“I’m yours, Colt. Take me. Fuck me,” I demand with a little growl of my own. My hands fisting in his hair.
I gasp when he sweeps me off his lap and throws me over his shoulder. He storms down the hallway to my bedroom like a man on a mission. He tosses me onto the bed then rips his shirt off. Next come his pants and briefs. He stands before me completely naked and glorious. I want to kiss and lick every inch of his muscular chest down to his throbbing cock, but I know that’s not happening right now.
Later, I think to myself. Definitely later.
Colt grabs my ankles and yanks me down to the edge of the bed. I gasp, then moan when his mouth comes down on me. He licks and sucks my clit, two of his thick fingers plunging inside me. His tongue swirls while his fingers work magic on my g-spot, and faster than I ever thought possible, I’m coming. He growls into my pussy, not letting up on his suckling. My orgasm crests, and then I’m thrown right into a second, more powerful one.
“Colt!” I scream, fisting his hair. I’m desperately pulling at him. I want him to stop. I want him to never stop. It’s so good it hurts. My whole body is a confused mess of sensation. One part undeniable pleasure. The other exquisite pain. They bleed into one another until all I can do is scream out my orgasm.
Finally, he has mercy and releases my clit from his torment. “You taste like the sweetest candy,” Colt rumbles. “I could eat you all day.”
“You’d kill me,” I say, panting for breath.
“You’d love it,” he counters.
He’s not wrong. What a sweet way to go. Death by orgasm.
Colt stands, his rock-hard cock thick and proud. “I’m going to fuck you now, beauty.”
“Yes,” I nod, wanting him as badly as he wants me.
Despite his declarations that he can’t go slow, he inches his fat cock slowly into me until every bit of him is buried deep. He swivels his hips and I lose my mind at the feel of him grinding against my ultra-sensitive clit. He retreats from my body just as achingly slow. Then, with a look of fire in his eyes, he plunges back inside me. He fucks me deep and hard, losing every bit of the polished man he is and giving himself over to the baser part of himself. The part that needs to own me. To fuck me until he’s claimed me fully.
“Daddy! Colt!” I chant his name over and over as he bottoms out on each inward thrust. Such exquisite torture every time he hits that spot deep inside that no one’s ever touched before.
Without warning, my orgasm slams into me. I arch off the bed, clawing at my own hair. The bite of pain brings me higher. Colt slips his finger between us, rubbing firm circles around my clit.
“That’s it, naughty girl. Come all over my cock.” He growls, the words hardly sounding human. “Fuck! I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my come. Ruin you for all others. Mine,” he snarls.
“Yours,” I gasp, shaking my head in assent. “All yours, daddy.”
With a groan, Colt buries himself to the hilt, and I feel his cock jump inside me. It pulses against my walls as his hot come floods my pussy. He pulls out and thrusts, again and again, spurt after spurt filling me until it’s dripping from my clenching pussy.
Finally spent, he collapses on top of me, holding me in his strong arms. I wrap my arms and shaking legs around him. I love his weight on me—the connection—I never want him to leave. I want him to stay inside me, on top of me, claiming me.
He pulls from my depths and arranges my limp body against the pillows. He walks to the bathroom, and I hear running water. He comes back with a warm cloth and gently cleans my well-fucked pussy. I shudder when the cloth rasps over my sensitive button, each nerve ending prickling from the sensation.
Colt tosses the washcloth away and crawls onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his strong arms. He presses a firm kiss to the top of my head. “I love you, Darlene.”
“I love you too, Colt—daddy. So much.”
Safe in my daddy’s arms, I fall into a peaceful knowing that everything is going to be okay.
Epilogue
Darlene—One Month Later
“You’re just being stubborn now!” I say indignantly. I swear my best friend is the hardest person to convince to do what’s best for her ever. “Come on, Cha-cha. Thurston needs a new cheer coach. Our current one just found out she’s pregnant and is quitting at the end of the school year! It’s perfect. You could be close to me and you’ve got family not too far away.”
Charity snorts. “That is totally not a big bonus. In fact, being closer to Dale is about the biggest deterrent there is.”
I mean, I can’t really blame her for that her stepdad is a giant douche, but he’s the only family she has left after her mom died from cancer ten years ago.
“It’s a great opportunity…” I add, trying to get her away from thinking about being closer to her stepdad. Definitely shouldn’t have mentioned him. Darn it.
“Okay, okay,” she relents. “I’ll send in my resume. But I’m not leaving Colson until the semester is up.”
“That’s perfect! The job starts for summer camp,” I say excitedly.
Charity laughs. “It will be nice to see you every day again.”
“I know. I’ve missed you. You’ll love it here.”
“I don’t have the job yet,” she warns. “Don’t get your hopes up too high.”
I snort a laugh at that one. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be top of the list.”
Colt pokes me in the side and gives me a look. Whoops. Guess I shouldn’t be promising favors to be called in. That’s sort of the exact reason I didn’t want people to know we are together in the first place.
Oh well, I think shamelessly. I’ll do anything to have my bestie here with me.
“Don’t pull any strings, Darlene,” Charity warns.
“Please, as if I need to do that. You’re the best person for the job.”
“You’re too much.” I can practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.
“But you love me.”
“You know it. You better get going. You’re going to miss your own party.”
“It’s called fashionably late.”
Charity laughs. “You hate being late. Happy Birthday! I love you. Tell Colt hi for me.”
“Will do! Love you most.”
I hang up the phone with a smile. I can’t wait until Charity moves here. Life will be absolutely perfect once she’s here with me. A man I love, and that loves me, a job I love, a fun and safe club to play at, new friends, and soon my bestie. Yep. Life is good.
Colt comes back into the room and gives me a look that promises naughty things. “Are you finished meddling?”
“I’m just trying to help you out. You know you need a new girls' gym coach and cheer coach.”
He gives me a knowing look. “And you miss your best friend.”
I pout and nod. “And I miss my friend.”
Colt shakes his head, laughing. “Come here, babygirl.” I cross the room to where he’s standing in his charcoal gray suit looking every bit the sexy principal he is. He pulls me into his arms and gives me a tender kiss. “I love you, Darlene.”
“I love you, too, daddy.”
“Are you ready to go to the club?”
I dance a little in excitement. “Yes! I’m so excited to see everyone.”
He gives me another look. “Because you’re excited about more meddling.”
I gasp, holding a hand to my chest. “Moi? Meddle? Never.”
“That’s why you picked the club to have your birthday celebration at and invited Melinda?”
I mean, he’s not completely wrong. But the real reason is that I love the restaurant at the club and am hoping for some playtime after dinner.
We get to the club and enter through the restaurant entrance instead of through the club proper. Everyone is already here, including Melinda, who is looking around at everyone in the restaurant with an incredulous expression on her face as if she’s trying to solve a problem. Nothing looks outlandishly different than at a regu
lar restaurant, but some of the couples definitely have a certain… flair to them. I choke back a giggle at seeing Coop standing closer than he usually does, giving anyone who looks at her threatening looks. He’s got the air of an angry junkyard dog ready to attack if anyone dares come close to his fence.
Perfect.
I had a little bitty bit of hope that bringing Mel here would give Coop the nudge he obviously needs to make the next move. Since Mel is definitely too shy to initiate anything, even if she really wants to. I have a whole plan to matchmake, but from the looks of things, there might not be any need. Coop looks like he’s ready to pee a circle around her to make sure no one else comes too close.
Tessa is the first to see us and she excitedly pops up from the chair she was waiting at and runs over. She throws her arms around me and hugs me close. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks,” I say, hugging her back.
“Our table is ready. We were just waiting for you to be seated,” she says helpfully.
“Right this way,” one of the hostesses says. I’m not sure what her name is, but I’ve seen her around. She’s wearing black leather from head to toe, and I can’t help but giggle at the look on Mel’s face. I can’t wait until she sees the rest of the club. Well, not tonight. That’ll be up to Coop. But I have a feeling it will be sooner rather than later. They are perfect for each other.
Dinner is the best. Everyone laughs and has a great time. Well, everyone except Ransom. He’s always pretty solemn, but when Tessa is around, he’s downright grumpy. Those two are like fire and ice. One minute, I think they would be the perfect match. Nights like tonight, I think they would go down in a fiery ball of flames if they ever tried to make something of the chemistry they obviously have. That is one relationship I will never meddle in. I want no part in it.
“Sorry to eat and run, but some of us have to work,” Jasper says as he gets up from his chair. He walks around the table and leans over me to give me a side hug. I return the hug and giggle when Colt lets out a little growl. Jasper has become like a big brother to me over the weeks, and I’m lucky to have him in my life. He’s an awesome guy and is so caring. He deserves a babygirl who will love him and his overprotective nature.
“Thanks for coming, Jasper.”
“Wouldn’t have been anywhere else. Happy birthday, kiddo.”
I wave bye as he leaves and shortly after the whole party breaks up. Coop and Mel are the next to leave. Well, Mel goes to leave, and Coop insists on walking her out. I’m pretty sure it was more about keeping her from stumbling upon the club proper than her safety, but I’ll take it either way. It’s one small step towards them, realizing what is right in front of them.
Ransom growls a happy birthday at me, then storms off towards the club. He’s not in his work shirt, and I have to wonder if he’s going to be playing. If he is… who is it with? Maybe he’s just going to sit somewhere and glare at Tessa. He helped keep me safe for weeks without complaint and refused any sort of compensation from me for it. He’s a great man… just gruff and grumpy.
“What are your plans for the night?” Tessa asks with a playful smirk.
I shrug. “I’m not sure. Swinging?”
Colt laughs. “Is that what you want to do for your birthday?”
I lick my lips and look up at him. “Maybe?”
“I guess we could change plans.”
“I don’t think I’m going to be swinging tonight, Tessa,” I say, completely distracted by my sexy boyfriend.
Tessa walks away with a laugh.
“Are you ready to play?” Colt asks. “Someone has a birthday spanking coming to her.”
“Yes!” My response is so quick and enthusiastic that he laughs.
“Let’s see if you’re so excited after twenty-eight swats.”
My eyes grow wide. “Twenty-eight?”
“One for every year you’ve been on this Earth, beauty.”
He holds me close and kisses me sweetly, then bends at the knee and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the restaurant and to a private room. I giggle when people whistle and hoot at us as we pass.
Colt doesn’t put me down until we are locked inside a private room—the Wonderland room, my favorite. He sets me on my feet then shrugs out of his suit jacket. I watch his muscles flex as he slowly rolls up his shirtsleeves. I think this might be the sexiest part of getting ready for a spanking. Especially a funishment like I’m getting tonight.
My core clenches at the look of fire in my boyfriend’s eyes. He’s in full-on daddy mode, and it’s everything my naughty thoughts could have dreamed up and better. Once his sleeves are expertly rolled, showing off his muscular forearms, he starts stripping me to my panties and bra. Then he has me completely naked and over his lap.
I’m breathless with anticipation as he lovingly strokes my backside. “Look at this pretty pale canvas ready for me to paint.”
He gives me a small swat that makes me tense from the surprise of it, but I immediately relax. His hand comes down again and again in light, teasing smacks as he warms me up. I moan when Colt’s fingers trail between my cheeks then to my pussy. His fingers slide through my slick folds and circle my clit before dipping inside me. I push back against his hand, wanting more.
Of course, he pulls his hand away and continues my spanking, leaving me wanting, but at the same time craving more of his firm hand. He increases the power behind his strokes until they are hard and painful, but I’m riding that invisible line between pain and pleasure so it’s all just pleasure.
“Twenty-seven,” he says before spanking directly over my sit spot, then he spanks the other side. “Twenty-eight.”
His hand lovingly caresses my heated bottom, and I groan. I relax into his lap, feeling nothing but the high of endorphins. My pussy is so wet, my thighs are slick with my cream. I squeal and arch off his lap when there is a sharp pain on my bottom.
“Can’t forget the pinch for good luck,” Colt says with a chuckle.
“Mean, daddy.” I reach back and rub the spot he pinched.
I don’t get away with it for long before he has both my hands pinned to the small of my back in one of his. Then his fingers are at my pussy, stroking and teasing me until I’m wriggling like a wanton mess.
“Please, daddy…”
Colt puts me out of my misery and thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy. My body is so primed that I’m crashing into an orgasm within mere seconds. “Oh, God!” I scream as he keeps fingering me right through my release.
The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the bed, and he’s between my legs with his mouth on me. He’s licking and teasing my pussy until I’m thrown over the edge yet again.
“That’s two,” he growls against my pussy.
I blink down at him in confusion.
“Birthday orgasms, babygirl,” he says with a sexy smirk.
My eyes widen as my sex-hazed brain catches up with what he’s saying. “You don’t mean…”
“Don’t I though?”
“You’ll kill me,” I groan when his fingers enter me again. He finds my g-spot and thrusts against it on every stroke. “Oh, God…”
My back arches, and my hands fist the blankets below me. “That’s three,” he says smugly.
I collapse back to the bed, nearly half-dead from pleasure and we’ve barely started. Thankfully, he kisses his way up my body, giving me a slight reprieve from the sexual onslaught. He kisses each nipple, then moves to my lips. I can taste myself, and, like always, it turns me on. I love the dirtiness of it. Despite being completely sated, I still crave more.
His fingers slip back between my folds and he lightly circles my clit.
“Daddy, it’s too much. I can’t.”
“Just relax, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.”
He kisses me soft and slow while rubbing those maddening circles around my button. The pleasure grows and grows until it feels bigger than me. Bigger than everything. I release the bedding and thread my fingers thr
ough Colt’s hair, holding him to me as I kiss him hungrily. The heat rises up inside me until I’m exploding into a million bright shining pieces.
He stands from the bed, licking his fingers clean of my release as he slowly undresses. I watch with hooded eyes as his muscled body comes into view. His cock springs free when he pulls his pants and boxers down, and I moan at just the sight of his thick length.
“Do you like that, naughty girl?” he growls.
“You know I do.”
With a sexy smirk he crawls over me, running his tongue up my body from belly button all the way to my lips until he’s kissing me again. I wrap my legs around his hips, welcoming him inside me. He slowly presses his cock inside one inch at a time, stretching me with his thickness.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Always so tight for me.”
“Only you, daddy.”
With a low growl, he thrusts harder. “No one else will ever know the sweetness of this pussy.”
I wrap my legs around him tighter, moving with his punishing thrusts. I scratch my nails down his back, losing myself to the moment. He grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed, then he leans in close and kisses me. I breathe him in, returning his kiss as he slows his thrusts into something slower, sweeter. He buries himself deep then grinds against my aching clit. Within moments I’m on the edge of the abyss again.
“Daddy!”
Colt nips at my bottom lip. “That’s it, babygirl, come on my cock. Come for me.”
“Yesss…” I hiss.
He crushes his lips back to mine as our hips move in tandem. It’s a dance we’ve perfected. One that drives us both to the very edge of sanity. Our kiss turns almost feral with its intensity. It’s teeth and tongue and passion.
He slips a hand between us, using two fingers to press against my clit and rub tight circles. I explode. It’s the supernova of orgasms. I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. My vision goes black, and the air seizes in my lungs. It’s so intense, my mouth opens in a silent scream. There’s no air to make any noise left in my lungs.
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