Daddy's Pet (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 5)

by Olivia Fox

  “Why are you wriggling, kitten? Obviously, Daddy has to spank you.”

  “I’m wriggling, Daddy, because I’m hoping it will be a playful spanking and that it will end in you fucking me.” She wriggled her ass at me from on top of the table, and the effect pained my groin. I allowed myself the indulgence of slipping my fingers into the waistband of her white, cotton panties and sliding them slowly over her bum, revealing the creamy prize I planned to destroy. I pulled the panties off and lowered my face to smell them. Delicious. Almost enough to make me skip ahead to the main meal, but no, she would be disciplined first.

  The ponytail had to be one of the best inventions in the world when it came to hard fucking—fucking at all for that matter. So simple, yet so versatile. I used Scarlett’s to pull her backward so that her neck arched and her eyes looked up at me. Perfect.

  “You’re right where I need you to be, little one. Stay there and watch what Daddy’s doing.” I unbuckled my belt, pulled it out, and laid it down on the table alongside her supine voluptuousness. “The belt’s for later.” I unzipped my jeans and tore off my T-shirt, placing them both on the floor. “This is for now.”

  I was so hard it nearly pained me, and Scarlett’s eyes widened at the sight. The fact that she started panting didn’t escape my notice. Naughty girl. Holding my flesh in my right hand, I used my left to grab her hair again and pull her head back. “Rule number five?”

  Hard to say who was really in charge here, for I certainly seemed at her mercy when she whispered, “All my holes belong to Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Open wide now.” I wouldn’t last long with my cock pushed to the hilt inside of her sinful mouth, my fist forcing her face onto it, using her ponytail as a merciless hand grip. I pumped her wet hole, driving myself across her tongue, looking in her eyes and bringing myself to the point of explosion. Then I yanked her head off me and picked up the belt.

  Scarlett took the opportunity to catch her breath. With my left hand on her lower back, I swung my right down out of nowhere and landed the leather, lashing right across her cheeks. “Ow, Daddy!” The surprise and hurt in her voice nearly had me stopping, but without punishment, she would never learn. It was how I operated, and either she accepted it or our relationship ended. I prayed she wouldn’t use her safe word.

  Three more whippings, and I paused to say, “Number four. Respect Daddy. This means your obedience, Scarlett, particularly when it comes to your safety.”

  She turned her head to peer back at me. “The only problem with that rule is that you and I have varying opinions on what safe behavior is. Like it or leave it, Daddy, horses are a part of my life. I won’t give them up!”

  Again I grabbed her ponytail in my hand, this time for the sheer pleasure of the aesthetics that accompanied it—Scarlett with her head pulled back in my hand, neck arching over her shoulder and ass in the air.

  It took ten more lashes to soften her up until she complied. Clearly, she hadn’t been spanked enough to realize who exactly was in charge.

  Aiden

  The sight of her squirming on the raised platform in front of me, her generous, crimson ass on display and pussy lips poking out to say “hello,” were my undoing. After ten hard wallops, which had her shrieking to the ceiling, I set the belt down, grabbed her wrists, and guided them behind her back so she clutched her ankles in a bow position. Perfect.

  In this pose, I saw everything—I especially enjoyed the view of her lips folding open to accommodate my thickness—and it enhanced my pleasure when she said my name in a steady stream of wailing. I slid my palm down her body until I arrived at the slippery peak that displayed its desire by drenching itself in moisture. I circled the apex again and again, stopped to squeeze, circled again, then squeezed until her shivers drove me to get on my knees to worship before the altar of her sex by lapping at that pleasure peak with my rigid tongue.

  Her hips pumped above me while I licked her slit. “This is only for me to pleasure, baby. “Understand?” I sucked, twirled, and licked.

  Her moan unintelligible, nonethelss I understood what she said without words: Just don’t stop. Keep going. Help me….

  “Daddy’s going to help you, baby girl, by giving you what you really need.” I stood behind her again and teased her opening with my broad tip. “Is this it? Do you need this inside of you, little one?”

  “Yes, please. Please put it inside me.” I plunged inside and stayed in place, fully submerged in her channel.

  We groaned simultaneously as I began to withdraw, and the pleasure kept going. The sensations I felt when driving in and out overcame all of my senses. They sparked through me in a way that I had never experienced with any other woman. Her sweet cunt pulsed around my cock as she arched her back and released a long, keening whine, which went straight to my dick. I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind and pulled her onto me repeatedly so our lovemaking became fucking, a desperate effort to procreate, to repeat with our bodies the rhythms as eternal as time and bring them forth to life. My seed raced on a dead sprint toward the finish line of her womb when I released and she cried out, claiming her carnal bliss at the same time.

  “Bakery?” I looked at my cell phone in disbelief. “Why is it imperative that I arrive at Sprinkles in no less than ten minutes, sugar?” Independent as she might like to believe herself, Scarlett sounded needy and demanding as fuck. And I liked it.

  Never one for following other people’s ideas of how to behave; I learned what worked for me. When I came into my sexuality, the DDlg lifestyle met my needs, but I didn’t require my baby girl to wear diapers, suck a paci, or watch Disney movies 24/7—unless she wanted to. This Daddy Dom simply needed to take care of Scarlett—to teach, reward, punish, and nurture. So far, I had attempted to make my commands clear for her, and she learned there would be discipline if she didn’t behave in a way to keep her physically and mentally healthy. This was a great starting point in our relationship—rules, safe words, amazing sexual compatibility—and I was crazy about her.

  “Because I have something important to tell you, and if I don’t say it now, I never will. So you need to come here right now.” Her words snapped me out of my reverie.

  “Okay, princess, I’ll be there. Keep your panties on.” I found her delightful, every little bit of her. Her insecurity over what she called a “huge ass,” which I told her represented the object of every man’s fantasy no matter young or old, rich or poor. Asses like hers started wars. So the banging bod - clearly a plus, but what really mattered was Scarlett unfiltered: Scarlett who got gooey eyes when she held her puppies, Scarlett who took Dr. Farley two weeks’ worth of homemade dinners for his freezer because she had found out his wife passed away last year. Scarlett who brought Toby and a basketful of puppies to the children’s ward of the hospital so that the kids experienced a bit of normalcy along with the hardships in their lives. My baby, the one who collected kitchen scraps for the raccoons and birds and strew them at the edge of her orchard so that the wild creatures would have something to eat.

  When I entered the bakery, my eyes landed on the gleaming cases packed with cupcakes. They came in all colors of the rainbow, topped with frosting and sprinkles. Some filled with delectable creams invented by Roxy the baking genius. Not too much of a hardship for me to meet Scarlett here.

  I slid onto the turquoise vinyl booth that she had selected in an isolated corner, separate from everyone. “What’s up, buttercup?”

  “Aiden, I need to talk to you,” she whispered.

  “What do you call me? Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’?”

  “Shh!”

  As I reached over to stroke her forearm, I realized I wanted to eat cupcakes with Scarlett every day. Hell, for that matter, I wanted to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her from now until forever. “Don’t worry, precious. No one can hear us. You picked the most isolated booth in the joint.”

  She sipped her tea, which had been served in a breakable cup made of the China. “That’s why I chose
this spot, Daddy.”

  Independently, the corner of my mouth lifted on one side. “That’s more like it.”

  “Not sure how to say this, other than ‘I’m not sure what we’re doing here.’”

  “What do you mean?” Oh, I understood exactly what she meant, but I certainly wasn’t going to put words in her mouth regarding this important manner.

  “What I mean is….” She squirmed on her seat, making the vinyl squeak beneath her. “We seem to be caught up in a very strange pattern of you giving me spankings and then having wild sex.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “No, not exactly.”

  “Well, what is it then? Seems like a perfect arrangement to me: my spankings excite you, your wriggling excites me, we both love to fu—”

  “Shh! Aiden! You’re not listening to me!”

  “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just I find you so adorable. It’s hard for me not to think about sex all the time when I’m around you. I can’t tell if I want to cuddle you or fuck you.

  “I’m trying to be serious!” Her whisper harsh, she lurched across her seat as if to go.

  “Hang on, Scarlett. I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. I didn’t realize what a grave matter this is.”

  “What I’m trying to say is, I like you more than I want to, and I have some concerns over your rules.”

  “Such as?”

  “Well, like the one where you don’t want me working with my horses when you’re not around. That one is just impossible.”

  “What if we establish some parameters that work for both of us? I can be flexible. How about supervised sessions with the stallion to start?”

  “Hmmm, I’m not sure.”

  “I have some other ideas for keeping you unscathed. In fact, it’s my favorite one of all.”

  Her brow wrinkled, and she bit the inside of her lip. “What is it, Daddy?” Her voice dipped on that last word. Shoot, maybe her instinct told her my next words might be the very thing to drive us apart. Even though I hoped they would keep us together.

  Scarlett

  “We should live together, Scarlett.”

  My stomach felt like I swallowed a brick. I didn’t know what to say; so, of course, I said the worst thing of all. “I’m not ready. I’m not ready for that.” I stared down at my empty teacup.

  “I understand, kitten. Lucky for you, I’m a very patient man.”

  Suddenly, I breathed again. The notion frightened me, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that after being at the mercy of Darwood’s cheating, I wasn’t eager to swap keys with large animal vet Dr. Dreamy.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sure there are plenty of women who would leap at the chance to share a roof with you. I’m just not one of them, and it really has nothing to do with you at all.”

  He growled, “Darwood.”

  “Please give me time. I really, really like you.”

  “Like, Scarlett? Like? Would I ask you to live with me if I didn’t love you?”

  The desperation in his eyes, the longing, cut me to the core.

  “Of course I love you,” he stated for emphasis. “You’re Daddy’s precious girl.”

  “Precious girl.” He actually called me that.

  Go figure, whenever I got angry, I walked around talking to myself. It was a habit I hadn’t indulged in since Darwood left.

  It began at 5:00 p.m., after I came inside from a day of chores. I gave Aiden a call to verify what time he planned to be there for dinner. No answer. The 6:00 o’clock hour came and went as well.

  It crossed my mind to get in my pickup and cruise past his house to see what little floozy he was entertaining besides me. But that would be silly and immature, right?

  I did it anyway.

  No sign of floozies, and no truck of his in the driveway.

  I called again at 7:00 p.m. and would have left a message, only it said the voice mailbox was full.

  At 8:00 p.m., I put the lasagna away to cool and covered the salad with Saran Wrap, poured myself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down with the latest Ruby Dixon book. This felt familiar —reading, not for enjoyment but to effectively escape the reality trying to shove itself in my face.

  At 9:00 p.m., three hours late for our date, Aiden texted that he was sorry but he had to make an emergency vet call out in the hills. By the time he realized he’d be late, he was out of cell phone range and it was impossible to text or call me.

  I texted back “Whatever.”

  He called me fifteen minutes later, as soon as he had a strong cell signal. “Baby, what’s up? I’m sorry I ruined your dinner.” His voice spoke so warm, so tender that it reassured. I wanted to believe so badly… until the words came that pierced my heart.

  “God, pussy-whipped much?” came from a female voice on the other side of the line with Aiden.

  Not hiding it. Just like Dinklefuck.

  How could I be so foolish? Taking what he said at face value, that he actually cared for me, loved me even. Aiden promised to be my daddy and protect me, and instead he hurt me in the worst way possible. Worse than Darwood did when he left me for Delta, because this time I dared to consider it safe to be vulnerable with Aiden. His love made me defenseless and I set aside my fears, only to have him prove my insecurities right. I gave him my heart, but tonight he broke it by avoiding my calls—a telltale sign of cheating, confirmed by the girl in the background.

  Suddenly, loneliness seeped down to my bones. You know what they said, “Fool me once….” Well, apparently this time, shame on me.

  And that’s exactly what made me throw my wine glass.

  The shame of it all.

  Scarlett

  I half expected the sound of the screen door when I heard him let himself in; I hadn’t even bothered to try and lock it against him. He chose to enter the premises at exactly the point at which I had discovered the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of busting a glass against the wall.

  “Scarlett. That’s enough.”

  Honestly, all I thought was that I was so tired of men thinking it was okay to do whatever they wanted, without consequence, but when I wanted to have a little fun, break a dish or two, they somehow thought they had permission to tell me what to do.

  I spun in my Keds to face him and held a turquoise plate in the air. To be honest, it was one of my favorite, and I only planned to shatter it because he told me not to. I arched my left brow, set my jaw, and let it shatter on the tile floor.

  “I can’t abide by violence, little girl. I’m warning you, you will not like what you provoke in me should you continue.”

  He took the ten steps between us in just a few, swooped me up over his shoulder, stalked to the bedroom, and threw me on the bed. I watched greedily as he wrestled out of his shirt, preparing himself to become my Dom. Leaving his pants on, he reached over and pulled on my ankle, bringing me to the edge of the bed.

  Wordlessly, he stripped me. I sat there exposed as he looked down upon me with something unrecognizable in his eyes. His dark brown eyes were nearly black, and in them sparked a fierceness that made me shiver my apprehension and excitement. I was unsuspecting when he reached across me, folding his hard abs against my side in order to grab something off the nightstand.

  “I can see that we have need of another rule for my baby girl.”

  “No way! I’m not following your stupid rules anymore. I’m not doing anything that you say! Just because you’re stronger than I am doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do! Not when you can’t even keep your word with me and instead go out with other girls!”

  Infuriatingly, he chuckled at this.

  “You think it’s funny?”

  “It’s only funny because it’s so far from the truth, and if I’m honest, it pleases me a little that you’re jealous—if only it didn’t mean hurting your feelings. What I’m sorry about is making you wait, that you didn’t know where I was when we had a date planned. I was way too far out of cell phone range to reach you, and the girl in the background w
as our vet tech, Patricia. I never want to disappoint you like that, Scarlett.” He stroked my hair. “You mean too much to me.”

  God, he really knew how to take the wind out of my outburst.

  “The sixth rule. Use your words to talk about your feelings. Daddy will always listen.”

  I covered my face with my hands and spoke through the cracks between my fingers. “You just reminded me what it was like to be the laughingstock of the whole town, at least in my head. I guess that I can see that you weren’t trying to make me worry, but I wondered if it was all too good to be true, and you were just like Darwood. I can’t go through that again, Aiden.”

  “Sounds like it’s time for me to remind you.”

  “Remind me of what?”

  “Who your daddy is, little one.”

  When he shoved me onto his huge lap, I knew what was coming and I felt safe there. He cupped my behind. “The way your bottom blushes for me is simply delicious. Hang on to my ankles to brace yourself against my blows.”

  He flogged each cheek three times with a plastic hanger that I had left near the bed while I was getting dressed that morning, and it was nearly enough to bring me to tears. But I wasn’t giving in so easily. He hurt me more with his actions than any pain a stupid hanger inflicted. He didn’t deserve to have me begging for him so readily. I wouldn’t cave.

  “Baby, that was six, just like your six rules. Now you count for Daddy starting with one.”

  I counted all right, between gritted teeth, blinking back the moisture in my eyes. I wasn’t crying; he couldn’t make me.

  “Twenty!” I growled, refusing to scream but gripping his ankles so tightly that he might actually be bruised tomorrow. I tried not to flail with each impact but it was impossible. I bucked against his huge forearm holding me in place as he delivered the fiery blows to my rear.

  The flailing had its effect.