BABY

by Dani Wyatt

  With two moves of my arm, I deflected his limp-fisted attack, turned him around and used his own inertia to make him fall over. I stepped over him as the women screamed and started crying.

  “Don’t fucking follow me.” I nailed each one of them with a stare so sharp it would draw blood. “I’m taking Chloe out of here and she’s not coming back. If any of you fucks come near her again, you better bring armor, because next time I’m not going to be nice.”

  “Ryder! You fucking asshole! I’m fucking going to fucking kill you!” Trixie started bawling, her black mascara streaming down her face like a demented clown.

  All the other hillbillies at the wedding turned to watch the chaos as Chloe’s former family members gathered over their phones, their faces like a ten-car pile-up that was the trash heap of their lives.

  I strode out of there like Alexander out of Rome, swooping my arm around my shivering Baby as she waited in the lobby. She must have sensed what was going down, because she never came back toward the banquet hall. Instead, she stood with her hands folded in front of her, her eyes even more devastatingly beautiful up close. Her round, cherub face, and the swell of her top and bottom made my boy jump to life in my pants.

  “Come on. We’re done here.”

  “What did they say?” Her voice shook as I pulled her closer.

  “They said we won’t be getting a Christmas card this year.” I smiled, and gave her a kiss on the head.

  And neither one of us looked back.

  Chapter Six

  Chloe

  I was spent.

  Ryder carried me inside like a little doll, and sat down on the sofa in his brand-new living room, holding me on his lap while he stroked my hair and rubbed my back. I tried not to cry, but there was a volcano of emotions erupting inside me. I couldn’t keep it down.

  “It’s okay, babygirl. You’re safe now. It’s just you and me.” Ryder’s deep voice rumbled in his chest as my face pressed hard against his rock-solid torso.

  The heat from his body radiated through me. My belly felt like it had a thousand butterflies flapping inside.

  “It’s so hard, Ryder. What if they come here and they’re really mad, and—”

  “You don’t have to ever worry about them again, Baby. Don’t you get it? That part of your life is over. They are a distant bad dream. Sure, they were your family and you’ve got some shit to work through. But they will never hurt you again. Now, look at me.”

  His fingers pressed onto both sides of my face, forcing me to look into his steel-blue eyes. The lines of his face were hard, carved, harsh. But his eyes were soft, and one thing I knew for certain was that I didn’t fear him.

  “You understand who you are now? With me? Right?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re my babygirl. You’re going to learn what it means to live that life. I know we’ve talked about it, but living it is going to be a transition for you. You’re going to make mistakes, and unlike your own father, I’m going to be a fair and loving Daddy to you. You know what that all means?”

  “I think so.”

  Ryder and I had exchanged hundreds of letters, had hours of Skype conversations and even more on the phone. We talked about how things would be with us. Some of the details about it sounded strange.

  I’d lived in such a bubble. I never imagined people lived like that—Daddy and his Baby. But the more Ryder explained, the more I realized how safe I would be with him.

  Always comforted. Eternally loved.

  I would belong.

  “We’re going to start slow, but you need to mind me, you understand? I’m your Daddy when we’re here together. You are always my Baby.”

  His heart was beating into my own as I leaned against him. He was big, and his arms enveloped me like a warm blanket. The rock-hard muscles in his legs flexed and shifted under my bottom. I had become accustomed to the hard shaft that almost always pressed out on his pants when I was around.

  “I’ll try. It still seems strange. But it also feels good, and comfortable.”

  “What’s strange is a world that lets a kid grow up in a nightmare. That’s strange. Do you feel that little girl inside you? Like we talked about? That little girl that no one took care of? That was left alone and had no one to love her? That little girl that needed a protector, and instead she got a predator? You’ve never felt safe, and I’m here to make sure that changes, Baby.”

  His voice was full of emotion, but the baritone made it clear he wasn’t fooling around.

  “How does it feel when I dress you up? Help you decide things? Let you be free and little? Take everything that worries you and give it to me, Baby. My shoulders are strong and broad enough to handle anything you give me.”

  My arms found their way up to snake around the muscle of his neck. The warmth of his breath on my cheek, and the deep timbre of his voice, had my body tingling. There was an ache between my legs. Ryder had been so patient with me for the five weeks since he’d been home.

  Yes, I wanted him.

  But I wasn’t ready to let him in between my legs. Not just yet. The girth and length of his cock scared me. I’d poked a finger inside myself thinking of Ryder. There was no way his dick would fit in there, and I was terrified of disappointing him. I was horribly afraid that the tight space was not made for a man’s cock that large. What happened then? Would he let me go?

  Laugh at me?

  I swallowed as a chill ran through me.

  I wasn’t ready. And that’s why Ryder and I did other things. He taught me amazing things about my body.

  “Come on. Daddy’s going to give you a nice bath. I have a new nightgown for you.”

  As if I was a weightless doll, he carried me to the master bathroom. He still wore his camo and that made my belly all hot and twisty whenever I looked at it.

  We still had to decide whether Ryder was going back overseas in a few months. For the time being, we had agreed that this wasn’t a topic for discussion, at least not right now. We needed to be with each other, to let things settle into something we both had been waiting for.

  Ryder lifted his fingertips to the buttons on my blouse, and a rush of heat burst from my gut, ran like a river of fire over my chest, and settled onto my cheeks. Up until now, I still changed my clothes in the other room and hadn’t let him see me naked.

  My trepidation got the better of me. “Wait, can we turn off the lights?”

  “No.” His voice was commanding. “Baby, you are fucking magnificent. I’ve been very patient, but you need to know how beautiful you are. I’m fucking hard as cold, rolled steel twenty-three hours out of every twenty-four because of you. Don’t let those bony bitches tell you what is beautiful. Trust me, they wouldn’t know.”

  I bit my lip. “What happens now?”

  “I’m going to take your clothes off and get you ready for your bath. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

  My belly flipped a hundred times when he commanded me like that. Looking up into the carved angles of his face, the full lips that kissed me like I was the most precious jewel in the world, I felt a heat settle south of my waist. It fluttered endlessly between my legs.

  He was so handsome. His eyes reminded me of some tropical lagoon. I fell into the rich layers of blue whenever he looked at me.

  And so, I let him bathe me. It was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me. Ryder always gave me his utmost attention, as if nothing else was important when I was around. The pounding between my legs wouldn’t quit while he soaped me. Warm water coursed down my back as my arms wrapped around my bent knees.

  I knew the wait was killing him. That ever-present outline of his erection was even more distinctive than usual. Yet, he took his time while he washed me. And then, what seemed like a wondrous eternity later, he lifted me out of the tub and wrapped me in a white terrycloth towel before carrying me to the bed.

  After he got me into my nightgown and under the covers, he crawled in next to me, hugging me against him like a perf
ect puzzle piece.

  My eyes started to drift closed almost immediately. I turned and gave him another kiss, pushing my ass closer to him, listening to his groans as I intentionally ground into his cock.

  “Ryder?”

  He exhaled sharply. “Yes?”

  “Do you think I can go back to school next week? If I miss too many classes, I’ll never catch up.”

  “My babygirl’s smart and I love that she’s studying art history. I don’t want her to miss her classes.”

  It was as easy as that. I’d half expected a protest, like I would have got from my own family if my needs clashed with their own. And I knew that Ryder would have preferred to have me here. But he wanted what was best for me.

  I took a moment to let that sink in, then smiled as I wiggled against him. “Thank you.”

  I gasped as his hand slipped inside the front of my pajama shorts, and up under the soft top. His fingertips rubbed the soft skin just above the patch of fine hair on my sex. There was no denying the hardened steel rod trapped in his shorts. He made little circles over my belly, his thumb grazing the bottom of my breasts.

  I couldn’t help myself. Something carnal and primitive took over. My hips swayed back and forth as a blinding haze of lust made me wonder if I could take the next step—tell him to climb over me and mark me as his.

  “If you don’t stop wiggling your ass back on me, I’m not going to be able to be patient with you much longer, little girl.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle, and craned my neck around to give him a kiss. “Sorry. I like to feel you hard against me, but I’m scared.”

  “I’m not rushing you. I’m glad you like this hard cock because it’s going to be part of your life for a very long time.”

  I bit my bottom lip and smiled to myself. “Good night, Ryder.”

  “Good night, Baby.” He nibbled on my ear, sliding his tongue around once.

  As I fell asleep, I couldn’t help but imagine thousands of other nights like this one. Safe in his arms.

  Tomorrow would be the beginning of our new life.

  Chapter Seven

  Ryder

  She settled in faster than I had expected. I was sure she was going to want to go back, to make sure they were okay, feeling guilty about what had happened. But once we walked out of that comedy of a wedding, it was like she was a long-caged bird, finally singing and flapping her wings.

  Free.

  Last night, she snuggled into my arms like a baby and I about lost my mind. I brought her a white cotton nightgown and enough of everything I thought she would need in the bathroom. I’d been buying up everything she needed online from the time I left with my team for that desert.

  Nanna had stored everything until I arranged for her to bring my stuff to the new house. By the time I got back, it was all set up and waiting for us.

  We didn’t even move last night and I held her against me. Sure, my cock was hard as a fucking stone, but it wasn’t the right time and she needed me to make her feel safe. And that was exactly what I intended to do.

  My babygirl knew me, and she was on target teasing me practically all night, but I took it and then took a cold shower.

  I was up at dawn, getting preps ready for her first day, priming her to become the Baby I knew she had inside.

  The first time I ever saw her, she had two long dark braids, wore a yellow polka dot sundress and white sandals. She was holding onto a purple teddy bear and had a bunch of colored pencils and a pad of paper in her hand.

  “You up, babygirl?” I asked as I wandered back into the bedroom, the sun already streaming through the window.

  “Yeah.” Her voice sounded sad.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m just not sure. I mean, what are they going to do? They don’t have anywhere else to go if they lose that trailer. If Dad loses his disability, what will they do for money?”

  Leave it to my girl to come up with some reason to feel sorry for the very people that made her life a nightmare from the time she was a little kid.

  “Don’t.” I gave her a stern look. “Your life is about you and me now. Not them. They can figure out their own shit. And don’t you call them, or see any of those fucks. Got it?”

  She nodded, her hair pulled loosely out of her pigtails. Sitting cross-legged on the white sheets, she leaned back on the pile of soft pillows. She looked like an angel, her lower lip jutting out just enough, her doe-eyes looking down, then finally meeting mine.

  “Here, I brought you some juice.”

  Her eyes flashed for a second, but I gave her a glare and put the bottle in her hand. I knew it was going to take her a minute to get used to the transition, but deep down, this was what she needed and I was going to be sure to give it to her.

  She pushed her folded hands down between her legs and gave me a squinty look. She was testing me, but I was ready. More than ready. My cock jerked to life and I knew it was time.

  “I don’t want a bottle, Ryder. I...”

  “Little girl, you’ll take the bottle and drink it, or you’re going to get a punishment. You and I both know this is what you need, that it’s what is right for you. Now take it.” I was giving her one last chance to acquiesce, holding the pink plastic bottle out in front of me.

  I’m nothing but honest, so I have to admit that deep inside I wanted her to defy me. It was part of the plan, part of her transformation. Getting my hand on her ass for the first time with a nice stern spanking had been in my dreams for far too long.

  I counted to three in my head, giving her enough time to realize she was making the choice to take the punishment. I could see in her eyes that it was what she wanted. And I was more than happy to oblige.

  “Okay.” I set the bottle on the nightstand, stood up, and grabbed my defiant babygirl around the waist.

  “Wait! Ryder!” She wasn’t sure what was about to happen.

  “Daddy. Don’t forget, little girl, you know the rules. I’m Daddy.”

  She started to put up a feeble fight, but I knew it was just bravado and let her play it out. If she only knew how watching her struggle made me almost black out from the need to get my cock inside her. That was coming, and soon, but first things first...

  It didn’t take much for me to flip her over and press her down over my knees. I can carry a 250-pound man out of a muddy ditch, in the midst of enemy fire, so getting this little tornado into position was probably the most fun I’d had in years.

  “I’m sorry! I’ll drink it, Daddy! Ryder...Daddy...please! No!” Her legs were kicking and she was squirming almost like a toddler. My mind could barely focus above the crazed lust that was swirling in every cell of my body.

  I’d almost rather have been dropped into freezing cold water, with my arms and legs tied behind me, than have to keep denying myself that ultimate prize: getting my cock inside her sweet pussy. And that urge wasn’t eased in the least as I watched her over my knee, kicking and yelping like a calf being roped.

  My fingers slipped under the elastic of her sweet little pajama shorts, pulling them down, along with the white cotton panties underneath.

  “You need to mind me, Baby. I’ve been putting off your first spanking, but enough is enough. Now, be still. You’re going to get ten hard swats for disobeying. Don’t fight or you’ll get more.”

  The sight of her plump, round ass with the shorts and underpants pulled just below the curve where her bottom met her upper thighs, was almost more than I could take. A rush of blood ran from my heart straight to my cock. I knew, one way or another, I needed relief after this.

  “Please, I’m sorry...I just...I’m still getting used to...”

  She was still pleading when I raised my hand. My heart stopped and the sound and sight of my hand meeting the two flesh pillows of her ass made me lose my fucking mind.

  I brought down my palm three times, fast and hard listening to her sounds making my dick impossibly hard.

  “Owww! Oh my God! That hurts!” She whimpered, but s
he quit fighting and her hands grabbed onto my legs like a spider monkey.

  Watching her skin turn bright pink like the inside of her slit was a work of art. I held back that first time, but the results were mesmerizing. It was unlike anything I’d seen before. I granted her a second to catch her breath, but I knew she was ready when her body tensed on my lap, and she cocked her hips up in anticipation.

  The four smacks reverberated up my arm and into my heart.

  The noises that I heard coming out of my babygirl were like an orchestra playing a stunning concerto. It was somewhere between whimpers of pain and gasps of pleasure, mixed with little ‘fuck me’ noises. My heart was beating as hard as it had when I took that kill shot with a screaming dark Taliban ass-fuck running toward us, strapped with ten pounds of C4.

  “You need to mind Daddy. You understand?”

  “Yes... I’m sorry.” I could hear she was crying and it broke my heart, but I knew it was for the best.

  I cocked my arm back and her little fingers dug into my leg. She pushed up on her tiptoes as they barely grazed the floor.

  Three more and her ass was screaming red now, and her body went from tense to tiny, shaking sobs. But she never let go of my legs. Every thought in my mind had my fingers spreading those lush ass cheeks, slipping down and sinking into the soaking wet heat I knew I had brought on with her first spanking.

  I was holding myself back with every ounce of my restraint. When my girl wiggled her ass and opened her thighs, it was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

  “You want Daddy’s fingers, babygirl?” I asked.

  Her little body shook, the sobs stopped, but her heartbeat drummed through my thighs.

  Her head bobbed almost imperceptibly, but I needed more. I was more than ready to sink my fingers into her dripping folds, but she needed to be a good girl and ask for what she needed. Maybe even beg a little.