Heal Me, Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 8)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Love? What are you doing?”

  His sleep-roughened voice startled her and she turned, looking into the bedroom. He’d left the bathroom light on and she could see him climbing out of the huge bed.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I had a nightmare. You should go back to sleep.”

  He walked towards her then swept her up in his arms and carried her over to the sofa. He settled on the sofa. “What was your nightmare about?”

  She shuddered. “I can’t remember, I think that confrontation with Susan stirred things up in my mind.”

  He hugged her against him. “I’m sorry, love.”

  “It’s not your fault she’s a bitch who got fixated on you.” She leaned back. “You should go back to sleep. I’m going to stay up for a bit.”

  “No, you’re not,” he said.

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

  “What’s the rule when you wake up at night, Caley?” he asked. His voice was so calm that for a moment she missed the hint of steel.

  She straightened her back. Uh-oh. “Umm, I’m to wake you or Issy up. But—”

  “Did you wake me up?”

  “No. But—”

  “What happens when you break a rule, Caley?”

  She shifted around on his lap. “But—”

  “No buts,” he said sternly. “What happens?”

  “I get punished.”

  “Did you think that just because Issy wasn’t here that the rules didn’t apply?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “So how do you think I should punish you?”

  “Time-out?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  Standing, he carried her into the bathroom. He set her down in front of the counter.

  “Pull off your panties and nightie. Grasp hold of the edge of the counter then lean right over, spread those legs.”

  He picked up her hairbrush.

  Oh hell. She was in trouble.

  She stripped off her clothes and got into position. “Couldn’t we talk about this?”

  “What do you want to talk about?” he asked calmly.

  Standing, she turned. She looked around for something to say to delay the inevitable. “Umm.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Are you stalling?”

  Her shoulders slumped. “Maybe.”

  He shook his head.

  “You need a reminder of what happens when you break the rules. This is about your care. I want you to know you can come to me. About anything. Issy isn’t the only one who can take care of you.”

  There was a hint of something in his voice. Hurt? Vulnerability. She wasn’t used to hearing that from him. He always seemed so confident.

  She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “I know I can come to you with anything,” she told him. “You keep me grounded. You’re the person I go to when I need advice. You’re my sounding-board, my calm, my Archie. My Papa. And I love you with all my heart.”

  He leaned in and kissed her. When he drew back, his face was lighter and there was a small smile on his face. That disappeared as he pointed at her.

  “In position. Now.”

  She turned around and leaned over with her hands grasping the counter. There was no getting out of this now. The first smack of the hairbrush made her cry out. The second had her shifting on her feet.

  “Stay still, little one. You don’t want me to have to repeat any of these.”

  No, she definitely did not want that.

  Two more landed and tears dripped down her face. Then a sob broke free. By the time he reached eight smacks, her ass was on fire.

  Another two, one to each cheek and then he put the hairbrush down before she found herself lifted and turned, being cradled against Archer’s chest. He carried her into the bedroom and lay on his back with her sprawled over him.

  She sobbed into his chest, completely soaking through his pajama top.

  “Easy, baby. Hush, now, you’re going to make yourself ill. Shh. It’s all right, baby. Christ, did I hit you too hard? Caley, talk to me.”

  She became aware of the worry in his voice and forced herself to stop sobbing.

  He rolled them both so they were on their sides, facing one another then he leaned over her to grab a tissue, wiping her up.

  “Sorry. Sorry,” she said hastily.

  “Was I too harsh?”

  She shook her head. “It wasn’t the spanking. Or not just that. I think I needed the physical pain to let go of some of the pain inside me.”

  “Ahh, it was a cathartic cry.” He pulled her close and she settled her face against his chest with a hiccup.

  He rubbed his hand up and down her back and just held her until she’d settled. A yawn took her by surprise.

  “Hmm, maybe instead of pleasuring you when you can’t sleep, we should just be spanking you.”

  She stiffened. “I prefer the orgasms.”

  He chuckled then he lightly pressed her back so she was lying on her back. “What if you could have both?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t usually get pleasure after punishment.”

  “I’ll make an exception,” he told her as he moved between her legs and spread them wide before pushing up her nightie, “just this once.”

  Her breath stuttered as he swiped his tongue along her slit then swirled it around her clit.

  Well, if he wanted to make an exception then who was she to argue?

  37

  “I’m home!” Doc stepped into the apartment, setting his bag down by the door to take care of later. There was something more important he needed to do first.

  And that was feel his girl’s arms around him.

  Caley glanced up from where she was kneeling at the coffee table. She had a coloring book and pens in front of her. But as soon as she saw him, she dropped her pen and raced towards him.

  “Daddy! I missed you!”

  She jumped into his arms and he held her tight. He carried her to the sofa and sat with her on his lap. He didn’t want to let her go.

  “I missed you, baby doll.”

  He noticed she was wearing clothes he’d never seen before. Some tights with pictures of dachshunds on them and a T-shirt dress with Princess written across the chest.

  Seemed someone had taken her shopping. And let her Little loose.

  “Don’t go away again,” she demanded, waggling her finger at him.

  His lips twitched. “Believe me, I’ll try not to. Definitely won’t be going anywhere with Hunter Black again. That guy is cranky.”

  She broke out into giggles.

  “Hey! What’s so funny?”

  “It’s just you complaining about someone else being cranky. Your nickname is Dr. Cranky, Daddy.”

  He growled. “Well, he’s crankier than me. And he can’t cook for shit. And the lodge where we were staying was filthy. Spent half my time cleaning it.”

  “Poor Daddy.” She patted his cheek lightly.

  “Yes, feel sympathy for me. I missed you the entire time. I need cuddles and kisses to make up for it.”

  She laid kisses all over his face then hugged him tight. “Want to see my coloring?”

  “Of course.”

  She wiggled off his lap and held up the book that had been sitting on the coffee table.

  He glanced at the picture. “That’s gorgeous. Where’d you get the coloring book from, baby doll?”

  He hadn’t seen it before, either.

  “Papa bought it and the pens for me! He also took me shopping yesterday for new clothes.” She got up and did a twirl, nearly tripping over her own feet.

  Archer jumped up and grabbed her, steadying her as she giggled. “Whoops.”

  “Steady, poppet. We don’t want you getting hurt.” Archer spoke calmly but with a note of command. Then he picked their girl up, sitting with her on his lap.

  The look of happiness on his brother’s face made Doc smile in response. Fuck. This felt so righ
t. Coming back to the two of them was coming home.

  “Papa?” he asked.

  Archer shrugged. “Figured having two daddies was a bit confusing.”

  “Well, it’s about damn time,” Doc muttered to him.

  Archer just rolled his eyes.

  “Come back and give Daddy more cuddles, baby doll,” he commanded. “He’s had you all weekend.”

  She bounced back over to him with a giggle as Archer just smiled. She plopped down on his lap.

  “Tell me about your weekend.”

  She proceeded to go through their shopping trip, playing with bubbles, and the fact that Papa went through a drive-through instead of some fancy, stuffy restaurant.

  “Fast food, huh?” Doc raised his eyebrows at his brother.

  Archer shrugged. “It’s okay once in a while, right? Poppet, you’re leaving a few things out.”

  She hunched her shoulders. “I didn’t want to talk about that.”

  “Caley,” Archer said warningly.

  Okay, now he really had to know. He grabbed her chin, turning her face up to his. “What happened?”

  “Papa spanked me.” Her lower lip poked out adorably.

  “Did he just? Why is that?”

  “’Cause I woke up and didn’t wake him.”

  Doc shook his head. “Well, then, sounds like you deserved it.”

  She sniffled pathetically.

  “You know that Daddy would have spanked you for that as well. You have rules and both Daddy and Papa are going to make sure you follow them.”

  She sighed. Long and loud.

  “That’s not all,” Archer said with a frown. “Susan, my ex-personal assistant spat some vile at Caley.” His brother proceeded to tell him about the bitch from hell and everything she’d said.

  When he was finished, Doc turned to look down at Caley. “You wanted to kick her ass?”

  “Well. Yeah. She made me mad.”

  He grinned. “That’s my girl.” He stretched. “I need sleep. And decent food. And then I need to go home. Who’s with me?”

  “Me!” Caley stuck her hand up in the air, waving it around.

  “Me too. I am more than ready to go home.”

  She moaned as Archer circled her nipple with his tongue. Issy moved down her stomach, kissing along it until he reached her mound.

  Pushing her legs apart, he lay on his stomach between them, spreading her pussy lips to lick at her juices. She clenched down on the huge plug in her ass that Issy had inserted earlier after her bath.

  And she’d hoped that tonight was the night. The night they were going to take her together.

  They’d been leading up to this, increasing the size of her plugs over the time they’d been here in Dallas.

  But enough was enough.

  She wanted to know what it was like to have them both inside her at the same time.

  Issy lapped at her clit as Archer moved his mouth from her nipples to her mouth. He kissed her. She felt her arousal peaking.

  He drew back, staring down at her. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  She smiled up at him. Then she groaned as Issy flicked her clit. “Please!”

  “Not yet, love. Not until we’re inside you. Then you can come.”

  She pouted. That wasn’t fair.

  “Issy, she’s ready,” Archer said. He reached over for some condoms, handing one to his brother.

  Issy moved so he was lying on his back on the bed. “Come here, girl.”

  “Crouch over him on all fours so I can pull the plug out,” Archer commanded.

  She straddled Issy and he placed his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him so he could kiss her. She felt Archer spreading her ass cheeks then tugging on the plug. He drew it gently out. She moaned quietly and then Issy let her go. He grasped hold of his cock, guiding it inside her. She sighed with enjoyment as he filled her.

  She placed her hands on his muscular chest as she moved up and down his thick shaft.

  “God, you feel so good!”

  “Fuck, yes.” His jaw clenched, hunger filling his face. “Hurry the fuck up, Archer. I’m not going to last long. She’s sucking on me.”

  “I’m coming,” Archer grumbled. He pressed on her back and she lay against Issy. He held her hips as she felt Archer put more lube on her back passage. Then his cock nudged up against her back hole.

  “Deep breath in, Caley,” Issy told her. “That’s it, now out. Relax.”

  As she let her breath out, Archer started pushing his way inside her. It stung and for a moment she worried it was too much. That she couldn’t take him. But he paused, letting her adjust and Issy drew her lips against his, kissing her, distracting her.

  Archer drove forward. Until he was fully seated inside her. Both of them filling her.

  “All right, love?” Archer asked from above her.

  She was surrounded by them, filled by them and she felt so right, so good, she could barely breathe.

  “Yes. Move. Please.”

  “Doesn’t have to ask me twice,” Issy muttered.

  Archer slid back as Issy drove her down on him. Then Archer pushed inside her ass again. God, it felt so good. It wasn’t long until she was writhing between them. Archer groaned above her. “She feels amazing. So tight. So hot.”

  “Tell me about it, brother.”

  “Less talking, more making Caley come,” she demanded.

  They both stalled. No. No, no, no.

  “She’s sassy,” Archer said.

  “Bossy.” Issy gave her a stern look.

  “Remind me to spank her. After,” Archer grunted.

  “With pleasure.”

  Archer reached around and slipped his hand between their bodies, toying with her clit. She cried out, clenching down around them.

  “Fuck!” Issy grabbed her hips, holding her as he pounded inside her. Archer held still for the moment, concentrating on her pleasure.

  “Come, love,” he said quietly.

  “Come. Now,” Issy demanded.

  And, ever obedient, she obeyed. She came with a loud cry, spiraling up and up then falling with a crash. She heard Issy swear as he gave a final thrust. Then Archer moved faster, harder until he roared with his own release.

  They both rolled, keeping her sandwiched between them as they lay on their sides.

  She never wanted to leave.

  Then Issy sat up and shuffled off the bed.

  “Noo,” she groaned. “Archer, make him come back to bed.”

  Issy reached over to drag her out as well. She let out a yell of surprise as he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. “We’ve got a long journey home. I want to get an early start. Especially now that Archer has added on a detour.”

  They were leaving Dallas today, driving back to Sanctuary in Archer’s car. Doc had been teasing him about what he was going to do with a city car in the country.

  When she’d asked about bringing her own truck down to the ranch, both men had just glared at her. She’d figure it out. With a bit of work she was certain her truck could get up to a high enough standard for them to let her drive it.

  Maybe.

  Archer sighed. “It’s not that I want to go talk to them. But I think I have to.”

  Issy just grunted. “Well, you’re not going alone.”

  “Issy, you don’t have to come talk to them with me, you can wait at a hotel with Caley.”

  “We’re family, aren’t we?” Issy said abruptly.

  “Yeah,” Archer replied huskily. “We’re family.”

  “Then I’m coming with you. We do this together.”

  “I’m coming too,” she said, trying to wiggle off Issy’s shoulder. He slapped her ass again.

  “You are not,” Issy barked.

  “Absolutely not,” Archer agreed.

  They were ganging up on her. She sighed. She had a feeling this would be her life from now on.

  And she couldn’t be happier.

  She shifted around on her seat
nervously as they drove through the Chicago suburbs. It had taken a couple of long days of driving to get here. Issy was relentless in his desire to get home. She thought it was mostly because he hated staying in hotels and eating out.

  “Poppet, do you need to go potty?” Archer asked her.

  Oh hell. For a man who hadn’t been certain he was a Daddy Dom, he sure caught on quickly. Her face was bright red as he turned in the front seat to look at her.

  “No, Papa.”

  “You’re moving around like you do. Daddy can find a toilet.”

  “Told you we shouldn’t have let her drink that giant coffee this morning,” Issy grumbled.

  “Stopping for a few minutes isn’t going to add anything onto our journey, you old grump,” Archer replied.

  She giggled quietly.

  “What’s so funny?” Issy asked from the driver’s seat.

  “Nothing, Daddy,” she said sweetly. “I’m okay, I don’t need the toilet.”

  “If you don’t need the potty why can’t you sit still?” Archer asked.

  Damn it. Couldn’t he leave this alone?

  “Maybe it’s because someone was mean and spanked me last night,” she muttered.

  “That’s because someone was naughty and wasn’t using her pacifier,” Archer reminded her.

  “I think that spankings shouldn’t be allowed on a road trip,” she said sulkily. She’d already tried this argument before and lost.

  “I’m starting to think that someone needs a nap,” Issy said. “Maybe we should stop at a hotel for the night and go to their house tomorrow.”

  Their house. Not his house. She bit her lip. She knew Issy was so grouchy because he was nervous. From the look Archer shot his brother, she could tell he’d worked that out as well.

  “You don’t have to go in, Issy. I’m happy to go alone.”

  “We’ve already had this argument,” Issy replied.

  He they pulled down a tree-lined street. The houses here were all large, set on big lots. Easy to tell that it was a wealthy neighborhood. This is where they’d grown up? She looked around curiously. Issy pulled into a circular driveway and parked in front of a gray stone house. She peered up at the house. It seemed so cold. So dark. She couldn’t imagine two small boys living here.