Hero Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  “How?”

  “Hmm.” He pretended to think. “Your mouth around my cock could be a good start.”

  “Oh, yes, please.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. He spun her around, putting space between them so he could land several hard smacks on her ass.

  “Get this delicious ass into my bedroom. I want you on the bed, naked, kneeling in position. Punishment first. Pleasure later.”

  Her heart raced. Holy hell.

  She stood frozen for a moment, uncertain. This was what she’d wanted. Her old Ink back.

  But maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

  He moved in close, wrapping his arm around her middle. “You always have your safeword. No matter if it’s fifty years from now before you use it. You can always use it. Remember, you’re gifting me your submission, your Little. I’m never gonna forget that. You’re my Queen. It’s all you, Betsy, my fucking world now revolves around you. I might be a bossy, over-the-top, possessive bastard. But I’m yours.”

  There was a husky sexiness in his voice, but she also heard the question. She wasn’t the only one that needed to hear how much they were wanted.

  “And I’m yours,” she told him huskily. “I know there’s no going back and I’m glad, because I don’t fucking want to.”

  “Ooh, brown eyes, swearing. That’s worth more punishment.”

  “You swear all the time.”

  “Yeah, but I’m a tatted-up biker. It’s expected.”

  She rolled her eyes, gasping as he slapped her ass. “Luckily, I think it’s sexy as hell when you swear. Now get your ass into that bedroom.”

  * * *

  Christ. He grasped hold of the kitchen counter and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He needed her. His cock was straining against his jeans, his balls full and aching.

  Chill, man. Don’t scare her.

  He stripped off his shirt and moved to the sink to splash on some cold water.

  She needed him in control right now. And he needed that too.

  Ascending the stairs, he strolled into his bedroom. She was right where he’d told her to be. Kneeling naked in the middle of his king-sized bed, her head lowered, her legs spread so he could see her pussy. His heart nearly stopped.

  Damn. She was gorgeous.

  Small breasts, tipped with pink nipples. Deliciously smooth skin.

  He wanted nothing more than to ravish her. But first he had some discipline to mete out. He’d thought about delaying punishment until after he’d taken her, but as her Dom, he couldn’t allow this to slide. She wouldn’t feel secure if he did.

  “Good girl,” he told her, watching as some tension left her at his words. “I want you to come down here to the end of the bed and sit with your legs spread.”

  Pulling his play bag out of the wardrobe, he set it down on the floor between her legs and opened it, pulling out a small, black paddle.

  He heard her gasp.

  “Do you know why you’re about to be punished?”

  “Because I acted out instead of just telling you how I felt?”

  “Right.”

  “And going back to Forrest’s house, even though in the end you agreed with the plan.”

  “I was a fucking idiot. But you’re still getting spanked for taking years off my life.”

  “And for deceiving you,” she added quietly.

  He froze. “Deceiving me?”

  “For going to the club and deliberately searching you out. Not telling you the truth in the first place.”

  He shook his head. “Brown eyes, we’ve gone over this. I don’t blame you.”

  “But I blame me. I feel guilty. And Sunny…Sunny said I might feel less guilty if you punish me.”

  Shit. Christ. He didn’t want to punish her for something that wasn’t her fault, but he also didn’t like the idea of her feeling guilty.

  “All right, brown eyes. That will be part of this punishment too.”

  Her shoulders relaxed. “Thank you.”

  “Pick up the paddle and ask for your punishment.”

  After letting out a deep breath, she picked up the paddle and held it out to him. “Please spank me, Sir.”

  24

  Holy heck.

  Had she just asked him to spank her?

  Yep. Seemed she had. She swallowed heavily as he stood. He held a hand out to her. She let him pull her up.

  Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “You are so damn beautiful.”

  Something stilled in her body. She had been told she was beautiful before. But she’d never really believed it. Until now.

  “Turn around and bend over, lean your forearms on the bed.”

  Slowly, she turned and got into place, knowing her ass was completely on display. He ran his hand over her firm cheeks. “Such a sexy ass. First time I spanked you, I damn near came in my jeans.”

  “You did?” She gaped at him over her shoulder.

  “Hell yes.”

  “I wished you would stop,” she told him. “And I hoped that you wouldn’t.”

  “Why is that?”

  “It was starting to tear through those walls inside me. The pain was allowing me to let go of the tight control of my emotions. Which kind of scared me. I had learned to keep myself locked down tight and you were smashing my barriers.”

  “You needed a good cry.”

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “You’re gonna get that now.”

  Yep, she figured she was. She let out a breath as he started with his hand first.

  “Do not keep things from me, Betsy,” Ink scolded as he warmed her ass with his hand. “That is the quickest way for things to come between us and I won’t accept anything between us, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her ass already burning. How the hell would she handle the paddle? What had she been thinking?

  “Don’t ever put yourself in danger again. I know I’m being a hypocrite since I agreed, but fuck, I’ve never been so God damn scared in my life. I could not fucking handle it if something happened to you. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His hand stopped and she hung her head, taking in deep breaths. Her ass was already throbbing.

  “All right, brown eyes, time for your paddling. Remember, I’ve already forgiven you. This is so you forgive yourself.”

  The paddle landed and she let out a loud cry, shocked by the burst of pain. Ow. Ow. Owie!

  She danced on her feet as two more slaps of the paddle landed.

  “No more! No more!”

  “Are you using your safeword?”

  Was she? She took stock for a second. She wasn’t ready to let go of the guilt yet, so she guessed not.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Do you need me to help you remain still?”

  A sob rocked her body. “No, Sir.”

  “Seven more.”

  Two more landed quickly, one on each cheek. Fire engulfed her ass. She dropped her forehead to the bed and just tried to breathe through the pain. Two more and the dam broke. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her body shook with her sobs. The final smacks of the paddle had her nearly screaming. When he was done, he scooped her up into his arms and lay on the bed with her on top of him, crying into his chest.

  “That’s it, brown eyes. Let it all out. That’s it. I have you. I have you, baby.” He murmured to her as her cries quieted. Finally, they lay in silence. She rested her cheek on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair.

  “How do you feel, baby?”

  “Empty. But it’s a good empty not a bad empty.”

  “Guilt’s gone?”

  “Yes, it’s gone.”

  “So you don’t need another paddling?”

  She shuddered. “Never again. That hurt.”

  He chuckled. “That’s the point. And never say never.” He lightly rubbed her ass and she growled, trying to keep her bottom out of his reach. “Poor baby, got her butt paddled.”

  Her s
tomach grumbled, to her shock.

  “Huh, seems being paddled makes my girl hungry. Maybe we should make it an everyday occurrence.”

  “Don’t even think about it!” She didn’t want him joking about it. That paddling had hurt!

  He sat up then stood with her in his arms, bridal style. She clung to his shoulders as he carried her out of the bedroom. “Where are we going?”

  “To get you something to eat, of course.”

  “I don’t need anything.”

  He just growled in response.

  “At least let me get some clothes,” she protested.

  “You don’t need clothes.” He somehow navigated the stairs with her in his arms and set her down on the sofa. She hissed and immediately moved onto her knees.

  “I’m going to heat up the pizza,” he told her, kissing her on the top of the head.

  They ate pizza while kneeling in front of the coffee table. Her naked, him with a bare chest that kept distracting her, particularly his pierced nipple.

  “Keep eating,” he growled at her.

  “Maybe I should get a tattoo.”

  “Hmm, you’d look good with a Property of Ink tattoo on your ass.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “I’m not getting that.”

  “Why not? You are mine.”

  “And are you going to one with my name?”

  “Hell yeah, I am.” He pointed to his left arm that had the image of a Viking on it. “Got this done before I went into the Special Forces.” He pointed at his right arm that had three faces on it. One face had a hand over their eyes, another over their mouth, another over their ears. “Got this done after I was discharged. My chest I’ve added to over the years since. And I’m going to get brown eyes written right here.” He pointed at the other side of his chest.

  She sucked in a breath at the idea, running her finger over the bare patch of skin where his nickname for her would go.

  “I like that.”

  “Me too.”

  “Do you know that I don’t even know your real name?”

  “Because Ink is my name now. But my birth name was Tracey.”

  Tracey? He didn’t seem like a Tracey.

  Red filled his cheeks. “My mom had a thing for Dick Tracey. I got teased about it mercilessly in school until Duke moved to our school and became my best friend. I was scrawny for my age. He wasn’t.”

  Hmm, there was nothing scrawny about him now.

  “At least she didn’t call you Dick,” she pointed out.

  He grinned. “You don’t think I could pull that name off?”

  She rolled her eyes at him.

  “When I was in the Special Forces, my nickname was Rage. Because of my temper. Now, it’s Ink. Betsy’s Ink.”

  Oh. She liked the sound of that.

  “Eat some more,” he commanded.

  “I can’t. I’m full.” She placed her hand over her tummy. Stress had never been her friend. And while a lot of it had been relieved by that spanking she still felt worried.

  Leaning over, he grasped hold of her chin. “You need to stop stressing so much. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here and I will always protect you, Betsy. Here, let me show you. This is you.”

  He placed a glass in the middle of the coffee table. He got up and moved to the kitchen, grabbing something out of a drawer and bringing it back to the coffee table.

  “This is the rest of the world.”

  Packets of mayo and ketchup lay on the coffee table from countless take-out meals. Her lips twitched. He scattered them around the outside of the table. Then he got up and grabbed a marker, drawing a circle around the cup.

  “Ink!” she protested.

  “What?”

  “That’s permanent marker.”

  He shrugged and drew another, wider circle around the smaller one. It formed a larger, protective circle around her. Well, the cup.

  Symbolism, Betsy.

  It was like a giant moat. All the packets of condiments were on one side. She was tucked safely on the island.

  He drew a stick figure between the two circles.

  “Mama would turn in her grave to see this,” she said without thinking.

  “All the more reason to do it.”

  Ink wasn’t a fan of Mama. Well, of her teachings since he hadn’t met her. Mama wouldn’t have been a fan of Ink with his tattoos, his tendency to do his own thing without caring about what anyone else thought.

  If there was one thing Mama had cared about, and it certainly hadn’t been her daughter, it was what other people thought of her.

  “This is me.” He pointed at the stick figure. “I stand between you and everyone else. Between you and danger. When you look at this table, then you’ll know that I will always be here, protecting you.”

  “You can’t promise me that. Things happen.” Her hands wrapped together, worrying at each other.

  To her surprise, he didn’t immediately blow that off. Didn’t tell her that she shouldn’t worry. Instead, he gave a nod. “Things happen. If they do, if we’re separated and you’re in danger, then I’ll fight to get to you. Understand me? I’ll always fight for you. I just need you to fight for me too.”

  “Me? I can’t protect you.” She didn’t know the first thing about fighting.

  “Maybe not physically, brown eyes. But you can fight to keep yourself alive. To keep yourself safe. You cannot give in. Never give in, Betsy. Because I’m coming. That’s my promise. I am always going to do my best to protect you. But if something happens, and I can’t, then I promise I will come for you. All you have to promise is to hold on until I get there.”

  She stared at him, her vision blurring with tears. The promise was one she’d never have imagined making before. Her life had always had an expiration date. Everyone’s did, of course. But she’d known hers wouldn’t come from old age or sickness or an accident.

  No, hers would come when her usefulness ran out.

  She’d accepted that fate a long time ago. Behind one monster there was always a bigger, nastier one.

  Only now…she had a knight ready to fight the monster. For her. A knight who was covered in tattoos, with darkness in his eyes yet could still feel happiness, pleasure in small things. Could still recognize love and embrace it.

  She let out a deep breath. A knight who wasn’t promising that the moat would always keep her protected, but if it was breached that he would always come for her.

  All she had to do was fight to stay alive until he could get to her.

  “I promise.”

  She expected a smile. Or maybe praise. Instead he gave her a firm nod, his face hard.

  “You will.”

  It was an order. It was pure steel. And she knew if she disobeyed him, there would be hell to pay. You know, if she was alive to pay it.

  “I promise, Ink,” she whispered. “For the first time in a long time, I have hope.” She reached for him, taking his hand between both of hers. “I have you.”

  He lifted her over so she sat on his lap, straddling his thighs, her legs bent. With his hand on the back of her head, he brought her in for a kiss. It started light then he urged her to open, pressing his tongue deep. The kiss became rougher, harder. Her body tightened, her nerve endings danced.

  If she thought about it too closely, she might wonder at why she enjoyed being dominated. Shouldn’t she hate it after being held down for so long? But Ink’s kind of domination wasn’t the sort where he put her down to feel big. Every move was designed with her in mind. To heighten her arousal. To keep her protected and safe.

  He made her feel worthy.

  When he drew back, his eyes had darkened to nearly black.

  “Upstairs. Now. Back on the bed in position.”

  She jumped from his lap and raced towards the stairs.

  “Do not run up those stairs!” he roared at her.

  She managed to slow down as she reached the stairs, forcing herself to take them calmly.

  When he entered the bedroom, minutes late
r, she was luckily in position because the beast needed soothing. Although it seemed she’d roused his daddy side as well.

  “Gonna have to damn well Little proof this place,” he was muttering as he stood at the end of the bed. Then he shook a finger at her. “No going up and down the stairs alone while in Little space.”

  Was he for real?

  She risked a glance up at him. Yep. It seemed he was.

  “And I saw that look, brown eyes. Come kneel here.” He crooked a finger at her then pointed to the bed in front of him. She shuffled down then got into position before him.

  “Fucking beautiful. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Move them and you delay your orgasm, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her breath grew fast as he ran a finger over her right nipple then her left. The touch was light, not nearly enough, and she groaned.

  “You want more, brown eyes? Do you want me to squeeze and tug at your nipples? Or maybe take them into my mouth and suck?”

  “Both. All,” she managed to get out as he tugged lightly at her left nipple. A cry escaped her lips as the slight bite of pain made her clit throb.

  “My baby likes a little bite of pain, doesn’t she?” he murmured as he twisted her other nipple. “Not too much, though. Need a delicate touch so as not to push her over.”

  Christ, how did he know her so well?

  He cupped her breast, holding it up. “Gonna suck at these until they’re swollen. Until your pussy is slick with your dew and you’re begging me for more. Begging to feel my fingers fucking you. My cock thrusting deep inside you.”

  She wasn’t far away from doing that now. He bent down and latched onto her nipple and she groaned. She slid her hands into his hair, holding him to her as he sucked then licked. A slight scrape of his teeth had her breath hitching.

  He drew back to glare up at her. “Where should your hands be?”

  Shit!

  She moved them behind her back and gave him a hopeful look. “Do I get a warning first?”

  “You do not,” he rumbled back. “What you get is a delayed orgasm.”

  “What if I can’t hold it off?” she asked. “I’ve never done that before.”