Forbidden Gold (Providence Gold 5)

“Tie me up?” her breath hitched as she said this, so I turned to look at her as we stopped at a stop sign.

“Now that I’d love to do. Tie your hands to the headboard, maybe even your ankles to the bottom of the bed, and have you spread out for me. I’d have your beautiful body wide open to me to lick and suck on.”

Her breath hitched after I finished, and if it hadn’t been for someone honking the horn in the car behind us, I might have…

Thoughts and mental images like that weren’t conducive with what I had planned, though, so I had to shut them down ASAP.

Putting the vehicle in drive, I set off again, focusing on what I’d organized for her. Getting her into bed immediately would give her the wrong impression, and I wasn’t ready for that yet either. I wanted to take it slow, earn her trust, and help her get into the mindset of what I meant by me needing control. I knew she’d immediately assume something like a dominant and submissive desire, but that didn’t even feature in my plans. My control was more about consent and me leading what was happening, and I knew she’d find a way to push me on it.

For once, I couldn’t wait.

“I don’t have the mindset to truly dominate you in the ways of your typical sexually dominant male, baby,” I explained after the silence had continued. “I don’t have it in me not to be in control when we’re having sex. I’ll repeat my promise, though, to never abuse any trust you give me and to never cause you any pain. That I swear. Do you think you could trust me enough to believe me on that so I can show you what I mean?”

“I guess,” she mumbled and then gasped as I pulled to a stop in front of a gate leading to a lit up field with picnic benches scattered over it, ending the discussion. “Oh my God, it’s Farm Your Heart Out.”

Undecided on whether us halting our discussion here was a good or bad thing, I drove through the gates of the farm, smiling at her reaction regardless.

Once a month, the owner, Sean, had an evening of barbecue, dancing, and a bar, and you could meet the animals and even look at buying some if you passed their vetting process. Given the time of year, he’d just had quite a few births, so there would be kids, lambs, whatever alpaca babies were called, piglets, chicks, and a whole load of other animals to pet and play with.

It was the last part I was thinking of when I bought her here, considering her love for small animals. Judging by the squeal that followed it, I’d gotten it right.

From what he’d told me when I’d spoken to him, the place had started with normal farm animals, but when the trend of fainting goats, pygmy goats, micro pigs, and shit like that started, he adjusted his business, and it’d been a wise move to make. Knowing that people also wanted the ability to meet animals like that but couldn’t look after one, he started a family farm event once a month.

At the time, the business venture might have had something to do with his five kids—which he now had eight of because he’d adopted his brother’s three who was in jail for armed robbery—and the fact it kept them entertained. It also brought in the cash necessary to support them all, and he enjoyed the hell out of it.

And I knew all of this because I’d been his doctor two weeks ago when he’d come into the ER with two nails from a nail gun through his hand, and he’d told me while we got them out and stitched him up. He’d also given me free entry while I’d been sticking his tetanus shot in his ass—something which I thought would amuse Ariana, so I told her as we walked to the entrance.

“He gave you a freebie while you stuck it in his ass?” she chuckled loud enough for the people around us to hear, getting us a few funny looks.

“No, he gave it to me while I gave it to him,” I argued, cringing when the people staring at me raised their eyebrows.

“Did you at least buy each other a drink first?” she snickered as we made our way over to the barbecue stand, getting in line for what was apparently the best grilled meat you’d ever eat in your life.

Groaning, I scrubbed my hands down my face. I was wiser in the ways of the Townsends than this, so why had it gotten to this stage?

Because Ariana fried my brain and had done for years, that’s why.

In a rare display of pity—at least up until last night—she changed the subject. “I always wanted goats. Normal goats, fainting goats, pygmy goats, the Damascus goats with those long ears, Angoras, Kikos, and the breeds with long hair like the Irish, Dutch Landrace, and Nachi goats.” She was so excited that the words almost rolled into one as she said them.