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

by Roberts, Laylah

  He chuckled. “I’m such a mean Sir. Just as well that’s balanced by an indulgent daddy, hmm?”

  She eyed him. “Indulgent, huh?”

  “Yes, I’m very indulgent. You’re going to be one spoiled little girl. Luckily, I’ll balance that out with plenty of spankings.” He thrust two fingers inside her and she cried out.

  “Take your top off,” he demanded.

  “Oh man, oh man,” she muttered as she whipped off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, suckled on it.

  She cried out, her pussy tightening around his fingers. Oh, his baby liked having her nipples sucked. He moved to the other breast and lapped at her nipple with his tongue.

  “Lie back, arms behind your head. No moving.”

  With a whimper, she did as he said. She was laid out on the counter like a feast waiting for him to sample. He slipped his fingers free and she cried out. “No, please, Sir!”

  “You still haven’t told me what you need. There’s going to be some punishment for that.”

  “No...wait...I’ll tell you!”

  “Too late, sweetheart. Lie exactly there or I’ll introduce you to the hairbrush.” He strode to the curtains and pulled them. The door was locked already, but he didn’t want anyone approaching and seeing his naked girl. That sight was for him and him alone. His possessiveness was raging. He knew it was highly unlikely he would ever take her to a club. Or if he did then he wouldn’t allow her to strip down.

  Not that he could see her being okay with that anyway.

  He raced up the stairs and grabbed his bag. Even though he’d just had her a few hours ago, his body was pumped with adrenaline and his cock pressed demandingly against his jeans. He also reached into the back of the closet for another bag. This had things he’d especially bought for her. Time to see how his baby reacted to having her bottom played with.

  He walked back downstairs to find her exactly in position. Hmm, he was going to have to buy some pretty clamps for her nipples, maybe with some stones that matched her hazel-colored eyes.

  He set the bag on the floor. Reaching into it, he grabbed a blindfold and slipped it over her head. “What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”

  “Tutu.”

  “Very good. Use it if you need to. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything that will cause you pain. But some things will feel a bit different. I want you to keep your hands above your head, okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s my good girl.” He grabbed a bottle of lube and the anal plug as well as a Wartenburg wheel. Then he strode to the fridge and scooped some ice out, putting it in a small bowl that he sat on the counter next to her. “Time for some sensation play. Feel this?” He ran the wheel down the inside of her arm.

  “Y-yes?”

  “Hurt at all?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good.” He ran it down her other arm. “You tell me if that changes.” He ran it across her chest then up one mound. She stiffened as she realized what was coming but then groaned as he lightly ran it against her nipple.

  “Sir!” Her nipple was stiff, peaked.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she cried as he moved to her other breast and did the same. After the wheel did a pass over her nipple, he leaned down and lapped at it with his tongue.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  He grabbed a piece of ice and placed it in his mouth then suckled on her nipple again. She half-sat with a scream. “Oh God!”

  “Lie back,” he said in a low voice, pulling back until she obeyed him. “If you can’t keep still, I’m going to have to tie you down. And that will make this torture go longer.” He ran the wheel across her other nipple, then stook the hard tip into his cool mouth.

  “Sorry, Sir. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, baby. You’re trying, I know.”

  Another piece of ice went into his mouth. The wheel ran down her soft stomach, pouchy, huh? He remembered the derogatory word she’d used and didn’t like it one bit. So he paid particular attention to her tummy, running the wheel back and forth and chasing it with cool licks of his tongue.

  Her soft cries filled the room, her hips rising and falling as though she was begging him to get to the finale. He would. But in his own time. He ran the wheel across her bare mound, then the top of each thigh. Another piece of ice in his mouth, but this one he crunched down on before he spread her lower lips and drew her clit into his mouth.

  Her shocked scream drove his own need higher. He suckled on the tight bundle of nerves, flicked at it with his tongue then just pressed against it as he heard her breathing speed up. He didn’t want her to come just yet.

  “Oh...oh...I need.”

  “I know you do,” he told her in a rough voice. “But you’re not to come just yet.” He picked up the lube and the butt plug. First, he spread the lube over the small plug that had a tapered end. Then he put a generous dab on his finger.

  “I want you to raise your legs to your chest and then hold them there, understand?”

  She took in a breath, but didn’t say a word as she did as he ordered.

  “What a good girl you are,” he praised her. “A very good girl to obey Sir like you are. I’m going to reward you very soon. But first, I’m going to play a bit with your ass.”

  He spread her ass cheeks, studying her puckered entrance. She gasped out a cry. “Sir, no!”

  “Oh, you have that wrong. It’s Sir, yes please.”

  “I can’t. I don’t...” She shook her head back and forth.

  “Who is in charge?” he demanded.

  “You are.”

  “Are you using your safe word?”

  “No.”

  “Then you don’t get a say, do you?”

  “Oh jeez,” she muttered.

  He decided to put her out of her misery. She was building this up to something in her head and he thought she would be surprised when she discovered that it wasn’t scary or awful. He placed his finger against her back entrance.

  “Relax,” he told her.

  “Easy for you to say.”

  He gave her two sharp smacks on the ass. “Watch your tone.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said hastily.

  “That’s better.” He started to press his finger into her hole. She resisted at first, until he rubbed her clit with the thumb of his free hand. Back and forth. Up and down, he moved his thumb as he pressed his finger deep inside her ass.

  “Oh. Oh.”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you feel silly now?” He finger fucked her ass while tapping at her clit lightly. Her pussy was slick with her desire and his cock throbbed relentlessly. All he could imagine was his cock in her ass, impaling her. Owning her.

  Not yet. Prepare her first.

  He drew his finger free and she actually groaned in protest. He grinned. His baby liked ass play. That was good. Very good. He reached for the plug and spread her cheeks once more. Next time she was naughty, he might just have her stand in the corner with her bottom poking out, a plug in her ass and her hands spreading her cheeks wide.

  Oh, hell yeah.

  He pressed the plug against her puckered entrance and she stiffened. “What’s that?”

  “This is your very first training plug. I have several so we can stretch you until you can take me in your ass. Don’t worry this one is very small.”

  “I think small is a relative term,” she squealed as he slowly but relentlessly pushed the plug inside her.

  He twisted it slightly then pushed. Then twisted it again. When it was fully seated, he drew it out once more and started the process all over again. Her head thrashed back and forth. His thumb returned to her clit, flicking at it faster and harder until she arched up.

  “Sir!”

  “Come, baby. Come for me. Come with my plug deep inside your bottom.”

  She groaned as she shuddered and came. Fuck, that was a sight he would never get tired of. Her face filled with pleasu
re, her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp pants. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to be inside her. He grabbed her hips and turned her before undoing his pants. He couldn’t even wait long enough to fully undress. He took hold of her hips and pressed himself inside her.

  “Yes! Yes!” she cried out. Her pussy convulsed around him as he drove in deep. He pulled back, thrust his way back into her tight sheath. Holy hell. He wasn’t going to last again. This was getting embarrassing. Maybe next time he’d have her suck him off first and then he might last more than a few minutes. He grasped hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to stare down at the pretty plug decorating her asshole.

  “Damn, that is a beautiful sight, baby. You taking my cock, my plug stretching your ass so one day you’ll take me there. This gorgeous body spread out for me. I fucking love it.”

  I love you.

  He didn’t say the words, though. It was too soon. But he felt them deep inside. He loved his woman. This big Little girl. The sub. Her sweetness. Her spice. All of her.

  He gave one final thrust before coming with a deep groan that shook him to the core. He laid kisses across her back as he fought for his breath, his cock still semi-erect inside her.

  So, this was what love was? This overwhelming need to be with someone, to keep them safe, to never want to imagine your life without them.

  Yeah, this felt right.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Abby glanced over at her phone as it rang. Unknown number. She frowned. Things had been quiet on the Max-front. No messages or calls from him or the people after him. Why had they destroyed her house? Anger over her not telling them where Max was? Or something else?

  Kent walked into the kitchen, where she was sitting at the counter. He glanced down at her phone. “Answer it. On speaker.”

  She nodded, and answered the call.

  “Abby? About fuckin’ time. Abby, you there?”

  Max. Her heart pounded. “Max? Where are you?”

  Kent remained silent. But she saw him pick up his phone and text someone.

  “I’m not telling you that. Did you tell them I was staying with you? Huh? Did you know they nearly caught me? I had to race out the back. No cash. No ID. I been on the run for days, stealing shit, nearly getting caught. Fuck, Abby, did you tell them?”

  “No, of course I didn’t. I thought maybe they came to the house to find out if I knew where you were.”

  Beat of silence. “Okay. Fuck. Maybe. Whatever. I need cash. Now.”

  “I don’t have any cash.”

  More silence. She looked up at Kent. He gave her a grim look back.

  “I need cash, Abby. However you got to get it. You still hanging out with that rich prick from Sanctuary?”

  “She’s living with him,” Kent replied.

  Only a few seconds ticked by this time. “Fuck, Abby, you got to warn me if I’m on speaker. Who else is fucking there?” His voice got squeaky high.

  “Nobody else is here. It’s just me and Abby,” Kent said quietly. “Where are you?”

  “Why? So you can send the fucking cops after me?”

  “Might be the only thing that saves your life.”

  “Not happening, asshole. I need cash, that will get me out of this mess. You’re rich.”

  “Kent is not giving you money, Max.”

  “He will if he wants me to keep quiet about his weirdo fucking lifestyle. Think all your fancy clients will stick with you if they find out you’re a freak?”

  “I think that nobody is going to believe a drugged-up idiot who bullies and abuses his own sister,” Kent replied sharply.

  “Don’t talk to me about my sister, pervert,” Max shot back.

  “Stop,” Abby begged. “Max, what do they want from you? Can’t you give it back?”

  “No, I fucking can’t. Look, I took some information. Put it on a flash drive then I lost the damn thing when I had to run. But they won’t fucking believe I lost it. You got to send me cash.”

  “I can’t, Max. I’m sorry.” Tears dripped down her cheeks. “Please, just tell me where you—”

  Before she could finish the sentence, there was a dial tone then nothing. She looked at Kent in shock. “What happened?”

  He shook his head, picked up her phone and tried to dial back the number. No answer.

  “I don’t know, baby.”

  “He’s in so much trouble. Why would he steal from such bad people? I know I shouldn’t care, he doesn’t care about me, but I can’t help it.”

  “Of course, you can’t, Abby-girl. Because you have a big heart.” Kent came around the counter and pulled her into his arms, rocking her. “It’s going to be all right. I’ve let Ed know he called. He wants us to come in so you can look at mugshots and give him an update. We can’t do anything more. If you send him money, he’ll just get into more and more trouble.”

  “I know,” she whispered. She tightened her arms around him. “I’m sorry I’ve brought such trouble down on you. I can’t believe he threatened you like that.”

  “Hey,” he told her, pulling back to stare down at her. “This isn’t your fault. And I don’t want you to think for one moment that it is. We’re going to sort this. Together.”

  “I CAN’T GO INTO THE police station with a butt plug in my ass,” she wailed as he pulled up outside the police station.

  Before coming into the sheriff’s office, after Max’s call, Kent had made her strip off her panties so he could push another anal plug deep inside her.

  “Of course, you can,” he said reasonably as though it was something a person did every day.

  “They’re gonna know.”

  “How will they know?” He undid his seatbelt then turned and undid hers. “Hmm?”

  “I don’t know, what if they have x-ray machines you have to walk through?”

  “Baby, this is Wishingbone, there aren’t any scanners at the police station. And even if there were, the plug isn’t metal so you have nothing to worry about.”

  She thought she had plenty to worry about. She chewed on her thumbnail. He pulled her thumb free. “You’re going to wear the plug because every time you move, it will remind you that I am with you, that you’re not alone.”

  “A normal boyfriend would just hold my hand.”

  He chuckled. “I can do that too. Wait there. I’ll come get you.”

  Oh, he didn’t have to worry about that. She wasn’t going to attempt to climb down with this thing up her butt. What if it fell out? Mortification filled her.

  Kent opened the door and reached up for her, lifting her down. Then he took hold of her hand and closed the door. “You’re worrying too much.”

  “I’ve got a lot to worry about.”

  He leaned in and brushed his lips against her ear. “No, you don’t. All you have to worry about is obeying me. Pleasing me. Understand?”

  She understood he was extremely arrogant. But somehow, that arrogance actually helped settle her. So when they were finally seated at a desk across from one of the deputy sheriffs, she thought she was acting pretty normal.

  Ed walked up to them and shook her hand then Kent’s. “Thanks for coming in. Jace will take you through some mugshots. You’ll both be pleased to know that we got the guys who attacked you and Eden the other night. So that’s one less thing to worry about. And your house has been released, so you can get back in to tidy it up.”

  “I’ll get some people onto that,” Kent told her. She decided not to argue. She didn’t want to step foot in that house right at this moment.

  “So Max didn’t give any clues about where he is?”

  Kent went through the entire conversation with the sheriff, who gave her a reassuring look at the end of it. “Don’t stress too much about this, okay? We’ll find your brother and these guys.”

  Okay, so maybe she wasn’t pulling off the ‘everything is normal’ thing as well as she thought. Ed gave her hand a final squeeze, grinning as Kent growled and glared at him.

  She slipped her
hand free and nudged Kent. “You can’t growl at the sheriff,” she scolded as Ed walked away.

  “He held your hand too long.”

  She rolled her eyes at his possessiveness. But she had to smile as well.

  Fifteen minutes later, she no longer felt the urge to smile. “Him. It’s him.” She pointed a shaking finger at the photo of the man who’d approached her in the parking lot of the diner and grocery store.

  “You’re sure?” Jace, the nice deputy asked.

  “Yes. I am.”

  Jace called Ed over. He stared down at the shot with a frown. “Well, shit.”

  “What is it?” she asked with alarm.

  Ed glanced at Kent. She didn’t understand the look they shared. “What?”

  Kent nodded at Ed. “Tell us both.”

  “That’s Dirk James. He’s an enforcer for a crime family in Seattle. Bad news. How did Max get mixed up with the Bartollis?”

  She had no idea, but Max had a knack for getting himself into the worst sort of trouble.

  “All right, we’ve got something to work on. Thanks for coming in, sweetheart. Why don’t you go and get some rest, you’re exhausted.”

  Rest? How could she rest?

  “I’ll take care of her,” Kent said quietly. “Thanks, Ed.”

  TWENTY MINUTES LATER, she gazed out the window as Kent parked the truck. What were they doing at Walmart?

  “What are we doing here?” she asked. She could barely remember leaving the police station. She guessed Kent had helped her. She was still in shock over learning how much trouble Max was in.

  Much as she hated him sometimes, she didn’t want to imagine him in pain or...or worse.

  She bit back a cry at the thought.

  “We’re going to get you a few things to help you relax,” he told her.

  “I don’t need anything. I want to go home. I mean, your home.”

  “You were right the first time, it’s your home too.” He undid his seatbelt.

  “I’ll wait here.” She didn’t want to deal with people right now. She didn’t want to adult right now. She bit her lip, she wished she knew how to free her Little. She wished she could ask Kent for help doing that.