His Baby Girl by Rosa Mink
Chapter 6
Mel
My head feels weird as I wake up, Clint’s scent surrounding me. My eyes pop open remembering what happened, Jenna’s little mocking words. The terror that hit hearing her say his name was instant, as was the accompanying darkness that descended.
A vague sense of warmth, protection wrapped around me just before I crashed. It had to be Clint. His arms holding me. That’s the only thing I’ve found that comforting.
I roll over, hearing something crinkle, and sit up, grabbing the piece of paper next to me. It’s a receipt for some part from an auto shop which makes no sense as to why it was next to me. At least until I turn it over seeing the note from Clint on it.
Taking Jenna to a rehab clinic. Explain why when I get home. Stay where you are baby girl, please. Daddy
A little smile hits and I can’t begin to throw it away. I slip off the bed, putting the note into my bag, then debate what to do seeing the time. It’s going on two o’clock. I need to be at work at three. It’ll take me a good fifty minutes to walk there from here.
I slip into the bathroom, brushing out my hair before wrapping it up in a bun. I’m waitressing tonight which means keeping it up out of the way and heavier makeup. Too many truckers have hit on me when I’m not wearing it. They don’t usually blink an eye at a tarted-up version of me, not when I don’t give them come-ons like the others. Fresh faced or just lightly made up has them all offering to teach me how to ride a stick, and I gag at the idea of anyone but Clint touching me.
I slide on shorts and a cami with built-in support, then pull the stupid uniform out of my bag, slipping into my sneakers and head towards the door. I stop at the fridge, grabbing the marker there for additions to the grocery list, and scribble out a message for him.
Went to work. Mel~
It’s not what I really want to write but it’s all I let myself get out before slipping out the door and heading to the truck stop.
I make it just in time and slide into the uniform dress, moving around the crowded diner for the first dinner rush. It eases up about six-thirty and my head turns towards the door when the bell clangs, my heart fluttering seeing Clint moving towards me, a scowl on his lips.
Mary tries to get his attention but he’s heading straight to me, and I rock back on my heels, lifting my face when he stops barely a breath’s space between us.
“I told you to stay where you were, baby girl,” he growls, his arm snagging me around the waist, pulling me fully against him. His hand slips up, pulling my face to his, before his lips claim mine in a long, thorough kiss.
“I had to get to work,” I state when he pulls back, shooting a glare at some trucker letting out a wolf whistle.
“You’re done working here, Mel. I’m not letting my girl be stared at by these assholes. You want a job then you come work for me. You’ll have insurance and money of your own to spend then, and I’ll know that you’re safe.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, my jaw dropping pulling his attention to the red lipstick on them.
“Yes, told you I don’t like this shit caked on your face either,” he grunts, reaching over for a napkin. He dips it in the water pitcher on the bar then lifts my chin, dragging it over my face as I’m rooted to my spot in shock still. “Why isn’t this shit on your eyes coming off?”
“It’s waterproof.”
“Don’t like it,” he grumbles, snagging my hand. “Only reason your lips should be red is from being stretched around my cock, baby girl. Now come on, it’s time to go home.”
“I’m in the middle of my shift,” I state, but I can’t stop the smile that hits when his hands slip to the buttons on the stupid uniform, pushing it off me.
“She quits,” Clint states loudly, directing it towards everyone in the kitchen and behind the counter, before marching me out of the place towards his bike. He grabs up a jean jacket like his, pulling me up against him as he sits sideways on the bike. “You need to fucking start wearing a bra, Mel.”
“I don’t really need them,” I counter, shrugging a bit as I glance down at my barely handful of tits.
Clint tugs the top of my shirt down, pulling a gasp from me as my breasts come out completely on display. “I’d kill another man that tried that with you, baby girl. Only daddy gets to see these titties bare.”
His mouth comes down, covering one, sucking most of my skin into his mouth. He gives it a bite then moves to the other, the soft breeze makes my skin pimple, my entire body hot with need. It just increases when he pulls me up against him more, forcing my legs wider to straddle his. His fingers slip up my thigh, delving under my shorts teasing my lips.
Before I can beg for more, I’m flat over his lap, his hand coming down hard on my ass making me yelp. My eyes widen when Clint stands me up, tugging my top back into place before putting me on the bike, his face clenched. “Daddy?”
“I fucking told you baby girl.”
“Told me?” I repeat when he starts the bike, linking the helmets together so we can talk.
“I told you that if you leave the house, you fucking wear something to cover daddy’s pussy,” he growls, and I smile resting against his back.
“I forgot; everything was so strange when I woke up. Daddy wasn’t there to remind me.”
“I will be every fucking time from now on.”
I hold tighter letting him drive us away, my eyes closed just enjoying the movement until we stop. I look around not sure where we are because it’s not the house. It looks like the middle of nowhere and sit back as Clint slides off the bike. He reaches out, sliding the helmet off me, hanging them both on the handlebars and I let my eyes roam up and down him, lingering on the bulge behind his pants.
“Up,” he tells me, his tone one that dares me to argue. I don’t want to and slide off the bike, standing in front of him with a grin. He drops his jacket, then pushes mine from my body, his eyes sliding over me, hungry, needy, making me wetter.
“Daddy’s going to give you a lesson on what happens when you don’t behave, baby girl,” he states, loosening his belt. A little shock runs through me as he slides it off, gripping it tightly. Reminders of his spank earlier flood me with heat. “No, this isn’t to spank your little ass red. My hands can do that perfectly fine all by themselves,” he says clearly reading me. “Turn around, arms behind your back, lace your fingers together.”
I do what he instructs, feeling the length of leather wrap around my arms, twining down until he can buckle the belt tight against my wrists. They’re so tight that I can’t begin to move them, only clasp, and unclasp my hands. He pulls hard on the belt, making me stumble, showing just how vulnerable this makes me.
We’re in the middle of nowhere, on a gravel road, thick trees lining it with the sun setting. Anyone else and I’d be terrified, screaming my head off, but not even a sound pops out.
“I could do anything I want to you out here, baby girl. You’d never manage to get away from me, especially not tied up like this,” he teases against my ear, his hand coming down hard on my thigh making me squeak in shock. “But you’re not scared of daddy, are you?”
“No, never of you,” I admit, catching his smile when he turns me around quickly again to face him.
“Then get on your knees for daddy,” he states, nodding towards his feet and jacket there. I sink down, looking up at him, moaning when he grips my hair tight, pulling my face into his groin. “You ever leave the house with daddy’s pussy bare again and this will be nothing compared to what happens, baby girl.”
His hand slips down, unleashing his monster cock, his other guiding my face onto it. It’s hard and long and thick, and he thrusts it into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat making me gag. I can barely breathe as it chokes me, his hand holding my head tight, pulling on my hair when I try to move back off him.
“You take every last inch of it, baby girl. Show daddy you’re his good girl, won’t ever let someone else get close to discover what belongs to him,” Clint orders, making me wetter. Desire, need to please him floods me, and I open my mouth further, gagging as he hits my throat again. “That’s a good girl, choke on daddy’s cock, show him how sorry you are.”
Every word he utters just makes me hotter and I lift my face, meeting his gaze making him stumble. It pushes me back against the bike and Clint pulls out of my mouth, watching the streak of saliva drip from his tip, down to my top.
Before I can ask, what he wants, his hands are on my top, popping the little straps pushing it down baring my tits entirely. He grabs my hips, lifting me from kneeling on my legs, to sitting me on my ass with them spread wide.
The tearing sound makes my eyes widen as cooler air hits my pussy. A little gasp falls then a moan when he jerks on my hair, unraveling the length from the bun, leaving it still in the ponytail. He jerks it again, lifting my head all the way back, his cock pressing against my lips. I open them, feeling his length hit then slide down my throat at this angle. He lets out a low moan, soaking my pussy more.
“Such a good little girl, showing daddy what’s his while taking his cock. You’ll never walk out the door like this again will you, baby girl? You’ll never risk anyone other than daddy being able to bare you that fast?” he adds with a dark growl, and I shake my head no, choking myself on his length.
“You only want daddy’s eyes on you, don’t you? No one else but daddy,” he states, his hips pumping forward once more, until his cum bursts from him, filling my throat faster than I can swallow. It comes out my nose, my mouth, dripping down my chin, and he pulls out, jerking off his length, sending another splash of it onto my tits, then another onto my exposed pussy.
I’m still gagging trying to catch my breath when he tells me to stand. I want to argue but my body responds before I can manage words, pushing myself up to my feet.
“Yeah, you like being daddy’s good little girl, don’t you?” he asks, leaning down, licking my nipples making me squirm. His hand slips between my legs, his fingers pushing into my pussy, rubbing me until I’m riding them, needing to come.
He snatches them away, pulling a whimper from my throat.
“On my bike now, baby girl,” he orders making my eyes widen. “Don’t make daddy tell you twice.”
I let out a moan as I slip onto it, sitting in my spot. He can’t possibly mean to take us home with me like this. It’s not safe and daddy is definitely all about keeping me safe.
Clint swings over the bike, straddling it facing me, before his arms wrap around my legs, tugging me down towards him. My hands grab hold of the edge as he lifts my feet up against the handlebars. “You keep them there or I’ll tie them there, baby girl.”
“Yes daddy,” I moan, my fingers holding tighter to the edge of the seat as he thrusts his cock into me, deep and hard.
“I wasn’t going to take your pussy again tonight. I was going to make sure it was getting some rest, but then you walked out of my house with it bare. That’s not allowed without daddy’s permission, so it needs to be punished. Doesn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I shout as he stands, leaning over me, pounding into me with deep, fast thrusts. “I’m sorry daddy, I was bad. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Yes, you will, by taking daddy’s punishing cock like a good girl, no complaints,” he adds, as his hands move to my hips, pulling me down onto him with each thrust he gives me.
“I’m going to come, daddy,” I cry wanting him coming with me. “Give it to me, please daddy.”
“No, you come only when I tell you that you can when being punished, baby girl.”
My eyes roll backwards as the pleasure hits even harder, my toes curling around the handlebars, trying to stop it. It just keeps building and I squirm, trying to lift my hips from his intense penetration.
“You take it, all of it, baby girl, or I flip you over and take your ass right here, right fucking now,” Clint warns, slamming himself home inside me again.
“Yes daddy, yes, I’m sorry,” I moan, letting him use me, basking in the incredible safety it gives me to be in his arms, letting myself go.
“That’s right, that’s my good girl, you give daddy what’s his. And daddy will make you scream,” he whispers into my ear, his angle shifting upwards, and I do just that at the intensity of pleasure on my g-spot. “Daddy’s going to give you his cum, baby girl. You know what you do with it, don’t you? You open that hole up wide and let it flood you. You don’t come until daddy tells you to.”
Another scream falls when he pumps deeper into me, holding himself still, pressing my thighs down as he grunts out his pleasure. Every jet of it hits deep inside me, filling me fuller, leaving me on the ledge until he pulls out, holding my ass up still. His arms lift me further, until my legs are on his shoulders, mine barely touching the seat.
“Look at my messy girl,” he teases, spreading my lips open. “Daddy’s going to have to clean you up before he can take you home.”
“Please daddy,” I beg as his tongue barely grazes my skin. I’m shaking with need, and a scream falls when he covers my pussy entirely, sucking on my clit, his tongue sliding in and out of me. I’m so close, my legs are quivering, needing it more than air. “Daddy please…please let me come. I promise to be good. I promise…I promise!”
“Come for daddy, baby girl,” Clint tells me, his finger curling up inside me, hitting my g-spot again before his mouth returns to my clit, sucking and nipping on it until I shatter.
My body is plastered to his front, my arms still bound when I come down, feeling his fingers teasing my lips. I lick them clean, smiling when his mouth takes mine, kissing me over and over until his cock is hard yet again.
“Fuck, look what you do to me, baby girl,” he groans, sitting me back from him.
“If I said I’m sorry it’d be a lie,” I tease, then moan when my arms are freed. I wrap them around his shoulders, kissing him until he’s growling at me and muttering to himself.
“No, her pussy needs a break. No more today.”
“Take me home and I’ll take care of your cock for you daddy. I know you need it,” I tell him smiling when he grabs up our jackets, slipping mine around me before buttoning it with a shake of his head. I wrap my arms around him as he heads down the road, curious as to where we are.
“Maker’s Farm,” Clint states and I realize I said that part out loud. “It’s the back side of the place. No one ever comes over here, especially not when they’re partying up at the house. It’s been in my head all day to bring you and fuck you out here. If I hadn’t sworn you were a virgin, I’d have done it last night when I picked you up.”
“I’d have let you. I’ll let you do anything to me, though I don’t really understand why.”
“Because I own you, baby girl, the way you own me. You woke the beast last year, strutting around in those tight cutoffs, needing someone to watch out for you, over you. For the first time in fifteen years my dick woke up, followed by every dormant dark dirty desire I’ve ever had pop into my head. It’s all for you now, Mel. There’s no going back, just forward.”
“I like that, and everything you did to me tonight,” I add as a cool draft slips over my pussy.
“I know you did, baby girl. Your body handed itself to me even before your mind did. It knows I’ll take care of you, give you what you need, especially when you don’t even know what it is,” he adds, and I can’t deny that part of it.
Sure, I’d touched myself imaging that it was Clint’s hands on me, but that was it. I definitely never thought of him putting me on my knees, fucking my throat while we were outside. It was hot as hell though and I won’t complain if he wants a repeat of it soon.
