Page 2 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER TWO

Daniel

I’m willing to bet there has never been a time in my life with this much anger at a bear. Hell, bears just do what they do. How in the world can I be angry at a bear for just being a bear?

Well, I’ll tell you how.

That girl is the most beautiful girl I can even imagine. How often does a guy get a chance to stumble upon a perfectly sexy girl with incredible curves resting on the bank of a mountain stream completely naked, ankles in the flowing water while she masturbates and screams his name?

I mean, that’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing!

And instead of watching and enjoying; now I have to deal with the damned bear.

“Stay still!” I shout. Kaylee turns her head and her expression, already fearful, gets a healthy dose of shock added to it.

I rush forward, moving my arms like crazy and shouting. The bear rears at the new attacker and I keep rushing toward it. It’s unsure. I’m not a delectable, apparently defenseless treat like Kaylee. I’m certainly not thrashing about on the ground in a way that makes the bear think I’m wounded. On the contrary, I’m thrashing about upright, making me a danger.

The bear whines and lets out something like a growl.

By now, I’m there and I reach down and throw Kaylee over my shoulder. She panics and starts struggling. I land a hard spank on her perfect, luscious ass, and snap, “Hush!”

Man, when I think about how many times in my life when I swat a girl’s ass for entirely different reasons…

She yelps but instantly stops struggling and that’s all that’s important right now. She’s beautiful and curvy but she’s still very petite and light as a feather, it seems, which makes it easier to rush to the cabin. I have to hope like hell she left the cabin through the front door because I am sure as hell don’t want to kick the door in.

Actually, I’m willing to bet I won’t even be able to kick it in. My good friend Lane built this house himself, and that means it’s very well constructed. I reach the porch and the bear is right behind me, which means it’s very hungry or crazed. I guess I can understand that because I find Kaylee pretty damned appetizing myself. I reach for the door and almost shout triumphantly when the knob turns. A moment later, we’re inside.

I just toss the girl over my shoulder onto the couch and remind myself to compliment Lane later for having a couch only about eight feet from the door. I barely catch her expression before I turn and close the door. I hear the bear scratching at the door and quickly bar it. I run past Kaylee, who stares at me like I’m some kind of God of the mountain.

Yeah, I like that.

And I especially like the sight of her naked and too stunned to cover up.

I rush to the kitchen, hoping like hell Lane is stocked up. Beneath the sink, I find what I’m looking for. Although it would be faster to run from the kitchen to the back, I take a long way. I mean, I want to see this girl again and I want to see her see me.

I run back to the living room and the girl—still naked—lifts herself off of the couch and starts to speak to me.

“Stay here,” I command.

She immediately sits back on the couch and despite the circumstances, I can’t help but note how willingly she follows commands. The bear continues to scratch at the front door, so I head out the back door and around the cabin. I don’t bother trying to muffle the sound of my movements since the goal is to distract the bear from the meal that is now staring through the front window at me, wide-eyed and beautiful, her breasts hanging down like delicious fruit just waiting to be tasted.

The bear growls and my eyes snap back to the porch. I am fortunate the animal didn’t notice me while I was distracted, or I could have paid a heavy price for my lack of focus. As it is, the bear’s attention is still riveted on the meal that disappeared inside the cabin and I can get close to it and lift the air horn that I retrieved from underneath the kitchen sink. It’s designed specifically to deter bears and when I squeeze the bulb, it emits a harsh nasal sound far louder than a normal air horn.

Most importantly, it works. The bear leaps into the air and absurdly, I note the impressive height of its jump before it lands and sprints to the forest, disappearing into the trees. Somewhat less absurdly, I recall how deceptively fast bears can be and thank my lucky stars that this one announced its presence to the girl I rescued before attempting to eat her.

I walk into the cabin, and she is still uncovered, affording me a full view of her glorious body. She stares at me like I’m some sort of God. Her nipples harden and I feel my own body responding. I nearly strip my clothes off and fuck her right on the couch. I’m sure I could if I wanted to, judging by the way her cheeks flush as she looks at me.

But not right now. “You should shower,” I say. “You had your feet in the cold water. You need to warm up. The cold out here can be deceptive. You might catch a cold.”

“A cold?” she says, somewhat incredulously. “I almost got eaten by a bear!”

“And now, little girl, you’re going to shower and warm up.”

The phrase comes instinctively but the slight gasp she makes and the way her cheeks color tell me she doesn’t mind being called little girl. She seems to enjoy it very much.

She breathes, “Yes, Daddy,” and now I have no doubt she is a natural little. It’s crazy that I could be thinking this now, moments after saving us from being eaten, but there it is.

I smile and say, “What’s your name?”

“Kaylee,” she says.

“Kaylee,” I repeat. “I’m Daniel. It’s nice to meet you. Now go shower and when you’re finished, come back to the living room and we’ll talk some more, okay?”

She nods and I say, “Use your words, little girl.”

She gasps again and says, “Yes, Daddy.”

I don’t try to hide the fact that I stare at her ass as she walks to the shower.