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Chuck was clear — there would be no sex until after the contract — but that didn’t mean that Millie didn’t push her boundaries. A lot.
The trouble was that she was so damn horny, and Chuck wassodamn handsome. It just wasn’t fair. In fact, her attraction to him was faintly ridiculous. When he leaned over to drink from the tap and she ended up ogling his muscular ass — when she caught herself checking out his thick, unreasonably sexy forearms — when she found herself hypnotized by the bulge in his faded jeans that she justknewwould give her insane pleasure. It was too much.
To her delight, when Chuck caught her staring, he found it fun to punish her. It wasn’t just spanking, either. One time he got her to stand in the corner of the stable for twenty minutes on one leg. Another time, he’d made her crawl around on her hands and knees for the morning. It’s hard to describe just why exactly these punishments made her feel so good, but they really, really did. Maybe it was because she felt so absolved afterward. Maybe she was just a natural masochist. Whatever the reason, by the end of the punishments, her pussy was always dripping wet, and her breathing ragged.
Of course, shedidlike the spankings the best. They only took place in private, secret places, where there was no chance of getting caught.
She’d graduated from open palm to riding crop, and she was loving to feel just how different each implement was against her skin. She was surprised by how sexual it made her feel — the pain and pleasure had started to deliciously mix, and each time she got ready to feel the sting of her Daddy’s palm, she could already feel that familiar creeping lust that she was growing to love.
Besides the punishments and work, she’d been getting to know Chuck’s brothers. Trent was extremely serious but very kind. And Duke — well, Duke was a hoot. Even though she hadn’t managed to actually ride a horse just yet, she’d been doing riding lessons with Trent and Duke. They each pretended that they were a novice rider, and she’d instruct them.
She never tired of hearing Duke’s over-the-top shouts of “Yes Ma’am,” or Trent’s earnest, “You’re doing a great job, Miss Millie.” Even though she knew it was dangerous, she’d started to think of them as the brothers she’d never had.
There was just one thing missing from the mix.
Regression.
It had been so long that she wondered if he had gone off the idea. She found it difficult to bring it up, in case he had decided that regression wasn’t a good option for her.
Finally, after days of plucking up the courage, over a lunch break at the stable, Millie said, “Daddy, have you changed your mind about regressing me?”
Chuck looked up from his sandwich. “No, Millie. I haven’t. Of course I haven’t.”
“Daddy, I’ve been good, haven’t I?” she pleaded.
“Babygirl,” he said, “this has nothing to do with your behavior.” He hesitated. “It’s been wonderful to see you flower over the past couple of weeks. I’ve been holding off taking things further with the regression because a Daddy/Little Girl relationship can be complicated. I wanted to make sure you were ready.”
“I am ready,” she did her best to sound plucky and resilient.
“I can see that.” He breathed in deeply. “Very well. Tonight’s the night, then.”
“Tonight?” She felt her pulse quicken.
“Trent has the contract ready. And I know just the place to sign it.”
*
As they walked through the woods by torchlight, Chuck hoped that everything was in order. He’d coordinated this all with his brothers, but it had been a little last minute.
He checked his phone to see whether either of them had messaged. Nothing. There was another missed call from Rosy Pastures. Even though he’d told them that he wasn’t in a position to accept or decline their offer just yet, they seemed obsessed with reminding him that — if he wanted — he had a job he could walk into there.
“Daddy,” Millie said, “I’m a little bit scared of the dark.”
“Don’t worry, sugar,” Chuck said. “You never have to be scared when I’m around. There’s no way I’d ever let a tree-goblin get you.”
“T-tree goblin?” There was genuine fear in her voice.
“Oh darling,” he said, pausing for a moment and holding her close to him, “I was just kidding. There are no tree goblins.” God, it felt good to feel her body pushed up against his. He knew that she was enjoying it, too, as he felt her gently grind her crotch up against his thick thigh.
“That’s it, babygirl. Take your mind off the scary stuff with Daddy’s leg.”
Not fucking Millie was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. Countless times over the past two weeks she’d practically thrown herself at him. Like right now. He could almost feel her pussy ache for him. As she rubbed herself up and down his leg, his cock started to thicken, and he felt a hormone storm brew in his brain.
It would be so easy to give in. So easy to pull her skirt down, tug her panties to the side and just fuck her brains out on the forest floor.
And she would let him, too. She’d have let him without a second thought. In fact, she probably would have begged him to.
Millie was still rubbing herself up against his leg, and the rhythm was getting faster, more desperate. She looked up into his eyes, and he knew what she wanted.
