CHAPTER 1
She stirred, instinctively seeking his warmth, as she always did. She’d only had to scoot back a few inches before their bodies touched and she let out a soft sigh of contentment.
“Heaven?”
There was nothing as nice as being snuggled up under warm covers and half-asleep, with her Daddy pressed against her. His arm moved to drape across her body, and she made a soft, happy sound as he pulled her closer. “Hmm?”
He kissed her bare shoulder. “It’s time to wake up. We’ve got a busy day in front of us.”
“Nooo,” she complained in a low, sleepy voice. “it’s too early.”
“Too much to do, mi corazón . Sorry, but I promise this weekend we’ll have a nice long morning to ourselves, with breakfast in bed.” His hand lightly stroked her thigh, with more comfort than heat, but it gave her an idea.
She pushed her backside against him and squirmed. He often woke half-hard, and today was no different, so it took very little effort to bring him to full excitement. A little rubbing, skin to skin, was enough.
“Heaven Leigh”—there was a warning tone in his voice—“don’t start something you can’t finish, chiquita .”
She grinned and circled her hips again, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against her. “Who says I can’t finish?”
“I do, unless you want me to cancel the meeting with Master Derek.”
She froze. “Meeting?” Before he could answer, she remembered. Today was the day they were going over the plans for the shop. She’d been waiting for this, they both had for, well, it seemed like forever. How could she have forgotten?
Suddenly she was rolling across the bed and scrambling to her feet. “I can be dressed in five minutes tops, Daddy. And then?—”
He sat up, laughing and held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, hold on, Heaven. There’s no need to rush.” He jerked his chin at the clock and her eyes followed the motion automatically.
It was only just turning seven. Their meeting wasn’t until nine. She frowned, brows drawing down as she turned back to him with her hands on her hips. “We have two whole hours. Why did you wake me up?”
Of course, she didn’t mind the being woken part. What she really meant was, why had he interrupted her attempts to start some morning fun.
“Contrary to popular belief… two hours isn’t a lot of time. We don’t need to rush, but I figured with showering and coffee, and then making our way over to his office, we should get a move on.”
“But—”
“I also thought we should look over the plans one more time and make sure we’re getting exactly what we want. This is our last chance to make corrections on the interior before they start building.”
She closed her mouth and blew a long breath out her nose as she thought about that. He wasn’t wrong. The ovens and specialized equipment they were having installed needed to be placed exactly. If they made a mistake, it would be a mess to move later.
And although they’d gone over and over the plans… it was always possible they’d forgotten something. It would be smart to make one last check. “I guess you’re right.” She yawned and stretched. “Well, at least I have time for a nice long shower.”
“I’ll get the coffee started. Feeling like breakfast? Or should we grab something over there, after the meeting?”
“I’m too nervous for a real meal. We should eat after.”
But Heaven had barely stepped under the hot water when she heard the bathroom door open. She poked her head around the shower curtain to see Angel standing in the doorway. “Need something, Daddy?”
“Coffee is going, but I realized that we’d save time if I showered with you.” He unbelted his robe and hung it on the back of the door.
Neither of them actually believed any time would be saved by their slippery bodies rubbing against each other under the steam, so it was no surprise when playful washing turned into something a lot sexier.
Pressing her back against the cool tile wall, Angel kissed his way down her neck, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back to give him better access. “I love our mornings together, Daddy. Promise we’ll always take time for this, no matter how busy we get. At least once a week, okay?”
Angel laughed and let her nipple slip from his mouth. “Oh, that’s a promise, mi corazón . No chance of ever giving this up.” He moved to her other breast, licking and sucking until her knees grew weak and she had to hold his shoulders for balance. A low groan of need grew in her throat.
He settled on his knees in front of her, but there was nothing submissive about the motion. He was fully Dominant and in charge as he lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and spread her so he could bury his face between her thighs for a few quick licks.
He pulled back to look up at her, steamy water streamed over his head and shoulders as he grinned. “Someone’s awfully wet.”
She snorted. “Might have something to do with the fact that we’re in a shower, Daddy.” She let just a little sassiness creep into her tone. She wasn’t much of a brat, but she fully accepted the title of smart ass.
“Oh? Is that all it is?” He chuckled and buried his head again. This time he stayed there, laying long licks between her folds, before he settled the tip of his tongue against her clit. He stroked and lapped until a slow pulsing began in her core.
It felt… right. It felt perfect, mind-blowingly amazing. She hadn’t quite been a virgin before him, but she wasn’t far off. Her religious upbringing had given her some hang-ups about sex, and it had taken time to dig through those layers after she’d run off.
It had been enough of a struggle that she hadn’t made a lot of effort to date. Men who were interested had to pursue her, and she was very hard to get. What little sex she’d had was never very satisfying. It never seemed like what she needed.
Before the Ranch, those few chances at romance had never felt significant or lifechanging. It was just something she thought she was supposed to do because everyone else did. But coming to Rawhide Ranch had solved a lot of problems.
It was like the new start had given her permission to shed all of those lingering inhibitions. It was a slow process, but it was happening. It helped that she’d finally understood some of her desires better. Learning about kink, and BDSM, and being a Little had been eye-opening. Vanilla relationships would never have filled her true needs.
And then there was Angel. With him, everything seemed easier. As her Daddy, he was showing her a whole new world, and teaching her what it meant to be someone’s center of gravity.
He made her pleasure his priority in the same way he made her safety and happiness a priority. Every moment with him was wonderful and the sex was just part of it—but not an insignificant part. Mornings like this, when they’d just woken, before the stresses of the day took over, they meant everything to her.
He’d been the first man to ever use his mouth there , and even though it had embarrassed her the first time, she’d been too excited to even protest. She’d wanted that tongue and the pleasure it could bring. She still did.
Heaven cried out. Her head fell back against the tiles and her eyes closed as she lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth and tongue. A rushing sensation swept through her, tugging everything tight in her middle. A moan trickled from her lips.
As the orgasm spiraled closer, his mouth settled on her clit with a steady suction. His teeth closed, just tight enough to trap the swollen nub in place. The small amount of pressure seemed to straddle the line between pain and pleasure, and her cries echoed off the wet tiles as he brought her right to the edge.
Her legs shook as she quivered there, waiting breathlessly for him to bring her over. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the sensations grew more intense. The steady sucking seemed to pull at every part of her body, dragging all her nerves together into a knot, until suddenly everything came undone.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh, please, Daddy! Don’t—don’t… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” It was embarrassing how loud it was. She was never more grateful for the extra soundproofing between the apartments because she couldn’t have been any quieter as her whole body spasmed, and pleasure rolled through her in a wave.
She shattered and went limp, back sliding a few inches down the wall. She couldn’t go far, Angel had her safely braced, and she sagged against him, whimpering as he took her weight. His mouth released her clit, but he wasn’t through with her yet.
His tongue made several long sweeps up between her lower lips, lapping up her juices, and triggering aftershocks that made her jerk and gasp. A second later he rose, shifting her leg from his shoulder to his hip and holding it there, as he guided himself between her legs.
She felt the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, dipping in until it was coated with her juices, and her insides clenched with a need to be filled and stretched. Angel drove up into her with one smooth motion.
“That’s exactly how a good girl takes my cock,” he growled as he pressed her against the wall with his slick body and began to drive into her with one hard thrust after another.
She usually liked standing sex, but with one foot on the slippery floor and the other around his waist, she had trouble keeping her balance. Shower sex could be tricky, and rhythm was everything. She struggled to keep up with the thrusting in such a precarious position, and it left her tense.
Angel paused to shift her, lifting her with both hands so she could wrap the other leg around his waist. He cupped her ass in both hands and tilted her at a slight angle away from the wall. “Better?”
She tightened the grip on his shoulders. “Mmm. Yes, Daddy, perfect.”
He chuckled and began to move again, but this time it felt more deliberate, steadier. He held her in place, and with each controlled snap of his hips he thrust deep into her body.
Conscious thought drifted away as Angel filled and stretched her. Everything became a series of sensations. They flashed by so quickly that she couldn’t focus on more than one at a time. It broke the world into pieces.
The slick tiles at her back that chilled her. The hot water pouring over them both. His fingers as they pressed into her ass cheeks and gripped. The feathery touch of his mouth trailing kisses across her skin. And, of course, his thick cock plunging in and out of her body relentlessly.
Underneath it all was a current of pleasure that gradually swept everything else away. It built slowly at first, but then it surged, creating a desperate need for more. “My Daddy. Mine ,” she crooned against his ear.
There was a possessiveness to the tone that no longer surprised her. She’d never been an especially jealous woman before Angel, but at moments like this, when the connection between them felt so tight, she often found herself overcome with proprietorial feelings.
Angel didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled and nipped at her throat. “All yours, mi corazón ,” he assured her, without stopping.
She tightened around him, flexing her muscles to stroke his length each time his cock slammed home. It slowed him, made him work for it, even as it brought him closer. She could tell when his breathing grew ragged and his rhythm went slightly off, that he was about to come.
She was almost there too. A few more strokes, just the right angle, and she’d join him. She shifted, canting her hips a little more, and… that was it. He slid across that spot and her whole body spasmed with pleasure.
Suddenly she was flung over the edge with a flurry of loud cries. There were no words, just sounds and they seemed to echo, long after Angel slammed his mouth down over hers and silenced her. Maybe they were bouncing around inside her head.
Her orgasm triggered his, and his whole body tensed, freezing in place as she pulsed and rippled around his length. He might have cried out, but their mouths were still locked, and her tongue was tangled with his, leaving them with nothing but soft moans and urgent groans.
It was perfect.
She tightened her legs around him, heels pressing into his ass and she tried to hold him inside as long as possible. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the water slowly losing steam until it was suddenly barely warm.
Angel was getting most of the spray on his back, so he was aware of the change first and broke the long kiss, pulling back. “Uh-oh. I think this shower is about to get uncomfortable, chiquita .” He was already softening, and the movement was enough for him to slip from her body.
She hated that moment, when they became separate people again, but this time she was distracted. “What? Already? There’s no way,” she protested. She frowned as he attempted to set her down. She clung to his neck, refusing to straighten her legs. “It hasn’t been nearly that long yet.”
Rawhide Ranch had the best of everything. Even in the employee quarters things were top notch. Copious amounts of hot water was just one of the many perks. For them to be running out… meant they had to have been in there almost an hour.
How was that even possible?
“I have a feeling it has been that long, and we need to hurry before it’s ice cold.” His voice was firm as he untangled her arms and put her down. “Move that cute butt of yours, Heaven Leigh, or you’ll freeze.”
She grumbled but couldn’t really argue as the water had continued to lose heat.
Angel grabbed a loofa and lathered it up. He didn’t wait for her to do anything but began scrubbing her front quickly and efficiently all the way down. Then he turned her around and did her back.
“I can do it myself, Daddy.” When she was feeling Little, she liked it when he washed her. It made her feel cared for, but she definitely wasn’t in that headspace at the moment. Sex tended to chase the younger mindset away, and he knew that.
It also wasn’t a slow erotic washing that the adult side of her could enjoy either. It was simply a fast scrub, as if she were a dirty counter that needed to be set right. But she had to admit she felt clean by the time he was done.
“I know you can, but I figured this was faster,” he said, laughing as he pushed a shampoo bottle into her hand. “Do your hair quick.”
She would have skipped the shampoo entirely, except her hair was already wet, and it would be impossible to do anything with if she didn’t give it the full treatment. She sighed and quickly lathered and rinsed while he scrubbed himself with the same efficiency he’d used on her.
His short hair didn’t need much attention at all, and she was still shivering and trying to rinse conditioner out of her hair, long after he was out and drying off. Conditioner and cold water didn’t mix well, and it seemed to take forever.
Her teeth were chattering and her skin felt icy by the time she shut off the taps and let Angel wrap her in a thick cotton towel. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her. “Your lips are blue, chiquita .”
“I b-believe it!” She felt like an icicle, but her Daddy’s arms helped a lot.
He sat down on the toilet seat lid and pulled her between his legs, so he could dry her off with the same briskness that he’d used to wash her. The towel scrubbed away the water while rubbing warmth back into her skin. He moved quickly, and by the time he was done, she felt much better.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She leaned down and pressed her forehead to his, letting her eyes close as she enjoyed a short moment of closeness with him. It was the last peaceful moment she would have for a while.
Angel left her to blow-dry her hair while he went to get dressed, but he was back at the door before she even plugged the hair dryer in. “Put some speed on, Heaven, our meeting is in fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen?” she squealed. “Are you serious? We had almost two hours!” She stared at him in the mirror, eyes round.
“I told you we were in there longer than you thought.” He grinned. “Worth it though.”
She couldn’t argue that, but she hated to be late. Master Derek’s schedule was tight, and she was acutely aware that they’d also be holding up the contractor if they weren’t on time. She held the hairdryer with one hand and brushed her teeth with the other as she tried to speed run through getting ready.
There wasn’t even time for coffee, but while she was dressing, Angel filled two travel mugs for them so it wouldn’t go to waste. She was too anxious to take a sip, but she carried it with her like a comfort item as they headed to the office.
They were a few minutes late. Erika wasn’t at her desk, which wasn’t unusual, so they simply took a seat in the waiting area and assumed Master Derek would get them when he was ready. “I hope we didn’t miss him,” she said, fretting as she played with the coffee lid.
“We didn’t. He’s probably running late himself. Relax, chiquita .” His hand briefly covered hers, and a second later Master Derek’s office door swung open.
The owner of the Ranch gave them a wave. “Angel, Heaven Leigh, Come on in.”
Heaven jumped to her feet, nearly spilling her coffee, before Angel took it out of her hands and said, “Morning, Derek. We were a few minutes late. I hope we didn’t keep you waiting.”
“Not at all. Actually, I was just discussing some other projects with Craig, and we scheduled your meeting on the backend, so we’re just getting to your shop now.”
Master Derek stepped back and ushered them into his plush office. Craig was settled in one of the three comfortable leather guest chairs, and he stood up as they entered, smiling. “Morning,” he said as he held his hand out to shake Angel’s and then Heaven’s. “Excited to get things moving?”
“You have no idea.” Angel laughed.