Page 95 of Wilderness Daddy

I curl my fists into the quilt on his bed, panting away the sting as it eases and soothes my soul. The tension I’d had building inside me melts and I feel languid and soft—I never feel more feminine than when Landon spanks me.

“I’m not done with you yet, honey,” he says, smoothing his hand up my spine and down again to knead my ass. “I’m going to drain you completely. Not one ounce of stress will be left in this body, baby.”

I nod into the mattress, knowing he recognizes my needs, not like a foreign language but like our own secret code. Emotion wells in me. No one has known me like he does.

“Remember the sting, Kari. Remember that I’m in control. I own your pleasure as much as I own your pain. Your happiness, sadness, confusion, and frustration, they’re all mine. Remember that when your emotions start to overwhelm you.”

He’s talking about more than the moment and it sends shivers through me. I won’t be alone—not today with my family and not ever. He is mine and I am his, and together we share the burdens life brings.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Kari. I’m going to use every bit of you.”

I gasp when his hand gently taps my pussy lips.

“Spread yourself wider.”

I swallow hard and open my legs further. His hand slides between my legs, finding my opening with his thumb and my clit with his finger. He rubs both inside and outside and my fists tighten on the blanket as a different kind of tension builds in me.

“Now be still, sweet one. Move and I’ll turn this into punishment.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say on a whimper as his hand starts moving faster and more skillfully against my bud and g-spot. Caught up in the pleasure, my hips roll. He works me into a squirming mess of pleasure. I’m babbling and begging nonsensically, so close to the edge of a perfect release when he stops. My eyes pop open when his hand swats my tender ass.

“Please,” I beg. “I’m sorry. I know I moved.” His hand grasps my hair, turning my head. It’s not rough or angry, just firm.

“Oh, Kari, you’re so naughty.”

Landon pinches my clit and simultaneously plunges his cock deep inside me, making me gasp and release a strangled cry. I’m overwhelmed by the intensity, almost confused by the pleasure-pain combo, but my body knows. Oh, God, does it know. I soak us with the force of my orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he croons, and pounds my ass with his powerful thrusts. “And that’s just the beginning.”

* * *

My legs still feelweak as I walk up the steps to my parents’ house. It feels like forever since I’ve been here. Landon watches me from the bottom of the stoop.

“You sure you don’t want me here?”

I’m not, but I answer with confidence. “Yes, I’m sure.” If he senses I’m even a little unsure I know he won’t leave. And I do need to do this on my own.

“Okay.” He’s scrutinizing me still when my mother opens the door. “I won’t be long. Just gotta run some errands. See Grant and my dad about this Wilderness Man stuff.”

I nod and walk into the house. My mother hugs me and I return it. Over her shoulder I note my father standing back. He’s not in his usual chair and stands with his hands in his pockets.

“Akari, thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” I say. He gives me a small smile and sits on the sofa, patting the cushion beside him. That’s when I notice how frail my father looks.

My mother heads through the door to the kitchen murmuring about tea and fresh biscuits, but I barely notice. I’m staring at my father with new eyes.

“This was my sister.” My father points to a picture sitting on the table. “She’s gone now.” There’s sadness in his eyes as he brushes a finger over the photo and it hits me in the gut.

“Your grandmother was older by the time I was born. My father was older still. My mother was twenty-two years younger than him but still in her fifties when I came along.” He looks at me. My brows rise.

“Fifties?” I swallow hard. “How?”

“It can happen.” He sighs. “I was only five when my father passed away. My mother not long after. My sister took care of me and the family business. Only one store then. But she worked so hard to make sure I had food, clothing, and a proper education. A proper home. All while running that store.” Again he brushes a gentle finger over the face of the picture.

“She struggled. Never married. Never enjoyed life. Trying to keep the family business afloat so I didn’t have to feel ashamed or go without.” He shifts on the sofa, facing me. And that same caressing finger finds my face.

“I’ve always known you were smart and capable, a bright young woman. I even knew you helped your brother.” His head turns to the side slightly. “But Akari, I want you to enjoy life. I want you to marry, have kids, or at least have the choice to do those things. I know all about George. And I know he has no interest in Takahashi Sports. And I won’t have you killing yourself to do it alone. I won’t have the business ruin either of you.”

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