Daddy’s Orders (Silver Fox Daddies)

“Tell me how you’re feeling.”

The island was a blur before me as the vehicle rushed away from the beach.

Logan’s words sounded distant, as if he were underwater. It was nearly impossible to muster the mental energy to reply.

“Huh?”

He placed his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze as he drove.

“I said, tell me how you’re feeling.”

I closed my eyes, attempting to answer the question in the most honest way I could.

“My ankle hurts.”

“I know. You twisted it. At least, that’s all I hope happened.”

The situation with my ankle was easy to sort out in my mind. I fell, it hurt. The rest of what had happened on the beach was another story. Marta’s betrayal, the terrifying arrival of the men, Logan rushing in like a freaking action hero… it was all too surreal to even process.

“I’m fine.” I turned in my seat, Logan visible in the corner of my eye. He didn’t say anything, but I could sense that he didn’t believe my answer.

It didn’t take long until we reached the estate. Four guards were at the gate, all swarming to the ATV as Logan pulled to a stop. He issued orders to them in a commanding voice, telling them where to go and what to do. Once that was done, he pulled the ATV the rest of the way onto the estate, the heavy gate shutting behind us. I was relieved when it was closed. The gate wasn’t just for show; I could tell the bars were solid, likely made of steel.

When Logan killed the ATV engine, I prepared to step off.

“Not yet,” he said. “You’re not putting a pound of weight on that ankle until I’ve had a chance to take a look at it.”

I wanted to protest, but the tone in Logan’s voice made it clear there was no point in that.

“Yeah. Sure.”

He stepped over and scooped me up, my body pressing against his. As much as I wanted to walk on my own two feet, I had to admit that there was something nice about the way he held me, something that made me feel as if danger couldn’t touch me.

Logan carried me up the stairs of the mansion, the doors opening on their own. The staff was waiting inside, all of them regarding us with worried expressions. Pearl hurried over.

“What the hell happened down there?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you all about it later.” Logan’s tone was firm and commanding. “Right now, I need to get her upstairs.”

“Of course.” Pearl glanced down at my ankle, noticing the issue right away. She placed her hand on the swollen spot, a tinge of pain radiating outward from it. “Hurt?”

“Yeah, a little.”

She smiled. “Could be a hell of a lot worse. Get up there and lie down.”

With that, Logan carried me up the stairs all the way to the third floor, toward what seemed to be the master bedroom.

Logan carried me over to the big bed, setting me down. The covers were soft as silk, the mattress like laying on a cloud. The sensation was enough to bring me the first smile I’d had since the incident on the beach.

Once I was on the bed, Logan gave me a look over with careful eyes, as if wanting to make sure there were no other injuries that he might have missed. Despite all that was happening, I liked his eyes on my body.

“Stay there,” he said. “Be right back.”

He stepped away, heading into the ensuite bathroom.

He returned a moment later with a small medical kit.

“Wait,” I said, watching him kneel down and set the kit onto the bed. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I know a little bit of first aid. Had to learn it a while back.”

He didn’t go into any more detail than that, leaving me to wonder where he’d learned such skills and why.

Once more, he examined my ankle.

“How does that feel?”

“It hurts. But not too badly.”

“That’s a good sign. Now, what I want you to do is rotate your foot. Do it slowly.”

I nodded, obeying his command. Slowly, carefully, I began to rotate my foot. A dull ache radiated from the area, but I was able to do it.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“I mean, not great. But it’s not the worst pain in the world.”

“More good news. Now, I want you to try and put weight on it.”

I nodded, moving my butt slowly off the bed, putting my right foot onto the cool, smooth tile. Once that was done, I repeated the process with the injured left one. At first, it was OK, nothing too horrible. The more weight I put onto it, however, the more it hurt.

“Ow-ow-ow.”

Logan quickly raised my left foot off the ground, helping me back onto the bed.

“That’s bad,” I said. “Right?”

He shook his head, standing up. “I don’t think it’s broken. If it was, you wouldn’t be able to move it or tolerate any weight on it.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, doc?”

“You’ll need to stay off it for a few days and let it heal. We’ve got a set of crutches around here somewhere. I’ll have Pearl look for them.”

He sat down onto the bed next to me, my bare leg grazing against him and sending a thrill through me. His nearness was impossible not to notice. Despite what had just happened down on the beach, all I could think about was how good the heat radiating off of him felt.

“Your ankle’s one thing. How are you feeling otherwise?”

“I don’t know. Need some time to process it.”

“I’m sure. Important thing is that you’re safe.”

Logan placed his hand on my bare thigh. I wasn’t sure if he’d done it intentionally, or without thinking. Either way, his touch was enough to send a hot surge of arousal through my body. My pussy tingled, and I squirmed a bit where I sat.

He turned to me. “You alright?”

I wasn’t alright. In fact, I was so turned on that I could hardly think straight. Part of me wanted to tell him to take his hand off my thigh so I could compose myself. The other part of me, the greater part, wanted him to move his hand up farther.

“I think so. I’m just glad you’re here with me now.”

His hand began to move up my leg slowly, inch by inch, his rough palm impossibly sensual against my soft thigh. It wasn’t long before his hand was at my hip. With a sharp pull, he brought me toward him, turning me to face him.

Then he kissed me.

The sensation of his lips upon mine was more than enough to melt away the lingering anxiety from what had happened on the beach. His tongue found mine and I let out a soft moan. He squeezed my hip, handling me in that stern, commanding way that I couldn’t resist.

The kiss became deeper, our lips forming a tight seal together. My pussy grew wetter by the second, every part of me yearning for his touch and his warmth and his passion. His hand soon traveled from my hip to my inner thigh, my nipples hardening in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Logan inched up, up until he was right on the border of my bikini bottom. Once there, he pulled the tight fabric aside, exposing my pussy. He then touched me in the way I craved, spreading my lips and teasing my clit. His other hand stayed on my lower back, guiding me to lay down.

I fell onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as he rubbed my clit with his fingertip. I opened my eyes to watch him move onto the ground in front of the bed.

He flashed me a small smile as he moved onto the floor, wrapping his arms around my legs and pulling me toward him. Logan brought his lips to my inner thigh, kissing me slowly, letting me savor each press of his lips against my skin.

He moved closer and closer until he was at my center, the sensation enough to send waves of delight through my body. I gasped at the sensation of his mouth on me in that way, the pleasure something I hadn’t been prepared for.

He kissed me, his tongue doing the work on my clit that his finger had been performing only a few seconds ago. I breathed in and out, my chest rising and falling, my hips squirming as the delight built and built until I could take no more. I opened my mouth and let out a cry that filled the room as his tongue danced on my clit, his hands on my thighs.

The orgasm came and went, and when it was finished, Logan wasted no time rising. He reached forward and put his hands on my hips, flipping me over in a manner that was wonderfully aggressive, but not rough enough to hurt me.

Once I was on my belly, I turned around to watch as he disrobed, taking off his linen shorts and T-shirt, exposing his perfect, statuesque body. I paid special attention to his legs, which were thick and powerful as tree trunks.

“Take off your bikini.” It was that commanding tone again.

“You’re so bossy sometimes,” I replied with a grin.

“Take it off. Or I’ll take it off for you.”

I practically melted into a puddle of pure arousal at his words. I did as he commanded, slipping out of my bikini bottom and tossing it aside, followed by untying the string of my top and removing it. When I was totally bare, he pulled his black boxer briefs down his legs and threw them aside. His cock was solid and stiff.

He knelt behind me, wrapping his huge arm around my middle and pulling my ass up, his head grazing my lips. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached behind me, taking his cock and guiding it to my pussy, pressing my ass back against him until he was inside me.

Logan’s thickness stretched me out, filling me in exactly the way I wanted to be filled. Through the pleasure, I turned and watched as his cock vanished into me, his body moving closer to mine until he was buried deep.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He growled the words into my ear, making me moan again from the sensation of his hot breath against my skin.

I pushed my ass up, forcing him into me as deeply as he would go. Logan got the message, pulling back and driving into me firmly, another cry coming from my lungs as he entered again. He pulled back and entered again, then again, then again, my ass shaking from the collision of our bodies, the pleasure ripping through me.

He soon steadied into a slow, deep rhythm. I could hardly believe how good he felt, the richness of the pleasure he instilled in me. He was in total control.

The way Logan made love to me was the perfect blend of sensual and firm. It didn’t take long before another orgasm was on the verge. His thrusting grew faster until he released, his cock pulsing inside as my own orgasm exploded through me. My back arched, my limbs stiffening as I cried out, a hard grunt shooting from his mouth as his muscles tensed.

He poured into me, his warm seed shooting deep. I closed my eyes and savored it, not wanting to miss even a single sensation of how goddamn good this man made me feel.