Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Ben

The walk back to Ben’s cabin was electric. He felt like a teenager, drunk on lust, giddy and desperate to spend time with his babygirl, eager to feel the smoothness of her skin, the taste of her tongue.

“Are you sure you want this?” Ben said, pausing by his door. “When we get into that room, sweetheart, I’m going to claim you. What that means for us in the long-term, we’ll have to see.”

“I’m sure, Daddy,” she said, nodding. “You’re going to claim me for now . I promise you that’s enough. I’m living in the moment with you. I just want to enjoy this time. Right now.”

He looked at her beautiful face, those gorgeous eyes, and her full, pink lips. He could scarcely believe his luck. And yet, he wanted so much more than this moment. He wanted this moment to never end.

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, I’m going to take control, you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And I’m going to take everything I want.”

“I want to give it to you.”

He swung the door open. Inside, it smelled of pine and leather. “In you go,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Lulu obeyed, ducking inside.

A log smoldered in the fireplace, giving a low, warm light to the space. They walked to the couch, each step elevating Ben’s anticipation.

“So,” Lulu said, her voice quavering, “what do you want from me?”

He turned to face her, blue eyes smoldering. He knew exactly how this was going to play out. He’d seen all of Louisa Hart’s desires written in black and white on their contract, and he was going to fulfill them—by taking everything he wanted for himself. "Get on your knees, babygirl," he commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around me."

Sinking to the wooden floor, she gazed up at him through her lashes. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured. "I want to make you feel so good."

“Look,” he said, placing her palm over the bulge in his groin. “Look what you do to me. Look what you’ve been doing to me, every day, every minute, every second since I met you at this ranch.”

Lulu’s eyes widened as she pressed her palm into his thick erection.

“Now, take off my jeans,” he instructed her.

Ben groaned as she eagerly reached for his belt buckle with trembling hands. The sight of his sweet Lulu kneeling before him, so willing and eager, made his cock strain even harder against the denim of his pants. He tangled a hand in her chestnut waves, guiding her closer. "That's my good girl," he praised huskily. "Show Daddy how much you want it."

Lulu freed Ben's hard manhood from the confines of his jeans, her breath catching. "Oh Daddy," she breathed reverently. "I've been dreaming about worshipping you like this for so long."

Ben's hips jerked involuntarily at her naughty confession, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Knowing his sweet babygirl fantasized about pleasuring him drove his lust to dizzying heights. "Is that so, princess?" he growled, tightening his grip in her hair. "Tell me more about this naughty fetish of yours."

She gazed up at him adoringly as she wrapped her dainty hand around his thick shaft. "I want to savor every inch of your perfect meat, Daddy. The taste, the smell, the feel of it, throbbing on my tongue. . . " Her pink lips brushed feather-light kisses along his engorged length. "I could spend hours like this, on my knees, eating you. You make me so greedy for it. I want more and more and more."

"Fuuuck," Ben cursed under his breath, his eyes rolling back as her wet little tongue swirled around his swollen head. The erotic visual paired with her filthy words tested the limits of his restraint. "That's it, darling,” he panted, “show me how dirty that sweet mouth can be."

Emboldened by his encouragement, Louisa laved her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent veins. She suckled the leaking tip, moaning at the salty flavor of his arousal. Her kitten licks gradually increased in intensity, worshipping every inch, just like in her naughtiest daydreams. The wanton hunger in her eyes, her needy whimpers, drove him wild. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to just seize her head and fuck that hot little mouth as hard as he goddamn could. But Lulu deserved to have this fantasy fulfilled. To see how it felt to truly worship him.

Lulu took him fully into her mouth for the first time, her plush lips stretching around his thick girth. She began to eagerly suck and slurp, her cheeks hollowing as she milked his cock with single-minded devotion.

"Oh fuck, babygirl, just like that," Ben groaned, his hips rocking slightly to meet her bobbing mouth. The warm, wet suction enveloping his aching flesh felt incredible. "You're being such a good girl for Daddy."

Their bodies moved in sensual synchronicity, lost in the haze of desire, connected in the most intimate way. Spit dribbled down Louisa's chin as she took him deeper, swallowing around the broad head nudging the back of her throat.

"Please Daddy," she panted when she finally released him with a lewd pop, gazing up at him with blown pupils, flushed and panting. "I need you inside me. I want you to claim me. Make me yours."

Ben cupped her face, thumb wiping the wetness on her chin. "You sure you can take it, sweetheart? I don’t plan on holding back."

"Yes! I can take anything. Anything." She nuzzled into his palm kittenishly, tongue peeking out to lap the taste of herself from his skin. "Fill me up, Daddy. I'll be your perfect little toy."

Ben gently lifted Louisa and laid her down on the plush bed, hovering over her petite frame. His strong hands caressed her sides reverently as he peppered tender kisses along the elegant column of her neck.

"I've got you, babygirl," he murmured against her flushed skin. "Daddy's going to take good care of you."

Lulu shivered and arched into his touch, emerald eyes shining with absolute trust and adoration. She cradled his face and brought their lips together in a slow, deep kiss, trying to convey all the blossoming feelings in her heart.

Ben groaned into the kiss, one hand slipping between their bodies to guide himself to her slick entrance. He pulled back just enough to hold her gaze intently as he let his thick length rest against her, not yet going inside of her.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," he praised ardently. "My beautiful girl."

Louisa whimpered and lifted her hips, trying to draw him in.

Ben shuddered at the delicious sensation, his restraint unraveling. With a gentle but firm thrust, he finally slid deep into her welcoming heat. They both cried out at the intense joining, clinging to each other. He stilled for a long moment, savoring the feel of her fluttering around him before beginning to move.

Ben made love to her with slow, deep strokes, taking his time to stoke the flames higher. He angled his hips to hit that magical spot inside her on each pass, making her moan and arch her back in pure pleasure.

“That’s it, darling,” he encouraged her. “Let go for me. Nothing else matters but this. You and me, right now, in this moment.”

Lulu gasped in delight at his words. He sought out her clit with his fingers, showing her exactly how in the moment she could be. She bucked and she ground into him and she shrieked until finally, he had pushed her all the way to the edge of pleasure, and he let her fall off that cliff into the deep waters of a delicious orgasm. her was right that to catch her, to kiss her, and once he felt like she could handle it, he began stoking her fire once more.

“Oh, Daddy,” she panted. “You’re so good at this.”

“You make it easy, Lulu,” he said, thrusting his rock-hard lust into her warm wetness over and over.

Lulu babbled incoherently, lost in a sea of bliss as Ben worshipped her body just as skillfully as she had his.

Tears of overwhelming emotion pricked the corners of her eyes.

"I’m right here with you, sweetheart," Ben reassured her, voice rough with strain as he neared his own cliff-edge. "I've got you, you’re about to be mine, darling."

With a wail of joy, Louisa shattered apart beneath him once more, and this time her release triggered his own.

Ben crushed his mouth against hers to muffle both their cries as he emptied himself deep inside her, hips continuing to rock through each wave of rapture.

In the afterglow, as their hearts gradually slowed and breaths evened out, Ben gazed down at the incredible woman in his arms.

He felt glorious.

He felt terrified.

He was in trouble.

The truth was, like it or not, he was falling hard and fast for this bright, creative, whirlwind of a Little. He wanted her to be his, now and always. He had claimed her now, yes, but truly, she was the one who had claimed him.

He was trying to figure out a way to put this in words, to tell her that even though it was all happening so fast, he was feeling things he’d never felt before. About himself. About her. But the moment he finally opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted.

The shrill ring of his phone startled them. He fumbled for the offending device on the nightstand, frowning when he saw the caller ID.

Oh, shit. It was his PA. He’d instructed her to only call him while he was on this trip if there was some kind of emergency.

With an apologetic glance at Louisa, he answered gruffly. "Lawson here."

He paced the small room, free hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Tension radiated off him in palpable waves. "Okay. Yeah. I understand," Ben said finally, voice heavy with resignation. "I'll be on the next flight out." He hung up and tossed the phone aside, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Louisa sat up, pulling the sheet around her bare body. Worry gnawed at her gut. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ben sighed, perching on the edge of the bed. He took her small hand in his. "That was my assistant in Texas. I've hit a major snag with the ranch project."

"What kind of snag?" Fear crept into Louisa's voice.

"The local governor got wind of my plans. He has . . . conservative views. He’s pulled my permits." Ben's jaw clenched. "Claims he won't allow 'that kind of immoral establishment' in his jurisdiction."

"Oh no!" Louisa gasped, squeezing his hand. “What will you do?”

"Shh, hey now. It’s okay. I’ll survive." Ben gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair soothingly even as his own heart raced. “I’m afraid this complicates things, though.”

“I understand. I’m so sorry about your ranch. Your dream.”

“I’m not going to back down.”

Louisa sniffled against his chest. "But how will you fight it? If he has the power to revoke permits. . . "

"I have a great team of lawyers. I'll fight this, take it to court if I have to." Ben's voice hardened with determination. "But it means I need to go back to handle things in person. Like, immediately."

Louisa pulled back, eyes wide and dismayed. "You're leaving? Now?"

Ben reached out for her, stroking her smooth arm. "I don't want to. Believe me.”

“But . . . the carnival.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, Lulu. The carnival is so nearly ready, though. You don’t need me to finish it, Lulu. You’ve been the driving force behind it this whole time.”

“I wanted to enjoy it with you. To make the most of our . . . last days together.”

“I wanted that too,” he told her. “But I have to prioritize right now." He rested his forehead against hers. Had he really just said that? God, what an asshole he was being. He hated every word that had just come out of his mouth.

“I understand,” she said softly. “It’s not always possible to live in the moment. Not when the future is at stake.”

“Exactly,” he replied grimly. “That’s exactly right.”

Even though they were both in agreement, neither of them were smiling.