Protector Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  And she couldn’t do that.

  “I trust you,” she whispered.

  The look he sent her was filled with satisfaction. An alpha male who’d gotten exactly what he wanted. And expected. Because nothing less would be acceptable.

  Moving between her legs, he kissed along her inner thigh. He slid his lips closer to her pussy. Maybe she should have felt in a position of dominance. Of power. But there was no mistaking who was in charge.

  It was him. Always him.

  The boss.

  He spread her pussy lips and buried his tongue deep inside her.

  “Please, oh please. More. I need to come.”

  Flicking at her clit, he slid a finger deep into her pussy. She groaned. The plug in her ass just drove her arousal higher and higher. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. She needed to come so badly. Just as she thought she was going to come, he drew away.

  “Noo,” she groaned. Why was he torturing her?

  “Think you won’t offer to pay me for a gift again, yes?” he said in that evil voice.

  She glared up at him, her whole-body quivering with need. “Damn it.”

  “That your answer?” He cocked an arrogant eyebrow.

  “Nooo. I won’t, Daddy. Promise.”

  “Good.” Suddenly, he stood. What was he doing? Wasn’t he supposed to be giving her an orgasm? “Time to show you what happens when you stick that tongue out.”

  Oh crap. Her gaze went to his cock.

  She licked her lips, nerves and excitement dancing inside her. “I might not be very good.”

  “Doll, just get your mouth around my cock.”

  She leaned in, wrapping her hand around the base. He was smooth but hard. She ran her tongue over the tip, jerking back slightly as he groaned.

  “Wrong?”

  “Fuck no. Only wrong thing is if you use too much teeth. Or stop. Got me?”

  Okay then. She swirled her tongue around the head again, then took him slowly into her mouth. She ran her hand up and down the base.

  “Squeeze harder, fuck yes. That’s it.”

  Sucking on him harder, she squeezed him tighter.

  “Fuck, doll. So fucking good.”

  Her confidence grew as she drew back and swirled her tongue around the head once more. Then she sucked him in quick, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. She choked slightly; he was big but the groan he emitted made it worth a bit of discomfort.

  She slid her hand down her stomach towards her clit. Maybe she could multi-task. Her clit was throbbing, his need was driving her own higher and higher.

  “No touching yourself,” he commanded.

  She froze, gaping up at him. He stared down at her through half-lidded eyes.

  She slid her mouth off his dick. “But that’s not fair.”

  “Punishment, remember?”

  This punishment sucked. “Can’t I just have a spanking?”

  “Keep sulking and you’ll end up in the corner with the butterfly vibe on your clit.”

  Oh, hell no. “Not sulking. See?” She gave him a wide, big smile.

  He gave her a knowing look. “Get on the bed on your knees, arms out in front of you, face pressed to the mattress.”

  Was he taking out the plug? She got into position as he walked around the side of the bed. She turned her head to watch him sliding on a condom.

  Holy. Hell. It was happening. He was finally having sex with her.

  He crouched down so they were at eye-level. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she squeaked then cleared her throat. Rising, he moved behind her, spreading her legs. He ran his hands down her ass then slapped one cheek. Then the other. She groaned. They weren’t hard smacks. Just enough to warm her cheeks. To make her heart race.

  Tugging at the plug, he slowly drew it out.

  Oh hell. Oh hell.

  When it was completely out, she almost begged him to put it back. She must have made some noise because he ran his hand over her bottom.

  “Easy, doll. There will be lots of chances to plug you.”

  That sounded rather ominous. But she wasn’t worried. Unless he was talking about a ginger plug. Then maybe she should be slightly worried.

  She didn’t see where he put the plug. Frankly, at this point, she didn’t care either.

  Moving in behind her, he ran a hand down her back. Almost soothingly. Then his cock nudged at her entrance.

  Their groans mixed together as he entered her. “Fuck me. Wet. Hot. Fuck.”

  She was shocked at the feel of him. He was huge, stretching her but there was no pain. She was wet and ready for him. He slid in deep then paused.

  “Doll. Feels so good.”

  She was incapable of speech, of anything except for the small cries that escaped her as he started to move. In and out. Slow at first. Then he built up speed until he was slamming into her.

  The urge to touch herself was so strong. She knew it wouldn’t take much. Just a few flicks of her finger and she’d fall over the edge. It was only his threat of making her wear a butterfly vibe that kept her from moving.

  “So fucking close.”

  She needed to come so bad.

  He slid over her, his chest against her back, surrounding her in his warmth, his strength. His teeth grazed the outer shell of her ear. “I shouldn’t let you come. Should teach you a lesson. You’ve made me soft.”

  She doubted it.

  Please, please, please.

  She was uncertain whether she said those words out loud or not. She clenched down around him. Needing him.

  Finally, he flicked at her clit.

  “You can come, doll.”

  Just a few short flicks of his finger and she was screaming as she squeezed his dick, coming, her entire body shaking. She barely heard his own release. Barely even felt him drawing out of her as she collapsed on the bed.

  She was so relaxed. She couldn’t even bring herself to roll over as he climbed off the bed. There was the sound of running water then Spike turned her onto her back. She kept her eyes shut. He could do what he wanted. She was just going to lie here.

  “Legs apart,” he commanded.

  She spread her legs, then tensed as a warm cloth was placed over her pussy. She reached down to grab the cloth and he gave her hand a light slap.

  “Leave it. I’m big. You’re small. It will soothe you.” He peered down at her thoughtfully. “Do you need a bath?”

  She yawned. Maybe she should be embarrassed at lying there naked with a warm cloth between her legs. But for some reason, she wasn’t. Perhaps because he was so matter-of-fact about it all.

  “No. Tired. Sleep.”

  Spike gave her a searching look then nodded. “All right. If you’re sore tomorrow you can have a bath.”

  Heat filled her cheeks at the thought. But she nodded. He removed the cloth once it had cooled then climbed into bed.

  He pulled her onto his chest so she was lying on top of him, his favorite position for sleeping. And frankly, it had become her favorite too. To the point that she wondered how she was ever meant to sleep again without him surrounding her.

  28

  “Hi everyone!” She smiled into the laptop. Or she tried to.

  For some reason, she’d woken up feeling a bit melancholy. Last night had been amazing. And Spike had woken her up this morning with his tongue on her clit. But then he’d pulled back. Instead of holding her afterwards, he’d immediately gotten up to shower. Which is where he was now.

  You’re expecting too much. This isn’t a proper relationship.

  It’s just that he ran so hot and cold sometimes that she couldn’t keep up. He was protective to the point of being ridiculous. She wasn’t to touch anything in the kitchen on her own. She couldn’t run up and down the stairs. She couldn’t bathe by herself. Or go far from the house.

  He’d even done some research on good nutrition for vegetarians and had groceries delivered with plenty of protein alternatives for her. She’d never eaten so
well in her life.

  But at the same time, it felt like he kept this distance between them. He spent most of his days in the office. Sure, he came out for movies or to feed her meals and snacks. He always got up early and let out Mr. Fluffy then would bring her coffee in bed. He would ask her if she was feeling okay, and get on her case if she didn’t eat right or drink enough fairy juice.

  However, spending most of her days alone was wearing on her. So was the fact that she had things to do and couldn’t even leave the house. She was kind of lonely. And she didn’t feel like she had the right to ask him for more. Maybe he didn’t want to play with her Little. Maybe all her singing and dancing around the house just annoyed him.

  It’s all for the best. You can’t go getting attached. Or falling in love with him.

  That would be a disaster.

  “What’s wrong?” Mr. Spain barked through the computer screen. “Why is she grimacing? Is she in pain? Did she hurt herself?”

  “I’m fine, Mr. Spain,” she told him patiently. “I was smiling.”

  “What? She was what?”

  “She was smiling, you old fart,” Mrs. Spain said.

  “What? Why do I care if she’s going to Walmart?”

  Millie shook her head with a real smile this time.

  “How are you, dear?” Mrs. Larsen asked. “Are you still staying with that boy?”

  Mrs. Larsen considered anyone under the age of sixty to be a boy.

  “Yes. I’m still here.”

  “What’s wrong? Are you unhappy there?” Reverend Pat asked. “Has he done something to you?”

  “Who did something to our eagle?” Andrey asked in his big booming accented voice.

  “Eagle?” He’d never called her that before.

  “Ya. Others say dove, but why would you wish to be a dove when you could be an eagle?”

  Okay, she wasn’t in the mood to explain that one.

  “I’m fine. No one has done anything to me. I’m just impatient and cranky from sitting around and doing nothing.”

  Which wasn’t a lie. She’d never been good at waiting around. And it felt like nothing was happening, even though Spike had explained that he had people working on finding Corey, the Devil’s Sinners’ jerk.

  “What’s going on with all of you?”

  She heard the shower turn off as Mrs. Spain started talking about her garden and how the rabbits had gotten into her carrots.

  Suddenly, her voice dried up and her mouth dropped open. “Mrs. Spain? Are you all right?” Was she having a seizure? Drool actually appeared in the corner of her mouth. Was she having a stroke?

  “Mrs. Spain?”

  “Is that your man, Millie?” Mrs. Larsen said loudly.

  She turned to look over her shoulder, finding Spike there. His back was to them, his towel hanging precariously around his hips as he grabbed a T-shirt from his drawers.

  “Umm. That’s Spike.” He wasn’t her man. But she didn’t want to get into that with her friends.

  “Well, hello there, handsome,” Mrs. Spain practically purred.

  “Mrs. Spain,” she managed to splutter out.

  Spike turned and gave her a curious look.

  “Um, these are some of my friends from back home. This is Spike, who I’m staying with.” And fucking. And who is my temporary Daddy. But there’s no real emotion between us. Well, that’s not true there is from me to him just not vice versa. Because he still loves his dead wife and how can I compete with that?

  News flash. I can’t.

  Spike gave everyone a wave. “You okay?” he asked her.

  She nodded woodenly and he walked into the bathroom again, presumably to get dressed where he wouldn’t be ogled.

  “Who was that?” Mr. Spain demanded.

  “Millie’s man,” Mrs. Spain replied.

  “The milkman? Why is the milkman in Millie’s bedroom?”

  Millie started giggling as everyone tried to correct the deaf older man. Even Mr. Fluffy started barking as though to add his two cents worth.

  Okay, so maybe Spike would never love her. Or want anything more from her than what they now had. But she did have people who loved her.

  And she should be grateful for that.

  * * *

  “Please, pretty please with kale and chia seeds on top.”

  “Kale and chia seeds?”

  Standing on the other side of his desk with her hands in the prayer position, she batted her eyelashes at him.

  He should send her away. After all, begging didn’t work with him. He was immune to it.

  Right. Sure you are, idiot.

  When he’d first insisted on bringing her home, he’d known he was making an idiotic move. He’d told himself that he could keep her safe without caring about her.

  Yeah. That had worked.

  All too soon, she’d started working her way under his skin. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t a forever thing. He’d been keeping as much distance as he could from her physically. But he knew that hurt her. He’d seen the flashes of pain in her eyes when he’d brushed off her attempts to pull him into one of her games.

  The house was filled with laughter and sunshine again. He should hate it. After all, she was bringing out feelings in him. Things he didn’t want. He liked his lonely, dark existence.

  It was his punishment for his failings.

  So yeah, he should tell her no. Send her away so he could hide in his study and pretend that he didn’t long to play with her. To watch her as she danced and sang. To wince as she attempted to play the damn keyboard he’d bought her. The woman sang like a dream. But she couldn’t play the keyboard for shit.

  “Too dangerous,” he told her shortly. “Order it online.”

  He knew his words were too harsh when she winced. “Okay.” Her shoulders slumped and she turned away.

  Stay strong. Stay strong.

  Fuck. Even that damn dog gave him a reproachful look. Great, he was likely to end up with something disgusting in his shoes later or under his pillow or between the sheets on his side of the bed.

  Stay strong.

  Fuck it.

  “Wait,” he said on a sigh. “We’ll go.”

  She half-turned. She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry. I should never have asked. I’m gonna take Mr. Fluffy to play outside for a while, okay?”

  “Doll, come here.”

  She shook her head.

  Oh, being stubborn was she?

  “Gonna count to five, and if your cute butt isn’t over here in that time then it’s gonna be a cute red butt.”

  Her eyes narrowed and he could tell she was thinking about defying him.

  “One.”

  She didn’t move.

  “Two.”

  Nothing.

  “Did I mention you’ll be standing in the corner with your butt on display for ten minutes after? Th—”

  Before he even got the number out, she was flying across the room and flinging herself into his lap. She placed her hand over his mouth.

  “I’m here. I’m here.”

  He carefully removed her hand. “Here’s what’s happening. No arguments. I’ll take you to the store but you’ll follow the rules.”

  “What rules?” she asked suspiciously.

  “You do exactly as I say when I say.”

  “Well, that sure covers a lot of ground,” she muttered.

  He gave her a stern look.

  “Okay, but are you sure? Because I don’t want you to think you have to take me. I’ll order the material online and just wait.”

  He placed a finger against her lips. “Hush.”

  She pretended to zip her mouth and throw away the key. Right. If only he believed that.

  “You won’t be out of my sight. At all.”

  “What if I have to pee?”

  “Pee before we leave.”

  “But what if I still have to go? I have a rebellious bladder.”

  A rebellious bladder?

 
“It always needs to go whenever I tell it that it can’t.”

  Dear. Lord.

  “Then we’ll be going in the family bathroom.”

  Her eyes widened. “I’ll tell it to behave.”

  He nodded. “We go to one store. No more than an hour. No complaints.”

  “Sir, yes, sir.”

  He set her on her feet with a sharp smack to her bottom for her smart mouth.

  “Go upstairs. Walk,” he warned knowing her penchant for rushing everywhere and getting hurt. “Change your clothes into something less noticeable.”

  She stiffened.

  Fuck. He realized too late that he’d likely insulted her. Today, she was wearing a pretty blue dress with white polka dots that he knew she had made herself. She looked cute as fuck.

  And you just told her to get out of it.

  “I didn’t—”

  “Okay,” she said quietly. “What would you like me to wear?”

  He sighed. “Listen to me. I didn’t mean to insult you, doll. Think you look cute in that dress. I love all your outfits. But if we’re going out, I don’t want to draw attention.”

  “I highly doubt that any of the Devil’s Sinners are going to be shopping at the fabric store,” she pointed out.

  He just gave her a look. She sent him a salute.

  Brat.

  29

  It kind of hurt. She wouldn’t lie.

  How often had she been told to be less? To be less exuberant? To make herself smaller by dressing down, by being quieter, by keeping her mouth shut?

  She hadn’t expected it from him.

  Stop being silly, Millie. He didn’t mean it like that. This is because of safety. She gave herself a pep talk as she climbed into the only dark, boring clothes she owned. Which was a pair of black yoga pants and a long T-shirt. She grabbed one of Spike’s hoodies, which she swam in but she didn’t have anything suitable.

  Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, trying to push away the pain. She knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her. Had seen the regret in his face. Still, she should try to keep things low-key while she was out.

  She didn’t want to embarrass him.

  Forcing a big smile on her face, she walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.