Page 5 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER FIVE

Kaylee

I pull on white cotton panties, just briefs. I pull on a pair of thigh-high rainbow socks. I pull on a pink tee shirt. That’s it. I mean, I only have limited experience being a little girl but it sure seems like that’s a pretty damned good sexy lingerie outfit given the context of the relationship. I want to make it perfect, actually, so I also have my bedroom worked up. I have a pink comforter on the bed and pink shams on the pillows. I also have a bunch of stuffed animals all over the bed. Maybe it’s too soon for me to move out on my own but I feel great about my little one-bedroom apartment.

Sure, it costs money.

Sure, a wiser choice is probably just staying with Kaylen and Lane. At least, that would be a wiser choice from a strictly economic standpoint. The thing is, I don’t intend to return home. Well, a better way to put that is that I think this little mountain town is my home now.

It’s crazy to start thinking that anywhere Daniel is represented my home but it’s dishonest to pretend I don’t feel that way.

But now I have privacy and now I can do things like this. I can also give Daniel a key to my place, something I can’t do with someone else’s place. I know Daniel will be arriving any minute now, and I am so damned excited it’s a wonder I don’t just buzz like a vibrator.

I glance at my laptop and close it. Then, I giggle because transitioning from working in an office to working in a home is so much easier than I thought it might be. It means a great deal more efficiency. I no longer feel a need to fill hours scheduled. I get the work done as efficiently and effectively as I can. That means I usually only take four or five hours to get everything done. I suspect also that has a lot to do with managers not being able to interrupt me regularly. The company is thrilled as long as the work is done. They pay me a salary to accomplish things, not an hourly wage.

It gives me freedom.

A lot of freedom.

Like the freedom to be dressed up like some kind of contradiction, a woman with a very womanly body from my good-sized boobs to my near-hourglass figure wearing an outfit appropriate for a young teenager’s sleepover. It gives me the freedom to wait on my pink bed surrounded by stuffed animals, sitting crisscross applesauce and waiting for Daddy.

It’s pretty damned exciting to think of Daniel as Daddy.

God, waiting is so hard! I feel like I’m going to just spontaneously burst into flames. I mean, every one of my senses seems like it’s on high alert, and I just don’t know how in the world I’m supposed to be able to focus on anything other than the fact that I want him here and he’s not here yet!

I consider throwing the whole plan out the window, grabbing my vibrator out of the nightstand, and just taking care of the extraordinary need filling me at the moment. That makes me realize just how smart I am to get dressed and get on the bed when I know he’s only five or six minutes away from me. Of course, if he calls me and tells me he won’t make it for a while, that vibrator is coming out!

I giggle at my adamance about that but then I cut the giggles off right away because I hear the front door open. I almost hold my breath as I hear it close. Daniel calls, “Kaylee? Are you here, little girl?”

“In the room,” I call back. God, my heart feels like it’s beating like some kind of hard rock drum solo! I feel like I’m shaking and just to steady myself, I put my hands at my sides, pressing them into the bed as I stare at my bedroom door. I try to keep the feeling like I’m just going to faint at bay. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, finishing that breath just as my bedroom door opens and Daniel looks at me.

“Happy two months anniversary, Daddy,” I say in a sweet, little girl voice.

He’s speechless.

He’s literally speechless!

It lasts several seconds. He just stares at me wide-eyed and then he manages, “Happy anniversary, little girl.”

I think it takes about half a second for him to reach the bed after that.

This one will go into the logbook as an unmitigated success. Of course, I don’t have an actual logbook. Still, it doesn’t take long before I’m on top of Daddy and he holds onto my hips, thrusting into me. I love that my socks remain on. I don’t know, I think they’re just cute as hell and sexy, too. I love the contrast between their kind of cute nature and the big, muscular body of the man beneath me.

When he cums, I move my hips like a crazy woman because I love when it gets to be too much for him and he finally has to physically overpower me to stop me. As always, when he lifts me up, gasping as he sets me onto the bed, I go into a giggling fit. Thankfully, he’s still too overwhelmed to tickle torture me. After some snuggling, he asks me if I want to do something silly. “Well, I’m a silly little girl,” I say.

He laughs and says, “A friend of mine, a lumberjack, he’s been renovating the old Marin hotel. Anyway, I thought maybe we’d check in tonight, like a fun field trip. It’s his first night open even though the grand reopening is a few weeks away.”

“Daddy!” I say as I sit up. “You want to encourage your friend!”

He smiles and says, “Well, Vincent is one of my closest friends. He saved my life once. Okay, no. More like he saved my leg. If he hadn’t knocked me out of the way, a tree would have fallen on me. I wasn’t paying attention.”

I feel like my heart is going to stop. “Does… does that happen a lot?”

He reaches for me and squeezes me. “No. And I’m always careful now. So, what do you say? Wanna spend the night somewhere else?”

I try not to giggle as I say, “Pizza night?”

He laughs and says, “You got it, sugar pie.”

“With pineapple?”

“Don’t push it.”

I don’t really want pineapple but it’s something we do every time we get pizza, one of the things we do.

I like that we have things.