Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies, #3)

by Roberts, Laylah

  Oh. Right.

  Our bedroom? Wow.

  He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Over you go.”

  She stared at him nervously.

  “Don’t worry, baby. For this first spanking, I’m only using my hand. Normally, for such a bad transgression I’d use the paddle or belt. But I’m going easy on you.”

  Shit. This was easy?

  But since she really didn’t want to experience either the paddle or the belt, she laid herself across his lap. He adjusted her, moving her forward so her fingers brushed against the floor and her ass was up higher. Then he opened the back of her onesie.

  She tensed up.

  “Hmm, maybe I should make it a rule that there are to be no panties worn under your onesie,” he stated as he slid them down over her ass. “Make it easier to bare your bottom.”

  She didn’t think that sounded like a good idea at all. She braced herself for the first slap. But instead, when he touched her ass it was to rub it. She gradually relaxed as that was all he did.

  That’s why it was such a surprise when the first slap landed. She yelped and jumped.

  “Easy, baby. There’s plenty more to come.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Holy shit! That damn well hurt. It wasn’t long until her butt was stinging and tears were dripping down her cheeks onto the floor below her. But he kept going, laying spank after spank against her defenseless ass. She tried to wiggle off, unable to help herself. But he held her steady, keeping up that same rhythm.

  Spank. Spank. Spank.

  She sobbed. “Daddy, stop!”

  “Not yet, baby girl.”

  He had to stop. She was dying. She reached back with her hands to protect her poor flaming ass, but he just grabbed her wrists gently in one hand and continued to lay into her bottom.

  “No more. No more.”

  “Yes, more. We have to get rid of all that guilt.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying.” Spank. Spank. Spank. “Or you think about disobeying me.”

  He moved his hand lower, to the tops of her thighs. It felt like her skin was on fire. How the hell would she ever sit again?

  “And you will never keep anything from me again, understand?”

  She howled as another barrage of spanks descended. Shit! How did she ever think she wanted this? It was horrible.

  And then she realized he had stopped. That he was rubbing her bottom gently while she sobbed and sobbed.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Let it all out. Good girl. It’s all done now. All is forgiven. Abby is a good girl.”

  He carefully turned her over and held her on his lap. She hissed and winced, trying to get off his lap, but he held her there.

  “Uh-uh, sitting on a sore bottom is a consequence of being naughty,” he told her.

  She sniffled and cried. “It hurts.”

  “I know. It’s meant to.” He wiped her cheeks with his fingers. “I don’t ever want you keeping things from me, understand?”

  “I understand. I’m sorry.”

  “All is forgiven, baby.” He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He set her down in the bathroom and grabbed some tissues to clean her up. Then he pulled up her panties and set her onesie to right before giving her a gentle, loving kiss.

  “I want you to promise to put this stuff about moving out of your head.”

  “I’m just so tired of worrying about everything.” She yawned. Her bottom still throbbed, but now she felt lighter. The heavy ball of guilt was gone and she really wanted to just go to sleep.

  “I know, baby. But you don’t have to move for a clean slate. You can have it right here, with me.”

  He tucked her back in against his chest. It was so easy to rest against him. She loved when he held her. “But how do I do that with all this Max stuff?”

  “By letting me deal with it.”

  She shook her head. “That’s not fair.”

  He sighed. “That wasn’t actually a request.”

  “Kent...”

  “Fine. By letting me help you deal with it. All right?”

  He pulled her back to give her a serious look. “Agreed?”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure. This is what I do, I take care of problems for people.”

  “I thought you ran a security company?”

  “Yeah, and most of that is helping people deal with a problem they’ve got. They’re sending employees into war-torn areas and need protection. Someone they love has been kidnapped for ransom and they want them rescued. Someone needs a specialized security system. Someone else is getting death threats and needs a bodyguard. Problem solving is my thing. So, let me help. I’m good at it.”

  “Wow, I didn’t realize that a security company did all that.”

  “JSI does.”

  She yawned and rubbed her hand across her face. “I’m sorry.”

  “Come on, baby. You’re about to crash again. You’ve had one hell of a day.”

  “One hell of a week,” she corrected as he led her to the fort. She climbed in and settled down on her side.

  He moved in behind her, and pulled her close so he was cradling her from behind. Wow, he was like a furnace.

  “Kent?”

  “Yeah, baby?” he asked.

  “Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you today.”

  HE WOKE UP WITH HER bottom pressed against his cock. He was so hard it physically hurt, but he was reluctant to move and risk waking her up. He carefully leaned up on one elbow and stared down at her as she slept.

  Her mouth was open slightly and she was snoring softly.

  That was freaking adorable.

  Poor baby, she’d absolutely crashed. He’d lain awake for a bit longer, wondering what he could do to fix all the problems her asshole brother had created for her. One thing he did know was that she wasn’t going to continue paying off his debts. Or having anything more to do with whoever else was after her brother.

  He felt ill at the thought of all the things that could have happened to her. She wouldn’t be allowed in such dangerous situations again.

  Ease up, man. She hasn’t agreed to anything.

  She would, though. What she wouldn’t be doing was leaving. He had to fight hard not to hug her tight to him. She needed her sleep. He’d have to make certain she had a nap this afternoon. Of course, first he’d have to convince her to call into work sick. He gently moved away from her and slid down the bed to climb out. Surprisingly, sleeping in a blanket fort hadn’t been weird like he’d thought it might be.

  He yawned as he made his way into the bathroom. He might need to take a nap himself.

  ABBY OPENED THE DOOR to the bathroom. She’d woken up with a foggy brain and this feeling that she was forgetting something. Unable to get back to sleep, she figured she’d get up and have a shower. Maybe that would wake her up and help her remember. She stepped into the bathroom, still half-asleep.

  A rush of warm, steamy air hit her first.

  And then he hit her.

  Not physically, of course. He was several feet away, standing in the shower, his body partially visible through the door to the shower.

  And oh, what a body it was. Hard, chiseled, tanned.

  Abby, don’t just stare at him. Move. Turn around. Apologize. Get out of there!

  How could she leave when the man had a backside like that? What would it feel like just to reach out, open that door and squeeze...just then he turned around and she got a full-on frontal view of his entire package.

  Oh Lord. She gulped. She’d never really studied a cock before. She’d seen them on T.V. and in the dirty magazines that Max used to hide under the bed, but she’d never really stared at one like this. That one time she’d fumbled around with Joey McBride in the back of his pick-up didn’t really count. It had been dark and she hadn’t even had time to really touch him before he’d rolled her onto her back and thrust inside her...
/>   And that was a memory she really didn’t want right now.

  “Abby? Abby, you okay?”

  She then realized he’d turned the shower off and was stepping out. Shit. Shit.

  She did the only thing she could think of.

  She slammed her hand across her eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to look!”

  Chapter Seventeen

  He had to bite back a laugh.

  Yep. Freaking adorable. She stood there with her hair a wild mess around her head, dressed in her onesie, with her hand covering her eyes like a little girl caught doing something naughty.

  Hmm, but the look in her eyes had been all hunger and heat. She wanted him.

  “No need to hide your eyes, baby. You can stare all you want.”

  Two of her fingers parted and one eye peeked out at him. “What? Really?”

  He grinned at her. “I’m not shy. Like what you see?”

  “Like? Are you kidding? You’re a freaking Greek God. I’m practically salivating over here.” She slammed her other hand across her mouth and covered her eyes up once more. Her face was entirely covered by her hands.

  He couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted.

  “Baby, drop your hands.”

  She said something that was muffled by her hand. He glanced at the towels which were hung on the rail. He should probably wrap one around himself to make her more comfortable. But screw it, he needed all the tools he could put his hands on in order to get her to agree to a relationship with him. Maybe it was a bit manipulative...but if she liked his body that much who was he to deny her from staring, and touching, her fill. Stepping forward, he gently grasped hold of her hands. He frowned at the bruises on her wrist.

  Never again. Never again would he allow any harm come to her.

  He drew back her hands, kissing her bruised wrist gently. Her eyes were still closed and he leaned forward and placed soft kisses on each eyelid.

  He saw the tension melt from her. She sighed. He kissed the tip of her nose then brushed his lips across hers. She whimpered in protest when he moved his lips away. She raised her face. “More.”

  He raised an eyebrow at the demand. “More, what?”

  “More kissing, please. I like when you kiss me.” The words came out in a rush, and she blushed slightly.

  “That’s good. Because I love kissing you. First, though, I’m going to need you to open your eyes.”

  He waited. She opened one eye, stared up at him. Then the other.

  He rewarded her with a proper kiss. He grasped hold of her chin, holding her in place as he drew her lower lip between his teeth and tugged at it gently before pressing his lips against her soft ones and teased her with his tongue.

  Heaven.

  “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “I...I didn’t mean to walk in on you.”

  “If I didn’t want you to then I would have locked the door.”

  “You wanted me to walk in?”

  “Anytime you want to come join me in the shower you are most welcome.”

  “I’ve never showered with anyone before,” she confessed.

  He’d bet there was a lot of things she hadn’t done before. He ran his thumb across her lower lip. Her mouth parted and he slipped his thumb inside. “For the record, I love kissing you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “There are other places I can kiss you that you’ll enjoy even more.” He slid his thumb from her mouth with a grin.

  “Like...like my breasts?” she questioned.

  “Like your breasts.” He cupped one through the onesie. Hmm, that was entirely too much material between them. “But I was actually thinking of somewhere else.”

  Her breathing was coming rapidly as she stared at him. “My tummy?”

  Damn, she was delightfully naïve.

  “Lower.”

  “Oh.” By now her pulse was racing.

  “Anyone ever eaten you out, Abby?” he asked. He knew she didn’t have a lot of experience, but had none of her sexual partners shown her how good oral sex could be?

  “Eaten me out? You mean put their mouth on my...on my...”

  “Pussy?” he supplied. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “Oh well...I...”

  Poor baby she was bright red and struggling to answer him. He took pity on her. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Are you going to answer that question as well?”

  “Nope,” he said honestly. “But I’m willing to bet it’s probably a lot more than you’ve had. The number doesn’t matter, Abby, but you are expected to be honest with me.”

  She sighed. “One.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “I can’t tell you,” she squeaked.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I just want to know what your experience is.”

  “Well, you know that expression ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’?”

  “Yes,” he said slowly.

  “It was that. Without the thank you. Basically, it was me and Joey McBride in the back of his truck, parked up on the outskirts of town.”

  “Oh fuck, and that was your first sexual experience?”

  “First and only.” She averted her gaze from his. “So, now that you know how ridiculously inexperienced I am, are you sure you still want to be with me?”

  Did she seriously think he would turn her away because her entire sexual experience was an awkward fumble with Booger McBride?

  “Baby girl, I want nothing more than to throw you over my shoulder, carry you into my bedroom, tie you to the bed and spend all day showing you exactly how amazing sex can be. I want to eat your pussy until you scream, suck your nipples until your squirm, hear you beg, feel your mouth around my cock. I want to explore every inch of you then start all over again.”

  She snapped her head up to gape at him, her mouth wide open. “But? There’s a but, right?”

  “But I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re in my house, my bed, I’m a dominant guy. It could be easy for me to overwhelm you. I want your head clear and for you to be very sure before you get into my bed, well, you know, other than to sleep. Because unlike every other sexual encounter I’ve ever had, I’m not going to let you go once you’re there. Okay, that sounded a bit creepy stalker. I promise I’m not going to lock you in the basement. I don’t have a basement. And now I’m rambling...” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Damn, I’ve never been this nervous in my life.”

  “You’re nervous?” Her face softened as she stared up at him in surprise.

  He nodded. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to say something that might scare you away. This is intense. I get it. It’s only been a week and I already want everything. I want you in my bed, but more than that I want you in my life. And I’m trying really hard not to push and I think I’m failing at that and I...”

  She reached up and placed a finger against his lips. It was then he realized his cheeks felt hot. What the hell was he doing? What happened to confident and suave? Shit. He hadn’t acted like this much of a fool since he was a teenager...all it took was one Little with big eyes and the sweetest smile and he became a bumbling idiot.

  “I really mean that much to you?”

  He light nipped her finger then drew her hand away, taking a deep breath. Time to take charge again. Center himself.

  “You do.”

  “I’ve never meant anything to anyone before. I mean, my nana loved me, but...I mean, not that you love me or anything...I just...God, I want to shut up now.”

  He shook his head. “I think we both need a cup of coffee and some breakfast.”

  “Really?” she asked. She bit at her lip, staring up at him shyly. “Because I was thinking that throwing me over the shoulder and tying me to the bed stuff sounded kind of nice.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Nice? Nice? Was that really the best she could come up with?

  How about hot
? Amazing? Intriguing? Fucking unreal?

  Nope. Best she could come up with was nice. But Kent didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. His eyes flared; hunger filled his face.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “If that’s what you want too?”

  “I think I’ve already made it clear that it is.” He grabbed her around the back of her neck. Okay, she never thought that she’d go for a dominant guy. But she melted whenever he took charge.

  “You want me,” he muttered. “First thing you’re gonna do is lose the onesie.”

  Okay, that was straight to the point. She guessed a onesie wasn’t exactly sexy. She didn’t own anything sexy. But then, she didn’t own any clothes anymore. She pushed that thought from her head.

  Except, there was just one problem with losing the onesie.

  “I’m practically naked underneath,” she muttered. All she wore were some cotton panties

  He grinned. It was a wild grin. Wicked. Ravenous. “Good.”

  Nope. Not good. Cause while he might look like a Greek God, she did not.

  But how did she tell him that?

  He knows what you look like. He’s not blind. Yeah, but seeing her in clothes and seeing her nearly naked were two completely different things.

  “You’re already thinking too much. Gonna have to fix that.” He cupped her face, raising it. “You did some reading into Daddy/little girl relationships?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “What about into BDSM?”

  “Yes, that too.”

  “Good girl. Abby, in the bedroom, I like to be in complete control. Can you submit to me? Can you trust me to know that I won’t hurt you?”

  She took in a breath. How did she feel about that?

  She knew she could trust him. She wouldn’t be here if she couldn’t.

  “I don’t know what I like or dislike.”

  “Then we’ll find out together. I’ll never push you more than you can take. I’m not hardcore. You’ll have a safe word if you get scared or you’re in any sort of pain.”

  “W-what exactly do you plan on doing?”

  “Nothing too scary, I promise. Choose a safeword now. Something you wouldn’t say during sex.”