Protector Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  When they entered the guest bedroom, she stiffened. She’d slept every night since her migraine in his bed. Was he trying to tell her he didn’t want her in there anymore? Did he not want her next to him? Did she snore? Talk in her sleep?

  “Can hear you thinking. Whatever it is, stop,” he commanded, setting her down on her feet.

  “Why are we in here? Did I snore? You should just roll me onto my side if I do that. Or is it the nightmares?”

  They’d become more frequent since she’d come to the city. She was wondering if it was guilt causing them.

  Because she was here on a mission. And that didn’t include playing out a fantasy with Spike. She hadn’t asked him at all today about that Devil’s Sinners.

  Because you don’t want to leave here. Leave him.

  “Brought you in here because some more things arrived for you today.” He pointed over at the bed where a number of items had been laid out. There were several rompers, one with a dinosaur and another with puppies and a third one with ruffles on the bottom.

  “That is sooo cute,” she exclaimed, immediately picking up the one with the ruffles. She glanced over at the panties, blushing at the thought of him buying them for her.

  There was also a pale lavender dress with a layered bottom that would barely cover her ass.

  Although maybe that was the point. Combined with the panties with ruffles and it would be freaking adorable.

  “This one?” He pointed to the one in her hand.

  She nodded and he helped her get into the romper. Apparently getting dressed on her own was a thing of the past. The romper was tighter than she would usually wear and she worried for a moment that she looked ridiculous in it.

  She twisted to try and look at her ass in the short pants. “My bottom isn’t sticking out is it?”

  “Oh yeah. Fucking hot.” His gaze was riveted on her ass and she found herself blushing.

  Well, okay, maybe if he thought she looked good she should stop worrying so much. It wasn’t always easy and she knew she would still feel self-conscious at times, but it helped to see the hunger in his gaze when he stared at her.

  To know this sexy, gorgeous guy wanted her.

  Even if he would never be hers. She had to make sure to remind herself of that so she didn’t get caught up in the idea of having him for good. That would just lead to heartache.

  And she couldn’t afford any more of that in her life.

  “Can I wear this tomorrow?” She held up the lavender dress and he gave her a nod, although she saw the way the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled. That was about as close to a smile as he got.

  She spotted another outfit. It was a pale pink leotard with a tutu attached.

  “For my dancing girl,” he told her.

  Tears actually filled her eyes. He’d bought her an outfit to dance in? It was seriously cute. Even though she didn’t think there was any way she could wear it.

  “I love it, Daddy. Thank you.”

  “Dance for me in it.”

  She knew he didn’t mean right now. But truth was, she wasn’t sure she could be comfortable wearing it in front of him, let alone dancing in it. So instead of saying anything, she set it down and skipped over to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Daddy, you’re spoiling me.”

  “You deserve it.”

  She wasn’t so sure about that.

  “Something else to show you.” He took hold of her hand and led her to the last bedroom. She’d never been in this one.

  Opening the door, he led her inside. She froze just in the doorway, looking on in shock.

  “What is this?”

  “This is for you.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t know how long you’ll be stuck here.”

  Stuck? She didn’t like the sound of that, but she pushed that thought aside as he kept going.

  “Remembered how you said you liked to sew, so I got you this?”

  He got her this? He’d just bought it for her? She walked closer, looking at the sewing machine reverently. It wasn’t just any sewing machine; it was the best on the market. And she knew that wouldn’t be a coincidence. Spike was methodical. He would have done his research and bought this one because it was the best.

  And also the most expensive.

  “I’ll pay you for it,” she blurted out.

  Immediately she wished the words back as his face grew dark. “What?”

  “Um, it’s just I know this is really expensive. I might not be here much longer. I mean, I shouldn’t stay much longer. I can’t. I have things I’m supposed to do. And it cost too much money for me to use for only a few days. And I suppose you could sell it when I’m gone. But if you’re gonna do that then I might as well buy it from you.” She paused to take in a gasping breath. She kept her gaze from his. She wasn’t feeling quite brave enough to look at him.

  Then he grasped her under the chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. “No.”

  She blinked, waiting for more.

  Really, she should have known better.

  “No? That’s just it. No?”

  “No. You are not paying for it.” The words were pushed out through gritted teeth.

  “But I have the money.”

  “No.”

  “But—”

  He placed his hand over her mouth. “For God’s sake, woman. Stop arguing. One more word about paying for it and that’s thirty minutes in time-out.”

  Well, that didn’t seem very fair. She wasn’t breaking any of the rules. And she didn’t think it was fair for him to pay for this on top of everything else.

  She stomped her foot in frustration. Then she slid her tongue out and licked him.

  “What’d I say to you about that tongue?” he drawled, removing his hand and giving her a hard, hot look.

  Uh-oh.

  She licked her lips. “You wouldn’t let me talk.”

  “Talking gets you into trouble.”

  Darn it. She certainly couldn’t argue with that. She watched him warily.

  Spike suddenly took a step towards her and with a squeak, she turned and raced off, heading down the hallway. Where she thought she was going to go, she had no idea, since she’d turned in the direction of his bedroom.

  27

  Running from him was a bad, bad idea.

  Didn’t she know never to run from a predator? He didn’t give a shit whether she had money or not. She wasn’t paying him back for a gift.

  Spike strode down the hallway, making his footsteps deliberately heavy to warn her he was coming. Normally, she’d accuse him of walking like a ballerina.

  Tonight, she got the hulk.

  He opened the door and stood in the doorway, looking around the room for his naughty girl.

  She wasn’t anywhere obvious, but he knew her preferred hiding places. Walking inside the room, he shut the door behind him and stalked over to the closet. Pulling the door open, he soon discovered she wasn’t in there. Climbing down so he could peer under the bed, he caught sight of a little foot. Grabbing the ankle, he gently tugged her out.

  “No! No, Daddy!”

  “Come out here, Millicent Margaret,” he said sternly. She froze, no longer fighting him. Nothing like the power of two names to tell a Little when Daddy was being serious.

  When she was out from under the bed, he picked her up and plonked her on the mattress, crouching over her. He grabbed her wrists in his hands and pulled her hands above her head.

  Her breath came in sharp pants, her breasts pushing against the buttons of the romper.

  “You’re in big trouble, little girl.”

  “I didn’t do nothin’.”

  He arched a brow. “Offering to pay for a gift? Stomping your foot in a tantrum? Running from Daddy?”

  “Well, when you put it like that it doesn’t sound so good. But Daddy, I was just—”

  This time he didn’t quiet her with his hand but with his mouth, pressing his lips to hers, he kept kissing her until she was soft and relaxed beneath him
. Then he slid his lips along her jaw to her ear. He knew how much she loved that.

  “You will not mention paying me again.” He kissed that spot beneath her ear. “Or there’s gonna be trouble. Hear me?”

  “Okay, Daddy. Thank you for my gifts.”

  “You’re welcome. I like your onesies.” He kissed his way down her neck. “Especially the drop seats.” He moved his mouth along her collarbone. “But these have something I like too. Can you guess what?”

  She knew she was blushing as he ran his finger over her nipple. The romper still covered her but her nipple grew instantly hard. Leaning in, he licked his tongue across it and she groaned.

  “Well?” he murmured. He toyed with her other nipple until her breath was coming in sharp pants, arousal flooding her.

  Christ. He always got so talkative during sex. Well, not sex since they hadn’t done that yet. He hadn’t even had an orgasm.

  Although he had promised to show her another use for that tongue if she ever licked him again.

  “The snap crotch?” she guessed.

  “Clever girl. Since you were naughty, you have to put your hands behind your head. No touching.”

  She pouted at that.

  “No sulking.” He tapped her lower lip.

  She sighed. “Daddy, that’s rather mean.”

  He gave her a look. “Could order you not to talk.”

  “No, no, let’s not be too hasty. No pouting. I get it.”

  “Something else arrived for you today.” He reached over and opened the drawer, pulling a damn anal plug.

  “Got you some training plugs. This is the small one.”

  That was the small one? Yikes.

  Next, he drew out a bottle of lube. Followed by a pair of handcuffs that had pink fluff on the inside but were made of solid steel. They could be fun.

  “Time for your punishment. Put those hands behind your head.”

  She slowly obeyed him. “Good girl.”

  Would she ever become used to hearing those words from his lips? Somehow, she thought not.

  “Gonna play with you but you cannot come. Understand? Come without permission and you’ll spend an hour in the corner tomorrow with a butterfly vibe on your clit and a plug up your ass.”

  Oh hell. Was he serious?

  She studied his face. She should have known better. When did Spike ever joke around?

  Leaning down, he sucked on her nipple through the cloth of her romper. She groaned, wanting to feel him without the material between them. He slid lower on the bed, lying between her legs, pressing them apart.

  Then he slowly undid the snap crotch. Her breath caught; her pulse raced. She was already wet. Hell, sometimes it felt like she was always wet around him.

  She couldn’t help it.

  He pushed the material away from her slick lips.

  “Is my baby already wet for me? Hmm?”

  She didn’t reply. Wasn’t like he couldn’t see the evidence himself. He kissed along the top of her thigh then smacked his hand lightly down on her pussy, making her cry out. “Answer me.”

  “Yes. Yes, I’m wet.”

  “Good girl. Fuck, you smell so damn good.” He spread her lips apart. She lay there with her hands behind her head. She wondered why he didn’t use the cuffs. It was so hard to keep her hands where they were, to stop herself from reaching for him.

  Maybe that was the point.

  He took a long slow lick that had her groaning, his tongue flicked at her clit. Once. Twice.

  God, yes.

  Felt so good. So darn good.

  Jeez, this was going to be even harder than she thought. How was she supposed to stop herself from coming when with every little touch nearly set her on fire?

  Her breath came faster as he ran his tongue slowly around her clit then he flicked it again. Once. Twice. Circled it.

  More. More.

  Suddenly, he sat up and flipped her over. He pulled her romper up over her butt. What was he doing? Was he going to spank her? But he ran his tongue along one ass cheek and over the other. Then he nipped her bottom gently.

  She whimpered.

  “Bend your legs, on your knees,” he commanded. “Keep your arms out in front of you, face pressed to the bed. No moving.”

  She curled her legs up, raising her ass. He ran a finger down the seam of her bottom then pulled it away. She half-expected a smack, instead she heard a squirting noise and then his finger was at her puckered entrance, slick with what had to be lube.

  “Deep breath in. Now out. Good girl. That’s it. Let me inside you.” He slid his finger inside her. “Fuck. So tight. So hot. Do you want Daddy’s cock inside your ass, baby girl?”

  He was killing her. Seriously. She had never had anyone talk to her like this. Not during sex. Not even that other Daddy Dom. Or wannabe-Daddy, as Spike liked to refer to him as.

  “Gonna answer me?”

  “Yes,” she groaned, knowing she wouldn’t get away with not saying anything. She also wouldn’t get away with lying.

  “That’s a good girl.” He drove his finger in and out of her ass. Holy. Hell. Felt so good. How could that feel so hot?

  He slid in a second finger, stretching her. There was a slight burn that soon morphed into something else. Something hotter.

  “Please. Please.”

  “What is it, baby girl?”

  “More. I need more.”

  “You want the plug?”

  What she wanted was to come. But she was also curious as to what being plugged would feel like.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Fuck, that’s sexy, seeing my fingers disappear into your ass. Do you need to come, baby?”

  “Yesss.”

  He slid his finger free from her ass then he nipped the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Too bad you were naughty and don’t get to, huh?”

  She groaned. He was so mean.

  He moved off the bed. She concentrated on trying to bring her breathing under control, to soothe the arousal surging through her blood. But before she could calm herself much, her ass cheeks were being parted and something slick and solid was pressed against her asshole.

  “Breathe in. Relax as you breathe out.” As she let the breath out, the plug was pushed deep inside her. Okay, it wasn’t much bigger than his fingers. But it felt so strange inside her ass. Solid. Thick.

  And damn, she was turned on. She heaved in a breath, feeling like she’d run a marathon. Every nerve ending had flared to life. More, she wanted more. She whimpered, wiggling her bottom, trying to get him to touch her.

  “Uh-uh-uh.” He smacked his hand down on her ass cheek. “No moving.”

  She let out a whine. “Pretty please.”

  “Nope.” Another smack on the other cheek.

  “With sprinkles on top?”

  “Definitely no.” Two more smacks. She cried out.

  “How about cherries and whipped cream?”

  “Dreaming, baby. Get on your back, baby doll. I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

  She turned carefully, the plug in her ass moving around.

  “All right, how about pretty please with a protein smoothie, sliced avocado and a shrimp on top?” she asked when he returned from the bathroom.

  He gave her a strange look. “That’s the most disgusting combination ever.”

  She shrugged. “Did it work? Please touch me.”

  “Touch you where?” There was a wicked glint in his eyes. Oh no.

  “Everywhere. My pussy. My clit. My breasts. Please.”

  “I’ll touch you.”

  Oh, thank goodness.

  “But you still don’t get to come.” Grabbing her legs, he drew her down to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor and spread the lips of her pussy. “Now stay very still. And no coming.”

  Torture. It was pure torture. The things he did with his tongue . . . well, if she knew something to confess, she would have given it up in the first thirty seconds. He drove her up to the edge of orgasm again and again befor
e pulling back.

  By the time he moved away from her pussy, she was certain hours must have passed. Sweat coated her skin, her nipples were hard, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants.

  He stood and leaned over her, kissing her. The taste of her was on his tongue, but she didn’t care. She needed his kiss. Craved it.

  When he drew back, she whimpered and tried to reach for him.

  “Uh-uh, stay where you are,” he reminded her.

  She put her hands back down. He stripped off his shirt. Holy shit. The man was gorgeous. He didn’t have as many tattoos as she’d thought a biker might have. She studied the one down his right arm. It was an image of a woman praying and a rose. She wondered if that was for his wife.

  Then he reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling off his jeans. She leaned up on one elbow so she could continue watching him. With his back turned to her, he slid down his boxers.

  Holy. Crap. Was she finally going to see him naked?

  He turned to her. His cock was thick and long.

  Delicious.

  Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. Did he think that his cock was ever going to fit in her ass? Because she didn’t think it likely.

  “You look terrified.”

  He crossed his arms over his thick chest as he stared down at her. She licked her lips.

  “No, nope, not at all. Me? Scared? Why would I be scared?”

  Jesus, you doofus. Way to be sexy and worldly. You’re acting like a complete dork.

  He raised his eyebrows, taking her in.

  “Sit at the end of the bed.”

  She slid down to the end of the bed then sat up. He knelt in front of her. His bed was high so they were now at about the same height. Leaning in, he took her lips in a far gentler kiss than she’d expected.

  “I would never do anything to hurt you, trust me?”

  She did. She really did. She didn’t care that she hadn’t known him that long. She wouldn’t have shown him her Little if she didn’t trust him.

  So maybe you should tell him everything.

  She wasn’t sure why she was holding back. In the beginning, she hadn’t wanted to talk about it with anyone. Now, she thought maybe it was because he didn’t offer anything personal about himself. He kept this wall up between them. It was probably for the best. He was so protective he might insist that she forget her mission and go home.