry about that later.
When she’d shown him her photography website, he’d been amazed. And turned on. She was an incredible photographer. And he was already planning a photo album of her in those poses wearing nothing but his ropes. He knew exactly why she’d named her companySmile, Beautiful. It was evident in every picture she took. She brought out the beauty in everyone she photographed.
Chance was thrilled with the way Joy had settled into his home. It was as if she’d always been there. And if he had anything to say about it, she always would be. Because letting her go wasn’t an option. Not anymore. His life was settled into a peaceful, predictable routine. Just like he liked it. He relaxed back into his life, where he was in complete control.
Today, well. That peace of mind was what led to the situation he faced now. He’d let his guard down. To say he was surprised to see Joy outside in the cold was an understatement.
He had told her to stay inside the house unless she had one ofhis brothers with her. Best he could tell, she was all alone. At least she'd better be, with what she was doing. If not, one of his brothers was a dead man.
He blinked twice, just to make sure what he was seeing wasn't some type of snow mirage. But no, it was her, live and in person. She stood, no hat and no gloves, tossing a giant beach ball at Bullwinkle – fuck – Ironside.
He took off at a run, too scared to shout her name for fear of upsetting the bull. The sense of déjà vu irony was not lost on him. If he’d handled that like he should have, she wouldn’t be out here, putting her life at risk again in less than a month.
Hearing her laughter on the breeze only stoked his anger. She was about to learn there was nothing fun about putting herself in harm's way. Especially harm that could gore and trample her. What the hell was she thinking?
Even as he asked the question, he knew. She didn’t think. She just acted, expecting everything to be sunshine and roses. She needed to wake up to a few of life’s realities. Life didn’t guarantee sunshine, roses, and happily ever after.
Sometimes, when everything was going well, life kicked you in the balls and dumped everything on your shoulders. Whether you were ready or not. He’d learned that lesson years ago when his parents left on a routine errand and never came home.
There she stood, standing with her feet on the bottom slat of the fence, leaning into the holding pen by balancing her hips on the top slat. She tossed the giant ball into the center of the pen.
Bullwinkle—fuck it—Bullwinkle watched the ball sail to the center of the holding area. Shock at what happened next halted him in his tracks. The bull trotted off toward the ball, then, gentle as a lamb, retrieved the ball by pushing it back to Gypsy with his nose.
What. The. Fuck. No, really, what the everlovin’ fuck?
The ball rolled to a stop just out of reach. So, climbing up to thethird slat, she leaned into the pen and stretched out her hand for the ball. Bullwinkle watched, swinging his tail in excitement.
Chance had lived on the ranch all of his thirty-three years, and he’d seen how quickly things could change when animals were involved. He had to stop her from getting hurt, even as he recognized when he got his hands on her, he was tanning her ass. The difference was, though it would hurt, she’d live through a spanking.
Her clit was too sensitive to the touch of his tongue, so he shifted it more to the side, extending her pleasure. Through it all, he held her. She was safe in his arms.
He returned to his position by her side on the bed, running his fingers through her hair. He kissed her with the most tenderness she’d ever experienced. When she had recovered, he said, “I love that I could give you that, little gypsy. Let's get these ropes off you and get you tucked in.”
It was so hard to keep her eyes open, but still she tried. The last thing she wanted, after everything he’d just given her, was to be selfish. “What about you, Daddy? Don’t you want to come?”
“There’ll be time enough for that, babygirl. Tonight was about you.”
She smiled at that. “I like your ropes, Daddy.”
He huffed a laugh. “You can be my forever rope bunny, Gypsy. Now you rest while Daddy unties the ropes.”
She wanted to see her skin once the ropes were gone. Wouldshe have the patten left on her skin? She also needed to talk to him. Did future and forever mean the same thing to him as it did to her?
She wanted to do both those things. She did neither, as sleep overtook her and pulled her under its spell.
CHAPTER 14
Four days later, he was still riding the high of Gypsy’s body held motionless by his ropes, straining to reach him as he fucked her sweet pussy with his tongue before finishing her off with his fingers. It had taken every ounce of Chance’s self-control not to slam his dick inside her and fuck her until they both found relief. But he already had plans for the first time they made love, and that wasn't it.
Three days ago, he had to get back to work. His brothers and the hands had carried his part of the load for too long now, but he hated being unable to call her throughout the day to make sure she was doing okay. All she had was the burner phone the detective had given her.
Two days ago, he had driven into Wilder and bought his girl a new phone. When he gave it to her at lunch that day, she acted like he'd given her a bar of gold. The memory of her jumping up and down, squealing, before throwing her arms around his neck and pressing kisses all over his cheeks never failed to make him smile. Not to mention every time she texted him one of the countlesspictures she’d colored or asked some question about some word grouping game called Connections.
It made him feel good that he’d given her something she needed, something she also enjoyed. He probably went over the top, buying her the latest model with all the bells and whistles, but he wanted nothing but the best for his little girl.
She'd worried at first about Eddie being able to find her. When he explained it wasn't a public number and her name wasn't attached to the phone at all, she reluctantly agreed when he told her to always keep the phone with her.
Yesterday, she started working in the kitchen with Ruby, Kenzie, and Tildi. They were good for her and helped keep her mind off Texas. She’d also taken over the ranch’s website and social media. That was huge because he hated that shit. She showed him the progress she’d made last night, and it was stunning. He wasn’t sure they were ready for the uptick in guests they’d be getting from her efforts, but he’d worry about that later.
When she’d shown him her photography website, he’d been amazed. And turned on. She was an incredible photographer. And he was already planning a photo album of her in those poses wearing nothing but his ropes. He knew exactly why she’d named her companySmile, Beautiful. It was evident in every picture she took. She brought out the beauty in everyone she photographed.
Chance was thrilled with the way Joy had settled into his home. It was as if she’d always been there. And if he had anything to say about it, she always would be. Because letting her go wasn’t an option. Not anymore. His life was settled into a peaceful, predictable routine. Just like he liked it. He relaxed back into his life, where he was in complete control.
Today, well. That peace of mind was what led to the situation he faced now. He’d let his guard down. To say he was surprised to see Joy outside in the cold was an understatement.
He had told her to stay inside the house unless she had one ofhis brothers with her. Best he could tell, she was all alone. At least she'd better be, with what she was doing. If not, one of his brothers was a dead man.
He blinked twice, just to make sure what he was seeing wasn't some type of snow mirage. But no, it was her, live and in person. She stood, no hat and no gloves, tossing a giant beach ball at Bullwinkle – fuck – Ironside.
He took off at a run, too scared to shout her name for fear of upsetting the bull. The sense of déjà vu irony was not lost on him. If he’d handled that like he should have, she wouldn’t be out here, putting her life at risk again in less than a month.
Hearing her laughter on the breeze only stoked his anger. She was about to learn there was nothing fun about putting herself in harm's way. Especially harm that could gore and trample her. What the hell was she thinking?
Even as he asked the question, he knew. She didn’t think. She just acted, expecting everything to be sunshine and roses. She needed to wake up to a few of life’s realities. Life didn’t guarantee sunshine, roses, and happily ever after.
Sometimes, when everything was going well, life kicked you in the balls and dumped everything on your shoulders. Whether you were ready or not. He’d learned that lesson years ago when his parents left on a routine errand and never came home.
There she stood, standing with her feet on the bottom slat of the fence, leaning into the holding pen by balancing her hips on the top slat. She tossed the giant ball into the center of the pen.
Bullwinkle—fuck it—Bullwinkle watched the ball sail to the center of the holding area. Shock at what happened next halted him in his tracks. The bull trotted off toward the ball, then, gentle as a lamb, retrieved the ball by pushing it back to Gypsy with his nose.
What. The. Fuck. No, really, what the everlovin’ fuck?
The ball rolled to a stop just out of reach. So, climbing up to thethird slat, she leaned into the pen and stretched out her hand for the ball. Bullwinkle watched, swinging his tail in excitement.
Chance had lived on the ranch all of his thirty-three years, and he’d seen how quickly things could change when animals were involved. He had to stop her from getting hurt, even as he recognized when he got his hands on her, he was tanning her ass. The difference was, though it would hurt, she’d live through a spanking.
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