A/N
Disclaimer: Neither Twilight nor these nursery rhymes belong to me.
This unusual take on Baa Baa Black Sheep was originally written as part of a collab of naughty nursery rhymes called Not Your Mother's Goose that began life on bornonhalloween's FB group. I've now decided to make it into a trilogy.
Thank you to my Grammar Angel, Trip, for beta'ing.
Baa Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes Sir, yes Sir, three bags full
One for the Master and one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane...
BPOV
My father sent me to the countryside to try to keep me out of trouble. How was he to know what I would find there?
After three school suspensions, two DUIs and a caution for possession of cannabis, Charlie decided the City was a bad influence and that spending a summer in the country, tending to farm animals and being imprisoned by his hideous older sister, would be enough to rid me of my errant ways.
The Cullen Family Sheep Farm is certainly different. And dull. And smelly as fuck. Sheep are dumb and getting to know them better hasn't changed my opinion on that. I spend my days helping Uncle Carlisle chase the brainless bastards around his field, sweating and cursing, and my nights bored out of my skull listening to punk and reading fanfiction on my beloved iPhone. My only link to civilisation.
You would think I'd be utterly miserable. To all intents and purposes my father's punishment is truly hideous. But he didn't factor in one thing - Edward Masen.
Boys at home hold little to capture my attention. The last guy I fooled around with - Mike Newton - smelled like car air freshener and had to be shown where my clit is more times than I care to remember.
Edward is different.
He is a college sophomore who Carlisle hired as a farmhand for the summer and I never imagined sheep shearing could be sexy until I saw the way Edward does it. The control he wields over the would-be sweaters is extraordinary. He straddles their flanks and grips their necks in his strong forearms in a way that makes me tremble. I want him to hold me that way.
He doesn't say much, unless he is taunting or criticising me. Occasionally I catch him staring at me across the pen, the dark expression on his face unreadable. When I look back he holds my gaze without flinching, sometimes scowling and sometimes smirking in a way that sends a tingle between my legs. He wears work jeans and heavy boots, a wife beater and sometimes a Stetson (but I'm fairly certain he's being ironic). He is tan and dirty and when he gets close I can smell his skin.
Since I noticed him staring at me I've worn skimpier and skimpier clothes every day. Even hotter than usual today I don jean shorts, cowboy boots and the tiniest t-shirt I can find. I leave my bra off. SheepStraddler isn't going to know what's hit him.
"Something different today, Bella." Carlisle tells me, shepherding me away from my usual activity of shovelling shit and whining.
"Goody," I mutter.
He leads me to the barn and I turn my nose up at the hundred or so dumbass sheep that mill around inside, bleating pointlessly.
"Wait here for Edward," Carlisle says, already turning to leave. "He'll tell you what to do."
Oh I do hope so.
A deep, velvety voice startles me.
"Hey, Black Sheep."
Oh did I forget to mention my nickname? Presumably Edward thinks this is very clever based on our place of employment and my status within the family. Oh and because it shares the initials of my actual name. Stunning good looks and sparkling wit may be too much to ask for; I guess God really doesn't give with both hands.
Of course if he were any other guy I'd say all this to his face, but I don't because he's Edward, and he's different. He looks like he may take me over his knee if I talk out of turn.
Rendered apparently speechless by Fuckable Farmboy I use the other weapons in my arsenal, smiling and pushing my tits out. His eyes darken and rake over my body slowly and unashamedly.
"So what's happening?" he smirks.
"Carlisle says I'm working with you today."
He raises a gorgeous but sceptical eyebrow. "You're shearing sheep?"
I shrug, feeling hotter than before. "That's what he said."
He stares at me for a beat longer and the air seems to hum with electricity. Or it could just be the incessant baaing.
"Watch first," he commands.
Yes, Sir.
We step inside and he grabs hold of the nearest sheep, hooking his leg over to hold it in place and grabbing his clippers from where they hang off his belt from something similar to a gun holster. He turns them on and swiftly strips the wool. I watch him, as always, in rapt fascination and try not to drool on the wool.
"Your turn."
"Huh?" I push my tongue back in my mouth.
"Come on," he almost growls, the sheep still clamped beneath his thighs as he gestures for me to straddle in front of him. Close to his body. Pressed tight against him. Fuck. Me.
I eagerly throw my leg over and nestle my body back against his. His chest is just as hard and hot as I imagined, I think I can feel every muscle through our thin shirts. I unsubtly push my ass back against him, closer than necessary, and I don't miss the almost inaudible gasp his elicits in my ear.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder. "Ready." I breathe, afraid to speak any louder. I watch him swallow and resist the urge to lean forward and lick his jaw.
He clears his throat. "Right, take this." He hands me the shears and they feel heavier than expected. The sheep wiggles but Edward tightens his hold on the scruff of its neck.
"Hold her here, like this." He takes my spare hand and places it along where his is, showing me how to get the best grip on the animal. I try to concentrate but it's almost impossible.
"Switch them on." I do and then he takes my other wrist and hand in his, more gently. The feel of his skin, his arm resting along mine, makes my breath catch. He is leaning so close behind me if I turned my face my lips would be on his.
He guides my arm gently, showing me the path to take, and it's surprisingly satisfying to watch the thick fleece fall away. When he moves his arm and lets me hold and shear the sheep alone I feel the loss of the touch of his bare skin.
Feeling bold, I push my ass back against him a little, eager to discover if I affect him as he affects me but I feel a little crushed when his hips retreat.
"I'm going to let go now. Have you got her?"
I have no idea and my brain is mush but I nod anyway. The moment Edward moves his legs away the sheep sees her chance and bucks, pulling out from under my feeble grasp and leaving me knocked to the ground.
"Damn!" Edward breaks my fall and pulls me back to my feet. Being close to him again feels good, and covers up my humiliation at not being able to control a pathetic sheep. I slowly turn in his arms to face him.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." I whisper. He hasn't let me go and I don't want him to. He stares at me for a moment, conflict in his eyes, before suddenly gripping my ass with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, pulling me sharply towards him. When his lips meet mine, my mouth is partly open, my tongue meeting his with enthusiasm. He tastes exactly as he smells.
I groan and lock my arms around his neck, pinning his head closer, deepening the kiss until with are both fighting and feverish and gasping for breath. He pulls away, his mouth and his body, just as suddenly as he took me, leaving me bereft and stumbling.
I watch him breathlessly shake his head and scowl, before storming off to the corner of the barn.
What. The. Fuck?
I walk over, intent on giving him hell for once, but as usual his dark, controlling eyes prevent me. We stare at each other, silent, before he finally speaks.
"You're just a kid."
"I'm eighteen," I tell him indignantly.
He says nothing again, leaving me frustrated and horny as fuck. He can't just give me that panty-dampening kiss and then walk away. Can he?
Sliding his eyes over my body again he walks forward as I walk backwards until my back hits the wall. He rests his arm above my head, leaning his face down towards my throat but not touching me. My heart thumps loud enough to be heard even over the racket the sheep are making.
"Do you enjoy taunting me, Black Sheep?" He murmurs. "Do you have any idea how hard it has been for me? Every fucking day you strut around in your shrinking shorts, getting close to me at every opportunity and eye-fucking me when Carlisle isn't looking."
Too stunned to say a word I stay silent, this is the most I've ever heard him speak in one go and he's talking about my ass!
"Do you have any idea how many nights I have touched myself, thinking of you, thinking of this?"
A small whimper escapes at the thought of Edward, in bed with his hard cock in his hand and thoughts of touching me in his head. I want him to touch me right now so badly.
He pulls back slightly and looks at me.
"But you like that, don't you? That's what you want? To drive me to the point of insanity."
He drops his eyes to my mouth and back again.
"But you're different with me. You're a naughty girl, that's why you're here. You got into some shit and Daddy sent you away. I've heard how you talk to Esme and Carlisle; I've heard how you abuse the other workers. You're feisty and snarky and sharp. But never to me, not once. To me you are just this submissive little Black Sheep...waiting to be shepherded."
He traces a single finger down the column of my throat to where my breast is bursting out of the tight material.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Am I? He makes me nervous but I can't say I'm afraid. I'm alone with him right now and all I want are his hands on my body and his tongue in my mouth.
"No," I whisper.
"But you know what I'm like? You know how it would...be between us?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" he asks quickly, his tone indicating that this is some kind of test.
My mind is blank. Yes, Edward? Yes, Fuckable Farmboy?
Ah.
"Yes...Sir."
His eyes come alive, blazing with lust. He puts his hand on my waist, moves his body closer.
"Then you'll do exactly what I say."
It's at least 90 degrees but still I shiver.
He glances down at my tits, licks his lips.
"Your nipples are hard."
"Yes Sir."
"For me? You want me?"
Is he stupid?
"Always, Sir."
"Good."
His mouth is back on mine before I can catch another breath, his tongue dominating mine, his hard body pressed up tightly against me so I can feel the stone wall rough on my back and his diamond hard erection on my stomach.
He groans against my mouth and roughly grabs my thigh, hooking my leg around his hip, before lifting me completely. I wrap both legs around his waist and he presses me against the wall even tighter than before. Now I can really feel him, hard and throbbing through his jeans, pressed against my own crotch.
He moves his mouth down my throat. He lifts one breast out and covers my nipple with his mouth, causing me to cry out.
He curses and mutters and thrusts harder against me.
"Is your pussy wet, little sheep?"
Is he serious? I think it's leaking through my shorts.
"Yes Sir," I choke.
"Show me." He demands, hastily dropping my legs to the ground.
"Turn around. Put your hands on the wall."
I do as he asks.
He reaches his hands around me and deftly unfastens the button and zip on my shorts. He slowly slips his hand inside and I can't hold in the slutty moan that escapes when his warm finger meets my clit. Jesus, it really isn't going to take much, his words and demeanour have already got me halfway to an orgasm.
His hand moves lower until two fingers find my slippery folds and slide inside.
"Fuck. So wet. You've wanted me all this time, haven't you? I've wanted you and you've wanted me."
I'm almost rendered incoherent by his two thrusting fingers and his thumb pressing down on me, his whole hand held so tightly against me by the material of my shorts. But I remember my voice.
"Yes Sir."
He presses his hips against my ass, grinding his erection into me.
"Have you thought about me and touched yourself?" He asks, moving his fingers quicker and harder.
"God! Yes! Yes, Sir!"
"I need to be in you." His voice nothing more than a needy groan.
Before I can think he has grabbed my shorts and pulled them roughly down to my ankles, exposing me completely.
I let out a gasp of surprise, followed by an eager moan when I hear him undoing his own buckle. I risk looking over my shoulder, desperate to see the moment he unveils his cock.
"Eyes forward, Black Sheep." He commands and I quickly follow orders.
The thought of Carlisle discovering us flashes through my head but I disregard it. There is nothing I can do now, Edward is clearly running this show. Plus all I can really think about is how he is going to feel inside me.
Suddenly his hips are flush with my ass and I can feel him between my legs. Lips at my ear he says, "Hold on tight." before filling me, eliciting a loud groan from both of us.
"So good, little sheep," he mutters, slowly pulling back his hips to push forward again sharply "Wet and tight and everything I knew you would be."
I cry out, already so close to coming. The other guys I've been with can't even compare to the man inside me now.
Slow thrusts become faster and my hands grasp at the stone wall, seeking better purchase. I lean forward, bow my head, and he follows suit filling me harder and faster.
"Please, please Sir." My voice is breaking and begging.
"Don't you dare come until I say, sheep."
But I can't stop I can't stop, so close.
"Please, Master!"
I'm unsure where that word came from but it feels good, it feels right. Edward must like it too because a strangled, animal-like sound emits from his throat and he thrusts more erratically, his hand back on my pussy, rubbing my clit roughly.
"Now," he croaks. "Come now."
"Yes Sir..." It starts as a pulse between my legs, an intense clench of muscles that spreads across my body in jolts of pleasure until my knees buckle beneath me and he grips me tightly around the waist to pound into me, shouting his own release in a broken gasp.
As my orgasm begins to subside I feel the final shoot of his fluid. Eventually, we both slump forward, supported by the wall, and still I'm twitching. I don't know what he's done to me but I'm a wreck. There is silence, except our ragged breathing and the constant bleating.
"Are you okay?" he whispers and it's the gentlest I've ever heard his voice, satisfied and spent. For some reason these words and this tone make my heart race more than anything else.
"Yes." No "Sir" this time.
I find my legs and slowly turn around to stand up straight. He stays close, the hard tension no longer in his face.
"So...what now?" I ask him.
He smiles, rather than smirks, before bending his head to place a gentle kiss on my neck.
"Now I find a way to have you every day. Here. In the field. In your bed. Everywhere, Bella."
My breath catches. It's the first time he has ever called me by my name.
But I like to fuck with him, almost as much as I like fucking him, so I say:
"No, I mean what happens right now?" I gesture to the surrounding animals, which appear to be whipped into quite a frenzy. "What happens to the wool when we're done?"
Edward stares at me before bursting into a deep, genuine laugh that makes my chest constrict.
"Well," he replies, grinning. "We need enough wool to fill those three huge sacks over there. Then I take one and another goes to your aunt."
"And the third?" I ask. I have no idea why I can't keep the grin off my face but it feels permanent.
"Oh you need to deliver that to little Jake," he says, gesturing outside. "He's the boy at the next farm. You go left out the gate, down the track about 500 yards and then turn right. He lives just down that lane..."
A/N
Hope you enjoyed it. Two follow-ups (working titles Little Blow Peep and Mary Had a Little Plan) are coming soon. Would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you for reading.
A xxx