Mannequin

Wyatt Cain rode to Finagua. He was angry. Not just angry. Furious. At a certain little miss Can’t-Leave-Well-Enough-Alone Princess.

He could have made a clean getaway. He should have been able to get as far away from DG as possible. He would have been perfectly happy to live in perfect misery the rest of his days. -Coulda, shoulda, woulda,- he chided himself. -You SHOULD have known she was too stubborn for you.-

Wyatt was trapped, and he knew it. He’d been lusting after the Princess of the O.Z. since the moment he saw her, and it had spiraled into a strange, painful obsession. After they’d saved the O.Z., when he’d been sent by the Queen to train new Tin Men, he’d rejoiced in the idea of a little solitude. That, and time spent with his son. He smiled as he thought of Jeb. Such a good kid. -And all without me,- he thought with amusement. Adora had always joked that Wyatt was such an untamed force that their son would’ve grown up better without him. Turned out, she was right.

-That’s not fair,- Wyatt thought. But those words came to him in DG’s voice, not his own. -You would have made a great father. You ARE a great father.-

Wyatt sighed, nudging his horse further west. She was even in his head. He heard her voice whenever he was down on himself. He saw her face in his dreams. It made him ashamed. This girl was half his age; and his wife was still warm in her grave the first time Wyatt looked at DG in lust. -It’s not your fault,- came DG’s voice again. -You thought she was dead. What else were you supposed to think?- Wyatt growled in frustration. The voice was right, of course, but that didn’t make it better. In fact, it made it worse. Because it was HER voice. And thinking of HER made him think of what had happened before he left.

He felt like such a fool. He’d told himself that sleeping with her once, just once, would relieve him of his obsession. He knew now that it had been nothing but justification for his moment of weakness, his giving into his addiction.

His horse stopped. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Wyatt looked around. He was at the steps of the Palace Finagua. He dismounted, handing the reins to a waiting stable-boy. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the tower where he knew DG’s room lay. Finally, he gritted his teeth, tugged his coat into place, and trudged up the stairs.

DG was there, right there waiting for him in the huge foyer. -Damn,- he swore in his mind. -Tricky little minx!-

DG turned at his entrance, and gave him a smile that made him go all hard and soft at the same time. “Mr. Cain,” she said, walking toward him with a twinkle in her eye. “Glad you could make it back so quickly, and on such short notice.”

Wyatt half-smiled, half-grimaced. “I’m sure you are,” he replied sarcastically.

DG gave a mock frown. “What’s wrong, Mr. Cain? You seem uncomfortable.”

Wyatt knew then, he was dead. And this was Hell.

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DG had to hold back a laugh at the look on Cain’s face when he arrived. She knew he was biting his lip, because there were people around. And she was the Princess. -Can’t sass the Queen’s daughter,- DG thought with a grin.

She headed to the Conference room, Cain in tow. Her parents and her sister were waiting for her there. They’d jumped at the idea of having a Chief of Security wherever they went. The only one who knew why she suggested it was Azkedellia. DG walked into the room, and locked eyes with her sister. Az gave her a sly little smile. They’d approached their parents with the idea together, to make it less suspicious. Az was in on the whole thing.

“He’s here,” DG announced.

“Ah, Mr. Cain, welcome,” the Queen said with a smile.

“Good to see you, Cain,” Ahamo added.

DG turned and saw a pained smile on Cain’s face. Inwardly, she laughed, even as she felt kind of bad. She knew this was a special kind of torture for Cain, being so warmly greeted by the man whose daughter he had ravaged just nights before. Cain was such a proper man; like the country boys from Kansas.

“Were you told why we asked you back?” the Queen asked, getting right down to business.

“No,” Cain said, his voice strained.

Ahamo glanced at his wife, who nodded. He folded his hands in front of him and said, “Well, Mr. Cain, we’d like you to be our permanent Chief of Security.”

DG looked at Cain. The look on his face was pure shock. “Well?” she prompted. “What do you say, Mr. Cain?”

Cain glanced at her, his face slightly red. He looked back at the Queen and her Consort. DG could almost see the cogs in his head working. She knew what was going through his head. He’d wanted to get away, and never come back. He felt it was dangerous to be around DG. But who says “no” to the Queen?

DG could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. Wyatt looked at the Queen and Ahamo, then looked at DG. She smiled at him. He gave her a glare. Finally, he turned back to the Queen and said, “That… would be and honor, Highness.”

“Excellent, Mr. Cain,” the Queen said warmly. “Welcome to the family.”

DG almost laughed at the look on Cain’s face at those words.

“Our security team is waiting in the servant’s quarters,” Ahamo told him. “You can go on down there, get settled, and get to know your new men.”

Cain bowed, then turned and left.

DG glanced at her sister, who gave her a thumbs-up. Well, it was more of thumbs-sideways, but DG had only just taught the gesture to her.

DG left then, heading up to her room. She needed a plan.

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Wyatt paced in his new room several hours later. -Tricky little minx,- he raged. He had no idea DG was such a schemer.

Wyatt tried to calm down. He had to admit, it was a good job. And the men were some of the best. He sat down on his bed. He tossed his hat and coat on the floor, then laid back on the bed, his arm thrown over his eyes. He took a deep breath and released it, slowly, trying to relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be all bad. He probably wouldn’t see DG that often, anyway. Maybe his fixation would go away, in time. She really was just an annoying kid, after all. Nothing special. She was -

She was kneeling in front of him. He was back in his cabin on the grounds, standing by the bed. His shirt was off. -Wait, what…?-

He was dreaming. He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but once he thought about it, he knew he was.

Then it was just a dream. And there was no harm in enjoying it, right?

He looked down. DG was on her knees in front of him, wearing nothing but a corset and stockings. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, and her lips were ruby red. Her nimble little hands were on his belt, trying to free the arousal that pressed so painfully against his waistband. He found he could control his actions. He loved that kind of dream.

Wyatt reached down and unbuckled his belt, the slid his pants down. DG looked up at him with such wanton lust it made his knees weak. -Dear Gods,- he thought. DG gripped him at his base, and he collapsed down onto the bed. He sat at the edge, watching, entranced, as DG slid he fingers slowly up the length of him, then back down, her eyes on his face the entire time. Then, she smiled at him, and lowered her head. Her lips slid over the tip of him and he gasped, the first sense of wet heat almost too much for him. She gave him a moment to steady himself, then slid her mouth down over him, swallowing him whole.

DG sucked hard, and Wyatt cried out, louder in his dream than he ever was in real life. Her hot mouth slid over him, her tongue teasing underneath his length. He tangled his hands in her hair and shut his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure. It was intense, and Wyatt knew he wouldn’t last long. He free hand crawled up his thigh, kneading the sensitive skin there. White lights seemed to pop behind Wyatt’s eyes as he came closer and closer to his peak.

He bucked his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth and throat, and she sucked, so hard that he came then, crying out so loud that his confused, sleeping mind thought someone would surely hear.

Wyatt thrust as he came, spurting into her mouth, losing complete control of his body. It seemed to last for hours. When it was finally over, he trembled, weak and spent, and fell back onto the bed.

In his dream, he fell asleep. And in the real world, he awoke.

Wyatt jumped up from the bed. The front of his pants, and some of the bed, were stained with the remnants of his dream. He swore, then stood, heading into the washroom to draw a bath.

As he lay in the hot water, staring up at the ceiling, he finally reached the point of acceptance.

He was in love with DG.

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Hey, guys, I decided to right a full-length sequel to Tin Man, hope you enjoy it! This is just the beginning, and I promise, it won't be just PWP (I know, I know, but that's where the fun is!). Along with copious amount of copulating, there will hopefully be a pretty good plot in there, so, happy reading!!