Meeting Her Master (18 page)

“I
’
m melting!” Dahlia called out, squinting.

“It
’
s not that hot, just bright. Gotta be happy with no humidity,” Blake said, placing their bags in the oversized SUV. “There is some great hiking, riding, and fishing at the ranch we are going to. Doesn
’
t that sound like fun, cupcake?”

“I
’
m not a country girl,” Dahlia grumbled. “Except when it comes to swimming holes and secluded cabins. I really don
’
t like getting dirty.”

“There are some natural hot springs around here that…”

“While you bid on the horses, I will be seeing to Dahlia
’
s comfort,” Giada interrupted, pulling her long, dark hair to a messy bun on top of her head. “I will need a pocket knife, though.”

“Why?” Dahlia asked.

“In case I see a need to cut a switch to use on a bad girl
’s bottom,
” Giada answered. “I hope there won
’
t be a need, will there?”

“No, ma
’
am.”

“
Good. Mommy doesn’
t want to have to spank her girl for being bad. Only for being good. Would you like that?”

Dahlia squirmed, absently touching her hand to her tender backend. “Maybe, but not now. I really wanna take this damn plug out.”

“I will take care of all that tonight before you go to bed. Now sit back and enjoy the view; we have a bit over an hour
’
s drive,” Blake ordered, wrapping his arm around the shoulders of both women as they sat on either side of him.

Dahlia stared open-mouthed at the scenic view of distant, giant purple mountains that remained snow-tipped through even the hottest summer, miles of open prairie with long grasses that danced in the light winds, and thick foliage that lined the riverbeds flowing through Bitterroot Valley. She glanced at Blake and caught his eye. He winked.

They arrived at the ranch and were greeted with a full brigade of barking work dogs, squawking chickens, and several geese who seemed to be more interested in chasing the SUV
’
s driver than their guests. Blake shook the hand of the owner and introduced him to his companions.

“Mr. Lee Foss, please meet my girls. This is Giada and Dahlia.”

“Ma
’
am, it is a delight. And what a charming child!”

“She
’
s our treasure,” Giada played along before Dahlia could protest. “Thank you for allowing us to visit.”

“I had no idea you had a family, Blake. Let me show you the bunkhouse I had made up for your visit. It is very private and the view is breathtaking.”

“Everything here is breathtaking,” Dahlia whispered. “Could I please get some art supplies? I would love to paint some of this. Maybe I can climb up in one of those big, old trees and go from a different perspective?”

“My little artist. Of course, honey. Mommy can take you into town and get you whatever you need. Mr. Foss? Could we inconvenience your driver for one short trip?”

Lee glanced at the old man perched upon a fence, trying to avoid the hissing geese. “I think poor old Elmer would welcome any opportunity to escape the welcoming committee. Those birds hate him,” Lee chuckled. “While the ladies are gone, I can show you my stock.”

“Excellent. Dahlia? When you come back, please stay within hollering distance so we don
’
t have to go looking for you.”

Several hours later, Dahlia found herself lost in thought as she painted the majestic valley before her. She had banked herself in a fork of an old tree and tuned out the world as she sketched and blended the pastels in vibrant, living shapes. She was completely unaware of the activity around her…

* * *

“I
’
ve been calling her for over an hour, Blake,” Giada reported, following him down the path. “I can
’
t find her anywhere.”

“With her ability to zone out, she probably can
’
t hear you. Honestly, I would be very happy to know she did.”

“Happy? Why?”

“Art is her passion. She does incredible work, but everything has always been inspired by her pain and darkness. Here,” Blake swept his hand, “there is nothing but light, life, and beauty. If this inspires her…”

“
I still don’
t like her not answering me,” Giada responded with concern. “
Dahlia!
”

“I
’
ll help you find your girl,” Lee said. “The temperature gets mighty chilly at night and will drop real fast once the sun hits the horizon. We have real long days this time of year, but the nights make up for them.”

Blake wrinkled his forehead, glancing at the sky. “Thanks. This won
’
t happen again. I promise,” he said to Giada, now having been given reason for concern.

* * *

Dahlia’
s mind sprang into the present when she felt a chill penetrate her body. The light was dimming and a wind was starting to blow. She heard voices in the distance and climbed down from the tree, slowly stretching her cramped limbs as she gained her footing.

“I
’
m over here!” she called out in response, trying to follow the voices.

“
Dahlia? Blake! She’
s over here. Are you all right, baby?” Giada hugged her tightly, stunning Dahlia with her reaction. She held the girl
’
s face in her hands, her face troubled from fear. “I was so worried about you. I was so afraid you had gotten hurt.”

Dahlia’
s face was pressed hard against the woman
’
s bosom as she was held with genuine relief and concern. She felt her insides tighten with guilt.

“I
’
m sorry,” she said in a tiny voice. “I was drawing and didn
’
t hear you. I
’
m telling the truth. I swear!” Dahlia held her breath as memories of her past bubbled to the surface. She prepared herself for rejection.

“I believe you. Shhh, why are you crying? You
’
re all right and nothing else matters. Shhh…”

“Let
’
s get you inside before it gets colder out here. I
’
ll have the cook bring food and something warm to your cabin,” Lee offered, watching as Dahlia sobbed helplessly in Giada
’
s loving arms.

“Thanks, Lee. Come on, girl. I
’
ll carry you,” Blake said, lifting Dahlia into his arms like a rag doll. By the time they got to their cabin, Giada was also tearful. She admitted her fear of Dahlia being hurt or lost, and the attachment she was forming with the younger woman. Blake sat silently, listening to Giada
’
s confession, mingled with Dahlia
’
s tears. He looked down at his work-hardened hands and sighed.

“I haven
’
t felt this useless in years. What can I do?”

“Give her to me,” Giada said, sitting on a rocking chair. Blake passed Dahlia to Giada and sat back to watch the scene.

Giada held the girl against her, rocking and smoothing her hair. Dahlia responded naturally, curling up into a small ball as she sought comfort. On impulse, Giada exposed an ample breast and offered the brown, pierced tip to the girl. “Suck on me, child. Go ahead.”

“Giada, now is not the time…”
Blake cautioned.

“Shhh, Blake. Now is the perfect time. Look at her. My sweet baby,” Giada cooed, closing her eyes as Dahlia wrapped her mouth around the warm peak and began to taste it cautiously. It was soft and warm in her mouth; the feel of the soft flesh against her lips, cheeks, and tongue brought her comfort and a sense of safety. Her tongue began to flick playfully around the nipple ring and Dahlia grew bolder as she reached for the other side. She straddled Giada
’
s lap, kissed her firmly on the lips and then returned to lick at her sweet breasts, taking delight in the pleasure she was bringing the woman.

Blake grinned, feeling his manhood grow under the protective shield of his denims. He has promised Humberto that he would not penetrate his wife, but the allowance for oral pleasure still existed. He knelt between Giada
’
s legs and unbuttoned her Levis, all the while Dahlia nursed eagerly at her breasts. Giada moaned as the pants were slid from her body, followed by the panties.

“She likes it hard,” Blake advised as he positioned himself between Giada
’
s thighs. “Let
’
s show her our appreciation, cupcake.”

Eagerly, Dahlia resumed making love to the woman
’
s breasts, licking and nibbling at Giada
’
s pebbled nips, tugging at the piercings as she kissed and chewed at the underside. Blake placed his mouth around Giada
’
s smoldering hot pussy, dripping with a woman
’
s honey, and sucked her clit with the same degree of fervor. Giada
’
s body, captured between the two mouths, twisted and swayed, writhing sensually as her lovers feasted upon her. Giada
’
s eyes flew open and Blake stuffed his fingers into her clenching pussy, causing her to yell aloud in Spanish several times in continuum.

She collapsed into the rocking chair, panting heavily. “
Mi Dios
. The two of you have wonderful mouths. I have felt oral bliss.”

Blake looked at Dahlia and beckoned. He placed her small hand over the bulge of his pants.

“Do you want me to…” she asked, licking her lips, hungry to taste his flesh as well.

“No,” Blake said, planting his mouth again hers and letting her taste Giada
’
s juices from his lips. At first, Dahlia tried to pull away but then relaxed and enjoyed the warm, musky scent that reminded her of a late summer night next to the swimming pool. She plunged her tongue deep into Blake
’
s mouth and felt him lift her and carry her to the bed.

His head traveled south and he began to hungrily delve into her sweet, juicy gifts, his teeth nipping and pulling at her swollen lips. He flipped Dahlia to her knees and spread her legs wide for Giada to watch, grinning as the woman
’
s hand inched down to her wet pussy to finger-fuck herself as he pleasured his own body with the eager Dahlia.

“I
’
m leaving this plug in for a bit longer,” Blake announced, running his large hands over her discolored bottom, making her whimper in discomfort. “Your ass is still warm and so beautiful. You should think about painting a portrait of this for my bedroom.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” Dahlia groaned, pushing back into his hand.

He smacked her bottom loudly. “That is not the way to ask for a proper fucking, young lady. Try again.”

“Shut up and fuck me, please?” Dahlia grinned, turning her head to look at him.

“Such an ungrateful little wench,” Blake stated, aiming the head of his rigid, throbbing cock to her dripping pink entrance. He plunged himself within her, gaining a squeak. “Is this what you want? Do you like it when I take you from behind like an animal? Maybe I should bite your neck as I dip my cock inside of you…” Blake said, clamping his teeth into the crevice at the base of her neck. Dahlia released a groan, tilting so he could bite harder. “You enjoy being bitten too, don
’
t you? You love when I leave marks on your body and claim you as mine.”

“Yessssss,” Dahlia hissed, arching her rear to take him deeper. “More!”

“How does it feel to know you have an audience? Giada is watching us fuck like rabbits and is playing with herself. You are turning her on, cupcake. Every time you moan, she gets more excited.”

The image of Giada getting herself off while watching Blake fuck her was enough to send Dahlia into a rapturous state. She began to rock into Blake
’
s strokes, swaying her head back and forth as her senses piqued. Her nerves were on edge, waiting impatiently to be thrown into the abyss of delight. She needed more… something to send her over the top.

“Fuck her in the ass, Blake,” Giada begged, her voice strained as she neared her own release. “Yank out that plug and fill her with your cock.”

Blake reached between him and Dahlia, and felt for the flange holding the plug in place. He pulled, popping it out of her body without giving her warning. Her groan was followed by another cry as he pulled his cock from her pussy and harpooned her. He sunk inside her depths and raked his fingers down her back as he explored her tight hole with his thick shaft, plunging in and out, letting her feel every glorious inch he had to offer. He reached between her legs and pinched her clit.

Dahlia screamed. She froze in place, her back arched and bottom jutting out as she captured his seed inside of her. Sweet dizziness swam through her head as she felt his hot cum bathe her insides, soothing her ache. Blake
’
s arms trembled on either side of her body as he supported himself, and she turned her head to nip at a bulging bicep. Blake urged her down on her side next to him, his rod still buried deep within her, and wrapped his leg over her lithe, sweating body.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,”
Giada panted.
“Humberto is onto something with this voyeurism thing.”

“Mmmm,” Dahlia sleepily replied.

* * *

Giada kept a close eye on Dahlia the following day while Blake attended the auction. The younger woman was unnaturally quiet and distracted, her attention span shorter than usual.

“Dahlia? Come talk to me. Is there something bothering you?”

“No,” Dahlia smiled, climbing next to the older woman on the couch and leaning her head against Giada
’
s shoulder. “
I just feel
… content. Like there is hope for me to be happy.”

“What brought this on?”

“All of this, I guess. Look at my drawing.” She reached behind the couch and pulled up a bag from which she withdrew a sketchpad. “I have never seen those colors until yesterday. At least, not seen them unassociated with a bruise.”