Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

  “Why? I like it. I think that you should sleep on me every night.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “Even better if you’re naked.”

  “Ed!”

  “What?” he asked.

  “I can’t sleep like this! You can’t sleep like this. I’m too heavy.”

  He scoffed. “You stared in a mirror lately? You’re tiny. And there is nothing small about me.”

  Without thinking about it, she pressed her tummy against his firm dick. No, there certainly wasn’t.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  She groaned. “I need a gag.”

  He nuzzled at the side of her neck. “That can be arranged.”

  Oh heavens. She’d woken up in some alternative universe. She was sure of it.

  “You’re beautiful, my girl. So special. Gorgeous. Sweet. And if I could, I’d carry you around all day, never letting you down. Never letting you out of my sight.”

  Oh Lord.

  The things he said.

  “Ed?” she said, knowing that she’d made up her mind. That she’d regret it if she didn’t try.

  Yeah?”

  “I want to take things further.”

  There was no answer for a moment then he rolled her over until they were both on their sides, facing each other.

  He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Sex?”

  She blushed. She wasn’t used to talking so openly about these things. Sex wasn’t something that was ever talked about in her house. “Yes. And more.”

  “You want to be Daddy’s Little girl?”

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes.”

  His gaze warmed. “You’re going to let your Little side out, let Daddy take on some of the decisions?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll follow Daddy’s rules and accept his consequences if you break them?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll submit to Daddy’s demands in the bedroom?”

  “Yes.” Like she hadn’t last night anyway.

  “Damn, baby. Fuck. Yes.” He kissed her. It was hot. Heavy. Hard. His hands cupped the sides of her face, holding her in place.

  When he drew back, she expected him to keep going. To touch her breasts, her pussy. To roll over and fuck her. Instead, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. He rubbed the tension from her jaw with his thumbs, his fingers on her neck.

  “We need to talk about limits. Rules.” He pressed his thumb into her mouth. “Suck.”

  She blushed but sucked.

  “You suck your thumb at night,” he said casually.

  She opened her mouth to speak but he just shook his head. “No talking right now. When I put something in your mouth, I don’t want you to talk until I take it out. Unless you want to safeword out. In which case, you hold your thumb down, understand? I won’t bind your hands while there is something in your mouth.”

  She nodded her understanding.

  “That’s my good girl,” he reassured her.

  She sucked at his thumb, surprised by how good it felt. It should have been weird, right? Because it was weird. Then again, she had to stop thinking of things as normal or weird.

  They just were what they were.

  Her needs were her own. His were his own. They just happened to complement each other. And it wasn’t like they were hurting anyone.

  He moved his other hand down and slapped her ass.

  “Yes, I do like this method for getting you out of your own head,” he murmured, rubbing her ass. “This is what’s going to happen. We’re going to get up and take a shower together.”

  She stiffened.

  “I know you’re nervous about me seeing your scar. Maybe about being naked in front of me. But I promise once you see my naked body, that will be all you can think about.”

  She gaped up at him, forgetting to suck.

  Another slap to the ass! Shoot! That one was hard.

  “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to be. Suck.”

  Why was he getting her to suck? It was hard to suck, think, and listen to him all at the same time.

  Ohhh.

  Clever Ed. Smart Daddy.

  “Such a naughty little girl,” he scolded, landing another slap on her ass. “Pay attention to Daddy or we’ll be here all day.

  She frowned. Was he being serious about her losing all her other thoughts when she saw him naked? Then she noticed he was grinning.

  Was he teasing her? Well, maybe it was time to teach him a little lesson. Let’s see how well he did, paying attention while she had hold of something else. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his erection. Holy. Sugar. Balls. He was big. Far bigger than Rex.

  “Uh-uh, hand off my cock, my girl.”

  She pouted. Why couldn’t she touch him?

  “Sometimes you’ll be able to touch me as much as you like. But that isn’t right now. And I expect you to ask permission before touching my cock.”

  That was crap. She glared up at him. He chuckled. “Oh, if you could see the fire in your eyes. Don’t like having to ask permission, do you? But that’s what a good little girl does.” He gently removed her hand. “As good as that feels, I don’t want to come from a hand job right now.”

  Well, she wasn’t sure she’d been going to go that far.

  Weren’t you?

  She rather liked the idea of bringing him to pleasure. Of having him at her mercy. Oh. Maybe that was why he didn’t want her touching him without permission.

  This would take some getting used to.

  “I know I can be strict,” he told her. “But I think you need it. You said it yourself that you pushed boundaries with Rex to get a reaction. And didn’t receive the reaction you wanted. I can promise you, push boundaries with me and you will end up with a hot ass.”

  She shivered.

  “Yeah. You need firm lines and consequences. You also need cuddles and kisses and affection. To know that you’re cared for. Precious. I’m going to give you all of that, Georgie-girl. My girl.”

  He removed his thumb from her mouth and she immediately missed it. “Come on, time for a shower.”

  She stiffened. She didn’t want to see the pity on his face when he saw her scar. Didn’t want him to think any differently of her.

  “I promise I won’t see you any differently,” he told her.

  “Did I say that out loud?”

  “I just saw it on your face.”

  Darn it. What happened to her excellent poker face?

  Ed happened.

  “After our shower, we’ll have breakfast. Then we’ll go through rules and expectations. And after that, maybe we can play.”

  Could she do that? In front of him?

  “Don’t worry, my girl. Daddy is here to help you through all of this.”

  26

  Climbing out of bed, he quickly stripped off his pajama pants. She sat there, almost frozen. The blankets were tucked up under her arms, covering her.

  Her gaze widened as she took him in. He resisted the urge to puff up his chest like a proud rooster, to parade around in front of her, stalk around her and lay down his claim.

  If he could have tattooed her with Property of Daddy then he likely would have.

  Calm down, you psycho.

  “Like what you see, my girl?” He crossed his arms over his chest. Yeah, it made his pecs look even bigger. So he wanted to show off for his girl? Was there anything really wrong with that? All those hours in the gym had given him a large, sculpted body.

  The better to hold her, protect her.

  And he was going to make sure she knew that. That was what he was put on this Earth for.

  To take care of his girl.

  She swallowed. “You’re beautiful. And huge.”

  He reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, running his hand up and down it. “Thanks, baby.”

  Her eyes widened. “That wasn’t what I meant. But yeah, that too. That thing is huge.”

  “Hmm, n
ot sure he likes being called a thing. He’ll accept cock, dick, shaft, and gigantic pleasure stick, but that’s it.”

  “Gigantic pleasure stick, really?” She gaped at him, but some of the tension had left her. Which had been his intention.

  “I’ll forgive you for being skeptical, since you’ve yet to take a ride on the gigantic pleasure stick, bringer of amazing orgasms. That will come later.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Well, no one could ever accuse you of having low self-esteem.”

  “Show me,” he commanded calmly.

  She flinched. “It’s ugly.”

  “It’s not,” he said firmly.

  “Yes, it is. You haven’t seen it.”

  “Doesn’t matter, I know it’s not ugly.”

  “How?”

  “Because it’s a part of you. And nothing about you could be ugly.”

  She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek and breaking his heart. Slowly, he moved closer, not wanting to startle her. Reaching out, he cupped the side of her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lip. Suddenly, she bit the digit.

  Then she gasped in a breath, staring up at him wide-eyed. Inwardly, he was amused. But he forced a stern look onto his face. “What was that? Did you just bite Daddy?”

  “Nope.”

  He raised his eyebrows, both at the reply and the younger quality to her voice. “Nope? You sure about that?”

  “Wasn’t me, Daddy. Did you bite your own thumb?”

  “Pretty sure that would be impossible, since it’s nowhere near my mouth. Are you lying to me, my girl?”

  She shook her head, eyes wide. “I wouldn’t, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

  “Of course you’re a good girl.”

  Her shoulders slumped.

  “But even good girls do naughty things. Stand up and turn around.”

  Her eyes were wide but she slowly climbed out of the bed. She kept her hands over her stomach, covering the scar there. But he took the rest of her in as quickly as he could. He noticed some thin scars on her breasts but she turned before he could really study her.

  “That’s a good girl. Now, bend over and touch your toes.”

  “Ed,” she said nervously.

  “What do you call me?”

  “Daddy.”

  Fuck. Was it really possible for him to get harder? Apparently, it was.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Red.” He watched her relax slightly.

  “You feel scared, in pain, you need to stop and talk, then you say red, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, Daddy,” he told her.

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl. Do you need to say your safeword?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Then bend over and present your bottom to me.”

  She bent right over.

  “Spread those legs. Fuck, you have the most delicious ass. Surprisingly plump for your frame. Just perfect for spanking or fucking.”

  She let out a small whimper and he grinned. Damn, this was fun. He ran his thumb down between her ass cheeks. She tightened.

  “Relax,” he commanded. He should probably wait until after they’d gone through limits and expectations. But damned if he could stop himself. Besides, she’d bit his thumb. In return, he was going to do a bit of exploring. “Do you trust me?”

  “More than I’ve ever trusted anyone,” she replied in a whisper.

  Fuck. That was like a punch to the gut. But the good kind. The sort that made you go all warm inside.

  “I’ll never make you regret that, my girl.”

  “Don’t. Please, don’t. Because I don’t trust easily and if you break me, I don’t think I’ll ever . . . “

  “Shh, I’ll never break you. All I want to do is make you stronger. To make you see what I see. Someone fiercely courageous. Strong and beautiful.” He ran his thumb between her ass cheeks. “With a plump, gorgeous ass. I think I’ll need to inspect this ass often. I thought your pussy was going to be my addiction. Then it was your nipples. But now I think it might be this ass.” He pressed his thumb to her crinkled back hole and she moaned.

  Yeah. Definitely an addiction.

  Pulling his hand back, he slapped her ass. Fast. Not too heavy. Just a small punishment. A slight sting. Then he rubbed the heat in.

  “Stand up, my girl. Slowly.” He took a step back, ready to catch hold of her if she showed any sign of dizziness.

  But she managed to stand on her own.

  “Turn to me.”

  She turned. Her gaze was down, her breath coming in sharp pants.

  “Look at me.”

  Her gorgeous gaze reached his. And he gave her a smile of satisfaction. Approval filled his face. “Good. Now, remove your hands.”

  She gulped but then her hands dropped away. His breath caught in his throat at the faded, jagged scar. Fuck, the idea of someone doing this to her. Hurting her. It killed him.

  It made him murderous. He had to stifle the rage, though. For her. Because she needed him to be strong. Not to indulge in his own feelings.

  That could come later. When he was in the gym and could take it out on the equipment.

  “See, it’s ugly.” Her hand moved back to cover it up.

  He dropped to his knees. She let out a sharp breath and tried to take a step back, but he grabbed hold of her hips.

  “Put your hands in the small of your back.”

  “Ed.”

  He smacked her ass and gave her a firm look.

  “Daddy, I don’t know if I can . . . “

  He took pity on her. Poor girl. He could see that she wanted to obey him. Was at war with herself. But this was difficult, laying all of herself bare. He got it.

  “Do you know what I see when I look at this scar?”

  “Something ugly? Someone to be pitied?”

  “No,” he growled. “You could never be ugly. No part of you. And I could never pity you. How could I pity someone who went through something horrific and came out the other end stronger?”

  Her gaze was caught on his, her eyes filled with tears. “Really?”

  “All I see is someone courageous. You have strength. I don’t know exactly what happened, but whatever it was, to leave you with a scar like this it had to be terrible. And look at you, you’re a fucking defender of justice. You take care of others. You fight for them as well as for yourself.”

  “But I failed. I froze. I wasn’t able to go back to my job after being shot.”

  “You don’t think most people would have problems after being shot? Especially with whatever happened in your past to give you that scar.”

  Her hands slid away from the scar and he took in the old injury without a word.

  “I had a stalker,” she whispered. “When I was sixteen.”

  “Sixteen?” What the fuck?

  “I’ve always been sheltered. After my father died when I was twelve, I ...” She sucked in a breath.

  “I’m so sorry you lost him, baby.”

  She gave him a pained smile. “Me too. He was an amazing man. The best father. My best friend, really. He gave me Squawkers. That’s why he has such a special meaning to me.”

  He got it. “I never knew my father.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No, he died in combat when I was just a baby. All I’ve got are a few photos of him and what my mother told me about him.”

  “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

  She knelt then hugged him tight. He drew her up then sat on the floor with her on his lap.

  “Your mom? Is she still . . .”

  “She’s still alive.” He grinned. “She and Kiesha’s mom are on a long cruise together at the moment. It’s long overdue. But I get what it’s like to miss a parent.”

  “I didn’t realize until after he was gone, that he’d also sheltered me a lot from my mother. She’s, umm, well, let’s say she’s kind of difficult. Nothing I ever did seemed to be right. I had to be perfect. All the
time. She wanted to pull me out of school again, but my brothers convinced her to let me stay. But I became paranoid, introverted.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry, my girl.”

  “School wasn’t a lot better. But at least I was away from my mother for hours a day. Out of that house. But then I started getting these notes. I felt like I was being followed. I didn’t want to tell my mother because I knew she was looking for any excuse to yank me out of school. It would be playing into her fears.”

  Fuck. She should have been able to tell her mother anything. His mother had always been there for him. Sure, he’d missed not having a father figure, but his mother had done everything possible to give him an amazing childhood. Even though they hadn’t had a lot of money, there had been plenty of love.

  “Please tell me you had someone to tell.”

  “For a start, I kept it to myself. A James doesn’t admit to being afraid.”

  His poor girl.

  “What happened?”

  “It got worse. There were calls where I could hear someone breathing but no one would say anything. Notes left in my locker at school. Finally, I knew I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening anymore. Gareth, one of my brothers, knew something was wrong. He was at college, but he was home more often than the others. I confessed what was going on. He went nuts. And then he called the rest of them. And they all lost it. They came back home. They demanded to know it all. To see all the notes.”

  “And your mother?”

  “She didn’t want to believe it at first. And she definitely didn’t want to make a fuss.”

  “A fuss?”

  “To call the police.”

  “Jesus, some asshole is threatening her sixteen-year-old and she didn’t want to make a fuss?”

  “Mother is all about upholding the family reputation. It was bad enough . . . bad enough how my father died. She couldn’t then have a child who was targeted by a stalker.”

  “How did your father die?”

  “He was murdered.”

  The numbness threatened to flood her with those words. It was what she always did when she remembered her father. How he’d been taken from her. So senselessly.

  “He was a prosecutor. He’d been working on a case against an assassin for the mob. He was shot walking to his car.”

  “Baby, I’m so sorry.”