Little, Big, it doesn't matter. The only label I care about is 'Mine'.
Of all the times I might expect to find a sweet, beautiful woman at my feet, patrolling the grounds of Rawhide Ranch isn't one of them.
And despite her claims that she isn't a Little, the moment she looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, I know there isn't anything I won't do to make her mine. She wants to be Big? Fine. Rawhide has plenty of ways for a Daddy to make even a Big girl cry for mercy and then beg for more.
But even as we live out our wildest fantasies, I can feel her holding back. One way or another, I'm going to convince my girl to accept happily ever after on our terms, and no one else's.
