Daddy's Little Wild One (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 4)

by Olivia Fox

  The crack of my open hand on her ass sounded harder than it actually was. Mia jolted at the impact, yet her eyes closed, and she released a slow, lustful sigh as she lowered her head toward the sultry earth below her feet, which were still covered in her turquoise Converse. The style statement was an odd contradiction—naked woman with teenager tennies on—and served as an aphrodisiac. I swatted her slow and steady, painting her bottom pink, taking my cues from each wiggling squirm as to whether to smack harder or softer, faster or slower.

  Mia was a gorgeous sight. I stepped back to admire her for a moment and watched the dandelion seeds swirl in the background. I admired my handiwork, her creamy skin marred only by the marks of my palm. And she deserved it. “Why are you being punished, Mia?”

  She flinched a little when I stepped toward her, so I switched targets completely, laying a single swat fully across her hot little pussy.

  It was a gentle slap compared to those I administered to her bottom, but she still jumped and cried out, a wanton shout that was quickly followed by a low-throated moan and the grinding of her hips against the air in front of her.

  The flesh of her ass tensed when I pulled my hand back again, and I felt for her, I really did. The pink blush turned fuchsia beneath my palm as she clenched her fists above her head. She needed to remember this, and obedience only came when the lesson left a mark.

  “Oh, my sweet girl, you are making Daddy so proud. It pains me to do this, you know, but you were very, very naughty running away from me. I simply cannot let that go unpunished.” I wanted nothing more than to pull my cock out of my pants and sink it into her honeyed silk, but not until I was certain she wouldn’t disappoint me again.

  At the edge of the fallen leaves, I saw what I needed—the perfectly sized switch with which to deliver my message. I returned with it to where she stood. “Uh-oh, it looks like you forgot to spread your legs.” I gently spread her into position by moving her feet apart with mine. “Be good for me; it’s all I ask for, angel.”

  You could have knocked me over with a feather when she spread her feet wider, practically on tippy toes, swung her flushed bum cheeks toward me, and purred, “Spank me, Daddy. It’s the only way I’ll learn.”

  I glided my right hand over Mia’s heated, bare bottom. Then, without warning, I raised the switch and brought it down swiftly, landing with a loud whack on Mia’s left bare-bottomed cheek. The force of it made her body arch forward to the edge of the rope, and she couldn’t escape any further. I chased the first with another smack of the switch, and my heart hurt as she howled in response. “You’re doing amazing, such a good little thing,” I encouraged her before laying into her again with the switch.

  My baby girl began to sob outright when I delivered three more swats to her sweet ass, but the word vanilla never passed her lips. “Daddy, please! Please no more. I’ll be good. I’ll never run away again. I promise.”

  I lowered myself mouth-level to her luscious backside and blew cool air over the switch marks. Mia squirmed and wiggled beneath the kiss of air from my mouth. “Are you sure, precious? Are you truly ready to be a good girl for Daddy?”

  “Yes, I promise. I’ll never run away again. Please, please don’t use the switch on me anymore.”

  “If you’ve truly learned your lesson, do you think you’ve earned a reward?” I threw the switch aside and swiped my fingers between her legs. They came away soaked and fragrant with her scent. She remained spread eagle and completely helpless, a sight I could have enjoyed all day long. However, it was time to give her the recognition she had earned for being well behaved.

  I gently untied her hands, kissed her forehead, and walked her to the tree. The smooth bark was cool under my touch and would serve a purpose. “Put your back against the tree, Mia.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Without question or hesitation, she did what I said, and I felt at that moment like I could conquer the world. “Good girl, now spread your legs again for Daddy.” On my knees in front of her, I had perfect access to the moist, perfumed flower of her sex. My mouth actually watered. The visual of her legs wide open right in front of my face was something to be savored, although I was hard as a rock and eager to fuck from spanking and switching her erotic and blushing bottom.

  “Are you going to give me TLC, Daddy?“ Her naughty talk made my dick even more solid, and there was no more room in my pants. I shucked them along with my shirt, putting them under my knees for padding.

  My baby girl’s wet cunt was an inch away from my lips. I firmly spread her crease and french kissed and sucked her clitoris until it seemed she might climb the tree behind her. She rocked from side to side, first attempting escape from my tongue and then grabbing my hair and pulling me to her. Her button was completely engorged and the smell of her enflamed my desire so I wanted to rut with her out in this wild place like a buck mounted its doe. It made me want to devour her, and in response I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto my face so I could suck, bite, and tongue at her clit like a starving animal.

  “Oh, yes, Daddy! You lick my pussy so good. You’re going to make me come!” She began to steadily grind her pussy on my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her sweet spot, and she pumped at my face more quickly. When she grabbed my head and shouted out a series of loud howls that echoed off the walls of the canyon around us, her body quivered and trembled from her powerful orgasm.

  My cock stood at full attention and then some. I stood up to look directly into her eyes and bent down to claim her mouth again. “You’re so precious, Mia. Such a good girl. Let Daddy show you how I cherish your treasure.” My strong right hand trailed over her naked body, paying special attention to her edible breasts and nipples. She purred and shoved her breast into my hand. “Turn around, little one, and put your hands against the tree. Daddy has something special for you.”

  It was impossible to wait any longer at the sight of her bottom lifted toward the sky, her tail pointed straight at me and the glistening entrance between her legs exposed to my gaze, inviting me to mate her. And then she said it. “Use your hand to hold me down, Daddy. Prove to me I can’t escape.”

  It was my undoing. I wouldn’t be gentle.

  I grabbed my granite-stiff hard-on and placed the ample head of it against her slick channel. “Are you ready for me, princess?” She mewled her need at me, and I thrust the tip into her heat. “Damn, baby, you’re so tiny. How can Daddy fit his cock inside you?” I grabbed her hair as a handle and, aided by the shove of her hips back onto me, slid in halfway. “It gets me every time,” I groaned. My enlarged testicles slapped against her cunt as I impaled her on my rigid wand, plunging into her heaven and retreating again.

  “You like your treat, baby? Is this what you deserve for being such a good girl?”

  “Uhhhhhnnnnn,” she moaned in response, and I felt a splash of moisture along her interior walls as I bombarded her like a battering ram, practically holding her on my lap while I dominated her pussy.

  “That’s right, wriggle on Daddy’s big cock, sweet thing. He’s about to fill your honey pot with his cream.”

  She remained speechless, and I continued to lay into her blazing hole, bouncing her off my dick and pulling her head back so I could brace her further with my metal arm against her throat. I held her that way, applying only enough pressure against her neck to excite. Her weeping and whimpering let me know she was getting close, and my balls compacted so I knew I was not far behind.

  Mia went up on tiptoe and squeezed me in her carnal fist, putting her coral folds on display so I could watch my cock drive in and out of them in sensual display. I was done for.

  “Oh!” she screamed. “Daddy! I’m coming!”

  “Yes, Mia, good girl.”

  I roared as I sank into her one last time, holding her hips and pulling her onto me so I could thrust as deep as possible. We were fused tightly together as I arched my back and released into the furthest depths of her pussy.

  She continued to pulse around me, an
d I held her to me until our lengthy tremors were over.

  Putting our clothes back on after our lovemaking, Mia spoke. “Wow. I knew hiking was great exercise but never realized trees could be so handy for calisthenics.”

  I gave her a little slap on the bottom. “Stick with me, baby girl. I’ll make sure you get your physical activity in every day.”

  We entered the alder forest and headed back on the loop trail leading to the tree house, surrounded by their silvery white trunks that leaned amorously against one another as the light wind trembled through their branches.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Two Months Later

  You could have knocked me over with a feather had you told me a year ago I would be living with a man, a very manly man at that, in my secret tree house. Jasper claimed the fifteen-minute drive into town each way to his shop was more than worth it in order to be with me where I still felt safer than town. Jolie made herself right at home, and we had fallen into a routine that mainly involved herself lazing about, moving only enough to follow me from the writing desk to the garden and back, seeking sunny spots in which to nap. She was adjusting quite well to her new surroundings.

  What I wasn’t sure of was how she would adapt to having a raccoon for a part-time roomie. I found out that morning when Shabby came trotting up to the porch where I sat with a cup of coffee, and Jolie was lying in her basket.

  “Decided to come for a visit, did you? You’ve been mighty scarce lately. What have you been doing? Carousing? Up to no good with the ladies?” I scratched a sweet spot under his chin. Jolie remained nonplussed, one eye open to assess the visitor, seemingly unbothered by his presence. When I flipped Shabby over for a belly rub, it was clear either he had been eating more than his fair share of nuts and berries, or he wasn’t a he after all. Shabby was clearly knocked up.

  “Whoa Nelly, what have we here? Looks like I’m not the only one getting lucky as of late. You little stinker.”

  Shabby chattered at me as if to explain himself… herself.

  “Well, if that’s the case, you’re going to have to eat for two. Or five.” She purred as I rubbed and petted her soft but definitely expanded underside. “No matter what the case may be, come inside and we’ll get you fed.”

  It was a somewhat domestic scene—a half feral animal on my counter and a snoozing pooch in the corner. My heart was brimming over, and as always, I was eager to work on my latest book and equally impatient to see Jasper when he came home from work. I was a lucky girl.

  The scene I was working on in my most recent story in the series involved some domestic discipline, inspired by a nightly ritual that had evolved over time. It surprised the hell out of me when it happened the first time. Jasper and I always slept naked wrapped around one another. On the eve of the day of the inspiration for our bedtime tradition, I approached Jasper’s side of the bed to give him the glass of water I had filled for him.

  He set it down on the nightstand beside him and grabbed my left hand with his right, and pulled me across his lap.

  “Whatever??” I could practically hear him baring his teeth at me. In a snap I recalled the exchange between us earlier that day on the deck. We were going over our day together like usual and Jasper asked me what I ate for lunch that day. I told him, rocky road ice cream.

  “That’s not a healthy meal, kitten. You need your vitamins and minerals, not merely sugar.“

  “Whatever, sometimes I feel like ice cream for lunch. No big deal.“ At the time he looked at me a little funny but must have been saving up his real reaction for bedtime.

  “You don’t say ‘whatever’ to Daddy. You were a bad girl today and you need to learn your lesson.“ With that, he laid into my bottom, startling and exciting me at the same time. It was always a turn on when my gentle giant flipped a switch and became a stern master, metering out punishments. He only delivered a few blows the first time, less than ten, and I attempted to twist away from them because they were hard enough to hurt and enflame my cheeks, the sting lingering even after he pulled back the covers to reveal his ramrod stiff result of lighting a fire to my ass. Inflicting my punishment aroused him.

  It was like discovering chocolate existed after growing up on a commune. We indulged and ate our fill at every opportunity.

  Every night I took Jasper his glass of water and received either a scorching whupping or, more commonly, the good girl, sexy swatting. Either way, the end results were the same. He was hard, and I was drenched, both of us blazing for one another with the burning tinder set fire by Jasper’s heated assault.

  That’s right, gun-toting, people-shy, scared, and scotch-swilling Mia craved her daily dose of butt blistering and Daddy fucking. I was needy and attention-seeking. I yearned for his approval and melted when he called me “good girl.”

  Not surprisingly, my readers were greedy enough for the Jasper-inspired scenes to buy them right to the top of the charts. With a generous living as an author and the remains of my inheritance, I only wrote because I loved it, not because I had to.

  My dreams had come true, even though I wasn’t aware I had them, and my nightmares had ceased. I supposed this was what peace felt like. It was unfamiliar and something I would never take for granted. If anything, this uncharted territory of joy was all the more precious for its unfamiliarity.

  EPILOGUE

  Epilogue: 6 Months Later

  “Where are you taking me?” I plodded after Jasper across the hillside. Once it was me who he chased through the forest, but ever since becoming pregnant three months ago, I was as slothful as Shabby prior to her giving birth to her six kits.

  “We’re almost there, kitten. It’ll be worth the hike, I promise.” Jasper pistoned his elbows to propel himself up the hill, and the sunlight glinted off the arm he called “Captain Hook.” My lips curved upward at the thought. There was nothing broken or incomplete about this man. Not only that, his love made me feel unbroken.

  God, hormones made me mushy.

  The droplets at the corners of my eyes were mimicked by the morning light dappling the forest floor and glittering off the dew-kissed tiger lily blossoms. “Wait a minute, I don’t know if I can do the whole tree-hanging trick with a baby in my belly.” It dawned on me this path had taken us on an alternate route, but its destination was the meadow below and out of sight, where the giant maple with huge, moss-covered branches spanned the furthest edge.

  “Not today, sunshine. Notice anything different?” Jasper lifted up on his heels and bounced slightly to emphasize the question.

  Looking further, my eyes caught an explosion of color. “What’s that?”

  “Let’s go see.” Jasper grabbed my hand in his right one, and we came upon a sight that belonged in a fairy tale.

  “How did you do this?” I asked astonishedly.

  “It wasn’t easy. It took days of sneaking a crew in on the back edge of the property from the MacLoud’s place to plant the rows of rhododendrons, and I had to scatter the rose petals during the full moon last night. It took you forever to start snoring before I knew it was safe to leave the bed.”

  “I don’t snore!” I snapped.

  “Oh right, I mean, I had to wait until you started breathing softly and peacefully. It was risky leaving you, but worth it I think.”

  “Oh, Jasper, it’s gorgeous. I don’t deserve all this.”

  “Yes, you do.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “You deserve all this and more. Come on, let’s go take a look.”

  We walked across the six-foot-wide path of pink rose petals—Jasper mentioned he had to look long and hard to find blossoms that were the same color as my lips—and huge white rhody bushes lined either side of the flower trail.

  Once we arrived at the maple, he surprised me by taking a knee. Instantly, warm tears began rolling down my cheeks and splashing on my now huge breasts, and I covered my mouth with one hand.

  “Baby girl, I know you said I don’t ‘need’ to marry you and you don’t want me to feel trapped just b
ecause you are with child.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he reached into his back pocket with his right hand and pulled out a velvet box. “The truth of the matter is, I knew I wanted to marry you as soon as you cuffed me. I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you so soon, because you were so jumpy at the time. I see you blooming, and I love being a part of your recovery. I want us to restore each other with our love every day, and I want to give that precious gift to our baby as well.”

  By now, it was difficult not to sob, but I took deep calming breaths to steady myself.

  “Mia, make me the happiest man alive and say you’ll marry me. Let me be your daddy forever.”

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Yes, Jasper. Yes. I want to be your little girl forever and ever.” Clumsily, I got down on my knees and hugged him. The rose petals protected me from the hard ground, and he hugged me tightly, placing his lips on mine and sliding them back and forth until our tenderness turned to desire. It was probably my fault. Pregnancy made me even hornier than usual.

  Jasper set me back away from him, and I pouted until he opened the box in his hand and revealed the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. “They said it was a custom antique millegrain halo diamond, but I figured it was the only one as pretty as you. Let’s see if it fits.” He slid the ring on my finger and, remarkably, the size was perfect.

  Jasper stood and held a hand down to help me up, putting his pelvis at exactly the right height. My inner hussy was incorrigible now that she was entering the second trimester. Noticing the giveaway glimmer in my eye as I looked up at him and ran my ring-bedecked finger over his straining cock, he removed his shirt so I could savor all of his exquisite muscles encased in bronze—a pussy-tantalizing chest I planned to ogle from here until eternity as his wife.