Protector Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  Jeez. She sulked for a moment then she realized how much stuff he was adding to the cart. She reached for the tablet with a squeal. “I’ll do it.”

  He gave her a look. “All right. But I want to see several things in that cart or you’re in trouble, understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Okay, that just slipped out. But a pleased look entered his face.

  “Gonna clean up the kitchen. Then I’ll be up to pay for it.”

  No, he wouldn’t. Because she knew her credit card number off by heart.

  “What’s the address here?”

  “I’ll put it in when I get back up,” he told her.

  Shoot. There went her plan.

  “And don’t think I don’t know what you were planning on doing, brat,” he said in a low rumbly voice that did things to her. “Just so you know, if you’d succeeded, you’d be lying on your tummy for the rest of the day.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock as he walked out of the room.

  21

  She was so bored.

  After ordering some coloring pens and a coloring book, the karaoke machine and a microphone, along with a board game, he’d taken the tablet from her and then he’d gone through some limits with her. That had been kind of embarrassing, nothing like talking to the man you thought was hot about how you felt about anal play.

  Which, by the way, she was totally hot for, but tried to downplay in case he wasn’t. Which she then got told off about and was informed that if she held back again, she’d be made to keep a ginger plug in her bottom for ten minutes.

  She’d been totally truthful after that.

  Although now she couldn’t stop thinking about ginger plugs.

  After that conversation, she’d been given orders to rest, then he’d left. But resting was boring. Especially when she wasn’t tired. So she’d snuck into her bedroom and grabbed her eReader and laptop.

  After Skyping back home and talking to everyone, she’d settled under the covers of the bed with Chompers and one of her favorite books to reread.

  This was one written by CJ Bennett. About a Little on a ranch in Texas who had three daddies. Three! She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t even find one.

  Well . . . that’s not quite true now, is it?

  She couldn’t find one who wanted to keep her, that was.

  Push the hurt deep inside, Millie.

  She’d just gotten to a scene where the naughty heroine was about to be spanked for putting herself in danger by going out riding alone when the door opened. She gasped. She’d gotten so caught up in the story that she hadn’t realized it was close to lunchtime. She was also so turned on that she could feel the slickness on her thighs when she rubbed them together.

  Uh oh.

  “What are you doing?” Spike rumbled.

  “Umm, oh, reading a story.” She fumbled with her eReader, quickly turning it off.

  “You shouldn’t be on a screen,” he scolded.

  “I got bored. I can’t just lie here all day. Can I get up and rest in the living room?”

  He set the tray down on the bedside table. “So long as you promise to lie on the sofa and not move.”

  “Pinky promise.” She held up her pinky.

  As he stood there, staring at her finger, she realized what she was doing. Idiot. She started to drop her hand, when he reached out and wrapped his little finger around hers. “Pinky promises are sacred.”

  Warmth flooded her. He wasn’t rejecting her.

  “Oh, I know. They’re the most sacred of all the promises.”

  “After lunch I’ll carry you downstairs.”

  “You don’t have to carry me, I’m. . .” she broke off as he scowled at her. Right, no putting herself down. She didn’t want a spanking.

  Well, maybe she did.

  She really wasn’t sure.

  “I’m not an invalid,” she added hastily.

  “Nice save, but I’ll carry you. Eat.”

  “Yum, ham and cheese are my favorite,” she sang, grabbed a sandwich and bit into it enthusiastically.

  Then she realized he was watching her.

  “Oh, sorry.” She placed the sandwich down and tried to eat like a normal person.

  Such a doofus.

  “Why?”

  “Umm, I’ve been told I get a bit too enthusiastic about things.”

  “Seems to me that you just enjoy life. And you like to show that. Nothing wrong with being enthusiastic.” There was something almost sexy in the way he said that. Was he talking about enthusiasm in the bedroom?

  Holy. Hell.

  “My ex used to gag me while we were having sex because I was too loud.”

  He blinked.

  Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

  “I cannot believe I just blurted that out.” She groaned and whacked her face with her palm.

  Queen. Of. The. Dorks.

  “Stop that,” he gently chastised. “Look at me.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because maybe then I can pretend I never said that?” Where was that hole when she needed it?

  “Baby, look at me.”

  Shit. Maybe if he’d gotten all growly, she could have resisted. But that was his gentle voice. That croon that just did it for her.

  Of course his rough, growly voice did it for her too.

  So, you know, she was screwed either way.

  “That guy was an asshole. Sometimes I might gag you, but mostly I want to hear every cry, every shout, every sigh that comes from your mouth when I’m fucking you.”

  “He didn’t want his parents to hear us.”

  He leaned over her, his hands on the mattress on either side of her. “I don’t give a fuck who hears us.” He kissed her. And it was every bit as amazing as earlier.

  More. She wanted more.

  Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into her. “Please. More.”

  “Easy, baby.”

  She groaned as he drew back. “Finish your sandwich.”

  Millie was starting to think he was just a huge tease.

  “I’m not hungry.”

  Not for food anyway. Holy crap. CJ’s book was obviously turning her mind dirty. She rubbed her thighs together. She needed to clean up before going downstairs.

  “I don’t want to stop,” she confessed.

  “Fuck. Neither do I. But we’re not rushing this.”

  Why not? She wouldn’t be here forever. They didn’t have a lot of time. And she was on fire here. So much so she wondered if she could sneak a session with her vibrator in the shower. But then he’d told her she wasn’t allowed to do that anymore, hadn’t he?

  She stuck her lower lip out. “It’s not fair.”

  “What’s not fair, baby doll?” He tapped her lower lip.

  “Oh. Um. Nothing. Didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  He gave her a knowing look. “You turned on?”

  Her breathing quickened as he ran a finger down her cheek.

  “Just what were you reading before, huh?”

  “Nothing.” Her voice was high-pitched and sounded guilty as hell.

  “Nothing, huh? You’re looking a bit flushed. Too hot?”

  “No. I just need to go clean up a bit.”

  “Clean up?” he asked.

  Oh, she really didn’t want to explain that.

  “I’ll help you clean up.”

  “That’s not necessary,” she said frantically.

  “It’s Daddy’s job to make sure his girl is clean. And settled. And happy.”

  Shoot. Kill her now.

  “Let’s see where you need cleaning up.”

  Holy. Crap.

  He started pulling down the zipper of her onesie. She suddenly remembered that all she wore underneath were a pair of damp panties. While he’d already seen her naked, she wasn’t ready to repeat that in broad daylight while she was conscious.

  She grabbed his hand, stilling it. “I’m not
wearing anything underneath.”

  “I know.”

  “You just said we weren’t rushing into things.”

  “We’re not having sex. I’m just making you more comfortable.”

  “How is this making me more comfortable?” All it was doing was pushing her arousal higher. And if he wasn’t planning on doing anything about it, then they should probably stop now. He undid the zipper some more but didn’t pull the onesie apart to reveal her breasts.

  She watched him, her heart racing.

  “What were you reading, Millie? Be a good girl and tell Daddy the truth and he’ll reward you. Be naughty and Daddy will have to punish his girl.”

  His girl.

  Shit.

  Where was he getting this stuff from? What happened to taciturn, grouchy Spike? Him, she could handle. This side of him . . .

  She wasn’t sure she could ever let him go.

  “Millie, last chance.”

  “It was a Daddy Dom romance.”

  He kissed down her neck. “Tell me about it.”

  “There are these three men, brothers, who live on a ranch in Texas and they hired a housekeeper who is a Little. They’re all Daddies. They end up sharing her.”

  He leaned back, glaring down at her. “Share? I don’t share.”

  She blinked at him. “I didn’t think . . . I mean, it’s fiction. That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life.”

  “You have no idea of what goes on in real life.”

  Did he mean that really did happen? Wow.

  “I can barely handle one Daddy let alone three,” she muttered.

  “You won’t be handling me at all. I’m in charge in this relationship.”

  But they didn’t have a relationship, right?

  Semantics, Millie. He didn’t mean it like that.

  He’d reached her collarbone by now. She wished she was dressed in something sexy. Not a darn dinosaur onesie.

  “It turned you on, reading about that, didn’t it?” He cupped her breast.

  “Umm.”

  He stopped moving his hand, drawing his head back to look down at her. “Remember, honesty.”

  “Yes,” she squeaked.

  “What scene were you reading when I came in?” He grabbed her by the hips and drew her further down the bed so she was flat on her back while he sat, looming over her.

  Oh no. She really didn’t want to tell him that. But he’d stopped again. And she decided that was worse

  “She was about to get spanked,” she blurted out.

  “Is that so? What had she done to get spanked?”

  “She disobeyed her Daddies and went riding on her own when she wasn’t familiar with the ranch. She got lost and was away for hours and they were worried. So when she got back, she got bent over a hay bale and that’s where I was when you came in,” she told him. As she finished, she took in a gasping breath.

  “Very naughty, worrying her Daddies. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Because you’re my good girl.”

  “I don’t know how to ride.”

  “That wasn’t the issue and you know it. She disobeyed a rule. She put herself at risk. She worried her Daddies. They need to whip her ass with a belt. Then ground her.”

  He ran his hand up between her legs.

  “Hmm, still haven’t found where you need cleaning up.”

  Her heart raced. “I . . . I . . can do it.”

  “Oh no, it’s definitely Daddy’s job. Pull your legs up to your chest and hold them there.”

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me.”

  Holy crap. She raised her legs up, holding them behind the knees. He undid her drop seat, pulling it open and running a hand over her bottom.

  “Damn, this ass. Fucking edible.”

  She gasped as he leaned in and bit her bottom cheek lightly. Oh God, she was already so wet. She really wished she’d had the chance to change her panties before he had his face down there.

  “Somebody is very wet.” He ran a finger along her slit. “This all because of that scene?”

  “N-no.”

  “No? Why else are you wet?”

  “How come you’re so talkative now?” she moaned. “I’ve never had someone talk to me during. . . during whatever this is.”

  “Want me to shut up?”

  “Yes . . . no. Shoot. I think I like it.”

  He actually chuckled. “This wet pussy is anything to go by, you definitely like it.”

  A groan escaped her. “I need to go to the bathroom. Two minutes is all I need.”

  “You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to clean my girl up.” He pushed her panties to one side then leaning in, he ran his tongue along her lips. “Such a pretty tasting pussy.”

  She gasped as he circled her clit.

  Shoot. Shoot.

  Whimpers escaped her mouth as he lapped at her, feeding from her. He ran his tongue over her outer lips. “Got to get all of you clean.”

  Sliding his tongue down, he thrust it deep into her passage. She cried out, her back arching.

  Hell! Nobody had ever done this to her. Doug went down on her a few times, but it had always felt awkward and she’d finally told him that she didn’t like it.

  He’d seemed relieved.

  But this. . . far out, he was eating her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like her taste was something he desired.

  “Fuck, yes, baby. Cream for me.”

  Sweet heaven above.

  “Please. Oh, please.”

  Two fingers slid deep inside her, curling and rubbing against that spot that drove her insane.

  He sucked on her clit. “Fuck, could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Hmm, not a bad idea. How many times have you come in one session?”

  “Uh, um, once?”

  “Remedy that.”

  “You mean that multiple orgasms are really a thing? I don’t think I can do that. I get too sensitive.”

  “We’ll see,” was all he said before he reached up with one hand to free her breast. He toyed with the nipple, pinching it slightly as he tapped at her clit with his tongue.

  And that was all that was needed to send her up and over the edge. She spun. Her entire world contracted to just this moment, to the joy flooding her. He gentled his touch, prolonging the orgasm, making her shake, her pussy clenching.

  Slowly, he lapped at her, moving his tongue over her lips then he drew his fingers free from her pussy and sat up.

  “Open.” She parted her lips and he pushed his fingers inside. “Good girl. Suck.”

  She sucked. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She wasn’t this sort of girl. Under the sheets, in the dark, missionary style. That was her.

  But didn’t you always wonder if there was more?

  She used her tongue to clean his fingers, watching as heat filled his face.

  When he withdrew his fingers she whimpered in protest.

  “Someone likes sucking on things, huh?”

  There was definitely some innuendo in there.

  “Just Daddy’s big girl? Or his Little girl too?”

  What did he mean?

  He slid his wet fingers down to her nipple. “Does my baby ever suck her thumb? Or use a pacifier? A bottle?”

  “I’ve never . . . no.”

  But that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about it. She’d always imagined her Little was too old for that.

  Except when she was tired or feeling a bit down, she liked to snuggle with Chompers. And sometimes she’d wondered what it would be like to suck on her thumb, to use a bottle.

  “We can explore that.” Leaning in, he suckled on her nipple.

  She gasped. Oh hell. She felt that all the way down in her clit.

  Then he drew back with a sigh. “Got to stop before I’m tempted to go too far.”

  “But, umm, would you like me to, umm . . .” She stared down at his crotch. She’d given blow jobs before but she wasn’t sure she was all that good at them.

  “Look
at me.” She raised her gaze to his.

  “Much as the thought of your mouth around my dick is a fucking good one, this ain’t tit-for-tat. Another time, you can suck me off. But right now, you’re going to go relax on the couch, eat some food, rehydrate and rest. When you’re at a hundred percent, then we can explore further.”

  Wow. She’d never met a man who just gave without expecting anything in return.

  “Are you sure you’re real?”

  The skin around his eyes crinkled, as though he was fighting a smile. “Pretty damn sure. Stay here, I’m gonna get you some more clothes.”

  She lay back as he left the room. Her skin still felt all tingly, her nipples sensitive, the taste of her pleasure was on her tongue.

  When he walked back in, she was still lying there in a post-orgasm daze. He placed another onesie on the bed, along with a clean pair of panties. In his hand, he held a washcloth.

  “These are cute,” he said, holding up her blue onesie. It had a hood with white ears on it. “We should’ve ordered more of them.”

  She was blushing as she realized he’d gone through her panties.

  He’d touched her panties.

  Yikes.

  “Oh, um, I made them. I make all my clothes. Well, not my panties and bras. Could probably make panties, but I need bras with wire in them for my huge boobs.”

  His gaze went to her breasts and she realized one was still bare. Holy shit! How had she not noticed that? She squeaked and sitting, zipped up the onesie.

  “Fucking sexy breasts.”

  Well, he would think that. Most men loved boobs, right? They didn’t realize what a pain in the ass they could be.

  “Thanks for getting me my clothes, but I need to shower first.”

  He frowned. “Don’t want you showering alone. What if you feel faint and fall?”

  “I’ll be fine. Honest. I’m just tired now.”

  “No, Daddy will give you a bath tonight. Besides, you shouldn’t shower with your foot. I’ll just clean you up a bit. Lie back again.”

  “I don’t … I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you seeing me . . . naked,” the last word was whispered and she nearly rolled her eyes at herself.

  “Seen you naked already,” he pointed out.

  “Yes, but I wasn’t awake.”

  “That makes me sound like a pervert,” he said dryly.

  “What we just did . . . I’ve never before . . . I . . .”