Hero Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  Asshole just grinned. The phone rang again. He sighed. “If you don’t mind, I really could use some help.”

  She bit her lip worriedly.

  Reaching out, he pulled her lip. “You can do this, Betsy.” There was no hint of worry in his face.

  “What if I mess up?”

  He shrugged. “What if you do? There’s not much you can mess up that we can’t fix.”

  Setting her down on the sofa, he stood and walked over to the viewing window that looked through to the reception area. He lifted up the shades that had been slid down for privacy. “The front door is always locked and clients have to buzz in. Employees have their own codes. You won’t let anyone in, I’ll do it. Don’t leave the desk. You need to eat, come get me. You need to pee, come get me. Got it?”

  She nodded, knowing that he was just worried about her.

  “Right, I’ll show you what to do.”

  * * *

  “Ink? Can I ask you a question about something?”

  Glancing up from his computer, he crooked a finger at Betsy. “Come here.”

  He needed a distraction from the stress of wondering where the fuck Royal and Baron were. Where had they gone? Since Matthieu’s car hadn’t been found, he guessed they were still driving it. It was an older car and unfortunately didn’t have GPS that Brody could track.

  She gave him a suspicious look. “Uh-uh. I’m working. If I come over there, you’re just going to pull me onto your lap and kiss me.”

  “And you’re complaining about that?”

  A grin filled her face. He loved that she smiled now.

  “My boss might get angry.”

  He’d been surprised by how easily she’d picked up everything over the past few days. Not that she wasn’t smart, but she’d never held an office job. Clients loved her. The guys loved her. And he could keep an eye on her from in his office.

  “Hmm, is he a hard taskmaster?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Poor baby. What will he do if he catches you neglecting your job?”

  “I don’t know.” She looked around obviously making sure they were alone. “But he might spank me.”

  “How terrible,” he said with mock-horror. “Here’s the thing, though, if you don’t come sit on my lap and kiss me, I definitely will spank you.”

  “How dare you!” she said with a grin as she made her way towards him. “I am suitably outraged.” She straddled his lap and he drew her close, setting the papers she carried down on the desk before reaching around to massage her ass.

  “Damn, brown eyes, you feel so damn good. Now kiss me.”

  She leaned in, kissing him softly at first before slipping her tongue into his mouth. By the time she drew back, he was rock hard and considering calling it a day. At only eleven in the morning. Shit. How was he going to last all day?

  “I need to ask you about something. Ink? Are you listening?”

  “I’m listening.” He tried to focus.

  She slid off his lap and handed him the papers she’d been carrying. “I saw something odd in the accounts. See here, last month, Jana put in these receipts for reimbursement. But the same amount was also taken off the company credit card. And some of the things she said she purchased we don’t even have.”

  He sat up, looking over the stuff she’d printed out. “That bitch! She was double dipping.”

  “What?”

  “Putting in receipts for things she didn’t pay for. And likely things that we haven’t even got in stock because she probably returned them for cash. Fuck! I should have been keeping a closer eye on the accounts. Shit!”

  She rubbed her hand over his shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

  “It fucking is. Christ. What else was she doing? Shit! Stone is right. Should have fired her ass a long time ago. I’m going to get Brody to look some more into her.” He stood and kissed her quickly. “Thank you, baby. You did good.”

  * * *

  “Good catch with Jana today, brown eyes,” he praised as he drove them home.

  “I’m glad I could help. I feel like I owe you so much.”

  “Not the way it works. There’s no keeping track of things.”

  She sighed and nodded. “I like that.”

  “Me too,” he rumbled as they pulled into his garage. He was always watchful when they drove home, taking different routes each time.

  “What will you do about her?”

  “Well, I’ve got a suspicion that she might have been doing more than just double dipping. She lived beyond her means, so she was getting money from somewhere. More than she was getting from fleecing me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Ink.”

  “Not your fault, brown eyes. I’ve got one of the guys following her. On Monday, I’ll take this to the cops. Let them deal with her. I can’t be bothered with her shit.”

  He climbed out of the truck and she stayed where she was, having learned not to get out of the truck on her own. They had his truck rather than the car they’d driven here on the first night.

  He opened her door, then reached over to undo her belt, lifting her out. She had to admit that she loved when he picked her up and moved her around.

  Taking hold of her hand, he led her past his bike. She ran her fingers over it.

  “Like it?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “I’ll take you for a ride this weekend.”

  She was glad it was Friday night. It would be good to spend uninterrupted time with him. “Is it safe?”

  “Betsy, I’d never do anything to put you at risk.”

  She knew that. Everything he did was for her.

  And she was so glad she’d found him.

  26

  Betsy picked at the breakfast sandwich. They were unappetizing, but that wasn’t the issue. Her stomach was just too tight to manage more than a bite or two of food.

  “I know it’s not the nicest breakfast, but you need to eat more than that, brown eyes.” Ink placed her multivitamin and iron supplement next to her plate.

  She groaned at the sight of the huge pills. “Why do they make these things so big?” She picked one up and swallowed it down with plenty of coffee. The other one followed but they sat like lumps of lead in her stomach.

  Ink reached over and pulled her plate over, cutting the breakfast sandwich into bite-sized bits.

  “I can’t eat it,” she told him. “My stomach can’t take any more.”

  He studied her for a long moment. “Want to have a Little weekend?”

  “A Little weekend?”

  “Hmm, I was thinking popcorn, movies, lots of playtime. Although none of the stuff you’ve ordered has arrived so we should probably go shopping this morning.”

  “Uh-huh. We could also go grocery shopping,” she suggested. “I can cook.”

  “You can cook?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want you to feel you have to cook. Ordering in is fine.”

  If you had a cast iron stomach, but take-out food was often too oily or salty for her sensitive stomach.

  “I…I don’t. Truth is, I like cooking.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded shyly.

  “Well, brown eyes, don’t let me stop you. We’ll go toy shopping and grocery shopping. Clothes shopping too. And if there’s anything else you want for the house, write it down. I haven’t got anything to cook with.”

  She worried at her lip. “Okay.”

  “So what did you already order online?”

  “Umm.” Crap.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Betsy.”

  Crap. Shit.

  “I didn’t order anything,” she blurted out.

  “Excuse me?” The words were spoken in a low voice.

  “I…I didn’t want to spend your money on me.”

  His face hardened as he pointed at the corner. “Timeout. Now. Fifteen minutes. Go.”

  Her mouth dropped open. He had to be kidding.

  “Now. Or you’ll be standing in the corn
er with a red ass.”

  She slid off the bar stool and walked over to the corner.

  “Pants and panties down. When you’re in the corner, your bottom should be bare, your legs apart and your nose pressed to the wall.”

  Her face went bright red, but she did what he said. Jesus. What a sight she must make with her naked ass poking out.

  Minutes ticked by so slowly and she had to force herself not to fidget. She hated that she’d disappointed him.

  “Come here, button.”

  Turning, she saw him sitting on the sectional, one arm resting along the back. She reached down to pull up her pants and panties.

  “Nope,” he told her, crooking a finger at her. “I didn’t say pants up. I said come here.”

  Face flaming, she shuffled over to him, stopping in front of him. He drew her between his open legs. Her T-shirt didn’t cover her pussy, but beyond a brief glance, he didn’t say anything.

  “Why are you in trouble?”

  “Because I didn’t spend your money on me?”

  He reached around and slapped her ass. “Try again.”

  “Because I didn’t do what you told me to.”

  “And?”

  She searched her mind. “I kept that from you. I didn’t talk to you.”

  “Exactly. Now, you’re going to lay over my lap and I’m going to spank you, then insert this plug in your ass.” He pointed at the anal plug that sat on the sofa next to him. Along with a bottle of lube. Holy hell. “Then you’re gonna sit and write a hundred times, I will not keep things from Daddy.”

  She dropped her eyes from his, feeling ashamed of herself. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He reached out and tilted up her chin. “And then we’re going shopping. For toys. And clothes. And groceries. And house shit.”

  “House shit?”

  “Seen the way you look at my place, brown eyes. I know you need house shit.”

  She sniffled.

  “Strip off those pants and panties, and lay yourself over my lap.”

  He helped her over his lap and when he had her arranged as he wanted her, he smacked his hand down on her small ass, listening to her squeal of protest. He wasn’t happy that she continued to keep things from him. If it continued, she was going to find herself getting striped with his belt then he was going to fuck this cute ass.

  Course he planned on taking her ass anyway.

  He just needed to prepare it first. He landed several more heavy smacks until he felt her start to relax, to accept her punishment.

  Seemed his little button needed some close supervision. And a lot of attention.

  And that satisfied the Daddy part of him. He wanted her close. He wanted her to need him. He’d never stop her from doing anything unless it risked her health or safety. But having her close made him happy.

  When her ass was a nice bright pink and her breath was coming in ragged pants, he reached over and grabbed the lube. He parted her ass cheeks, listening to the way her breath hitched.

  “I don’t need to be plugged, Daddy. Please. I be a good girl.”

  He rubbed her lower back soothingly, knowing how new this all was for her. It wasn’t going to sway him from what he was doing. If he was going to take her ass, then he needed to stretch her. He would never risk hurting her.

  And she needed to learn that there were consequences to disobeying Daddy.

  “Hush, button,” he soothed. “Daddy is going to plug this naughty bottom to remind you that you need to obey him. You were very naughty not to order the things you needed. But Daddy learned a lesson too.”

  He squirted some lube on her asshole, watching the way it contracted.

  Beautiful.

  He ran a finger from his other hand over the small hole, pushing it in slightly. She gasped and he paused as she tightened around him.

  “Relax, button. This is going to happen.”

  “W-what did you learn, Daddy?”

  “I learned that I have to keep a much closer eye on you. My button is very disobedient when she’s given too much leeway. I think she requires more time under Daddy’s watchful care.” He pressed his finger inside her ass as he spoke, listening to her quiet gasps and groans.

  “Daddy, please, it stings.”

  “Relax.” He thrust his finger in and out until she started to wriggle around for an entirely different reason, her moans moving to ones of arousal.

  Poor button wasn’t going to get to come, though.

  He slid another finger in, moving slowly. The plug was a beginner’s one and wasn’t any bigger than his two fingers. But he wanted to make certain she was nicely prepared.

  He drew his fingers out, pushed them back in. “That’s it, button. Open up for Daddy. Good girl.”

  Removing his fingers, he reached for the plug and slowly coated it with lube, building her anticipation.

  “I’m going to need your help, button.”

  “My…my help?”

  “Hmm. Reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart for me.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “Sure you can,” he said in a low voice. “Do it now.”

  He knew it was going to be hard for her to obey him. But this was another step in learning to listen to him.

  “I’m going to count to three, button. If you don’t part your bottom cheeks, I’m going to take off my belt and redden them.”

  She gasped and he almost broke into a grin.

  “So mean, Daddy.”

  “One. Yes, I know. Daddy is very mean. Especially since I know you’re aroused from having me touch your bottom.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Two.”

  Her hands moved back and parted the firm cheeks, revealing her entrance once more.

  “That’s my good girl. Here’s the plug. Deep breath in. Let it out slowly. There you are. You look so pretty taking the plug for Daddy.” He slid the plug deep as she breathed out, her fingers pressing tightly into her bottom cheeks.

  When it was firmly entrenched inside her asshole, he took a moment just to stare down at her.

  He was one lucky bastard that was for sure.

  * * *

  She shifted around on the stool at the kitchen counter, feeling the plug shift in her ass. How was she supposed to concentrate on writing damn lines when there was a piece of plastic up her ass? Not to mention that her bottom still stung from the spanking he’d given her.

  Well, if you want to avoid punishment you know what to do…

  Urgh.

  With a sigh, she wrote another line. Did he know how long it took to write a hundred lines? It sucked.

  “How are you getting on, button?”

  “Daddy, this is too hard. And my bottom hurts!”

  “It’s meant to hurt,” he told her in a deep voice. “Let me see how far you’ve gotten.” He counted out each line. “Twenty-five more to go. Get to it.”

  Sighing, she took the pad back. Writing lines was barbaric!

  Any more barbaric than having a plug in your bottom and sitting on your naked butt on the kitchen stool?

  “Mama would have had a fit if I sat my naked bottom on the furniture.”

  He snorted as he looked at something on his phone. “Maybe Mama would have benefited from a good spanking and a plug up her butt.”

  Hmm. Perhaps he was right.

  “Might have unlodged the stick up her ass.”

  “Daddy!”

  He winked at her.

  He was so naughty sometimes. She finished the lines with a sigh and handed the pad over to him. He looked over them solemnly.

  “Very good, button. Now, you can stand up and lean over the counter.”

  “What? Why? I don’t need any more spankings!”

  “I’m not giving you another spanking, although while you’re in Little space, I won’t hesitate to pop your butt if you’re naughty. And unlike at work, I won’t care who is around.”

  “Daddy, you can’t!”

  He just gave her a look. She sighed then lea
ned over the counter, her face flushing as he parted her bottom cheeks. He twisted the plug around before drawing it out. Inch by agonizing inch.

  Her pussy was wet, her clit throbbing. She wriggled, trying to find some friction.

  “None of that,” he growled, slamming his hand down on her ass. “If this wasn’t punishment, then you’d be allowed to come. But you’ve been naughty and you just have to wait. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready to go shopping.”

  Cleaned up? He couldn’t mean he was going to…

  Yep he did, she realized a few minutes later when he carried her into the bathroom.

  “Stand facing the mirror, hands on the counter, legs spread.”

  She watched him as he wet a cloth under the water. “I can clean myself up, Daddy. I’m a big girl.”

  “You’re a Little girl,” he countered. “And Little girls can’t manage to clean themselves properly. That’s why they need their Daddy to help them.”

  She pressed her legs together as he wiped the cloth over her slick pussy lips. He was standing side-on to her, his right hand holding the cloth. Which meant he was easily able to smack her ass several times with his other hand.

  She groaned.

  “Open up for me.”

  Her legs parted almost of their own volition as he then moved the cloth to clean the excess lube from her ass.

  “Daddy, please!”

  “All clean,” he finally said. Thank goodness, because if she had to stand there for much longer, she thought she might have self-combusted from embarrassment.

  He took hold of her hand and led her into his bedroom and dug out a pair of her plain, dark blue panties.

  She hated them.

  But Ink had gotten them for her and she should be grateful.

  “Soon as we get you some new panties, these are going in the trash.”

  “You can’t put them in the trash!”

  “Sure can. They’re dark and plain. I grabbed them in a rush. We’re going to get you pretty things. I’m fond of lace myself.”

  It was a startling admission from the big biker with the movie-star face and mouth of a sailor.

  She didn’t like that she couldn’t pay for her own things, but she had to admit she was fond of lace herself. The red in her cheeks didn’t dissipate as he held out the panties for her to climb into. He drew them up her legs, settling them into place before reaching for the pair of pants. “You need warmer clothes. Gonna be winter soon.”