Tabitha
Utopia is, from the outside, like any other hotel in Vegas. Ornate and flashy and so big I have to tilt my head all the way back to see the top. And even then, the sun nearly blinds me as I stare straight up at the sky.
“We need to get you some sunglasses,” Daddy mutters. “And sunblock. Even if you’re only going to be outside for a little bit, I don’t want my baby to burn.”
God help me, it almost sounds like he–like he cares about me.
But that’s ridiculous. We barely know each other. And for most of our waking time together, I was apparently drunk off my ass. Too drunk to remember him recording me while I rode him like some… some… I don’t even know what, because I’m not that kind of girl. Wild and reckless and sexy.
You were last night. And he has the video to prove it.
My cheeks heat at the memory of watching myself on his phone screen, riding him with such careless abandon. If I can be that girl when I’m drunk, maybe I can be that girl when I’m sober.
Maybe.
But probably not.
Feeling somewhat dejected by that thought, I allow him to lead me past the guards at the entrance of Utopia.
And into the most colorful, noisiest, insane hotel I have ever seen in my life.
Whatisthis place?
A tall man with a broad, welcoming smile crosses the marble lobby to greet us. “Colt. Lovely to see you again. And is this your Little girl?”
“She is.” Daddy beams down at me. “Tabby, meet Mr. Baze. Baze, this is my Tabitha.”
Wordlessly, I accept the hand the other man holds out for me to shake. “She’s precious.” Straightening, Mr. Baze looks around and shakes his head. “My Luna is… somewhere. Making trouble, most likely. But there’s a breakfast buffet as well as sit-down service. The restaurant makes the best waffles ever, so I’m told.”
Seemingly out of nowhere, a blur of motion comes racing toward us. “Daddy, Daddy, are they here?”
Mr. Baze turns, catching the blur and swinging her up in his arms with a laugh. “They are. But what are the rules about running indoors, Luna Luciana?”
The blur, which I realize now was actually a woman dressed in a cute fluffy dress much like my own only in shades of pink instead of blue, blushes bright red. “Umm I’m not s’posed to. But I was too excited!”
“Hmm, well, we’ll have to see how excited you are about getting your naughty bottom spanked. But first, say hello to Tabby.”
Luna waves so hard, I’m a little concerned she might sprain her wrist. “Hi, Tabby! I’m so happy to meet you! Mr. Colt told my Daddyallabout you.”
“He did?” Frowning, I look up at Daddy—Colt. His name is Colt, though it feels… odd to think of him that way after calling him Daddy all morning. “What did you tell him?”
“That you are adorable and sweet and a bundle of energy,” Daddy says with a chuckle of his own.
Sweet, I can see. But the other things? Not so much.
I don’t want to make a scene though, so I just smile up at Mr. Baze and Luna. “It’s nice to meet you too. This is a really, um, nice hotel.”
Mr. Baze tosses his head back and lets out a loud laugh. “You’re allowed to say it’s overwhelming. Even my Luna gets a bit overstimulated here some days. But I’m sure your Daddy will take good care of you.” Juggling Luna in his arms, Mr. Baze winks at me. “In the meantime, I have a naughty Little girl to deal with, but I’ll be around if you need anything.”
The pair turn and walk away, with Luna protesting the entire time that she shouldn’t get a spanking for one reason or another. As I watch them leave, a million questions tumble about in my mind. “If I run inside, will I get spanked?”
“Yes, little firecracker. Anything that could put you in danger will get that naughty bottom of yours spanked, and unlike Mr. Baze, I won’t be nice enough to take you somewhere private to do it. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t want to be naughty. I definitely don’t want to risk getting spanked in public.
…Do I?
