Page 18 of Chance (Wild River Ranch #3)

J oy floated to the bed, or at least, that’s how it felt. She hadn’t been sure in the beginning, caught somewhere between scared and excited. But now? Now peace and serenity enveloped her. If this was what babies experienced when swaddled, she understood now why it worked to calm them.

And it wasn’t just her emotions. Her body was loose and relaxed. It was beyond her comprehension how a complete change could happen in such a short amount of time.

“How are you feeling, Gypsy?” The strong rumble of her Daddy’s voice sent bolts of pleasure and need zinging throughout her body to settle in her clit. “Eyes to me, little one.”

Once she did as he said, he smiled. “You look beautiful in my ropes, babygirl. The ropes shouldn’t be painful. Do you feel any discomfort?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered immediately.

Concern clouded his face. “Where are you uncomfortable, Gypsy? Tell Daddy so he can fix it.”

Thank goodness for that. “I don’t know, Daddy. My nipples ache. And my pussy is needy, too. ”

His eyes flared with the same heat coursing through her. “Poor baby,” he said. “Does my gypsy need Daddy’s attention?” She nodded, the most adorable pout on her face. “Daddy will take care of you, babygirl. But he wants to play a bit first. Didn’t you enjoy our rope play session?”

Her nod came almost before he finished speaking. She had enjoyed it more than anything she’d ever done. It was like her Daddy hadn’t tied her up. He’d tied up the bad voices in her head. The ones who told her everything she did was wrong, and called her bad names.

But she wanted to touch him. Show him how much she loved it. How much she loved him for giving that to her. Only she couldn’t move. She couldn’t hug him. Or wrap her legs around him. Or take his cock in her hands.

Sometimes, she wished she knew what it felt like to have an orgasm. She liked the act of sex, but mainly because it was nice to be close to someone. For the short time it lasted, anyway.

It certainly wasn’t because of all those things she’d read in the books about how unbelievable it made a girl feel. She was obviously missing some important anatomical part. She’d never felt anything like that. Never.

Eddie had. But not her. Still, she knew just what to do so Chance would feel good. She should focus on her Daddy and do whatever she could to make him feel amazing, too.

“Babygirl, Daddy asked you a question. Did you enjoy the session we did?”

Great. Now he looked worried. She always messed up everything.

“I did, Daddy. I loved it so much. But now I need these off.”

Chance’s eyes sharpened. He checked to make sure the ropes weren’t too tight and that her circulation was still good. “Are your hands or feet going to sleep? Is something hurtin’ you? ”

She wiggled her arms and legs as if he couldn't see the ropes. “No, Daddy. I’m fine. Nothing hurts.”

“What should you do if something’s hurting you?”

Grr! She had ruined the mood. “I say tambourine, Daddy. It's not hurting. But I want to be able to touch you.”

He relaxed and ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “You will, babygirl. But first, Daddy gets rewarded for doing such a good job. Part of that reward is making you come.”

Oh. Oh no. “Daddy, I have something to tell you. It’s so sweet of you to want to do that for me. But… well… what I need to tell you is, I can’t do that.”

He cocked his head to the side and looked at her as if she’d told him elephants could fly.

“Can’t do what, Gypsy?”

Her cheeks flamed at having to say it out loud. “Come, Daddy. I can’t do that. But I can make sure you do. I promise.”

His brows descended into a scowl. “Who told you that? Did you go see a doctor?”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. “No, Daddy. Of course not. It’s not like I’ll die if I don’t have them.” At least, that’s what Eddie had told her. “The closest gynecologist was an hour away. Eddie said that was a long way for something that won’t kill you.”

Suddenly, Chance grew very serious. “Are you saying you were with Eddie for an entire year, and he had orgasms, but he never gave you one?”

“It’s okay, Daddy. Really. He tried, but it was no use. I’m broken… down there.”

If she hadn’t been trussed up like a Christmas turkey, she’d have scooted to the other side of the bed. He looked ready to murder someone. Hopefully, it wasn’t her.

“It’s okay. Really. I’m used to?—”

He pressed a hard finger to her lips. “Hush now, and let daddy play. Thank you for telling me that. Now there are no expectations for either of us other than having fun. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy. But I just don’t want you to be disappoint?—”

His kiss silenced whatever she was about to say. Ten seconds later, she couldn’t remember why it had been important. She loved his kisses. His kisses made her princess parts clench in the best ways. She only responded that way to him.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. As it swirled and prodded, her tongue joined the dance, following his every move. He demanded more. She gave him deeper access by tilting back her head. He took full advantage of her move.

She longed to be able to run her finger through his close-cropped hair and clutch his broad shoulders in her hands.

But all she could do was arch her back to press her breasts against his chest. The scattering of course hair on his chest tickled her nipples, drawing them to tight points of aching need.

That was new. She had never felt that before. Clutching her hands together so hard her nails pressed into her palms, she trembled.

He drifted from her mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw, not stopping until he reached the sensitive spot behind her ear. He nipped her earlobe, then licked the pain away.

The contrast of pain and pleasure confused her senses. She had never responded like this to a kiss. Was it possible she would be able to reach something she'd never experienced before?

When he found a sensitive area that pulled a reaction from her, he took his time there, exploring and learning her body. It drove the craving inside her higher.

She sucked in a breath when he pinched her nipple between his rough, calloused fingers. Someone in the room was moaning with pleasure. A moment passed before she realized it was her.

What was he doing to her?? Was he trying to kill her? Had anyone ever drowned in the tidal wave of all the feelings of want and need? If not, she would surely be the first. He drew her higher and higher, to heights that were frightening. Surely if she fell from such heights, she would die.

“I'm going to put my mouth on you, darlin. Has anyone ever done that for you before?”

“N-no.” Would he think she was too inexperienced? There'd only been Eddie, and he never wanted to do that. He said it was gross.

Chance’s lips tightened. She worried for a second he might stop. But he shook his head and smiled at her. “That's just another first for me, Gypsy.”

Before she could process his words, he pulled her, settling her butt off the edge of the mattress before dropping to his knees.

Wait. She tried to force her legs together, but the ropes held her thighs spread wide. “Close your eyes, Gypsy. I want you to focus on how it feels.”

That was fine, but… he wasn’t… no, he couldn’t be thinking of putting his mouth down there. She wasn’t clean. She didn’t taste good. Eddie had told her so. She had to stop him.

But her bindings held her immobile. “If you hate it, you have your safeword, babygirl. It’s all right if you have to use it, but I want you to at least try it and see if you like it. For me.”

“But Eddie said?—”

“Eddie is a fuckin’ asshole, so everything he says is shit. And that is the last time that name will be used in this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” That was kind of funny. If her Daddy wanted to try, then she would. For him. He would probably give up in seconds.

He pressed kisses along the top of her mound. That was nice. It felt sweet. This might not be so bad.

Her breathing sped up as he ran his tongue down the length of her pussy from her clit to her core. “Babygirl, you taste amazing. I’ll take this for dessert every day.”

That was sweet. He didn’t have to say things like that just to make her feel better. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when he pushed her thighs further open and, placing a thumb on either side of the opening to her core, pulled her pussy lips wide and exposed her channel.

“Ah, Gypsy,” he rumbled against her sex. “You are so wet for me. So slick. Still thinking about your safeword?”

Safe what? Was he kidding?

He buried his face between her thighs, pressing in deeper. She held her breath. He couldn’t possibly want to— “Oh my god!

His tongue plunged deep into her core, allowing his face to create so much glorious pressure on her taint and the outer lips of her pussy, she instantly tried to grind against him.

“Daddy!” A desperate need for… something burned through her like wildfire. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. What was he doing to her?

Humming. That’s what he was doing. And the vibrations washing over her were taking her to the edge of her sanity.

She wanted… no, that wasn’t right. She needed… but she wasn’t sure what. “Daddy, please! Please!” She rocked her pussy against his face in a way that she’d probably be embarrassed about later. But right now, she couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried.

Lifting his head slightly, he turned his gaze from her pussy to her face. “Please what, babygirl? Tell Daddy what you want.”

Tell him? With words? She couldn’t do that. When she didn’t speak, he went back to his task. Her slickness already coated his face. Again, he plunged his tongue deep.

The worst part was not being able to do anything to help her reach her orgasm, because that was what this had to be. She was on the edge of her first orgasm, but was completely dependent on Chance .

He kissed and licked and bit his way back up her pussy to spend time worshipping her clit. But still, though the pleasure almost consumed her, it didn’t take her far enough. She needed more.

Then he slid his finger in where his tongue had been. Oh god! She’d thought his tongue was good, but his finger was so much better. He slid his finger out and replaced it with two fingers.

The push and pull of those fingers had tears running down the sides of her face. So close. She was almost there.

Then he crooked his fingers in a come-hither motion, and her world sheeted white. The muscles in her channel tightened and an eruption of sheer, euphoric pleasure swept from the base of her pussy over every inch of her body. “Chance! Oh! Oh god! Daddy!”

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. Would she 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.