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“Yes, Daddy. Please don’t stop.”
His fingers danced along the seam of my nether lips and over my clit, which I realized must be so swollen it was protruding from my folds. I flushed and wondered what he must think of my heightened state of arousal. I’d never been so achy and wet and turned on in my life. I felt like one of the heroines in the daddy dom romances I liked to read before bed each night. I’d felt that way ever since Derek had said, ‘You can call me Daddy.’
Well, a few hours later and not only was I calling him Daddy, but I’d allowed him to spank me and touch my privates.
The pleasure built as he continued rubbing my moisture overtop my pulsing nubbin. I gasped and tried to catch my breath. Blissful sensations coursed through me, and I felt momentarily dizzy, never mind that I wasn’t even standing up.
He dipped two fingers—or maybe it was three, I couldn’t be sure—into my core again and proceeded to spread my moisture outward, covering my clit with another layer of my arousal. I jerked against his touch and cried out. He swirled a digit over my nubbin and pressed harder, and kept going and going until…
Dark spots dotted my vision and a wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I groaned, undulating my hips as I shamelessly ground my center back into his hand. As the last vestiges of my release faded, I struggled to hold my head up, I was so drained of energy.
I was vaguely aware of Daddy lifting me and turning me over to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, holding and steadying me at the same time. He pressed his warm lips to my forehead, and I absolutely melted. The comfort he was showing me, as well as the affection, brought tears to my eyes.
For the first time in my life, I felt like a baby girl who was truly cherished by her daddy. I wished I could stay here like this forever, sitting on his lap while he rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. I felt safe and treasured in his arms.
I realized the spanking he’d just given me wasn’t a true punishment spanking—I supposed what had occurred between us thus far could be classified as over-the-top flirting and sexy role playing—but it still felt like one of the most momentous occasions of my life. Because until now, I’d only read about daddy doms and littles and age play relationships. I’d never experienced it personally.
He'd given me a sample of the world I’d been eager to taste.
I was ravenous for more.
What would it be like to receive a true punishment spanking from Daddy? What would it be like to have him as my permanent Daddy?
He pulled back slightly and gazed into my eyes, and I flushed with embarrassment when my bottom lip quivered and a few tears spilled down my cheeks. I wanted to get control of myself. I didn’t want him thinking me weak, nor did I want him worrying that he’d hurt me. Both spankings he’d given me had stung, and sitting was a bit uncomfortable at the moment, but neither had hurt enough to make me cry.
“Hey, baby girl,” he said in a deep, gentle voice. “Are you okay?”
I sniffled and tried to force a smile, but it wouldn’t come. I felt my face crumple as more tears cascaded down my cheeks. Oh no. No no no. The last thing I wanted was to break down sobbing in front of him.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Really. I-I am not entirely sure why I’m crying. I suppose I’m just a bit happy and overwhelmed and… well, I’m experiencing a lot of emotions right now.” I finally managed a smile even though tears were still escaping my eyes.
He gave me a look of profound understanding that made me melt just as much as that gentle kiss to my forehead had. He could be a strict daddy, but he was also a sweet and caring daddy. He was so freaking perfect that I didn’t think any man I encountered from here on out would compare.
Did the handsome cowboy have any idea that in one short day he'd managed to ruin me for all other men?
He gathered me close, pressing my face to his chest, and stroked a hand through my hair as he hugged me. I breathed deep of his masculine scent and reveled in the warmth of his protective embrace. A few more tears rolled down my cheeks in secret.
“It’s perfectly normal to be feeling a vast range of emotions right now, baby girl. You just got your first spanking. From a daddy. Tell me, are you having second thoughts about being a little? It’s okay if you are, and it would be normal if you were suddenly doubting yourself. Especially when you have a stinging bottom.”
I snuggled deeper in his arms. My eyes no longer burned, and my throat didn’t feel very tight anymore. I’d finally stopped crying. I sighed and shifted in his embrace to wrap my arms around his waist. I hugged him back and was conscious of the hardness beneath my sore butt. Daddy was still big and firm and excited.
Once I finished processing his words, I said, “I’m not having second thoughts about being a little. But I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you anytime soon. This is all happening so fast.” I grinned against his chest. “My plan was to move to Rocky Springs, set up my art studio, and then maybe after a couple of months of settling in and getting my bearings, I would place a very specific personal ad on a dating app looking for a daddy.”
He pulled back and shot me a concerned look. “A dating app? Like the kind where people swipe right when they want to bone you?” He gave his head a slow shake. “I’ve seen news stories about those sorts of apps and I don’t think they are very safe. Someone might take advantage of you. Someone might even hurt you.” A glint of fury sparked in his eyes, taking me aback. But I wasn’t frightened, because I understood he wasn’t upset with me but rather the idea of someone hurting me. The realization had me reeling with shocked happiness.
“Well,” I said, holding his gaze as a bout of mischief took hold of me, “if it makes you feel any better, Daddy, if I saw your pic on a dating app, I’d totally swipe right.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.
CHAPTER14
DEREK
I handedGemma items from the bags and watched as she bustled around the kitchen putting the groceries away. Just as I’d gotten curious looks in Kay’s Diner this morning, I’d gotten plenty of stares while in the grocery store with Gemma. Though to the credit of all the busybodies who’d been staring, they’d all watched my interactions with Gemma with hopeful expressions. Everyone in Rocky Springs knew what had happened to Trisha, knew that I’d been alone since her untimely passing.
More than once over the years, a well-meaning friend or acquaintance would comment that I ought to consider dating again. The foreman of my ranch, Burt, had not so inconspicuously introduced me to his sister a couple of weeks ago, and the postal carrier had made numerous comments about how pretty and educated her daughters were.
While I’d been lonely since Trisha’s passing, I hadn’t actively considered dating again until I’d glimpsed sweet little Gemma standing in her bedroom doorway this morning. One look at her and suddenly I felt open to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I could start to move on. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be alone forever.
