Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies Book 9)

by Laylah Roberts

  A shudder worked through her. Oh, he was going to take that as a yes. Still, she had to tell him herself.

  “Do I have to answer?”

  “Yes,” he said firmly. “And remember how I feel about being lied to.”

  She squirmed on his lap.

  “Marisol,” he warned. He wasn’t letting her get away without answering. He had to know.

  “I don’t like when you call me by my name.”

  “What?” he asked, confused. What did she mean?

  “Usually you call me Mari or Mari-girl or teeny. When you call me Marisol it’s usually because you’re upset or annoyed.”

  Really? Huh. He hadn’t actually realized that, but she could be right.

  “Tell me, Mari-girl.”

  “Yes,” she blurted out.

  “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “For you, maybe,” she muttered.

  Oh, one part of him definitely got hard thinking about turning her over his knee and spanking that naughty bottom.

  “Have you imagined me doing anything else to you?” he asked in a husky voice. “Me kissing you?”

  “Yes,” she said breathily as he placed one hand on her upper thigh.

  “Me too. Every night since we went on our picnic, I’ve gotten myself off while thinking of you. Have you done the same?”

  “What?” She went rigid.

  Maybe he was pushing too far too fast. But he wanted her to know how much he desired her. Despite the fact that he was exhausted at the end of the day, he’d still get hard thinking about her in the shower and he’d jerk himself off thinking about her.

  He drew a pattern on her thigh with his finger, moving closer and closer to her pussy. She widened her thighs without him saying anything. He heard her breath hitch.

  “I wonder if I slipped my finger under your panties and ran it along your lips whether I’d find them slick with arousal? Would I, Mari-girl? Are you turned on? Do you need to come?”

  “Linc,” she groaned.

  Gently, he cupped her pussy. “Don’t ever doubt how much I want you. I can think of nothing else but you. My concentration has been shot. Whenever I’d call you and hear your voice, I would go instantly hard. I haven’t fucking played with myself this much since I was a teenager.”

  “Linc!” She let out a startled giggle.

  He grinned. That had been his intention. To make her smile. To hear that cheeky laugh. To break some of the tension. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her neck.

  “I want you, Mari-girl. I hope you want me too.”

  “I do.”

  “Thank fuck.” He kissed her, his lips soft but then the kiss grew harder, his tongue slipping between her lips. She whimpered as he drew back, staring down at her.

  He cupped the side of her face with his hand. “I’m taking tomorrow off. I’ll be on call if anyone needs me. But I want to spend some time with you. We can talk about your rules. Your expectations and mine. I want you to think about what you might want or need from me. It isn’t just about play or discipline. I can help you in other ways. If there’s something you’re struggling with or worried about. For tonight, I want us just to get comfortable with each other. We’ll bundle up on the sofa and watch some television before bed. But I do want you in my bed.”

  He felt her tense and knew what she was thinking.

  “Not for sex. Although I want that almost more than I can tell you. But because I need to hold you in my arms. I want to make sure you can sleep without having to get into the closet. All right?”

  She bit her lip, looking worried.

  “What is it?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. “You can tell me anything, teeny. If you’ve got cramps, if you feel ill or unsure or horny. Anything at all, but especially that last one.”

  He winked and she laughed.

  “I sleep with Princess Nana and my snuggly,” she blurted out.

  “Princess Nana? Your doll? That’s an interesting name.”

  “I had an obsession with bananas when I was a kid.”

  “You saw her?”

  “This morning, you had your thumb in your mouth and you were holding onto Princess Nana and your blanket.”

  “Oh God,” she groaned.

  “You looked so cute. Sleeping with your blanket and toy isn’t a problem, Mari-girl. Although I am going to have one rule about sleep time.”

  “What’s that?”

  He moved his finger to her thigh, drawing more patterns. Her breath left her in a whoosh.

  “This morning, all you were wearing was my T-shirt. And you were on your tummy, with one leg bent and up. The T-shirt wasn’t covering you properly, so I got a good view at the curves of that delicious bottom. And also, that nice, plump pussy.”

  “Oh my God, Linc!” She whacked his chest, trying to move off his lap.

  Nope, he wasn’t having that. “Do not move. You’re not to get off Daddy’s lap without his permission.”

  Now she gaped up at him. “I thought . . . I thought we weren’t doing anything tonight . . .”

  “We aren’t. But you’re being naughty and I think you need to know some rules now. If you’re on Daddy’s lap, there’s no getting off unless he gives permission. And I don’t care where we are or who is around. Understand?”

  “I understand.”

  “I understand, Daddy,” he told her firmly.

  “I understand, Daddy,” she repeated.

  “Good girl.”

  A small smile lit up her face. That was better.

  “If Daddy takes hold of your hand you must not let go until he gives permission, understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Now, the rule for sleep time is this. You are not allowed any panties unless you’re ill or it’s that time of the month. You can wear lingerie or one of my T-shirts. Some cute pjs if you’re Little. But no panties. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you call me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Very good, Mari-girl. You never did answer me earlier. Did you make yourself come while thinking about me?”

  She squirmed on his lap. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Yes, Daddy what?”

  He heard her breath hitch. Oh, he would bet she was soaking through those pretty panties right now.

  “Yes, Daddy, I made myself come thinking about you.”

  “How would you do it?”

  “What . . . what do you mean?”

  “I mean did you use your fingers on your clit? Maybe twist your nipple? Were you in bed on your back? Or in the shower? Bath? Or did you use a vibrator? Another toy?”

  “I don’t . . . I don’t have any toys.”

  “We’ll remedy that.”

  He loved the way she looked so shocked. Maybe she didn’t expect him to speak openly about sex. Or perhaps she didn’t expect he would insist she take part in the conversation. He wasn’t sure.

  But he did have to remember not to push too hard and risk her running from him.

  After kissing her forehead, he set her back on her chair.

  He got up and grabbed their plates carrying them to the dishwasher. “See those bags over there.” He nodded to the bags he’d dropped earlier. “There’s some new underwear and clothes for you in there. As well as a new phone.”

  “You bought me clothes and a phone?” She got up and moved to the bags, looking inside them.

  “And panties.” He grinned. “Not that I really think you need to wear them. Bear and Ellie went into Russell today, so I asked them to get you some things. Think I got the sizes right. They didn’t get a jacket or boots because I thought you might want to pick those, plus I wasn’t sure I’d get your shoe size right.”

  “You didn’t have to buy me anything. Let me get you some money to pay you back.”

  “You will not,” he said firmly.

  “But you shouldn’t have spent your money on me.”

  “Why not?” He turned and leaned against the co
unter.

  She looked confused at the question. “Well, because, you shouldn’t have to support me.”

  “What if I want to?”

  “But . . . but . . .”

  “You can’t work at the moment, Mari-girl. Your aunt hasn’t even been paying you properly. I have plenty of money. Not like my expenses here are high. I could buy you a thousand pairs of panties and not blink. If it makes me happy to buy you things, to provide for you, then are you really going to say that I can’t?”

  “No,” she said quietly. “I guess I’m not. This is just weird for me. I can’t remember the last time someone bought anything for me.”

  “Well, let me remind you of what to say.” He walked over and grabbed her hand in his. “The proper thing to say is ‘thank you, Daddy—'”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “I hadn’t finished,” he told her.

  She stared up at him with wide eyes.

  “You say, ‘thank you, Daddy. You’re the most handsome, sexy, smart Daddy in the whole entire world’.”

  Marisol laughed. And his heart lightened.

  This was exactly what he’d always dreamed of having.

  19

  Marisol sat on the sofa as Linc grabbed the remote and sat down on his big recliner. She expected him to put on some sort of sports game that she wouldn’t understand. But she wouldn’t say anything. This was his house. He’d worked hard all day.

  She wished he’d let her help clean up, but he’d insisted that Little girls didn’t do jobs like wash dishes. He had let her clear the table. She’d tried to point out that she wasn’t in Little space at the moment, but he’d just given her a stern look that told her she’d best be quiet and do what she was told.

  The more commanding and bossy he got, the more aroused she seemed to become. As she sat on the sofa, she was all too aware of her wet panties. She pressed her thighs together.

  To her surprise, he settled on a romantic-comedy. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

  “I thought I might go take a shower.” And deal with the need still flooding her.

  “After.” He patted his lap.

  “Umm. Okay.” She stood.

  “Grab that blanket, would you?” He pointed to the blanket on the end of the sofa. She picked it up and walked over to him. Linc kept the house toasty warm so the blanket wasn’t necessary for warmth.

  She moved next to his chair. He took the blanket from her.

  “Would you like to get more comfortable before you sit down?” he asked her.

  “Comfortable?”

  “I know women often like to take off their bra at night. Thought you might like to do that first.”

  “Oh, umm.” She would love to take off her bra. It was pretty much the best feeling in the world. Nearly as good as an orgasm.

  Sometimes better.

  “You can take off your pants as well.”

  Her mouth dropped open and he grinned up at her.

  “I think my pants are just fine on,” she said primly. “But I’ll just go take off my bra—”

  “No need to go anywhere.” He placed his hands over his eyes. “I promise not to peek.”

  Oh, she just bet.

  Nobody ever died because they needed an orgasm, Marisol.

  No. It just felt like it sometimes.

  “Uh-huh, I believe that.”

  “Why, teeny, are you calling Daddy a liar?” His voice was a soft croon that had made her shiver with pleasure.

  “Of course not, Daddy,” she managed to squeak out.

  “I thought not. That would be very naughty.”

  Oh shoot. Her pussy clenched at hearing him call her naughty.

  She turned around and managed to wrangle her bra off without having to take off her sweater or T-shirt. It was only after she had it off that she thought about the fact that she was going to be braless around him.

  This was not going to help her arousal issue. She turned back around to see he was indeed peeking between his fingers at her.

  “Daddy!”

  “What? I have to keep an eye on my Little one. Means you get into far less trouble. Hand me the bra.”

  “Why?”

  He raised his eyebrows as though to tell her that he didn’t need a reason. With a reluctant sigh, she handed it over and he tucked it down the side of the recliner.

  “Come here.”

  She walked over, wondering how she was going to fit on there with him. Reaching out, he picked her up and plonked her down on his lap. She was resting with her back against his front, her head on his shoulder.

  Then he arranged the blanket over them.

  “Comfy?” he asked in her ear.

  No. Not at all. How did he expect her to be comfortable when he surrounded her? His scent teased her. He smelled like the fresh outdoors with a hint of smoke from when he’d lit the fire.

  Earthy. Outdoorsy. His strong arm was wrapped around her middle, just under her breasts. She shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. Trying to put some space between them. Her erect nipples brushed against her T-shirt.

  That was a bad, bad idea.

  “Stay still, Mari-girl. Moving around isn’t a good idea.”

  “Sorry,” she said. But she didn’t last long until he was moving around again. Especially when he shifted his arm, and brushed it against her hard nipples.

  “Linc,” she groaned.

  “What do you call me,” he growled.

  “Daddy.”

  “What’s wrong? You’re all squirmy.”

  “N-nothing.”

  He slid his hand lower, close to the top of her pussy.

  “You sure about that? You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Mari-girl? Because lying means you get an immediate punishment.”

  “Punishment?”

  “Yep, I’d have to have you strip off your pants then lie over my lap. Then I’d lower your panties and smack your little bottom until it was rosy red.”

  “Oh God,” she groaned. Was he trying to kill her?

  “Does that turn you on, Mari-girl?”

  She was already turned on. Hearing him talk to her that way just made it worse.

  “Is that what the heroes in your books would do? Would they spank the heroine for lying?”

  “Y-yes,” she replied.

  “Is that what you want? To feel my hand smack against your bottom?”

  “I . . . I . . .”

  “Or do you want something else?” he murmured to her. She closed her eyes as his finger reached lower, just pressing against her clit. He just left it there, not moving. She made a frustrated noise, trying to thrust up against his finger.

  “Uh-uh. No trying to get your own pleasure.” He kissed her cheek. “Weren’t we supposed to be just watching a movie and relaxing? Seems my naughty girl has other ideas. Tell me, why did you really want to go have a shower? Were you going to play with yourself? Make yourself come?”

  There was no way she was telling him. Nuh-uh.

  “You don’t have to tell me, of course. But if you don’t, then I won’t know there’s a problem that needs taking care of, will I? We’ll just have to sit here, with you wriggling around on my lap because you won’t tell Daddy what you need. Like today, when you didn’t tell Daddy that you were struggling. That was very naughty.”

  “I can’t say the words!”

  “No? Why not?”

  “I’m a virgin,” she blurted it out. A twenty-three-year-old virgin. That had to be an odd thing in this day and age, right?

  “I figured you were,” he said very matter-of-factly.

  She slumped against him. “You did?”

  “Yep. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If I take things too far, if I push too hard, you can say your safeword and I’ll stop. No matter what.”

  “A safeword? Like for BDSM play?”

  “Uh-huh. But this safeword can be used at any time. We’ll stop whatever is going on and talk. Okay?”

  All right. That actu
ally made her feel much better. She slumped back against him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. You know I’m an old-fashioned guy. I’m not into casual sex. I’ve had other partners, yes. But only those I’ve been in a relationship with.”

  She did not want to hear about his other sexual partners.

  “And I haven’t felt for them a fraction of what I feel for you.”

  Thank God. Warmth flooded her.

  “I’m not going to fully take you until you’re absolutely sure you’re mine. Because that would be the last part of me claiming you. Fully. Right now, this is all new to you. You’re inexperienced when it comes to sex, to men, to being a Little. My Little. And I need you to be sure, because it would break me if I gave you everything and you left.”

  “I don’t want to break you,” she whispered.

  “And I don’t want to break you either. So we’ll play, we’ll get to know each other. And then when I’m sure you’re in this for good, I’ll claim all of you. Now, would you like me to help you relax? Or do you just want to sit and watch the movie? Just know that while I’m giving you this choice tonight, you won’t often have it. Sometimes, I’ll order you to sit on my lap and spread your legs so I can play with your clit. Other times, I might have you kneel between my legs and suck my cock. Would you like that, Mari-girl?”

  God, would she ever. She squirmed again, pressing her thighs together as her clit throbbed. It seemed like he knew exactly what to say to her to push her arousal higher.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You know what, baby? I think you were made for me. My perfect little angel sent from heaven. Dirty and hot. Sweet and playful. Hmm? Don’t you think?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she cried out and he moved his finger against her clit.

  Oh thank God. That felt so good. Yet it still wasn’t enough. Because she wanted to feel his finger against the tight nub. Wanted to feel it rubbing back and forth along her slick lips.

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d gone from zero to a hundred. From having no one other than the characters in her stories, to having a gorgeous, sexy, dirty-talking cowboy. One who wasn’t afraid to act silly to make her laugh, but could switch on his rough, dominant voice and turn her into a pile of goo in two seconds flat.