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“We’ve all come such a long way,” Trent said.
Patti could feel the happiness and pride coming off him in waves.
“Hey,” he said softly, his touch hypnotic as it danced across her shoulders. “What’s your biggest reflection from today?”
Patti closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully absorb the intimacy of the moment. “Happiness comes from self-acceptance,” she murmured.
Trent smiled, curiosity evident in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Self-acceptance,” Patti repeated. She reached for his hand and held it tight. “I finally accepted the fact that I have the power to make changes in my life and in the world. I used to be ashamed of my money. Almost scared of it. It was a hangover from my past. But now, I know that the past is part of me. It made me who I am.”
“The smart, capable woman you are today.”
“That’s right! And I found a way to use the money, my past, for something that I truly love.”
“So,” Trent asked, gently rubbing the nape of her neck, “how come you decided to stay anonymous?”
“I just... I just want to be known as Patti. Not... Rich Patti or Moneybags Patti.”
He laughed, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, Patti, I think you’re pretty amazing just the way you are.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, touched by his sincerity.
“I’m proud of you,” Trent continued. “You made the decision to invest in the ranch all by yourself, and it’s a great one. Whatever happens, you’ll have a stake in its future, and you obviously love the animals here.”
“…and the people,” Patti added with a shy smile, thinking of the friends they’d made and the community they were building together.
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his lips warm and reassuring against hers. As their connection deepened, Patti felt a surge of gratitude for the man who had become such an essential part of her life.
“A rancher and a multimillionaire,” Trent’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned back on the seat next to the bath, a playful smirk gracing his lips.
Patti nodded, her heart fluttering at the intriguing tone in his voice. “That’s us, Daddy,” she replied, curious about where he was going with this.
“I wonder what would happen if the tables were turned,” he mused, watching her closely for a reaction. “If I was the stern, powerful millionaire, and you were the, ahem, innocent cowgirl.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but her interest was piqued. “What do you mean, Daddy?”
“Let’s find out,” Trent said, his voice low and seductive. He stood, offering Patti a hand.
As Patti emerged from the bath, she found herself wrapped in one of Trent’s flannel shirts, the soft fabric enveloping her like a warm embrace. She slid into his worn jeans, the denim loose against her hips, and looked at herself in the mirror. The rancher’s clothes felt foreign yet thrilling, transforming her into someone new and bold.
“Perfect,” Trent murmured. “Now wait here for me, cowpoke.”
It didn’t take him long. A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway dressed in the only smart suit he owned, a simple dark garment, paired with a crisp white shirt and bold red tie. The sight of him took her breath away. He looked powerful, commanding, and utterly irresistible. His brown eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped into the room, his confident stride sending shivers down her spine.
“Little cowgirl,” he whispered, his fingers trailing along her collarbone, “I’m the owner of this ranch. And as the owner and your Master, I want you to do exactly as I say.”
Patti’s pulse raced at the intensity of his gaze, her body quivering with anticipation. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her desire for him growing with each passing moment.
“First,” he continued, circling her slowly, “I want you to strip for me.”
Patti’s heart pounded in her chest as she unbuttoned the shirt that hung loosely on her body. The fabric rustled softly against her skin, falling to the floor as she stepped out of the pants and boots. She felt exposed, and vulnerable, but exhilarated by the power Trent exuded.
“Remember your safeword, little one,” he reminded her gently, concern lacing his otherwise commanding tone. “Use it if things get too intense.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. “I will, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Trent’s voice was firm, yet tender. “Now, I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to, and as a millionaire—wait, screw it, I’m a damn trillionaire. As a trillionaire, my standards are high. If you come, it’s game over. I’ll find another desperate cowgirl to satisfy me.”
