by Measha Stone
Until Daddy
Until Series Book 2
Measha Stone
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Until Daddy
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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Chapter 1
A man with a devilish grin, stern features, and handsome swagger walked straight for them. Carissa tried to ignore him. Surely, he was headed elsewhere. Maybe to the group of giggling women standing behind herself and Jade.
“There’s a lot of people here.” Jade’s voice broke into Carissa’s thoughts.
The man walking toward them paused momentarily to talk with a younger guy wearing a headset. Did his eyes just flicker in her direction while he continued the conversation?
“It’s getting hot, too.” Jade started to fan herself.
Carissa needed to concentrate. She and Jade had ventured to the Mistletoe Madness party together to give each other support. More so because Carissa wanted to support Jade as she finally took a step into the world of BDSM clubs, and maybe finally owned up to everything she really wanted out of a relationship. So her attention couldn’t be on the man stalking toward them again, weaving in and out of the crowd looking not just determined, but possessive.
“It will cool off once they open the play rooms.” Carissa didn’t look at her friend while talking. How could she—his eyes were on her, directing her to keep contact with him.
This was ridiculous. Even if he was headed for her, it wouldn’t matter. Most men who approached her at the clubs didn’t stick around very long once she started to go through her kink list.
“What’s that?” Jade pulled on Carissa’s arm and pointed toward the large lounge area of the greeting room.
“It’s the bar, Jade.” She turned to face her friend, who clearly felt on edge having to wait to get into the play rooms. “Relax. Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll mingle. You’ll find a nice guy to chat with, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get yourself bent over one the spanking benches and have that little public play cherry of yours popped.”
“You say that as though it’s so easy.” Jade screwed up her face with doubt and let out a long sigh. “Fine. You’re right. I need to relax. Whatever happens will happen, right?”
“Exactly. Never think to have the night planned out, as you’ll most often find it’s out of your control anyway,” a deep voice answered as Carissa opened her mouth to say something in a similar vein.
She didn’t need to turn around to know who had spoken the words but she did anyway. Right there, merely six inches from her, stood the devil himself. Or at least, his cousin. He seemed bigger and firmer than she imagined the devil would look. The Prince of the Underworld probably had more of a sinister appearance, angry eyes, bulging muscles, ready to rip apart his subjects. This man stood much taller than she and was built well enough from what she could tell with his suit on, but nothing in his sculpted features showed anything but control. No anger, no pompous arrogance, just confidence and pure dominance.
“Well, that may be true.” Jade didn’t seem the slightest bit affected by him.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He inclined his head, giving Carissa a soft smile but making no move to actually exit the conversation.
“Oh, it’s all right.” She took a small step back, though with the crush of people waiting to be allowed into the play rooms, she bumped into another person and had to apologize.
“It’s really crowded here.” He scanned the crowd. “Almost too much so.” His lips flattened together. “I need to speak to someone.” With an annoyed glance around the room, he placed his hands on Carissa’s shoulders.
She should shove him away. It was what she would normally do if a man started to get handsy before she had even said hello properly. But his hands, the warm touch of his skin against her body, sent a shiver down her spine. The feeling was more comforting than irritating.
“The lounge isn’t as packed. Will you go sit at a table for me and I’ll meet you over there?” His eyes were back on her, the smile had returned as well.
“I don’t— “
“I’m Jamison Croft. Just tell the bartender to give you a drink and put it on my tab. Unless you had other plans?” His left eyebrow arched.
“No, but I came with my friend, and I think I should stay with her.”
“Oh. Of course.” His gaze swept over to Jade then back again.
“It’s fine, Carissa,” Jade said. “I’m better with my nerves on my own anyway.”
Carissa nibbled her lower lip. She didn’
t know him, and it was a little arrogant of him to just walk up to her and claim her. Yet that little sensor inside her that warned her when a douchebag was near remained quiet.
“I really do need to get this crowd issue taken care of. If you’d like to have a drink with me, I’ll look for you over in the lounge.” He looked around once more and gave her shoulders a little squeeze.
Just before he walked off again, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t have any liquor.”
She felt her brow crinkle. Presumptuous, to boot!
“Of course it’s up to you. I hope you’ll be there.” He gave her another squeeze and pushed through the crowd, heading toward what seemed to be the main offices of the club.
Once he’d disappeared into the office, her feet began to move. She mumbled something to Jade about where she was going, but with the crowd of people and music starting up, she doubted Jade heard her.
The bartender scooped up an empty glass and took it behind the bar as Carissa stepped up.
“How can I help you?” Another handsome man smiled at her. Was it a requirement for the club? Although she’d met the bartender a few days back, when she’d taken it upon herself to check out the club before bringing Jade.
“A Shirley Temple, please.” Jamison had said to put it on his tab, but she pulled out a bill from her small clutch and handed it over.
“Coming right up.” He went about making the non-alcoholic drink while she watched. She’d met men at the clubs before—almost every kinky boyfriend she’d had, she’d run into at a club—but this meeting felt different.
Shaking her head, she cleared her mind of any sort of fanciful notions. Her type of relationship wouldn’t last long. They never did. And not just hers, but all kink relationships she’d seen barely made it out the gate before the shine started to wear off.
“Here you go. And here’s your money. Jamison said it’s on him and to go sit at the far table in the corner.”
Carissa plucked the five-dollar bill from his outstretched hand and looked over her shoulder. She noticed Jamison right away. His eyes made contact with her and he smiled, waving his little walkie-talkie in the air and making a pointing gesture. Where was her anger at his behavior?
“Thanks,” she mumbled to the bartender and found the table Jamison had mentioned.
He’d been right. The lounge wasn’t crowded at all. The sign hanging on the wall stating that in order to sit at a table, you needed to have purchased a drink, probably had something to do with it.
Carissa was a few sips into her drink when Jamison arrived, wearing a wide grin. He handed the walkie-talkie over to the waitress who passed by and took his seat across from her.
“A Shirley Temple.” He nodded at her drink with another approving grin. “Good choice.”
“Did you want to order a drink?” She pointed at the bar when he leaned back and unbuttoned his jacket.
“Not right now. I already had a drink, and I don’t over indulge…” His sentence trailed away into the rumblings of the crowd, who were starting to move.
“They opened the doors.” She looked over his shoulder, trying to find Jade.
“Yes. We were supposed to wait a bit longer, but the crowd was too tight in the waiting area so I had them open early.”
“You?” She twisted her neck. Where had Jade gone off to?
“Yes.” He reached over and captured her hand in his. “If you’re looking for Jade, don’t worry about her. Garrick is planning to take care of her tonight, so you are off the clock.”
Her eyes snapped back to him. “Garrick? You know Garrick?” Garrick and Jade had been close friends since near childhood. Jade wouldn’t like running into him, and how did Jamison know him?
“He and I do business together.”
Apparently, he read minds as well as owned kinky night clubs.
She looked at him again, closer this time. “I think I’ve heard him mention you.”
“I was a little surprised Jade didn’t recognize me. We’ve met a few times,” he said.
“She’s a little preoccupied—did you say Garrick was here?” She started to stand from the chair, but Jamison tugged her back down into her seat.
“Yes. And you’ll stay out of it.”
And the twist in her chest began. “Oh, I will? And who exactly do you think you are to go ordering me about?”
The corner of his mouth twisted up and his eyes sparkled with glee.
“Did he send you to babysit me?” Garrick would do something like that if he was trying to get Jade alone. Carissa had always known he was into kink, little things he said and did, but she’d never broached the subject with him.
“Do you need a babysitter?”
The way he said the words, the little bit of levity mixed with the heaviness of curiosity, made her gulp back her initial irritation. His eyes narrowed in on her, as though taking stock of her reaction to his question, and if the slight heat of her cheeks was any indication, she had a full blush starting to take over.
“I don’t need anything.” She gave her standard response when putting up the brick wall, but even she could hear the weakness in her tone.
He nodded and gave a chuckle. “Oh, I’m sure you need a few things.”
“Why is Garrick here?”
“Why wouldn’t he be? He’s part owner, like myself.”
Garrick owned several properties and shares in different businesses, but she had never heard him speak about Dark Lace before.
“I’m not going to answer any of your questions about Garrick. You’ll have to ask him yourself. What I am going to do,” his thumb caressed her palm, “is spend as much time with you tonight as you’re okay with.”
She swallowed. How could a finger cause so much excitement to run through her body?
“Fair enough, I suppose. I’ll ask him tomorrow.” She pulled back, breaking the contact with him so her mind could focus better on the conversation. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of her Shirley Temple.
“There’s a room back there where I generally like to play.” He looked over his shoulder then back at her.
“You want to play?” Of course he did. It was a fucking club, after all, and it was exactly why she’d shown up to the party to begin with.
He gave another laugh. “If you’re up for it. But we have to finish our talk first.”
“Okay.” She shrugged and took another sip of her drink. Negotiations weren’t foreign to her, and it meant he was a serious player. No newbie.
“I typically play in the nursery.” The sentence dropped down on the table like a bag of oranges. Her heart instantly started to pick up speed and her breath hitched.
“The nursery?” She’d seen the room the last time she’d been at the club, but hadn’t gone inside. It had been a quick visit, more to scope out the place.
He folded his hands on the table and gave a slow nod. “Yes.”
“You’re into age play?” She tried not to sound judgmental, or hopeful. Her desires were somewhere in that general area of play, but most men who were into that wanted more than she could give them.
“A bit, not as seriously as most. If we play tonight, it will be in that room. Are you okay with that?”
Not as seriously as most? Exactly how she described it to men she talked with online or when she bumped into them in the clubs, to the few she found interested in her particular brand of kink.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I think I’ll start carrying around my list of limits, it would make this part less awkward.”
He laughed. “It doesn’t have to be awkward. If we play, I won’t go any further than a bare bottomed spanking. No fucking, but if you’re a good girl, I may be nice enough to give you an orgasm. That’s all. So, no need for laundry lists of limits and wants.”
A simple scene?
“You don’t want to fuck me?” She clamped her mouth shut after asking that question.
He laughed again. “Oh, lit
tle girl, I want to do way more than that, but we just met, and that’s more of a second or third date sort of question.”
Little girl. Fuck, how that phrase made her panties wet.
“You’ve played a lot, then?” She supposed she should ask a few questions.
“Plenty. Yes. You?”
“Some.” Not as much as she’d like, but she held no fairytale notions about what happened in kink relationships, so much of her playtime was kept short.
“Hmm.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “Would you like to play tonight? In the nursery?”
Her throat dried, and she’d just swallowed the last of her drink.
“Sure.” She did her best to sound aloof, but something in his eyes told her he could see how excited she was anyway.
“Excellent. Then let’s have at it.” He stood up and held out his hand.
She slipped her fingers into his palm and with a gentleness that seemed contrary to the strength of his build, he held on to her and helped her from the chair. They walked from the lounge through the nearly empty waiting area of the club before heading down the hallway to where she knew the nursery room was.
Just outside the room, he spun her and pushed her against the wall, bringing his face to hers, their noses touching lightly.
“Once we are in there, if you want me to slow down, you’ll use the color system. Yellow for slow and red for stop. While I’m spanking you, I won’t stop just because you say stop. If you don’t use your colors, I will not stop. Do you understand that?”