Erik

It didn’t feel real to be back in Yellowstone.

That terrible night three years ago, all I wanted was to get Willow to safety. Even with a few more camping trips under our belt, I wasn’t sure when I’d be ready to return to the park where everything changed for us. It took the help of a damn good therapist to convince me that the problem wasn’t the place or even the men who attacked us. It was the helplessness I felt watching those bastards abuse my daughter. My mind couldn’t get past the fact that I’d let it happen, even though I knew realistically there was nothing I could’ve done differently. I remained haunted by the guilt long after I’d killed the men responsible for hurting the person I loved.

But I knew I had to work through my trauma for Willow, otherwise we’d never move past it. Now, walking the same trail that she and I had hiked for years before the incident, I found myself feeling surprisingly calm.

It felt good to be back among the familiar sights. Waterfalls and hot springs and miles of grassy fields flecked with bison. The unchanged rock formations held within them a sense of reassuring familiarity.

But the best part, hands down, was seeing Willow excited about our return.

We decided to skip Mr. Bubbles for today, since we’d be spending three nights at the fire tower, giving us plenty of time to take a quick dip in the hot spring. Instead, we headed straight for our accommodations. As we emerged from the shady forest into the sunny, well-kept clearing, we paused to take in the sight of the refurbished tower.

The National Park Service had done a great job sprucing up the place. From the ground, I could see where they’d reinforced the stairs and replaced the railing. None of the windows on this side appeared cracked, and the walls looked like they’d been re-sided with fresh wood.

I caught Willow’s gaze drifting to the spot on the ground where Duke’s corpse had landed. Even though she didn’t regret pushing him off the tower in self-defense, it was still a distressing thing to have to do. I pulled her against my side and squeezed her shoulder.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Just got lost in thought for a second.”

I kissed the side of her head, knowing she’d roll her eyes for the millionth time if I told her I was proud of her. She’d come so far from the traumatized survivor who couldn’t sleep alone. Now she chose to sleep with me because she wanted us to share a bed, not because it was the only way she could relax. Even Willow’s therapist admitted that this was progress. We decided to be completely upfront with both of our therapists about our relationship and have attended a few couples’ counseling appointments together.

“Should we head up?” Willow asked.

“In a minute. I need to get you ready first.”

“Ready for what?” she asked, her smile turning flirtatious.

Heat surged through my body, all the way to my cock, as I thought about all the things I intended to do to her in and around this tower, knowing she’d gladly take it all and then some. Willow gasped as I moved behind her and then reached around to cup her breasts through her sports bra.

“You need to be warmed up so you can handle all those stairs. Otherwise you might not make it all the way to the top.” I slid my hand down her stomach and into the waistband of her shorts; she was already dripping for me.

“What happens at the top?” She whimpered as I drew small, delicate circles over her clit.

I bit the shell of her ear and then whispered, “Whatever I want.”

Willow pressed her back to my chest as I fingered her clit right there in the middle of the clearing with the sun shining on our faces. As soon as I felt her hips start to rock, I pulled my hand back. She whined softly.

“Leave your bag on the ground,” I said. “I don’t want anything weighing you down.”

Fully aware of the game, she stepped away from me. I shouldered her bag and held my breath, waiting for the perfect moment. It was important that I timed this right. Too soon, and I’d end the game before it started. Too late, and she’d miss out on the thrill of me breathing on her heels.

She ran toward the tower, knowing I would follow. I waited until she’d cleared the first flight of stairs and then took off after her. Climbing the steps one at a time, I drew out the chase for as long as possible, my pulse hammering in my ears. When I caught up to her, she’d just barely finished fiddling with the combination lock on the hatch.

“Where do you think you’re going, little girl?” I growled.

Willow threw the hatch open and then yelped as I hooked my fingers into the back of her shorts. “Please, Dad. Let me go.”

“I don’t think so. You thought you could run away from me, but we both know who you belong to.”

She twisted, working her shorts and panties down her legs as she scrambled up the last few steps. I stretched out her clothes so she could wriggle free without having to remove her hiking boots. The sight of her bare ass and pussy made my cock twitch. I was ready to fuck her right there on the steps, but I vowed to be patient. There’d be plenty of time for that later. First, I wanted to have her in the cabin.

I let her escape onto the platform and then waited a few seconds before I followed her up. She’d already made it inside the cabin when I reached the door. I entered the small open space, barely aware of the improvements—new windows, a small oven in the corner, a new metal storage cabinet, and two twin-sized beds.

Willow stood in the middle of the room with her hands covering her pussy.

I threw our bags onto one of the beds and slammed the door shut.

“Please…” Her voice trembled. God, she was so fucking good at this. “I’m sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be.” I pounced, hooking my arm around her waist and taking her down onto the other bed with me. She squirmed beneath me, trying to get away, but I held her fast. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back sharply. “You made a mistake running up here, baby girl. Now I’ve got you all to myself. No one will save you. I can do anything I want with you.”

“No, please. I’m sorry, Dad. I swear I’ll be good from now on.” She whined as I pulled her sports bra off and then squeezed her breasts together.

“I’m sure you will be, Willow.” I brushed my thumbs across her nipples. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

She hesitated for a second before parting her lips. Goddamn, she looked beautiful, red-cheeked and open-mouthed with her red hair splayed around her head like a halo. I kissed her hard, shoving my tongue between her lips so I could taste her. I could tell she was trying not to respond with too much enthusiasm, but she couldn’t help arching her back as I teased her nipples. I bit her bottom lip and let it slide out from between my teeth as I rose, shifting onto my knees.

“Take out my cock,” I demanded.

Willow’s small fingers quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. She reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock, already hard as steel.

“Open your mouth.”

She didn’t hesitate, opening wide and taking as much of my cock as she could fit in her mouth while gazing up at me through auburn eyelashes.

Fuck, my baby was so obedient. It was the biggest turn-on in the world.

Her lips stretched around my shaft. I couldn’t stop staring at her as she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down. She was gorgeous. I grasped a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth as she sucked me faster. She didn’t resist, letting me take my pleasure in every way I wanted.

But I wasn’t going to waste my load on her throat. I wanted to come inside her.

Pulling back, I repositioned her onto her hands and knees. I slid my hand down over her ass and between her legs, where I found her soaking. She was so eager for my cock, so slick for me.

“You tried to run away from me,” I said, still in character. “But your pussy doesn’t lie. You’re Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you? You ran because you wanted me to chase you.”

“No, Dad, don’t.” She moaned as I thrust two fingers inside her tight passage. Even as she begged me to stop, she couldn’t resist pushing her hips back toward me.

 “Just look at you, baby. So desperate for my fat cock.” I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you good and ready to take me.”

“Please, no… Daddy.” These days, she only called me Daddy when we were flirting or fucking, and it never failed to drive me crazy.

 I bent over her body to nip at her back and waist. She moaned as I ran my tongue along her spine. I felt her core clench around my fingers, noticed her legs trembling. She was close.

I pulled away.

“Oh god,” she groaned. “Please.”

“What did I tell you?” I ground my cock against her ass. “You’re so fucking desperate for me, it’s shameful.”

She shuddered, and I knew that my words were turning her on even more. I squeezed her hips and flipped her over, onto her back. She fought to keep her legs together as I worked to pry them apart.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to like this part.” Pressing her knees to the mattress, I licked up her wet center.

Willow gasped and whimpered. “No, not that… Don’t do that.”

I feasted on her, swirling my tongue around her clit and then dipping it inside her. She rocked her hips, spurring me on.

“It’s okay to like it, Willow. You don’t have to pretend you don’t want it.” I sucked her clit just hard enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain.

The sounds she made had my cock pulsing so hard and often, I swore I could feel my heart beating in my shaft. I needed to be inside her. Sliding a finger into her pussy, I focused on licking her clit. She squeezed my head with her thighs, crying out for me. She was right there, ready to blow.

I drew back again. It was a lot harder this time because I genuinely loved to lick her as she came, but I also knew that she loved being edged like this, because it made the orgasm that I’d eventually give her that much stronger. But my little girl was also impatient. She groaned and pounded her fists against the mattress.

“Just admit that you want it,” I said, pulling off my shirt and loving the way her gaze skimmed over my chest with clear admiration. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Kneeling between her legs, I glided the head of my cock through her wetness without pushing inside. She bit her lip as tears leaked down her temples.

“Dad, please. Don’t make me say it.”

I placed my hand around her throat and squeezed, not hard enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to slow the flow of blood and make breathing a little more difficult.

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you,” I growled.

Willow’s eyes widened as I drove my cock into her, forcing her to take every inch in a single thrust. She made a small, strangled sound of pleasure, unable to do more with my hand around her throat. Rocking my hips back, I withdrew almost to the tip before I rammed my cock home.

“You feel so fucking good, Willow.” I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth to let her taste herself.

I fucked her long and hard, eventually letting go of her throat because I wanted to hear her moan. She looked wild, like she belonged in the forest with the other untamed creatures. She was perfect.

Willow whimpered as I pulled out of her and sat back against the window frame. “Get on my lap. You’re going to ride me just like you did the first time we came together. You were a slut for Daddy’s cock even then, weren’t you?”

The glass felt warm on my shoulder blades. I studied Willow’s beautiful face in the sunlight as she climbed onto my lap. My hands immediately went to her hips as she grasped onto my shoulders. I bounced her up and down on my cock, admiring her pretty, little tits. My balls tightened. I was about to lose it completely.

“Say it, Willow,” I hissed. “Admit that you want my cock.”

I squeezed and then slapped her ass. I wasn’t sure if it was the spanking or the dirty talk that sent her over the edge, but she came hard.

“Fuck, I want it, Dad. I love it when you fuck me.”

Willow ground against my pelvis as her muscles clenched around my cock. It felt so good, I couldn’t hold myself back even if I wanted to. I came inside her, painting her insides with my release as we clung to each other.

I held her like that until our heartbeats evened out, thinking about how damn lucky I was that she was mine. That she always had been, even before I knew it, and she always would be.