Thread: Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

Hiram awaited his daughters arrival patiently, knowing that she would be prompt with her arrival, exactly how she always was. He was truly blessed to have such a lovely and obedient daughter, one who was so talented musically, gifted academically, and pleasing behind closed doors, always willing to do what her dear Papa asked of her. Much like her mother, to whom she bore a striking resemblance, Eliza Lafayette had been the idea wife, the very woman of Hirams dreams. He had lost his dearly beloved, but he still had his daughter, and he had taken great strides to ensure her loyalty to him. He bought her expensive trinkets, indulging in her love of music by purchasing sheet music and instruments for her to tinker with, even treating her to evenings in the nearby bustling city of Cheyenne. I am merely preparing you for your duties as a wife, my dear, he always said to excuse his actions, and in part, perhaps it was true. The success to any good marriage was to keep the man happy, both in bed and in the kitchen, at least in his opinion, and he liked to think that he was doing his part in preparing her for pleasing some lucky lad someday. Any lad except that goddamned John Clanton , he remarked silently as he set to work unbuttoning his vest. He had seen the way Summer looked at him, the way she gazed out the window of the house when Clanton worked in the field, the way her breathing hitched when he pulled his shirt off to relieve some of the stifling heat from his skin. Hiram would have to be a fool to not know what was going on, what that look in her young eyes was. And it deeply disturbed him, because he had laid claim to her years ago, and he wasnt about to lose her to some unkempt ranch hand. Hiram tried to calm himself as he slipped his vest off, setting it on the desk before sliding his suspenders off of his strong shoulders and unbuttoning his lightly starched dress shirt half way. His mind traveled to thoughts of his daughter, laying bare for him upon his bed, her red hair fanning out around her head like a pillow of auburn silk. The way the hair matted to her sweaty skin as she writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with his powerful manhood, or the way it cascaded down her shoulder when she threw her head back and bounced in his lap. Perhaps tonight, a change of pace would be necessary to keep her in line, he thought as he palmed himself through the thick fabric of his trousers. He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, puffing away at his pipe when she entered cautiously. Hiram smiled and rose, extinguishing his pipe and setting it on his desk as he strode to meet Summer. There you are, my dear girl, he said fondly, taking her hands in his as he gazed at her in her thin nightgown. I am so glad youre able to join me tonight. I do enjoy your company very much, he smiled through his bearded countenance, releasing his grip on her hands to reach forward and push her hair back behind her shoulders, letting his fingers graze over the exposed skin of her shoulders. My my, you do look absolutely ravishing in that nightgown. And Ive noticed that youre wearing the perfume I ordered for you from Paris. His smile was soft, adoring, but his eyes were alight with hunger and want as he guided her over to the bed. Come, sit in your fathers lap, Hiram ordered in his gruff voice, sitting on the edge and pulling her gently to perch upon his lap, his member twitching slightly at the familiar weight. One of his strong arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her to him while the other reached down, his hand sliding under the hem of her nightgown to caress the smooth skin of her leg. Have you been a good girl for Papa? he asked, tearing his gaze away from her clothed breasts in front of his face to look up at her.