Daddy's Little Wild One

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

A gorgeous woman stood up in a tub and rubbed circles over a pair of the most succulent breasts I ever had the pleasure of viewing. My mouth watered at the longing I felt to take those pink n*****s into my mouth and suckle.

My eye caught on the darkened divots that patterned her upper shoulder above her heart. I recognized them for what they were, not some form of birthmark although they could be mistaken for that, but bullet wounds. Curiosity fled as she slid her hands down to her p***y, and I realized I was invading her privacy. Terribly. It was hard to pull myself away from the enticing vision, but I did so out of respect.

On the other hand, my beastly hard-on was a cad who would do nothing of the sort. It had no conscience. Go back and see what her p***y looks like on the inside. You know you want to f**k her! Or do me a solid and jack me off while she rubs her hands over that sweet little cunt.

I followed the external wall of the house around to the front door. There were three steps made of river rock that led to the front door, which I took in one leap and knocked politely on the carved wood, trying to act as if there weren’t an unbending baton in my pants.

It took a while, but she swung open the door, standing in her robe with one hand on her hip. “What the f**k are you doing on my property?” She scanned the deck behind me, checking for an additional threat, and licked her bee-stung lips. Her other hand held a g*n pointed straight at my forehead. “Only an i***t would be out in this fog.“ She sounded tough enough, but I noticed the exaggerated glimmer in her eyes indicating otherwise.

Slow movements. Don’t startle her.

I raised my hands little by little. “Guilty as charged. Foolishly, I find myself lost in the woods.”

My hard-on was completely unaware of the near and present danger, advising instead, That potty mouth of hers is going to get her s*****d if she’s not careful. Put her over your knee.

“You’re a long f*****g way from civilization, mister, and I don’t find myself feeling too civil.” There were tiny beads of sweat beginning to dot her upper lip.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I promise I mean you no harm. It would be very kind of you to let me stay over until this fog clears is all.”

Her chin-length bob looked like she whacked at it herself, and the same went for her charmingly uneven bangs. Her hazel eyes squinted at me from behind huge, black plastic-framed glasses that Elton John might be caught wearing. Her lips were bitable, the kind so naturally plump, they were stuck in perpetual pout. Her evident fear, could prove dangerous if it resulted in a twitchy trigger finger.

“I’ll let you stay, under one condition,” she said, pressing her lips together and scowling.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You put these on.” She pulled a pair of metal handcuffs out of her bathrobe pocket and handed them to me, keeping her body angled away from me at a safe position.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,“ she said. “Take it or leave it. You’ve got ten seconds to decide. The woods get mighty chilly overnight when the wind kicks up. Let’s hope no hungry mountain lion comes across your tender self.“

I slowly blinked. “All right. Deal.”

“Up against the wall.” When I complied, she actually frisked me, hesitating when she came to my prosthetic. “How the hell is this gonna work with the cuffs?”

I assumed she referred to Captain Hook.

“It wraps around my shoulder. If you cuff me, there is no way I can break free to take it off. Aside from the fact it is totally unnecessary to cuff me anyways,” I grumbled at her.

Unbelievably, she stuck out her tongue.

Yep. Cruisin’ for a bruisin’ this one. Pure brat. Good thing she doesn’t know you’re a certified brat tamer or your a*s would be in trouble right now.