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

by Olivia Fox

  I texted the photo to Daddy.

  The velvet coverlet was pulled back and I flipped over onto the center of the bed. Jax was usually on time coming home from work, but there were a few ways to entertain myself while I waited. And encourage him to hurry up.

  I pulled the Hitachi Wand out of the drawer, pushed the button for lowest speed and set it on my sexy bud.

  Two seconds later, the cell phone buzzed with an incoming text.

  You better wait for me, little girl. No coming. But show Daddy more.

  Emboldened by his command, and my arousal, I turned off the wand and moved my fingers down to cup my folds.

  Heat.

  My pointer finger rubbed softly at the orgasm button and this time the pic was a close-up.

  Juicy.

  I texted him again.

  Time to turn up the disobedient meter.

  Video phase one.

  I arranged the pillows so my hootchie was hoisted into the air and checked the view.

  Perfecto.

  With legs slightly splayed open, there was a perfect view of my succulent sex. It wouldn’t hurt to come once or twice while I waited for him to get home. My orgasms were pretty much limitless with Daddy. The only problem was, he told me not to.

  No matter we were over a year into our relationship. Every day, every hour, every minute; the thought of Jax jamming his huge hard on into my wet heat dominated my thoughts.

  The way he called me a good girl turned me into a melty pile of girl-jelly.

  The Hitachi buzzed on my clit while I thought about him on top of me, forcing his entire humongous cock in my mouth. The video recorded and I moved it closer to where the action was so he could see my wetness. I thought about having his hand lightly restricting the air by grabbing my throat while he fucked me. It was the ignition switch for my sex.

  The wand was so effective; it made my entire pussy pulse with the strength of my orgasm.

  “Well, well, well. What have we here? Who let this pretty little princess into the house?”

  I moaned like a cat in heat. Oh shit, he was home already.

  “Did daddy say his little girl could come without him? I believe I specifically told you not to cum.”

  Curled up in a ball, I let the after effects of my orgasm ripple through me and shuddered at the thought of what my punishments would be.

  “You’ve been torturing me enough with your tempting tricks and surprises. Well today, daddy brought some surprises home for you.” He reached down and grabbed a gift bag on the floor. He pulled out another collar and leash.

  Speaking was still impossible but I gave him a puzzled expression.

  “I know you have a collar already. This one’s different. Let’s put it on you.” He gently put the collar around my neck, which was affixed to a long leash. A choking leash I would later learn. He knew how much it turned me on to be lightly choked.

  "Now what’s the punishment do you think for getting off without me?”

  I shrugged.

  "Get on your hands and knees.

  A smile came over his face as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his pants and boxers. He stroked himself while looking down on me.

  "Open up, baby girl. Let me see your pretty pink tongue, precious.”

  I did as I was told and he slid his fat cock into my open mouth. I gagged gratefully as it hit the back of my throat.

  Even more so when Daddy began to groan. He tilted his head back, grabbed my hair and began fucking my face with ferocity. “You know you drive me crazy just by being you. You don’t have to go to any extra effort. I need my cock in you always. Now, hold just the tip in your mouth.” Jax let me know I was lucky to be able to take all of him in my mouth without gagging so I wondered by he wanted me to take just the tip right now. “Check this out, baby.” As I sucked just the throbbing end, laving the underside with my tongue, he pulled up on the leash which tightened the collar around my neck. “You’re not the only one with a trick or two up your sleeve. I know how my baby loves getting choked.”

  He leaned over and revved up the vibrator, reaching behind me to place it on my pussy,

  and it was too strong for my body to resist. I felt my body gearing up to cum but he turned off the sex toy just in time to prevent it.

  “This is what you deserve,” he said in a low, reassuring voice. “When you disobey Daddy, I’m going to give you what you need. Whether it’s spanking, forced orgasms,” he held my wrists in his hand, turned the Hitachi up to maximum vibrations and pressed it to my most sensitive spot. Just when I was going to scream my release, Jax pulled upward on the choke collar making me see stars.

  “Get up against against that bed frame, Chloe.” He ripped off his clothes and positioned me into the same stance I was in when I sent him the first photo. “Oh, yeah.”

  He ran his huge hands all over my body, cupping my breasts in his palms. “That’s what I’m talking about. Hold on tight to the head board. I’m going to fuck you ‘til you see stars.”

  Moving behind me, I could sense him taking his huge dick in his hand in order to aim it at his target. I pushed my bum back towards him.

  “My naughty little girl is in heat isn’t she? Always in heat.” Smack!

  I squealed at the impact of his naked palm and thrashed a little which only served to make him laugh his rich baritone chuckle. “What’s so funny?!”

  “It’s funny how easily you forget who’s in control. I’m the one in charge here. It’s my job to protect you and take care of you and that includes satisfying your every need.”

  The end of that statement was emphasized by the thrust of his huge meat, which he shoved to the hilt and proceeded to use to ride me like one of his damned cars.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Finally.

  “Is this what you were waiting for, little girl?”

  “Oh God, yes! I was waiting all day for it, Daddy.”

  “But you didn’t really wait for it did you? You had to play with my pretty pussy until you came.” He thrust and filled me up and rubbed every single point of sensation in side me, until I was getting ready to explode again. I arched my back and shoved myself back onto his cock.

  “Oh yeah, baby. Ride daddy with that tight cunt. Damn, Chloe, you are so tight.”

  He stopped talking and began ravishing my insides, his thighs slapping off of my back side. He pulled me back against him and kept fucking me while twisting one of my nipples with his fingers, and pulling my choke collar with the other.

  It was too much.

  I fell forward, palms on the mattress giving him better access and shoving back against him. I started begging for it, “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me with that thing. Oh, God. Fuck your pussy.”

  We were close; I could tell every time and we had gotten to the point where we could come in concert. I bit the sheets when the pleasure washed over me and waiting for him to climax. He picked up my hips, jerking my pussy onto him like a piston, faster and faster, until he groaned and fell on the bed next to me.

  “I told you baby girl, daddy’s here now. He’ll take care of you.”

  “Nice of you to bring me a choke collar.”

  Again, the chuckle.

  “What’s so funny? I like it.”

  “I know you like it. What’s funny is you think it’s your real present.”

  “Real present? What do you mean?”

  “You’re worth more than a leather collar, or a choke collar. If I’m going to make an honest woman out of you, I need to do it in style.” He pulled a flat, square box out of the top drawer. It was stamped “Neiman Marcus”.

  “How long has it been in there?”

  “Oh, bout forever and a day. Open it, baby girl.”

  I pulled the top off of the lid and inside was a diamond collar necklace in 18-karat white gold. I later learned it had 5.35 total white diamond carat weight. “Ohhhhhh.”

  “Dazzling, like you. You dazzle me, kitten.” He grabbed my chin and lifted so I would look
into his eyes. He put the diamond collar around my neck and said, “You’re mine, all mine,. To cherish like treasure. That means forever.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Forever and ever.” I launched myself at him, hugging him tightly and take comfort in the refuge of his arms.

  Excerpt - Roxy Released from Jail

  Hope that you enjoy this excerpt from the next Lost Coast Daddies book coming May 31st, 2020!

  I am here to testify orange is definitely not the new black.

  Note to self, burn every piece of orange clothing I have as soon as I get my clothes out of storage.

  For the first few weeks of my sentence for drunk driving, I spit fire. It probably protected me. I gave off such a hostile vibe the other women in the slammer left me completely alone. My reputation was of a bad ass without me having to prove it, other than the fact I didn’t speak.

  To anyone.

  Except my shrink. Those appointments I couldn’t weasel out of as they were supposed to help with my ‘rehabilitation’. By the second month, I surprised myself by actually looking forward to my sessions. My counselor asked me about my background and family history, and when I shared Chloe’s experience, she explored further and diagnosed me as having unipolar mania since I didn’t have extreme lows but definitely had my share of the tell tale signs of the high flying side: self-centered concerns and attitudes (stealing from my family not to mention a stranger’s car), inflated self-esteem (pretty sure I was always the best looking, sexiest B. on the block), extremely poor judgment and reckless behavior (having sex with every cowboy and football player in the tiny town of Briarville and drinking like a fish every night which landed me my third DUI). My therapist also let me know the disorder can lead to impulsive spending sprees, usually during manic episodes.

  Guilty. As. Charged.

  At first the meds made me feel groggy and slow, but when my shrink dialed the dose in right, it was as if I finally knew what “normal” felt like for the first time, ever. It was actually possible to sit quietly and listen versus popping off at the mouth, as per usual. The most welcome change was I could sleep through the night and I no longer craved the drink which had been my only way of calming myself down.

  After half a year of my life slowly sliding by, here it was. The day of my release. I thought it would never arrive and now that it had, I was scared I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

  For starters, I had no place to stay.

  Details.

  That small fact had me worrying practically 24/7 during my stay in the clinker.

  As these thoughts whorled in my head, the metal door opened to the inmate release area out of view from the street.

  Buck was standing there like a Viking statue. Waiting for me.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked, caught off guard in part because I still wore the clubbing outfit I had on when admitted to jail. The get up was totally out of place in this sterile, slightly shabby institution.

  "I knew today was the day you were getting out and I have a few connections on the inside. I was able to figure out when you'd be released and thought you might like a ride." His voice was grumbly, the tone like single malt whiskey and the sound of it made my stomach swoop and my pussy clutch.

  "Doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here?”

  "Watch your tone with me, little girl. I’ve waited six months to see you get out of there. Not being able to keep you safe, not knowing if you were eating right. I can see just looking at you your 10 pounds thinner and you didn’t have that to lose. I'm here to take you home."

  His stern concern caught me off guard, "Well, you must have missed the memo. I don't have a home. I know my family doesn't want to see me, and I lost my apartment."

  "Maybe I didn't make myself clear. You're coming home with me."

  With that he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door. He didn't hurt me but there was no escaping his grip, which felt like an iron clamp around my forearm.

  Ridiculously, I skittered after him on five-inch heels, a cocktail dress with cleavage down to my belly button and a hemline which stopped just under my ass cheeks. Great, Roxy. You really have a knack for dressing for the occasion.

  "You can't just take me to your house. In case you weren't aware, as an officer of the law, taking someone captive is called ‘kidnapping’ and it’s illegal. Besides I don't have any of my things."

  "Not important. What matters is you'll be safe with me. I can buy whatever you need. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

  Buck and I had known each other since elementary school and it was a little bit weird having lustful-floozy flashes flame throughout my body, brought on by the guy I used to build tinker toy castles with. He was a far cry from that little boy now. Every inch of him screamed masculinity and honestly, it wasn't the worst thing I could think of being dragged off to his home.

  "Look, I'm in rehabilitation. One of the things I learned in jail is I’ve got to equip myself to be independent and take care of my own self. I don't need you to rescue me!"

  Maddeningly, his gigantic shoulders bounced up and down with his laughter at my statement.

  "What!?"

  "It's just so funny you think you actually have a say in this. Where have your choices gotten you so far, Roxy?"

  Okay, he had a point.

  Six months in jail had spun my head right around and helped me see how selfish I had been since our mom passed away. I had inflicted harm on the people I loved most all because I couldn't accept mom had died. I was so very angry. I lived and breathed fury.

  OK, fury fueled by frickin’ mania. Who knew?

  "You're right," I said. "I thought I knew so much when really I didn't know anything at all. My stupidity landed me in jail but I honestly think it might have been the best thing to ever happen to me. I was just so full of rage, you know?"

  Finally, I began to cry. It wasn't the pretty, dabbing at the edge of your eye with a hanky type crying either. It was an outburst of tears that came from deep in my chest. I couldn't do anything to stop the sobs and my nose began to drip.

  "Shhhh, let daddy take care of you, baby girl. You've had it rough. You just need a break is all."

  Buck opened the door of his Dodge Charger and actually scooped me up like a bride carried over the threshold and set me down on the seat. He pulled a pack of tissue from his glove compartment and held one up for me to blow on. Oh God, all of my defenses were down. No make up, my hair wasn't done, and I was wearing this ridiculous dress in the middle of the day. What else did I have to lose?

  “Honk!” I was weak and emotionally spent. I blew it all out, all of my regret, all of my sadness, and all of my shame.

  Oh sure, they would be back for a visit. But for now I felt empty. Calm. Safe.

  He stood up to his full six foot five height and smiled down on me, "better?"

  I nodded feebly and he kissed the top of my head. Humbled by his tender kindness and still unsure of what the hell we were doing. Buck had never shown an ounce of interest, as in boy likes girl interest, towards me before.

  "Well okay then, let's go home."

  "Your house is so pretty.” The outside was a typical Victorian without the fancy gingerbread trim. The square lines were masculine, it had a huge front porch with two glide rockers placed just so for enjoying the small town view.

  We stepped into the foyer of Buck’s house. Of course he bought it from his grandparents as soon as he graduated with his degree in criminal justice so they could use the sale proceeds for an assisted living facility. He was always so sensible: becoming a sheriff when he was hardly old enough to vote. I thought he was boring at the time, but today, walking onto the gleaming hardwood of his immaculately clean floors he was anything but.

  While in jail I thought nonstop about how I would survive. I had wrecked my sister's boyfriend’s pet project and probably owed him tens of thousands of dollars, which I couldn't afford. There was no way I could pay for a place to live without a job and the usual means I relied upon to get
me by a.k.a. other people's money.

  As if he heard my thoughts, he said, "Don't think you're getting off so easy, squirt."

  I looked at him, puzzled.

  "Easy? I mean huh I guess you're right. It could have been worse, I had no business driving that night and might have killed someone. Put that way, I got off easy three times."

  "You got lucky. But did you actually learn your lesson? I don't think so."

  "If six months in jail didn't teach me a lesson, I don't know what will."

  "All going to jail teaches you is the importance of not getting caught. It teaches you how to be a better criminal."

  "Criminal! I’m not a criminal. You sound just like a cop, Sheriff."

  "Oh, so you didn't steal? More than once? You didn't take things from people that didn't belong to you?" He crossed his arms across his chest and stood in front of me like a freaking telephone pole.

  I had never seen Buck so upset before. Whenever he was around me he was a kind of gentle giant, nonthreatening and to tell you the truth I even thought of him as a little bit asexual. He never came on to me like most men did and batted away my efforts to flirt like a cat with his toy.

  "This is where payback really happens, brat. I am your jury, judge, and executioner."