Daddy's Sweet Ride (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 3)

by Olivia Fox

  I would pay attention to all the warning signs.

  Yet, in spite of these vows to myself, Chloe had been suffering without me due to the news about her sister stealing from her. And I didn’t even know about it.

  She came out of the bathroom wearing a sweet, pink pajama set. The bottoms were almost like bloomers with a lace border at the thigh, and her midriff peeked out above the waist. The top buttoned down the center and had a tiny satin bow just beneath her generous breasts. There were two straps that held it on at the shoulders, and I wasn’t sure how I would manage to keep from ripping it off.

  I piled all the pillows up so that we had a comfy bed rest to sit up against. She crawled into bed, and I wrapped both of my arms around her tucking her head beneath my chin.

  I reached to my right and grabbed a water glass passing it her way. She shook her head no.

  I couldn’t hesitate any longer. “Little girl, there is something I need to ask you about.”

  “What’s that, Daddy?” she asked.

  “I don’t want to ever experience what I saw this morning. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I could handle that on a regular basis.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Seeing you nearly incapacitated by your sister’s antics. It just about killed me. And it reminded me of Jenny even though I know you’re not her. You’re not addicted to drugs, and I can’t imagine you going that route.”

  “No, that has never been something I’ve been interested in.”

  “Even so, I felt so helpless against whatever you were experiencing. I need to be your protector and keep you from feeling that way.”

  She assumed a quizzical face, her expression, her face scrunching slightly at the thought.

  “Jax, my feelings are my own problem. It’s not your job to protect me from them.”

  Silence sat between us for a minute or two that seemed like much longer.

  “I disagree, Chloe. A Daddy Dom must protect, cherish, safeguard, love, and care for his little girl. And always put her needs over his own. I know this because it’s in my nature.”

  “How do you propose to do all of those things? Sounds like a full-time job.”

  “Not if you move in with me. If you move in, I can keep you safe.”

  “Move in?!?!”

  She pulled away from me and stared with her mouth half open.

  Great, Jax. You really know how to blow a good thing before it even gets off the ground.

  Chloe

  I was looking forward to seeing Ariana, Sofie and Gracie and get their thoughts about what Jax had asked me this weekend. I had no earthly idea whether or not it was too soon to think about moving in with someone, and to be honest, it scared the crap out of me.

  We agreed to meet at Splendor in the Grass for lunch with wine. It was the first day of my long weekend, and all the girls had flexible schedules.

  Splendor was luxurious. I walked into the sun porch, which was completely encased in glass, and had botanical printed canopies hung from the center of the ceiling with plenty of space between for the sunlight to stream through.

  My three friends had already arrived and sat upon the silk, cushioned benches beneath hanging Moroccan light fixtures and a swath of pink begonias in bloom. In front of them they had already poured a rich red wine for each of us and at the center of the table there was a long plank of wood, polished so that it served as a platter. There was an assortment of cheeses, crackers, cured meats, olives, pistachios, sliced fruit, small bunches of grapes, and mouth-watering spreads placed strategically on the buffet.

  “Heyyyyy, Chloe.” How was your weekend?” Ariana slipped a glass of the rich, red liquid across the table toward me. Both Gracie and Sofie had their elbows resting on the table in front of them, their hands clasped eagerly together, and their chins placed atop their folded fingers, looking like eager cherubs guarding the garden of Eden.

  “It was great, you guys, especially, but not just, the sex. Jax told me he loved me.”

  “Oooooh,” said the cherubs in unison.

  “And you? What do you think about all this?” asked Ariana.

  “It’s all happening so quickly. You know I told Jax about my diagnosis, and I never expected him to be so accepting, let alone overt about his feelings.”

  “If he’s a Daddy Dom like you said,” Chloe stated, “then he doesn’t just want your body, he also wants your soul.”

  “I never expected to find love like this, especially not so quickly.”

  Sofie spoke, “The best kind of love is when it’s with someone who really sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard you are to handle, but still wants you more than anything.”

  Ariana and Gracie raised their glasses instigating a round of toasts from all of us.

  “Let’s hope you’re right. He asked me to move in with him.”

  I could tell the three of them could’ve easily done a spit take at that point, but they kindly held their wine inside their mouths. Ariana was the first to raise her glass again. “Is it time for a toast to that? Or did you tell him yes yet?”

  “Not exactly,” I said. “I didn’t say that I love him back, nor did I agree to move in with him. I told him I needed more time. I guess I’m scared.”

  Sofie shoved a rolled slice of salami into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, “I guess I can understand where you’re coming from. If I hadn’t been trapped at Luke’s house, I’m sure it would have taken me much longer to get as far as we did. But there’s really no reason to hold back is there? I mean so what if it does go wrong? What do you have to lose?”

  “I guess you’re right. I’ll tell you one thing; the sex will never be boring.”

  “Do tell,” Gracie said.

  “Well, first of all, when we arrived in Mendocino, he bought me a bunch of presents. A couple of them were extremely surprising.”

  “Surprising how?” Sofie asked.

  “Look, I need you guys to be discreet. At the same time, I really need to know what you think. He bought me undies with a kitty tail,” Gracie and Sofie began to tap their fingertips against one another in anticipation. “He bought me a beautiful pink leather collar something like a cat might wear, and he bought me a leather leash.”

  “Oh, the spices of lust,” said Gracie. “So how did it turn out?”

  “I found it to be extremely exciting, even the part where he was leading me around with my leash. So much so that we ended up having sex for the first time. Does that make me a weirdo?”

  “Not at all! You two are some of the lucky ones who have found ways to make sex fun and exciting,” said Ariana.

  “One thing I’ve learned is that being a little doesn’t mean acting a certain way. It doesn’t mean that you have to be Disney-obsessed, suck on a pacifier, or wear pull-ups. All of us here have Daddy Doms like you do, and at the same time we enjoy our femininity and adulthood in different ways.”

  I put a cube of cheddar in my mouth and chewed. A small sip of wine washed it down.

  “You’re right,” I agreed, “It’s just nice to know some people who also live by their own rules. There is no such thing as ‘normal,’ in life, or in the bedroom.”

  “Like Maya Angelou says,” said Gracie,

  “If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.”

  “I guess you’re right,” I said. “Here’s to an amazing life.”

  I couldn’t wait to talk to Jax.

  Jax

  What did I expect?

  I knew she was cautious and afraid, and still I couldn’t keep myself from saying too soon the things I should have left unsaid.

  “I love you.”

  “Move in with me?”

  What was I thinking? My moves could have been paragraph one, chapter one in the ‘How to Blow it with a Girl” guide.

  Unexpectedly, the door rang. I glanced at the clock. 7:20 p.m. It couldn’t be her. She was going out with her friends tonight. Too early for her to be done.<
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  She would need plenty of time to dish on the doofus who was pushing her too hard, a.k.a. me.

  I swung the door open, and there she was, inexplicably wearing the collar I got for her.

  My chest squeezed at the sight; I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her inside.

  “Oh, Chloe. You came home to me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I wanted to taste her skin on my lips, inhale her scent. I stroked her face and hair and pressed my lips to hers.

  My index finger probed her mouth and I slid two fingers inside, allowing her to suckle and nibble my thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t wait any longer. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. The wall behind my bed was painted gray and slate blue, a blurred cityscape my interior designer said screamed “masculinity.” Whatever. Nothing had ever made me feel as manly as the little girl now at my side.

  My king-sized bed was low to the ground, topped by a velvet throw and suited my purposes perfectly. I set her down on the mattress so her lips were at cock-level.

  She placed my belt buckle on her cheek, and I pulled my cock out of my pants, already rock hard, in my hand.

  “May I?” she purrs.

  “May you what?”

  “May I please suck on your cock, Daddy? Pretty, pretty please?”

  “I don’t know; depends,” loving the teasing mood she was in. Two could play at this game. I slowly stroked my shaft up and down, teasing her, “Was my kitten a good girl while she was out with her friends?”

  She nods sweetly up at me, “Yes, Daddy. Will you please let me suck your cock? I’ve been a good girl, and I want to show you how I can lick it and suck on it until it explodes in my mouth. Please?”

  Her dirty talk made me harder than a steel crankshaft.

  “I will always try to be your good little kitten,” and she lapped at the glistening droplet which formed on the tip of my swollen cock. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth, offering her tongue, begging to taste me.

  She closed her eyes in reverence as the knob of my stick shift pressed against the back of her throat, stretching her lips wide open with each slow shove. I cradled the back of her head as she kept bobbing her wet, spongy puss up and down on my hard-on. Her lips were spread wide around me, and there were drops of slick saliva dripping as she greedily sank down once again, trying to take in as much as she could.

  Such an eager pet.

  I tugged at her hair, pulling her away from me as she gripped my slippery shaft and lazily stroked it, squeezing the head between her fingers, “Tell Daddy what you want, kitten,” I groaned.

  “I want you to cum on me, Daddy” she replied in a throaty whisper. “Mark me as yours.”

  She watched greedily as I stroked myself and reached her fingers slowly down inside of her panties. She eyed me warily as she slid them in and around her pussy. “

  “Good girl, kitten. Daddy loves to see you touching your pretty pussy.”

  It was going to put me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten as she opened her mouth and began to moan, her eyes still fixed on my cock.

  I worked my cock faster now and felt the shaft begin to throb in time with my balls. I groaned in agony as she leaned toward me, lapping at the rim of my pleasure pump, rubbing her lips over the head as she frantically frigged her clit, her bum resting on her heels so she was at better eye level with my pulsing rod.

  “May I cum, Daddy?” Her tone was as frantic as her fingers.

  “Not yet, kitten, don’t you dare.” I gritted my teeth. “You don’t cum until I say you can.” For emphasis, I reach down and slapped her ass with three healthy strokes. Afterwards, I grabbed her hair forcefully in my fist, causing her to moan, which vibrated around me in a way that made me stroke faster to fuck her face in earnest.

  She gasped, “Shoot it on me, Daddy! Shoot it on my titties.” I leaned forward, placing my right hand on the mattress to prevent myself from falling and watched as her entire body shuddered as she moaned from her orgasm. My jizz burst out of me, ignited by her words.

  She smeared my liquid over and around her tits and once her crescendo settled, she licked every bit of my essence from my still hard cock and lapped at her hands as if she really were my pet cleaning the cream from her paws.

  “Oh, kitten,” I groaned as I pulled her next to me to lay under the sheets. “You are a very good girl.”

  Chloe

  If last night was any indication it was clear, like the potato chip commercial, we would never be able to eat just one – of each other. Would wake up in the middle of the night, gently disturbing each other’s slumber, and we went at it for another round. A round of sweet and tender lovemaking or hard and fast fucking.

  But that wasn’t the best part. What felt more right than anything was simply lying in his arms. It was a privilege I never had before so I had nothing to compare it to, but I did know it felt extremely right.

  He was so huge next to me. In his arms, I really did feel like a tiny kitten. Feminine. And for the first time in my life, delicate.

  My body had never been referred to as diminutive. All my life I was compared with my sister who was shrunken away by comparison and left me looking huge in every family photo.

  So, the notion of being a delicate and fragile creature, be it an illusion or no, was a new and unanticipated pleasure.

  Nonetheless, I went through the checklist I memorized. The top 10 symptoms of mania. They obviously included a tendency toward mood swings: depression and euphoria. Goodness knew my excitement was Olympian as of late.

  One odd addition to warning checklists for people who were bipolar was the tendency toward hyper-sexuality. I asked my therapist about it, and she reassured me people were individuals, not their diagnosis, and every person’s sex drive was as unique as their personality. In other words, it was impossible to generalize with any accuracy at all.

  But I certainly did feel like a hyper-sexual hussy these days. And I loved it.

  Jax stirred beside me and spoke in his deliciously graveled voice, “Good morning, kitten.” I scooted closer and reveled in the feeling of his huge, strong arms wrapped around me.

  “How about some breakfast?”

  With me perched post-breakfast, unbelievably, on his lap, he fed me bite after bite. “It’s my job to feed you, kitten.” He put a raspberry with vanilla Greek yogurt on top of my tongue. “Besides, it’s sexy to take care of you. Just like you’re my little pet.”

  “I have a surprise for you today,” he said.

  “What, Daddy?”

  “I booked a spa day for you and the girls at the River Rock Resort. You three can get whatever suits your fancy: manicures, pedicures, massages, any of that girly stuff. It’s on me.”

  “What did I do to deserve this?”

  “Maybe I’m trying to bribe you to move in with me. Giving you a taste of what it will be like if we lived together permanently.”

  “Oh, so there are strings attached.”

  “I’m kidding, kitten. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You’ve had a lot of stress going on lately, and you deserve a break.”

  “That is amazingly sweet of you, Jax.”

  “I have it in me sometimes,” I paused to stroke her cheek, “In all seriousness, I’ve been researching what it means to be bipolar, and I learned keeping stress levels low is important. So, it’s a priority for me to make sure that happens.”

  “And I’ve been researching all about little girls and their Daddy Doms. Could you tell last night?” I wriggled suggestively on his lap.

  “Mmmmm, yes,” he moaned, and my inner-tease thrust her fists into the air when she felt his rigid cock grow beneath her bum.

  He slid a sliced strawberry past my lips, and we shared a sweet goodbye kiss before I headed to the spa with the girls.

  Jax reserved the most luxurious spot for us at the spa. There were four oval-shaped tubs formed with wooden slats and banded and held together with three metal straps locked in a wa
y reminiscent of saddle tack.

  Gracie, Sofie, Ariana and I soaked in the natural, bubbly spring water was heated to a drowsy-making temperature. In contrast the swift spring current of the river below swept rapidly along. The view in front of us was across a deep channel and the water was a beautiful emerald hue. Conifers bordered both sides to the right and left of us. We had the best view on the bank and sat comfortably speechless as the relaxing liquid covered our bodies.

  As usual, Ariana was the first to inquire about my most recent goings on. She lifted her glass of champagne to her lips, took a slow sip and asked, “So, Chloe, what have you decided about Jax’s invitation to move in?”

  “I haven’t decided anything,” I said while wriggling my face beneath the quickly drying mud mask. “I’m just not comfortable taking such a huge leap after knowing someone for such a short time. There’s no hurry, after all.”

  “But didn’t you say Jax was worried about you dealing with your sister on your own? Smart man if you ask me,” said Gracie.

  I focused on the roiling surface of the deep green river torrent in front of me. It was true I had not decided about moving in with Jax, and I certainly hadn’t talked to Roxy about the money she owed me. I dreaded that encounter.

  Just thinking about it made my heart quicken, and suddenly it was difficult to remain still in the tub in spite of its relaxing properties. I raised up sitting on the edge and sucked my breath when the side door swung open.

  The door crashed into wall interrupting our attempts at relaxing. Unbelievable.

  “What are you doing here, Roxy?”

  “Jax told me I could find you here. I just wanted to have a little chat with my sister. I’ve been worried; you’ve been gone for so long without calling.”

  “I told you I would be gone, Roxy. What do you mean Jax told you I would be here?”

  “I told you he was interested in me, Chloe. Why would I make something like that up? I ran into him in town today, and he was all over me.”