The Marshal's Little Girl (6 page)

She wasn’t just being fucked. She was being claimed by this man, body and soul—this lawman she barely knew—and her mind and body were reveling in it. She realized what she’d had with Simon had never been secure, and that he’d kept her a little girl just for himself, and not for her. With Gage, she could be a little one in a safe place. In fact, she didn’t have any choice but to trust and obey him.

With that thought in mind, Billy came, the rippling walls of her pussy milking Gage’s cock until he could hold back no longer. Spurts of hot cum coated the walls of her passage in amounts that slipped back and out and mingled with her juices to run down her thighs.

Afterwards, Gage turned his spent little one around and helped her to stand. With unbelievable gentleness, he removed her wrinkled dress and bent to peel off the stockings left sticky from the cum that had trailed down her legs. Billy wound her arms around his neck as Gage carried her to the small bathroom and ran a bath. Celeste had bath oil and exotic soaps and Billy lay back, looking lovingly up at Gage as he washed her. When he reached between her legs, she winced a little and he smiled. Her pussy was sore. Good. He planned to keep it that way until she automatically thought of her body as his.

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was already halfway there.

Chapter Nine

“I’m going to be sorry to see you go.” Celeste fanned herself in the heat as she stood outside the stagecoach with Gage. A woman already seated inside smiled as she moved over for the pretty blond schoolgirl being ushered inside by the man she undoubtedly assumed was her guardian.

“What a lovely thing you are, dearie,” she said, and Gage smiled, encouraged that their charade was so easily accepted. He turned back to Celeste.

“Thank you for everything,” he said.

“Now wait,” she said. “I’m not finished helping out.” She handed him a slip of paper. “This is the address of a good friend of mine. His name is Roman Adler, and he’s a doctor who owes me a favor. You two have something in common; he also has a little one, and can attend to any special needs your little Billy may have. In fact, Gage, sometimes these submissive partners can have very special requirements.” She leaned in closer so as not to be overheard by Billy. “Dr. Adler has told me that given the sensitive nature of these women, they are often prone to fits of melancholy and digestive issues. I’m sure he’d be happy to get you set up on a medication regimen, for preventive purposes. And I believe it would do you both good to meet another couple who lives as you two plan to live.” She smiled into her friend’s eyes. “I am so very happy to know that you’ve finally found someone. Although, I have to say, I have some very unhappy girls back at the house. They’re going to miss you.”

Gage chuckled. “Well, tell them I said thanks for all the good times.”

Celeste winked at him. “You take care of yourself, marshal.”

He tipped his hat to Celeste and boarded the coach, settling in next to Billy. His little Billy. It still pleased him to use such an ironic name for this bundle of sweet femininity, but he felt as if her new name and new look helped brand her as his. Gage was surprised at the possessiveness she brought out in him, as well as the overwhelming need to protect and guide her.

The idea that there was someone out there who wanted to kill her for what she knew filled him with a quiet rage. He’d seen a strong-willed, resourceful side of this young woman that indicated she knew how to take care of herself. That she would give herself completely into the care of another took not just sweet sacrifice, but a certain strength. He knew the things he did to Billy brought pleasure, but also pain, and she trusted him to decide what she felt, and when. It was an enormous responsibility, being her lover and her papa. The idea that someone else had been given that responsibility only to betray her was beyond contempt.

“How long to Springdale?” Her head was resting against his arm as she asked the question.

Gage pulled out the watch in his vest pocket and clicked it open, reading the face.

“Half a day. Maybe more. There are a couple of stops along the way to change horses. We’ll have a chance to stretch our legs and get a bite to eat.” He paused. “You look mighty pretty in your dress, Billy.”

She looked up at him adoringly. “Thanks, papa.”

Papa. She’d called him papa. Across from him, the older woman smiled, completely misinterpreting the relationship. To her, ‘papa’ meant father. To Gage, it meant being the protective dominant lover of a woman who’d trusted herself to him, body and soul—a woman who looked to him for all her needs.

He shifted in his seat and carefully positioned his coat over the growing bulge in his crotch as he dropped a kiss on top of Billy’s bonneted head, then turned his attention to the window. The vastness of the prairie spread all around him. He rarely traveled by stagecoach; the things made him nervous in open country like this. So much could go wrong—Indians, bandits. At least the lookout driver could see them coming. And Gage prided himself on being a crack shot as well. He reached to his hip to put his hand reassuringly on the pistol grip.

It was late in the day when the stage pulled into the small town of Whittington. The horses had stopped twice for water at small way stations but could go no further. Gage helped the older woman disembark from the stage to be greeted by her happy daughter and two small children. He then turned to help Billy down. She’d fallen asleep against him on the stage, lulled by its rocking motion, and now looked much more alert.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“Famished.”

His eyes scanned the small town. There weren’t many buildings—a small mercantile, a saloon, one boardinghouse, a telegraph office, a rickety stable. He took note of the people milling around, looking for anyone who may have been watching the stage. The townspeople scurried about, traversing the road from one building to the other. Small holdings dotted the landscape beyond the buildings, mostly farms. They were still too far from the mountains for miners to be about.
Good,
Gage thought. Miners were prone to drinking and brawling after a bad day of panning. Farmers were generally sober, unless there was a drought or a hailstorm. And that suited Gage just find. The last thing he wanted was something else to worry about.

The saloon crowd was relatively sedate for so late in the day. There were raised eyebrows when folks saw a well-dressed cowboy walk in with what they assumed was his teen daughter. But this was the only place in town to get a drink and some food, and Gage wasn’t about to leave Billy outside unattended. He seated her at table and took the chair across from her. A woman came over wearing a tight black corset fringed in yellowing lace. Her huge, pillowy breasts bulged over the top, jiggling when she walked. Her frizzy hair, nearly the same washed-out color as the lace, was piled high on her head. She put a booted foot up on the chair between Gage and Billy, fixing her eyes on the handsome cowboy.

“What’ll it be, stranger?”

“Cold beer for me,” he said. “Sarsaparilla for the little lady. What you got to eat?”

“Fatback and cornbread,” she said. “Peas, too, if you want ‘em. And, uh…if you fancy some dessert…” She let her knee fall to the side. She wasn’t wearing undergarments. “…I can deliver that later.”

“Just the drinks and two plates of food,” he said, ignoring the suggestive comment and the tired-looking pussy between the flabby thighs. The woman dragged her foot off the chair and stomped off.

“She likes you,” Billy observed wryly.

Gage snorted. “I think she’d like anything that came in here with a cock.”

Billy giggled and then grew serious. “A man like you could have her or anyone else. Why me, Gage? Why me with all the problems I come with?”

He leaned over. “Because I can fuck any woman I want. But not just any woman needs me to take care of her, not like I’m going to take care of you. And if you doubt yourself again, I’m going to blister that little ass until it’s as red as that sunset outside. Got it?”

“Yes,” she answered quietly, submissively lowering her gaze.

The food and drinks came, this time without a side of suggestive offers. For such simple fare, it was surprisingly good. After they finished, Gage paid and left a few extra coins for the flirtatious server, who obviously worked more than one job in the town. Then he and Billy went to the mercantile, where he picked up a newspaper for himself and some peppermints for her. As he was heading to the counter, he saw Billy admiring a doll sitting by the window. He walked over.

“She looks like you,” he said.

“A little bit.” The doll was cloth, but the embroidered features were elegantly stitched. It wore a blue dress and bonnet that did, indeed, nearly match her own. “I’m too big for dolls, though,” she said, and her voice was almost sad.

“No, you’re not.” He picked up the doll. “Do you want her?” She looked up at him and he could see unspoken longing in her eyes. He picked up the doll. “Billy,” he said. “You need to learn to ask for what you want. Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” she said. “I guess I just feel…” She looked down, and he put a finger under her chin and tipped it up.

“Undeserving?” he asked.

Her nod was barely perceptible.

“Listen,” he said quietly, looking into her eyes. “If I give you something, it’s because you deserve it, whether it’s a whippin’ or a treat.” He smiled. “I happen to think you’ve been such a good girl on this trip, and so polite in front of that rude lady at the saloon, that you’ve earned yourself this here traveling companion. All right?”

Now she was smiling, too. “Yes, papa. Thank you, papa.”

There it was again. The word that thrilled him for reasons he couldn’t even explain. Gage paid for the doll.

Outside a fresh team had been hooked to the stagecoach. To Gage’s relief, they were the only passengers for the final leg of the journey to their next stop, the train station. Gage watched Billy as she sat on the seat opposite him, playing with her doll. Once in a while the stage would bounce, and she would shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“Do you need me to take it out?”

She knew what he was referring to. He’d given her a short break from the plug that morning, reinserting it before they’d left, but now it was making the ride difficult. She nodded her head, and Gage uncrossed his legs and patted his lap.

“Over.”

She looked around nervously. “Here?”

“No one can see,” he said.

“But…”

“Are you arguing with me, little one?”

“No, papa.” She stood and carefully took a step toward him. Gage laid her across his lap and flipped her skirts up.

“I love this little ass of yours,” he said as his large hand roamed her quivering cheeks. “I can’t wait until we’re settled into a nice room and I can stick my cock here…” He twisted the flange of the plug. “And put my tongue here.” He dipped his finger down and strummed her clit. She moaned and then whimpered as he withdrew the plug and dropped it in his coat pocket.

“But you don’t need to be filled with a plug to remember you’re mine. Sometimes filling that little mouth works just as well.” He slid her from his lap and looked down into her trusting eyes. “Would you like to thank me properly for your doll?”

“Yes,” she said, and moved her hands to push aside the coat from over his lap. Her touch was deft as she undid his trousers. She took him into her sweet little mouth, pulling at the base of his shaft as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue lathing the soft skin ridged with veins. He was so hard, and he held her gently by either side of the head as he pushed himself in, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He could feel the exhalation of air from her nose as it skimmed his curly pubic hairs. She didn’t resist, but relaxed her throat and breathed deeply as she deep-throated him, drawing her head back with tantalizing slowness before bringing it down again. Gage was fascinated as he watched his length disappear into her mouth. Her skill, juxtaposed against the complete innocence of her eyes from beneath her bonnet, her childish dress, her contented little noises… he could feel the tingling sensation that told him he was about to come.

“This time, don’t swallow right away,” he said, his words coming between raspy breaths. “This time, I want you to show me…”

The pulses began then as he shot spurts of cum into her mouth. He stood a little as he did, tilting Billy’s head slightly back.

“Open,” he said hoarsely, as his cock slipped from between her lips. Billy obeyed, and the sight was so erotic that for a moment he thought he could come again just from what he was looking at. Her eyes were fixed on his, adoringly. From between her parted lips he could see the pool of cum filling her mouth.

“You may swallow,” he said, and she closed her mouth, taking his seed down in one gulp.

“Thank you,” she said, daintily wiping the corner of her mouth.

Damn,
Gage thought.
She’s the sweetest thing.

Chapter Ten

“It’s such a grand house,” Wilhelmina said as she stared up at the sprawling Victorian manor.

“The owner is a friend of Miss Dupree’s,” Gage told her. “He’s expecting us.”

There had been a telegram waiting for Gage when they’d arrived at the train station. Dr. Adler had invited them to stay and had even sent a taxi to retrieve them. Situated just outside of town, the impressive house sat on a hilltop, dominating the landscape.

A rather severe-looking woman answered the door. She wore a long black dress and had a white cap on her head. Her posture was ramrod straight, and she was nearly as tall as Gage.

“Are you here for an appointment?” she asked after a moment of silent observation.

“Uh, actually, we are here at the invitation of Dr. Adler. I’m Gage Chandler and this is my…”

“Your little,” the woman said. She turned on her heel. “Yes, he’s expecting you. This way.”

Billy slipped her small hand into Gage’s larger one as they walked through the massive mahogany paneled foyer and down a hallway. She suddenly felt very small, and the large woman who’d answered the door intimidated her for reasons she couldn’t quite understand.