Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies Book 7)

by Laylah Roberts

  She was tucked up in the corner sofa in her living room. Bain had placed a heating pad over her tummy. He’d also grabbed a blanket from his closet and was currently tucking it around her.

  This nurturing side of him was a surprise, she wasn’t going to lie.

  He handed her a bowl of with some of the ice cream she’d asked Dominic to get. Yum. Rocky Road. Caramel was her favorite. But in times like this nothing would do but Rocky Road. She spooned up some.

  “Where’s your ice cream?” she asked.

  “Don’t eat ice cream.”

  She froze and stared up at him as he grabbed the remotes for the T.V. “You don’t eat ice cream?”

  “Nope.”

  “What’s wrong with you?” she blurted out. Then she winced. That wasn’t very polite.

  “Lots of things apparently. According to you, I’m mean. I’m not sweet. I’m too rule-driven. I’m. . .”

  “Okay, but besides all of that. Really? You don’t eat ice cream?”

  “Nah. I’m not big on sweet stuff.”

  “I love sweet things.” She took a mouthful, and something crunched in her mouth. “Did you put sprinkles in this?”

  He sat next to her, wrapping his big arm around her shoulders. “Sprinkles make everything better, right?”

  “How did you know that?”

  “I saw you decorating cupcakes the other day with Estelle.”

  She bit her lip. “You did?”

  “Yep. It was the first real sign I had that you might be a Little. You looked cute with icing all over your face, your tongue out as you concentrated on spreading your sprinkles.”

  “A Little?” she asked with trepidation.

  “Oh, right yeah. We’re going to wait and talk about that tomorrow.”

  “We are?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?”

  “Needs to be talked about. Need to talk about limits. How young you think you are. Do we need diapers? Are you comfortable with spanking being used as a punishment? Is there anything about your health I have to be aware of? And that’s just the Little stuff. Need to talk about sex too.”

  “I. . .we. . .we do?” she managed to get out. Go her. Because he had quite literally blown her mind. Seriously. She wasn’t sure how she was still breathing right now.

  “Yeah. Are you okay with bondage? With anal sex? Is there anything I need to be aware of with your sexual history?”

  Well, that part would be a short conversation.

  “So are you. . .are you a Daddy Dom?”

  “Yes.”

  Caleb had warned her.

  “But we’re not talking about this tonight. Everything is too new. You need time to adjust. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  “And by tomorrow, I would have adjusted?”

  He shifted, lowering his free hand to rub her belly. Okay, that was bliss. “I thought so. Do you need longer? We could schedule this talk for the day after?”

  “Do you think it’s kind of a bit odd to schedule a talk like this?”

  “How else will we know to have it?”

  “We could have it right now.”

  “You’re meant to be relaxing. You shouldn’t be stressed before bed. Might affect your sleep. You don’t sleep well as it is.”

  “When you saw me sleepwalking how did I act? I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?”

  She put the empty bowl down on the floor.

  “No. What would you do that was embarrassing?”

  “I don’t know. . .I don’t really know what I do when I sleepwalk. It’s kind of terrifying. What if I wander out of the apartment? What if the person who is sending me these letters is watching and saw me?”

  “Won’t let that happen.”

  “But how would you even know? You could be asleep. You’d have no idea.”

  “Ahh. Yeah. After the first time caught you sleepwalking, I put a monitor in your room.”

  “You. . .you what?”

  “It has these pads that go under your mattress. You can buy as many as you like. Normally, they go under a child’s cot, so you just need a couple. But I put around twelve under your bed. Then when you get out of bed, it sets an alarm off on my phone.”

  She couldn’t believe it. “You. . .you’ve been monitoring me?”

  “Yeah. . .that a problem?” He sounded confused. As though he couldn’t understand how that could possibly be an issue.

  It should be. It was a total breach of privacy. And yet, all she felt was relief. She slipped her arms around his waist. Their position was kind of awkward and he ended up lifting her onto his lap.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re thanking me?”

  “I know I should probably yell at you. That’s seriously not something you do without a person’s permission. I mean that’s my bedroom and you just—”

  He placed his hand gently over her mouth. “Let’s just stick with thank you.”

  She poked her tongue out and licked his hand.

  “Did you just lick my hand?” he growled. She was getting used to those growls though. They didn’t intimidate her anymore. Well, most of the time.

  “Yep.”

  “Were you poking your tongue out at me? You know that’s naughty, right?”

  Her heart raced, her insides heating at his low, dominant voice. Was it messed up that she liked that? That she wanted to be naughty just to have him speak like that to her again?

  Another cramp hit her, and she let out a low, pained noise.

  “Still hurting, baby?”

  “Yeah.”

  He rubbed her tummy, kissing the top of her head. Despite the fact that she was in all kinds of pain and feeling bloated and awful, this was hands down one of the best experiences of her life. Had anyone ever held her on their lap and just cuddled her like this?

  “Know what’s good for period cramps?”

  “More Tylenol?” Bastard still hadn’t let her take any more.

  “An orgasm.”

  She stilled. Was he offering to. . .

  “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she squeaked out. “I mean. . .we’ve just started to. . .and I’m not exactly feeling sexy and I have my period!”

  “That’s why I suggested an orgasm to help with your cramps.”

  Right. Way to act like an idiot, Arianna.

  She buried her face in his chest.

  He rubbed his big hand up and down her back soothing. “Nothing to get all stressed out about. If you don’t want me to help, you could do it yourself.”

  “I can’t do that with you here!”

  Holy shit.

  “Well, I guess I could leave. Give you some privacy. How long do you need? Five minutes?”

  “What, no!”

  “Longer?”

  “No, Bain. I’m not. . .I’m not going to. . .with you. . .and Dominic.”

  “What’s Dominic got to do with anything? You don’t want him to help, do you? Because I don’t share. Ever.”

  “What? No! But what if he were to walk in?”

  “He won’t,” he told her. “He’s giving us alone time.”

  Right now, maybe she could do with less alone time with Bain.

  “Do you have something you use? I can get it for you.”

  “Something I use?” she asked.

  “Like a vibrator?”

  “No!” she squeaked.

  He tilted up her face. “Talking about this stuff embarrasses you?”

  “Yes!”

  “But why? Told you nothing was taboo between us.”

  “Yes. . .but, Bain. . .I feel like you move at the speed of a bullet and I’m a tortoise. In my family, we didn’t talk about sex or periods. My mother didn’t even like us to say toilet, we had to say powder room.”

  “Fucking weird. Okay, I understand.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah. No more talk of masturbation and orgasms.”

  She slumped against him. Thank God for that.

  “But just saying, in th
e future, you can have that on tap when you have cramps.”

  Interest filled her. “What about the rest of the time?”

  “Well, that depends how good you are.” His voice was low, seductive and a shiver of pleasure raced up her spine.

  “What do you want to watch?” he asked.

  “Is there an action movie? I’m in the mood for watching stuff being blown up.”

  “Wasn’t quite what I had in mind. But okay.”

  They settled in when he found a re-run of an old classic. She snuggled in against his wide chest with a contented sigh.

  She didn’t realize she’d started to doze off until she was suddenly moving.

  “You’re really strong,” she mumbled as he carried her out of the room in his arms. “I like that. I didn’t think I would. But it’s sexy.”

  He snorted. She yawned as he carried her through her bedroom to the bathroom. He set her down. She swayed.

  “You gonna be okay in here by yourself?”

  “Sure. Been peeing on my own for a while now.”

  He turned her towards the toilet. “Go. Do what you need to. I’ll be in the bedroom.”

  She stumbled through her routine then walked out to find he’d already turned down her bed. She practically fell into it. His soft laughter filled the room and she smiled.

  He tucked her in then ran his fingers through her hair. “Where’s your stuffy, angel?”

  “My. . .my what?”

  “Your stuffy. Where do you keep it? Assume you sleep with it, since you were carrying it the first night I saw you sleepwalking.”

  “How many times have I done it?”

  “Three that I know of. Twice here. Once at Tom’s. Jen had a stuffed teddy that we gave you.”

  “Oh God. That’s so embarrassing.”

  “What have I told you about being embarrassed?”

  “Yes. . .but you might be a Daddy Dom, however Tom. . .”

  “Has known me a long time. He knew my ex-wife. He knows what a Little is. He’s also involved in a long-term ménage relationship. Takes a lot to embarrass him.”

  “Jillian was your Little?”

  “No. Sometimes she tried to be in order to manipulate me. Not that I realized it at the time. But she wasn’t a Little.”

  “Have you had many?”

  “Nope. Just you. Your stuffy?”

  “In the drawer under the bed,” she whispered, surprised at his answer. “Her name is Patches.”

  “Right. I should have guessed.” He pulled the puppy out and handed her over. She snatched the stuffed puppy close.

  “This really doesn’t worry you.”

  “Baby, I think it’s cute as fuck. I’d tell you if I thought differently.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You like dogs, huh?”

  “Yeah. I always wanted a puppy, but my mother is allergic.”

  “You had a cat instead?”

  “No, she’s allergic to them as well.”

  “Donkey?”

  She snorted. “Right. I could just imagine a donkey running around the sterile house I grew up in. The lawns were manicured, no weeds dared to grow in the garden. A donkey? No.”

  “A goldfish?”

  She shook her head.

  Jesus.

  “How can someone be allergic to a goldfish?” he asked.

  “She said I’d just get sad when it died, and she couldn’t deal with that.”

  What a cow. His poor baby. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Not your problem.”

  “Would you like a light on?”

  “Um, yes. If you could turn on my lamp then switch off the main light, please.”

  “Of course.” He turned the lamp on, creating star shapes over the walls and ceiling.

  “You like stars, huh?”

  “Yes. They remind me of the time that Caleb’s family took me on vacation with them,” she said sleepily. “It was my first real family vacation. Oh, my parents took us on holiday. But it was all for show. They’d take photos with us that they could use to show off to their friends. Then they’d send us off with the nanny and we wouldn’t see them again. That vacation with Caleb’s family, it was so much fun. We camped out. Roasted marshmallows. His parents spent time with us. And one night, I snuck out and slept under the stars. It was so peaceful. It was one of my happiest memories.”

  He kissed her forehead gently, aching for that little girl. He wanted to climb into bed beside her, to hold her in his arms. But even he knew that would be moving too fast. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

  “You’ll have many more happy memories. I promise.”

  14

  She wasn’t quite sure how to act the next morning. He’d repeatedly told her not to be embarrassed by anything that happened between them. But she had no idea how to do any of this. She’d never had a boyfriend before. She’d only had sex once.

  At least her cramps were mostly gone this morning. She wandered into the kitchen, following the scent of something sweet and delicious. She came to a stop as she saw Bain at the stove. Dominic was sitting at the island, sipping coffee while looking at his phone. He glanced up and smiled at her.

  “Hey, there, sweetheart, sleep okay?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” Surprisingly, she had.

  Bain turned at his words, running his gaze over her. She stiffened. What was wrong? Did she have toothpaste down her front? Was her top on back to front? Wouldn’t be the first time. Or even the fifth. She didn’t always notice things like that. Which drove her mother nuts.

  “What is it? What’s on me?”

  His gaze narrowed. “Nothing’s wrong. You look better than last night. Got color in your cheeks. Cramps still bad?”

  “Bain!” she protested, not able to even look at Dominic. “You can’t ask me that.”

  “Why not? Need to know if you need some Tylenol this morning.”

  “I’ve taken some already, thanks. And Dominic’s sitting right there. I’m sure he’s not interested in this conversation.”

  She didn’t even want this conversation and it was about her body.

  Bain flicked his gaze over to Dominic. “Dominic doesn’t care.”

  “But Arianna might,” Dominic said. “Go easy, man. Not everyone appreciates total, brutal honesty.”

  Bain gave her an assessing look then to her surprise he nodded. “Sorry. I’ll try to be more discreet.”

  She moved over to Dominic. “Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”

  Dominic grinned at her. “Just be firm with him. Show him where the boundaries are and stick to them. Much like dealing with a child.”

  Bain turned and scowled at him. “You want waffles for breakfast or not?”

  “I’m shutting up now.” Dominic grinned at her. “Bain’s waffles are the best and I can’t cook for shit.”

  “How many waffles you want, angel?” Bain asked, grabbing some plates and setting them out. “Thought you might like waffles, seeing as you’re after a donkey sidekick.”

  What did that mean? Then she clicked on and grinned. “And in the morning, I’m making waffles.”

  Dominic groaned. “You two already have your own weird language going on, huh? Now I really feel like an awkward third wheel.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said hastily. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

  Dominic waved his hand with a smile. “I’m teasing. I’m glad the big fella finally pulled his head out of his ass and realized what a treasure you are.”

  She blushed. “Wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

  “It’s not a weird language. It’s from Shrek,” Bain informed him.

  “Oh right, I’ve never seen it.”

  “We’re going to have to rectify this situation,” she said to Bain.

  He gave a nod. “Definitely. Tonight.”

  Dominic groaned but smiled.

  “Are there still reporters outside?” she asked.

  Dominic’s face grew serious. “Yeah. A few. They’ll disappear a
fter a while if you refuse to talk to them. Probably be a good idea to stay in the apartment for a while.”

  That she could do.

  “How many waffles?” Bain asked.

  “One, please.”

  “You’ll have two.”

  She sighed but didn’t argue as she sat beside Dominic. Bain disappeared into the butler’s pantry.

  “You’re good for him,” Dominic told her quietly. “He’s always been intense. But it’s his way of showing he cares. Taking care of you. Just fight the big things, the things that are really important to you and let him have the small victories. He’ll calm down.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Maybe. Eventually.”

  Right. That sounded hopeful.

  Bain came back out and plated them up some waffles. Dominic ate quickly and left.

  “Is he all right?” she asked Bain.

  “He’s just giving us some privacy to talk.”

  “Uh-oh, sounds ominous.” She gathered up the plates. He rinsed everything, while she stacked them in the dishwasher.

  They worked in companionable silence. It was so normal that it made her feel kind of sad. Normal was all she’d ever wanted and yet it seemed so unattainable.

  Stupid, huh?

  “More coffee?” Bain asked.

  “Yes, please, but I can get it.”

  He shook his head and gestured back to the counter. “You sit, baby. I’ll get it.”

  “What did you want to talk about?”

  He set her cup of coffee in front of her. She took a sip and sighed. Perfect.

  “About rules and limits. And about your Little.”

  “Right into it then, huh?” she said nervously.

  He leaned across the counter and placed his hand over hers. “Communication is important.”

  She raised her eyebrows.

  He grinned. “Know that it’s not always my strong point. But it is important in a relationship like this. I’m not a mind reader. I need to know what’s going on in your mind. I’ll try to be much better at making my expectations clear. All right?”

  “Yes. Okay. I don’t really know how any of this works. I’ve never been in a relationship.”

  “With a Dom, you mean?”

  “No, at all,” she whispered. “I’ve only had sex once. Does it disappoint you?”

  “Disappoint me? Why the hell would it?”

  “Because I don’t know what I’m doing.” She stared down into her coffee.