Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  He tugged on her onesie. “I can see that.”

  “I’m not sure where to go from here but I do know one thing for absolute certain: I want to give things with you a try. I tried being without you, and it sucked. So would it be okay if I stayed here, for a little while, at least? I have plenty of savings…”

  “No need for that, I’m sure Marshall would put you right to work,” Landon said. He was smiling down at her—that breathtaking grin that lit up his whole face—and the tears streamed down Nayla’s cheeks as she thought her heart might burst with joy.

  “So what do you say? Can I stay a while, Daddy?”

  “I’ve wanted to hear you call me that since the first moment we met,” he said gruffly.

  “I know!” she sobbed.

  “Babygirl, you would make me the proudest and happiest Daddy in the world if you stayed here with me,” he said slowly. “I love you.”

  Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers, his hands roving over her body, his fingers deftly unzipping her onesie to get to the bare skin underneath. Within moments, he’d bared them both enough to get inside her and as he entered her, his tongue still exploring her mouth, Nayla wrapped her arms around the man she never wanted to be without ever again.

  Her Daddy.

  The End

  Tabitha Black

  USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic romance for well over a decade, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she's discovered the joys of writing more contemporary books with a greater emphasis on BDSM, as well as darker, edgier fiction. Her latest foray is into the fascinating world of M/f Omegaverse.

  Having lived in four countries on three different continents, she likes to "write to discover what she knows."

  She has a weakness for great coffee, strong, dominant men, and tattoos. At the time of writing, she lives in Germany with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face.

  Tabitha loves getting mail, so if you want to drop her a line, please do so at tabitha_black@hotmail.com . You can also check out her website here , sign up for her newsletter , follow her on Twitter @BlushingTabitha , Instagram , BookBub , or join her Facebook page . Thank you for reading!

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  Chapter 1

  P arking her battered car in the parking lot of the bus depot noted in the stack of orientation papers that she had received, Rylee Edwards looked around nervously. She’d saved for two years to afford this trip. Now that she was almost there, the worries she had kept tucked away during the hustle and bustle of getting to this place came crashing down over her. Her hands shook as she forced herself to turn off the car and drop her keys into the bottom of her purse. She was here to leave her lonely life behind for eight days. She needed to do this. It might be her only chance.

  Rylee pushed her oversized sunglasses up into place. The assistant librarian in a small town that only had two librarians, Rylee was the queen of researchers. She had discovered the Castle in her quest for a place to explore and live out her secret desire. Confident that she was a Little, she had promised herself that somehow, someday, she was going to make her fantasy come true.

  Thanks to online bookstores, she had hidden her fascination with age play from everyone around her. The small-town folk she interacted with every day would definitely never understand. They’d been aghast when she’d had a burger and a glass of wine at the local roadhouse. The head librarian had actually written a letter of reprimand for Rylee’s employment file stating that she would be fired for unbecoming conduct if there were any further transgressions.

  Books alone couldn’t sate her need to be cared for as someone’s special little girl. When Rylee had discovered the existence of the Castle, she’d immediately enacted a plan to get there. Saving every possible penny of her salary, the quiet assistant librarian had made her reservations after cashing in all her vacation and sick days to have as many consecutive days off as she could get. Twelve had been the lucky number. She vowed to make the most of those twelve days.

  To say the head librarian was not happy didn’t begin to describe the anger Rylee had faced when she had filled out the paperwork. Fortunately, she had not been able to refuse when Rylee had produced her contract and the paystubs from the last year to back up her request. It was either give her the time off or pay her for the unused days. The library didn’t have the funds to pay anything over their base salaries. There would be hell to pay when Rylee returned, but for those twelve days, she was free.

  Driving to and from Ohio where the Castle was located would take her two days. She’d made her reservations for eight days and nights—a strange number but she wasn’t willing to lose one day and only stay for a week. There hadn’t been any questions as she reserved her days. It appeared that people came and left each day.

  Rylee looked around the parking lot. The Castle wasn’t in sight, but she’d received instructions to park here and ride the bus onto the property. Her battered car had seen better days. She quickly scanned the other cars in the lot ranging from high-end luxury sedans to kid-toting minivans, and her car didn’t look out of place. They all looked—normal.

  She squeezed her eyelids shut to give herself a lecture. You can do this. You want to do this. Don’t wimp out now. Go! Her fingers blindly hooked around the latch on the door and pulled it to open the car door. Without opening her eyes, Rylee forced herself out, looping her purse over her shoulder. You owe this to yourself.

  With that thought, her unique blue-green eyes blinked open. She leaned over to release the trunk latch and stepped back to slam the door closed. Rylee was doing this. She busied herself with pulling her small suitcase from the back of the car and making sure everything was locked. After one last check that she had everything, the plump brunette headed to the awaiting bus.

  Several people milled around by the side of the bus. Rylee supposed that they were reluctant to sit any longer than necessary after driving to reach this destination. She knew she needed to get on before she chickened out. Leaving her small suitcase with the driver, she forced her trembling legs to climb the stairs.

  Rylee collapsed onto a seat about halfway back. Immediately, she closed her eyes and repeated the phrases that had gotten her this far. You can do this. You want to do this. Don’t wimp out now. You owe this to yourself.

  She didn’t notice the incredibly muscled man across the aisle to her left. He, however, had noticed her. Had she opened her eyes to look around, she would have been distracted from her thoughts. Rylee, unfortunately, concentrated on locking her legs under her seat to keep herself from bolti
ng from the bus. She was going to do this.

  Chapter 2

  N o one had ever accused Dallas Kennedy of being handsome. His face was stern and unyielding. Kind people described his features as being carved from stone. Others said he had a face only a mother could love. Tall and heavily muscled, Dallas’ favorite place was the gym. There, it didn’t matter if his face was unattractive. His ability to lift incredible amounts of weight had earned his body admiration.

  He’d had his share of feminine attention. For some reason, his build alone attracted a bevy of women. He had tried to make several relationships work, but none of them had been what he was looking for in a life partner. Dallas had been searching for his own Little for as long as he could remember. His perfect woman would be one who wished to be taken care of completely.

  Dallas was not alone in his desires. He had found other men attracted to the same type of dominant relationship. Each of the men had a particular type they were seeking—or, if they were extremely lucky, had already found. Small and fragile, bratty and challenging, babies or middles, each Daddy knew who their match would be. Dallas did as well.

  Staring at the woman across the aisle, he knew she was his. Her frightened expression, combined with her fingers nervously twirling a lock of hair, gave her away. There was no doubt that she was a Little. She was plump and round, and he would have no problem carrying her in his muscular arms. She would make an amazing armful. Her long, tousled hair would be adorable in braids at the sides of her head , he thought with a smile. The large sunglasses were an endearing shield to guard her from the rest of the world. They succeeded in hiding those amazing eyes he’d only glimpsed for a few seconds.

  He wasn’t only attracted to her physically, of course. The waves of fright that radiated from her activated every protective fiber in his body. Leaning toward the enchanting Little girl, he started to speak to her, but the traffic of people wandering down the aisle increased as the bus driver began encouraging everyone to take a seat. His attempts to communicate with the captivating Little were blocked.

  When a talkative young woman plopped down to sit next to him, Dallas was further separated from the one who had captured his interest. Politely, he allowed himself to be drawn into a conversation. She had been at the Castle before and had lots of great stories to tell. His brown eyes kept track of the charming Little across the aisle even as he politely spoke to his seatmate.

  Monopolized by the never-ending chatter, Dallas missed the view out the window as they drove through the meadows, trees, and brown soybean fields to reach the front gate. When they came to a stop, he watched carefully to see the Little across the aisle slip into the flow of traffic heading off the bus before he turned his attention to bidding goodbye to the young woman who had been talking to him. When she tried to make plans to see him later, he definitively stated that he would not be available. She had not been pleased.

  During that involved conversation, Dallas had missed the Little’s escape from the departure of the eager attendees. Overwhelmed, she darted from the traffic flowing down the aisle back into a seat. As the traffic including Dallas swept by, she huddled, busily searching in her purse to avoid making eye contact. He did not notice her as he continued to dissuade the aggressive woman from her persistent plans to share his vacation.

  Once out of the bus, Dallas’ eyes swept the crowd looking for the Little. When he didn’t see her, he brusquely excused himself from the clingy woman and strode forward, looking for her. Taller than most of the arrivals, the determined man searched for long brown hair with golden highlights. He was halfway across the drawbridge when he realized that she was not in front of him. Turning abruptly, he apologized to those behind him as he walked swiftly back to the bus.

  The driver was speaking softly to two men wearing white bracelets. Dallas overheard the words, “She’s too scared to get off but doesn’t want to go home. She’s crying.” There was no doubt whom they were discussing.

  Quickly, he introduced himself to the group. “Masters,” he said respectfully, acknowledging their dominant roles. His eyes held theirs steadily, revealing his similarly dominant nature. “May I approach the Little on the bus to see if I can help?”

  Masters Brody and Eric looked at each other in surprise. Eric addressed the hulking man before them. “We are glad you have joined us at the Castle. We’re accustomed to handling situations like this. Please join the others for the orientation procedure.”

  With that, the men dismissed him and turned to discuss who would be best to go talk with the distraught young woman. While their attention was on each other, Dallas simply walked around them and climbed up the stairs. He ignored the shouted, “Wait!” that one of the Masters called after him. As he angled his thick body to move down the aisle, his eyes searched for the source of the muffled crying that he immediately heard.

  There she was. Dallas’ heart lurched. The entrancing Little was hunched over her plump thighs, her hands clasped over her eyes as she sobbed and reprimanded herself at the same time. Quickly, he slid into the first seat across the aisle.

  Reaching out a large hand, he began to rub softly across her arched back. “Little girl, I would like to help you,” he gently offered. He expected her to ricochet into a seated position. To his surprise, she didn’t even look at him.

  “I’m so scared. I want to do this. I’ve longed to do this. Now, I’m too scared to make my dreams come true,” she shared in a small, muffled voice interrupted by ragged breaths and sobs.

  “Little girl,” he said, softly. His words dripped with kindness and concern. Dallas couldn’t stop himself. His hands slid around her to lift her easily. Just as he had imagined, she felt perfect in his arms. After gently settling her on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly to his hard body. To his delight, her head settled into the hollow of his neck, and one hand reached up to curl her fingers into the soft material of his t-shirt, clinging to him.

  He began to rock her softly back and forth as he rubbed her back. Her sobs began to ebb, and her body relaxed against his broad chest. The steps at the front of the bus creaked under someone’s weight, drawing Dallas’ attention. He met the gray eyes of the blond Master. “She’s going to be fine. She’s mine,” he said, claiming her.

  “Is that what the young woman wants?” Master Eric probed. A Daddy Dom himself, Eric didn’t question the immediate bond that this hulking male guest exhibited. But he knew that not all attractions were reciprocated. He wished to make sure that this young female guest wished to remain in the male’s company.

  Chapter 3

  S itting on the large man’s lap, Rylee felt wrapped in warmth and caring. She hadn’t even seen his face, and somehow that didn’t matter. The feelings of being Little without any support had overwhelmed her. She had always wanted to allow her Little side out but hadn’t realized how scary the world could be for a Little without a Daddy.

  Sheltered in his arms, Rylee had begun to recover. Her body seemed to recognize this man. Clinging to him like a life raft in the middle of a treacherous ocean, she wanted to release her hold on his shirt but couldn’t. When the dominant voice spoke from the front of the bus, she shivered against her protector. She couldn’t be separated from him.

  Her courage rallied behind this thought, giving her strength to raise her head from his chest to look at the stranger in front of her. Recognizing immediately that he must be a Dominant from the Castle, she quickly answered, “I want to stay with him, please.” She held his gray eyes until he nodded.

  “You’ll need to join the others for the orientation now,” the concerned blond Dominant answered.

  She felt the mountain of a man lean over to snag the straps of her large purse. Her eyes lifted to his face as he looped the long leather straps over his massive shoulder. Her gaze was captured by his. She could read the concern and caring in the deep brown eyes.

  Tentatively, she smiled at this amazing stranger who was so much more. His answering grin took her breath away a
s it transformed his face into… wow! His stern features morphed to reveal a stunningly handsome face. Instantly, she knew this was not a side of him that he showed the world. To her delight, the man leaned toward her to press his lips to hers briefly. Her lips chased his as he sat back, earning her a low chuckle that vibrated the muscular chest pressed against her.

  Tightening his grasp, Dallas stood easily, lifting Rylee in his arms. She gasped in surprise. No man had ever even tried to carry her. Her fingers clung to his body as the large man carefully carried his precious cargo off the bus. He gently set her feet down on the trampled ground, holding her close by his side. He wasn’t even winded from the exertion. Rylee turned to look at the men as he extended his free hand to shake each of the Masters’ hands.

  “Dallas Kennedy. Thank you for being concerned about my Little.” His deep voice claimed her without hesitation. Her heart thrilled. Dallas. It was the perfect name.

  Reaching out to take Dallas’ hand, the first man said, “Do not use your real name here at the Castle.” Releasing his hold, he stressed, “This is a firm rule. I am Master Eric, and this is Master Brody.” The blond man answered with a slight nod. Those gray eyes turned to capture hers.

  Automatically, Rylee ripped her gaze from Eric’s, looking at Dallas’ once again stern face. At his encouraging nod, she glanced back to the two Masters. Her voice stumbled over the words. “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to be brave. I just got really scared.”