Page 8 of Recovered By Firefighter Daddy

CHAPTER EIGHT

Shane

Even though it was just a short drive to her house from the restaurant, I felt like it was worth every second of it. She looked so comfortable inside my giant truck, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched her look out the window with newfound childlike wonder. By the time we had pulled up to the house, I saw the for sale sign and felt my heart start to sink, remembering that she was trying to get out of Alaska.

"If you don't mind my asking, why do you plan on moving out of your house as soon as possible?" I asked as we got out of the vehicle and started towards the front door. "I thought of everybody in town, you would be the one who would end up staying." She looked embarrassed as she shrugged her shoulders, and, for the briefest moment, I had a feeling that I had gone too far before she even replied.

"It's because there were too many sad memories here," she admitted politely as she led me to her living room, where a large TV sat in the dark. "I tried keeping the house and just moving on, but, thanks to everything that happened when my parents died, it's been too hard." I felt a twinge of guilt rise up in my chest as I stared down at her, already having second thoughts about all of this.

She had her whole life ahead of her, and I couldn't take that away. It would be selfish and irresponsible of me, especially since I knew that I would never be able to find another woman like her no matter how hard I tried. What made it even worse for me was the fact that my entire body yearned for her, and I couldn't bring myself to let this moment slip from my grasp.

"Are you still planning on leaving?" I asked as I watched her carefully, trying to take in her reaction. Surprisingly, she smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Honestly, I don't know," she admitted. "I still want to sell the house, but I've kind of grown attached to the town, especially since it doesn't seem to want me to leave." Her change in attitude was welcome yet confusing, but I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Rather than continuing the conversation, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers, enjoying the way she tasted. I could still taste the aftertaste of the burger and fries she had for dinner, as well as the pie she had for dessert. Her entire body went rigid when our lips connected, and I was afraid she would push me away, but she didn't.

Instead, she gave in to the kiss, her lips obediently conforming to mine, and I heard the soft moan escape her as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me closer to her tiny frame. As much as I wanted to be lost in this moment forever, I knew better than to linger too long or else she might think I was teasing her or taking advantage, so I reached a hand up and kneaded her luscious breast in my hand like a ball of putty.

"Daddy," she pleaded in an innocent voice as she pulled away, mewling like a little kitten as she did so. "I need you, please." A mischievous smile spread across my face as I stared down at her trembling body, my eagerness to feel her completely at my mercy.

"Are you sure you want this, Little One?" I asked as I pinched her nipple gently through the bra she was wearing. "I'm a very strict Daddy who doesn't like to be disobeyed." She whimpered a little as she nodded her head, and I almost felt guilty for what was about to happen.

"I want to be your Little," she reassured me. "I want to come home every day and be taken care of and do whatever you want me to. I want you to punish me when I fail you, and I want to be rewarded for good behavior." Seeing that she was serious, I couldn't help but smile.

"You can start by showing Daddy where the bedroom is," I instructed her as I nuzzled her neck. "You have ten seconds to get upstairs and strip for Daddy before he has to punish you." Even though she was clearly turned on by what was happening, I saw a flicker of something else in her eyes as she stared at me and waited patiently to see what she might do.

Rather than changing her mind, she bobbed her head up and down like a bobblehead and took off up the stairs, nearly falling a few steps up as she did so. Watching her go, I decided to follow her right away in order to make sure she didn't fall. The last thing I wanted was for her to get hurt and ruin the moment. Once she was safely upstairs, she sprinted down the hallway, taking a sharp turn when she reached the doorway to the bedroom.

I took my time getting to the bedroom, peeling my shirt over my head as I walked. I wanted this moment to last forever, and I was going to make the most of the time we had. There would be no rest until I had her screaming for the sweet release of the climax. I would make her experience, and as I entered the room, I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw her beautiful naked body lying on top of the bed.

"Did I do good, Daddy?" she asked, her tone sweet and innocent as she spoke. Unbuttoning my jeans, I licked my lips and nodded my head.

"Yes, Little One," I told her as I approached the bed. "You did well."