Page 38 of Mountain Man Daddy

“Don’t you worry, honey. I plan on keeping you good and steamed up.” His low, husky voice was so sexy it caused her skin to erupt in goosebumps. He peeled the coat down her arms until it lay in a heap at their feet.

“Ah, that’s better,” she said, stretching her arms out. “Now I can get in on the fun.” She reached for him, but he gave her an ominous look and shook his head.

“I don’t think so.” He took her wrists and guided her back until she was pressed against the tree. He raised her arms and put them above her head against the bark. “Now you keep ‘em there until I tell you otherwise, understand?” There was a deep rumble in his words and she shivered.

Her eyes narrowed on him, but she kept her hands against the scratchy bark.

“Now don’t be giving me those dirty looks, honey. I promise you’ll be enjoying yourself soon enough. I told you I was going to show you the best part of being up here in the secluded Canadian mountains and I will, but you’ll have to be a good girl and do as I say. Can you do that?” He smiled widely when she nodded.

He released her wrists and went straight for her shirt buttons again, taking his time with each one, grumbling about how inconvenient and cumbersome clothing was.

“If I knew you could sew, I’d tear this open.”

“Oh, I can sew, cook, bake, grow vegetables, and tend to farm animals. I grew up on a farm and had nothing but hand-me-downs until I was eighteen.”

He tore the last few buttons apart with a little growl. With them open, Mike spread her shirt wide so that only her bra covered her front, and he whistled in satisfaction.

“I had no idea you were such an earthy girl. The designer boots and jeans had me thinking otherwise.” He reached inside her shirt to wrap his hands around her waist.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He ran a finger down her flat belly, stopping at her jeans button to circle it before heading back up. “You know what I’m extra happy about right now?” he asked, placing his finger between her breasts.

“That the snow’s gone?” She shivered, but it had zero to do with the temperature.

“No, little one. Bras that unfasten at the front.” He paused, tapping his finger to his chin. “And that you can garden. I could use the help. And I’m thinking of getting some chickens too.” He flicked swiftly, and the bra popped open, spilling her breasts out. Instantly, her nipples tightened from both the air and the excitement of being exposed to the world—even if there was no one around for miles. They pebbled tighter when his eyes ignited at the sight of them.

“Look at those sweet buds! They look cold, baby. Are they cold?” His wicked laugh echoed a moment before he lunged for her. Her intake of breath was swift as he sucked her right nipple deep into his mouth. His hand found her left bud, and his thumb and forefinger tweaked it. The delicious, but slightly painful tug of both made her hands clutch the tree trunk. He increased the pressure, plucking and flicking, and her back arched. He released her right nipple long enough to half smile at her and then switched it up. He played until her squirming body was pulsing heat and moisture, and then he lowered completely to his knees. The sight of it made her whimper, and shivers scattered across her skin.

His fingers traced the top of her jeans, and then his tongue did the same. Her nipples were wet and stayed tight from the chill in the air, but she didn’t feel anything but heat and need. He unbuttoned her pants and lowered the zipper so slowly that her hands lowered to help.

“What’s this?” He rose from his knees, giving her a dark look. “Did I give you permission to move your hands, my little captive?” He placed both his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away from the tree. “I’m afraid you just earned yourself some consequences.” He took the front of her shirt and pulled it down, so it hung from her arms. His eyes lingered a moment at her exposed flesh, goosebumps rising. Avery saw heat pulse in them and then he yanked the shirt completely off. She felt exposed, and the nippy air only increased her excitement. Next, he pulled her bra off, leaving her completely naked from the waist up.

“Exposing me to the elements is my punishment?” she asked, biting her lip, thinking she was glad it wasn’t denial like last time. Mike only smiled. Putting her hands together at her front, he scooped up the rope. She nibbled her lip harder as he began wrapping it around her wrists and then over the long thick branch that jetted out the side. It was a perfect branch for a tire swing, but she was no tire.

The rope wasn’t so tight that it was uncomfortable, but she certainly couldn’t get out of it unless he let her. She was strung up by her wrists, and it made her flush with need. When he was finished securing the rope, he took a few agonizing minutes to kiss her neck, mouth, and breasts again.

“Now, my sweet girl, I suggest you behave yourself for the remainder of our time outside.” He winked. “I think you can see where things are headed, and if you’re naughty…” He paused, with a leer. “Well, I’ll leave that to your imagination. In this position, the options are endless.”

Her head bobbed, but he slid behind her, his hand reaching around to her front and into her opened jeans. He cupped her panty-clad mound, making her incapable of speech. She had no thoughts, and the only thing she heard was the thump of her own heart.

“Oh, it’s hot down here.” She melted against him as his fingers circled and roamed. She squeaked when he removed his hand completely as the absence was torture and reminded her of his denial the day before. She licked her dry lips and closed her eyes, willing his hand back. “Daddy,please.”

He lowered to the ground in front of her again and pressed his mouth against the jeans at the apex of her thighs. He blew heat against her, and she yanked at her binds.

He tugged then, pulling the jeans lower on her hips, so torturously slow that she growled loudly, and pinched her wrists from jerking against her restraints.

“A loud and unruly captive?” he asked, pausing in his removal. “Hmm, whatever can I do? A gag maybe?” She shook her head, keeping her mouth closed until he continued lowering. When he finally got them to her ankles, he gently lifted each foot to remove them until she stood in just her panties, tied to a tree, exposed to the elements, both the hot sun and his touch keeping the chill at bay.

He stood and tossed her jeans over the tree branch.

“See how amazing it is to live where no other human wanders?”

“Yes, I’m definitely starting to see what you like about this place.”

He gave her a little wink and went down again.

“Not nearly as fun without you, honey.” He used his finger to trace around the band of the panties and smiled widely as she squirmed when he got close to her liquid center.

“Dammit, Daddy, please just fuck me already!” His brows shot up before he shook his head, stood and tsked her. He walked behind her, and when she twisted with her rope to see him, his hands found her hips firmly and set her back in place.

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