Page 14 of Her Mountain Boss
“It’s great,” I say, and I genuinely mean it. It is. “I love the pace, I love the resort, and you have a really fantastic staff.Everyone’s been welcoming and helpful. I’m learning a lot.” I glance over at him. “Thank you again for giving me this chance.”
Ford doesn’t say anything, but I can feel a shift in the air, subtle but distinct. “You’re welcome, kitten,” he says, quiet and low, and I press my thighs together. My insides go haywire when he calls me kitten. He frowns slightly, and I can tell he’s thinking. “The other day, in the kitchen, you mentioned that you’ve never had a boyfriend. Does that mean you’ve never been with anyone?”
We come to a stop light as I blush, giving the red light a run for its money. “I…I know it’s a bit weird at my age, but no. I’ve never been with anyone. I’m a virgin. I’ve dated a bit, but guys my age have never appealed to me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, and when I glance down, I can see the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans. He follows my gaze, shifts in his seat, but does nothing to hide his obvious arousal at the fact that I’m a virgin. “You’re really mine, aren’t you? No one else has had you.”
“Never,” I whisper, doing my best not to melt off the seat into a puddle of goo at the wordmine.
“But you do know how to make yourself come with your fingers or a toy.”
I nod, my breathing stuttering. “I do. But…it’s not the same. It’s not…not everything I want.”
“I bet it’s not. I bet you touch yourself all soft and sweet, and when you come, you let out a shy little moan.” He waits for me to meet his eyes. “I’d make you scream.”
“I want that,” I say, the words coming out all in a jumbled rush. It’s amazing I’m still sitting on the seat and not hovering above it with the way the butterflies are going crazy in my stomach.
Ford groans, a low, rumbling sound that makes me press my thighs together. “Christ. You want me to show you how to be a good girl for me? Let Daddy teach you everything?”
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Yes. Please.”
Just then, a horn blares from behind us, and Ford eases the truck through the intersection.
“Tell me, kitten,” he says, his eyes on the road. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
I hesitate, my cheeks burning, my throat dry, my heart pounding. I’ve never told anyone the depraved things that go through my mind. I bite my lip, looking out the window at the town, trying to find the words to explain. I’m not used to talking about this stuff.
“I…I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to explain the things I…the things that get me off. Sometimes they feel wrong.”
Ford gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. “You can tell me, Sophia. I want to know everything about you. I want to know every dirty little thought that goes through your mind.”
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I can be brave and say these words out loud. Deep down, I know that I’m safe with Ford. Which is crazy, given that I haven’t even known him for a week. But there’s something about his voice, his touch, the way he looks at me that makes me feel that safety in my bones.
Like my body and soul know that he’s the one who’s meant to take care of me.
“I fantasize about being praised,” I start, a slight wobble to my voice. “Being told I’m a good girl. Being…” I lick my lips and swallow. “Submissive.”
Ford makes a low sound, an approving rumble that makes me rub my thighs together. “Go on, kitten,” he says, encouraging me gently.
“I think about being on my knees,” I continue, my voice steadier now. “About pleasing someone. About being used for their pleasure. I think about being spanked, and tied up, and being used like a…like a…” My mouth goes dry and my courage falters.
“Like a sweet little fuck toy,” Ford finishes for me, and I suck in a sharp breath, not because he’s wrong, but because he’s completely right. His hand moves slowly up my thigh, not touching me where I ache for him. Just high enough to tease. “You like the idea of giving up control to someone you can trust,” he says, his thumb drawing maddening little circles on my thigh. “You want to be told what to do, and you want to obey. You want to be a sweet, special good girl.”
I can feel the heat coming off of my face right now. It’s so hot inside this truck. “Yes,” I manage. “I want to be your good girl, Ford. I want you to tell me what to do. I want to be your dirty little step-niece.”
He exhales sharply at that, his knuckles going white on the wheel. “Tell me what you thought about last night when you had a toy between your pretty thighs.”
“I imagined giving you my virginity. I imagined how good it would feel to let you stretch my tight pussy open. I imagined all the ways you could be rough with me, use me, all while telling me what a good girl I am for you. I imagined you leaving hand prints on my ass, about you coming on my breasts.” I force my gaze to his. We’ve arrived at a tidy-looking office building, the truck idling by the front doors. Ford’s gaze is molten as he stares at me, his chest heaving.
“Mostly, I thought about what it would be like to be yours, Ford. Completely yours, no matter the consequences.”
His nostrils flare slightly. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Not just because you’re beautiful, or because you’re smart, but because of that dirty fucking mouth. Because you want thesame things I do. Because, I think, like me, you know something rare and special is happening here.”
I swallow and nod. “I’ve felt it since I first saw you.”
“Me too, kitten. I tried to fight it for a couple of days. Tried to do the right thing by staying away from you. But I think I was mixed up. I don’t think I was meant to stay away from you at all.”
The air is thick and heavy between us, and for a minute, I think he might kiss me. But instead, he turns off the truck, undoes his seatbelt and hops out, leaving me trying to catch my breath.
