The Marshal's Little Girl (5 page)

Tears sprang to Wilhelmina’s eyes. “I feel like such a fool, Miss Dupree. I believed in a man and now I find that he never cared. How stupid am I?”

“Yes, I know.” Celeste’s tone was gentle, motherly. “But you are
not
stupid, so hush. Gage told me about your uncle Simon. I know the kind of man he is. I know he trained you, not unlike I train my girls, except with you it’s supposed to be in service of one special man. I’m sorry he betrayed you, sugar.”

A tear slipped down Billy’s face. “Gage said he’s trying to have me killed.”

“Well, Gage isn’t going to let that happen,” she said. “And I can tell you something else, too. Gage would make a damn fine papa, if you let him.”

But Billy shook her head. “He doesn’t want a woman like me,” she said miserably. “He thinks I’m a whore.”

“Oh, no…” Celeste took the younger woman’s face between her hands. “No, he doesn’t. He is very protective of you. He just didn’t understand your background the way I do, but I explained it. And let me tell you, he’d be the best papa a girl like you could possibly have. He’ll keep you safe from that awful man who’s trying to hunt you down. And let me tell you something else. You two need each other. But you two also need to be careful, Billy. Those men are looking for a marshal and a sophisticated young lady, or a young boy. But when I get through with you, anybody who runs across you two is going to see something else entirely.”

“What do you mean?” Billy asked.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Billy was staring at an image of herself she’d only seen in Simon’s private chambers. It had been a long time since she’d donned a little girl’s outfit, and Celeste had given her several beautiful ones from a stash of costumes she kept for her girls to wear for clients who liked the girls to dress like little girls. This frock was blue satin, and came to just above her ankles. It was tied high under her breasts with a cream satin sash, and had a ridiculously large bow at the back. Her legs were clad in stockings, and she wore kid leather slippers. Her hair was tied into two ponytails fashioned high on the sides of her head. With her juvenile dress and diminutive size, Wilhelmina James now looked for all the world like a schoolgirl.

Celeste nodded approvingly as she looked at the transformed young woman. “Perfect. Now you wait here. Someone will be up to get you shortly.”

Billy got another surprise when she was taken back down and saw that Gage had also been transformed. Gone were the duster, boots, and jingly spurs. The man before her wore a linen shirt, vest, day coat, and trousers. He wore a new cowboy hat in a shade of brown that matched his coat, and a silver watch fob was tucked into the pocket of his vest. His hair was combed, but she was relieved to see that his face still retained the handsome stubble. Her heart quickened a little.

“From marshal and fugitive lad to gentleman rancher and his little one.” Celeste led Billy over to Gage. “Wilhelmina, say hello to your new papa.” The observant madam looked from the now-shy young woman to the handsome marshal. “You know,” she said. “Wilhelmina is such a grownup name. I think from now on, he should just think of you as his Little Billy. What do you think of that, Gage?”

“I think that’s a fine idea,” he answered quietly. “From now on, to me, she’s Billy.”

Wilhelmina slowly raised her eyes to his. She could tell by the expression that he approved of her outfit. In fact, his gaze was as hungry as he looked at her as when he’d broken in to the shack and fucked her over the table. Could this man really be her new papa? It was not in her nature to bring up the proposition. As a submissive, she wanted to hear it from him.

Chapter Eight

Gage had to admit it was the perfect plan. But even if they’d not needed to travel incognito, he immediately recognized that the childish dress only increased Billy’s appeal. While Billy had waited, Celeste had come back downstairs to help him find more suitable clothes, and after she’d given him the new things to wear, she’d filled him in further about the kind of care a girl like Billy required.

With each passing moment of the conversation, Gage found himself not only more accepting of Billy’s needs, but eager to fulfill them. As Celeste had observed, he liked to play rough with the girls at her place. But in his heart, he’d always wanted something more. Sometimes he’d worried that something was wrong with him. Sure, he enjoyed the company of women who liked to be spanked in bed. But he’d always figured finding a woman who
needed
that kind of dominance on a day-to-day basis just wasn’t in the cards. To find himself now paired by a twist of fate with a woman who matched his personal and sexual needs seemed an incredible sort of fortune. If it weren’t for the dangerous circumstances, he could have fully rejoiced.

“You’ll want to stay here tonight,” Celeste said. “It’s safe and nobody knows you’re here. It’ll give you time to plan your trip, and whatever else you need to sort out.” She smiled knowingly and had a girl show them to a room at the top of the stairs.

It was a large bedroom, removed from the rest of the house to afford the marshal and his pretty prisoner some privacy. The space was dominated by a large four-poster bed, and against the left wall was a mahogany wardrobe. A small room off to the side held a claw-foot bathtub with running water—a relatively unheard of amenity in the region.

Gage ushered Billy in and shut the door behind them. He watched her walk past him, his eyes fixed on the large bow at the back of her tiny waist. She moved around the room, trailing her fingers along the dark carved posts of the bed, the surface of the armoire. Finally she turned to Gage.

“Miss Dupree said she talked to you about me.”

Gage, who’d also talked to Celeste, knew what he had to do. There was a chair in front of the marble fireplace. He sat down. “Come here, Billy.”

Her steps were hesitant as she walked over. Gage noted her posture. Her eyes were lowered and her hands were clasped at the front. She looked meek, submissive. He felt his cock stiffen as she raised her innocent, trusting eyes to his. Gage reached for her hands.

“You know we’re going to be traveling as a businessman and his little girl, right?”

She nodded.

“But I want this to be more than a front.” He looked into her eyes. “I know you were done wrong by your uncle Simon. I’m not like him. And I know we’ve only had a couple of short, intense encounters, but I’m a man who figures out pretty quickly what he wants. And I want you, Billy. I want to replace the man who did you wrong. I want to rebuild your trust.” He paused. “I want to be your papa.”

She looked away, taking a ragged breath. “I’d like that,” she said. “But it’s not so easy to trust. I can be independent. And I can think on my feet. I can function as an adult. That little girl inside me? That’s who I am, or who I want to be. I felt with you what I felt with Simon—that need for control. And it was different with you. It was more… real. But still, I’m afraid to let myself go. What if…?” Her voice trailed off.

“What if I turn out to be like Simon?” He shook his head. “He’s a criminal, Billy. I’m a good guy. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I don’t think I can…”

“What if I don’t give you a choice?”

She looked at him again, and he could see a mixture of fear and excitement at his words.

“Not only do I
want
to be your papa,” he continued. “I’m
going
to be your papa, whether you want it or not. Because you’re my responsibility now, and it’s my job to take care of you. You’re special, little girl, and I’m not going to let you go. But because I need you to understand that this is how it’s going to be, I’m going to spank you now.”

“Spank me? But why?” She didn’t say no, but she looked stricken.

“To show you I can,” he said quietly. “To show you that all of this is out of your hands now, to show you what’s going to happen if you disobey me out there, out on the road. It’s going to be dangerous, and I’m going to need you to obey me completely, to be a good little girl.”

“You don’t have to spank me,” she said. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Oh, you’ll be good, all right,” he said. “I’m going to see to it.”

She still struggled, but some of the wind had gone out of her resistance. There was no cursing, only soft whimpers as Gage positioned Billy over his lap and secured his grip on her. He lifted her skirts, to find sheer pantalets underneath. Her whimpering grew more frantic as he lowered the flimsy undergarment. Even though she knew that the spanking would hurt her just as much with them on, the symbolism of removing the one barrier between his bare hand and her bare bottom was necessary to show her he could do what he wanted, when he wanted.

Billy blushed deeply as she imagine the picture she presented—her fully exposed bottom framed as it was by the lacy hem of her dress and the bunched drawers above her stockings. She could feel his cock nudge her from underneath even as he raised his hand and brought it down to christen her bottom with the first blow under their new arrangement.

Even though she’d been spanked many times, Billy still cried easily from just having her bottom smacked. She writhed now across Gage’s lap, to the extent that she could. And if her physical resistance was lacking, her inner resistance was much stronger. And now it kicked in to do battle with her deepest, darkest desires.

No!

She told herself as good as it felt to be under his control, as attracted as she was to Gage’s dominance, as much as she wanted to believe that he was the kind of man he said he was, the idea of being cast aside again could not be an option. She had survived on her own quite well. She’d behaved confidently in adult society, navigating business and travel, and knew she could survive if she had to. But as her bottom burned and Gage began to lecture, she could feel her resolve slipping with each word.

She began to struggle, her trust issues fueling this last attempt at resistance. But she already knew that he wasn’t about to let her win.

“I will protect you, Billy…”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I’m going to tell you when to get up, when to go to bed, what to wear, and when to bend over for a spanking or a good fuck…”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I’m going to fill that hot little pussy and that sweet mouth and that ass with my cock whenever and wherever I feel like it!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“And I’m going to make the sonofabitch who hurt you pay! Because nobody hurts my little girl!”

That was all it took. She could feel the orgasm that had been building in spite of the pain ripple through her, the moisture now coating the hand that had dropped between her legs. Two long fingers slipped past the slick folds of her labia and began to pump themselves in and out of her pussy, the clenching walls of her pussy reflecting her own inner desperation.

“That’s my good girl,” Gage said, his voice husky with need. His fingers continued to pump her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. “Who’s your papa?”

“Ohhhh…”

His hand crashed down hard on her bare bottom. “Answer me, Billy. Or I’ll pick up that slipper and blister your ass again. Who’s your papa?”

“Please…”

She cried with disappointment when he withdrew his finger and leaned down to pick up the slipper that had fallen from her foot. It was worse than his hand, the bite of the leather excruciating on her already sore bottom.

“It hurts! It hurts! Please!”

But he wouldn’t stop, and Billy realized that he was right. She had no choice. He was treating her like the little girl he’d decided to make her, and a dam of emotion burst inside her.

“Who’s your papa, Billy?” The question demanded an answer.

“You are! You are! Please… Please, papa… stop! No more, papa! Please!”

Her acceptance stayed his hand, and she sought to catch her breath as his calloused palm roamed the inflamed skin of her perfect, upturned nates.

“That’s my good girl,” he was saying. “But you need something to remind you throughout the day of who you belong to.”

Celeste had given him a small box, and it was just now that Billy noticed it as Gage removed it from the side table. She was still face down, but she could feel him place the box on her back. She looked back to see Gage remove a smooth glass plug from the cushioned lining and dip it into a jar of lubricant he’d opened.

She’d been plugged before, by Simon, and it had always been a frightening experience. But the idea of Gage claiming her ass with his first plugging caused her pussy to clench in expectation. Billy winced as he spread her tender cheeks with his fingers. She could only imagine what he must be seeing, her engorged pussy dripping just under the puckered hole. She could feel him pressing it with his finger, testing the soft, crinkly portal, gauging the resistance of the tight ring of muscle she would have to relax to allow insertion of the plug.

It was the fear of the unknown that frightened her now. He was taking his time; she could
feel
his gaze, and knew by the swell of his cock insistently pressing into her midsection that once she was plugged, more would come. Would he command that she suck his cock and swallow his seed? Or would he fill her pussy as he was about to fill her ass?

He was pushing the tip of the plug against the pucker of her anus now. She relaxed her hips, submitted, wanting to show him that she was a good girl, such a good girl. Billy hissed a little as the burn of the insertion increased. The tip of the plug was narrow, but widened near the base before narrowing again. Once fully seated, the flange remained visible so her papa could remove the plug. But when would that be?

“You’ll wear that until I take it out.” He answered her unasked question as he tipped her to her feet. “And now, my little sweetie, I’m going to take that tight little pussy.”

That was the answer to her second question, and she was all but dripping with desire as he led her to the bed and bent her over.

“Ooooohhhhh…” He was filling her so full, so full. The presence of the plug served to push Gage’s cock downward, increasing the friction on that sensitive spot on the inner front wall of her pussy. The sensation drove her wild, and as Gage began to pound her, she screamed in ecstasy and pushed her slim hips back to meet his near-violent thrusts.