I dipped my finger in it and pushed it back inside him.
“You keep it all, now,” I whispered.“Clench that fine ass and keep my spend inside you.”
Oscar whimpered.He’d collapsed onto the sheets when we’d spent.His ass was still pink from the cropping, and he looked so debauched and pretty I couldn’t take it.I unbuckled the spreader bar and tossed it aside.Then I cozied in beside him on the bed.
“I love you, my good boy.I’m glad I can fuck you properly, now.”
“Me, too.God, you treat me so good.”
“You mean, so bad?”I joked.“I do like to tease you, so—then be rough with you.You sure you like that?”
He turned his head to throw me a dreamy, dazed look.
“You even gotta ask that?”he said, in a fucked-out voice.“You’re my strict daddy, and I love you so much.”He grinned.“You know I’m the one in charge, really.Don’t ya?”
I smiled wider.“Oh, I do know that…ever since we met.”
He grinned and kissed me sweetly, then pulled back so he could meet my gaze.“We’re only playin’ games.Because ’tis fun and naughty and I like it—and so do you.”
“That’s a fact,” I said.“I only wonder sometimes why we like that…”
“Does it matter?Who the fuck cares?We ain’t hurtin’ nobody.”
I nodded.“True.You’re right.”
“Yes, I am.And I don’t want you frettin’ about it, because ’tis only bedroom games, and it don’t matter.”He sounded so sure of himself, and I had to admit he was right.“And, anyway, I like it, and you know you’ll give me anythin’ I want.Right, Jimmy?”
I knew that was true.
“I can’t help myself.You got me good.Right where you want me.”
“And don’t you ever forget it.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ice Cream
The following week, Miss June, Trick, Oscar and I rode back to Cal’s place.It made sense for us to go in a group, but we’d decided that Cal was most likely to confide in Miss June—and only if they had some privacy.
So, if it turned out that Cal’s husband was still ‘away’, as we expected, Miss June would stay at the house with Cal, and Trick and Oscar and I would take the older children into the village, to see about some new clothes.
When we arrived at their place, the situation was the same as before.Caliope assured us again that Mr.Webster would return sometime soon, but we had our doubts.Trick asked if we could take the children into Agnes Hill and do some shopping, and Caliope gave us leave without any trouble.I reckoned she was glad to have a break, although we had to leave Sam, as he was too young to be taken on horseback, and anyway, none of us wanted to be in charge of such a young child.
Lizzie, of course, wanted to ride on ‘Onis’, so Oscar lifted her up in front of him, while Peter rode behind me on Dixie.Oscar and Lizzie made a pretty picture, and I exchanged warm glances with my husband as we rode to town on this mild summer day.In another strange universe, perhaps we could have had a little girl of our own to raise, but this was enough, and I enjoyed seeing him taking good care of the child.
Lizzie and Peter seemed thrilled to get away from the farm for a ride into town, and no doubt they looked forward to the acquisition of some better clothing.Miss June had provided enough money from the coffers of The Angel to get a new set of things for each of them, including shoes and boots.She said she was glad to do it and valued giving back some of her earnings to folks who needed help.
When we got to Agnes Hill, the first thing we did was stop for a bite to eat.I had no idea if the children had had any breakfast.From the way they scarfed down the milk and biscuits Trick bought at the roadside stand, I figured they hadn’t.
Once they were done, we went shopping for clothes.Oscar and Trick went with Lizzie, and I took Peter to get some decent pants and shirts.
By the time we were finished, Peter had two new sets of trousers and shirts, a pair of boots and good shoes, and a nice hat that looked like mine and would keep the sun off.Lizzie had two new dresses—a fancy one and a plain one—new shoes, and a pretty straw hat.She’d also talked Oscar into getting her a soft cloth puppy dog that she’d seen in a shop window.
I swear, my young husband had the most generous heart this side of Saskatchewan.’Twas probably a good thing we couldn’t have a little one of our own, or we’d be plumb broke by the time it turned two.Between me indulging Oscar’s wants and Oscar indulging the child, there wouldn’t have been any money left!
But the way Lizzie held that little toy dog to her chest was enough to make me sigh with the tiniest bit of regret that there’d be no little ‘uns runnin’ through our house.
We decided to give the children one more treat before heading back and stopped at the general store for some ice cream.
