Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies, #3)

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Huh. Okay. How about tutu?”

  “Tutu is good. How do you feel about being bound?”

  “I want to try. I trust you.”

  “I’m so thankful you do. Later, we can discuss any other limits. But what you do need to know is this means you’re agreeing to be mine. I’m not doing this casually.”

  Happiness filled her. How was this not a dream? “Me either. I want to be yours.”

  A slow grin crossed his face. “Even though being mine means you follow my rules and submit to my discipline if you break them.”

  “Are you trying to talk me out of it?” she demanded, feeling a bit disgruntled.

  “Nope, just don’t want you to claim ignorance when you find yourself over my knee getting your butt paddled.”

  Well, shit.

  “I’m going to struggle to ever hide anything from you, aren’t I?”

  “Nope. Because you’re never going to hide anything from me. I’m going to know you inside out.”

  “And will I know you inside out?” she asked.

  “Everything I can tell you. There are some things about my job that will never touch you. And that’s not negotiable,” he said firmly. “So, I need the words. You’re gonna be mine, you’re gonna follow my rules and accept my discipline if you’re a naughty girl, both as my sub and my Little.”

  “Yes.”

  “No, I mean I really need you to say the words.”

  Oh crap. “Who knew you’d be such a talker?”

  He grinned. “I’m very good at contract negotiations and I like things to be very clear and out in the open. So?”

  She couldn’t believe she had to do this. “I’m going to be yours; I’ll follow your rules and...accept your discipline if I’m a naughty girl as your sub and your Little.”

  She still didn’t know exactly what all that would entail. But excitement and need far outweighed the nerves.

  “So, do we get to have sex now?” she blurted out. Fuck. Why did she go and say that?

  “Oh no, baby. We’re not having sex.”

  They weren’t? What the hell?

  “We’ve going to have out-of-this-world fucking sex.”

  “Oh. That sounds nice.”

  Nice. Again, with nice. What was wrong with her?

  Suddenly he lifted her over his shoulder. She squealed and he slapped his hand down on her onesie-covered ass.

  “Kent!”

  “That’s Sir to you, sweets. Or Daddy.” He walked into the bedroom and placed her down next to the mattress on the floor. He pulled away the roof of the fort. “Lie down, baby. Now.”

  She obeyed the command in his voice, laying on her back. He knelt next to her, reaching for the zipper of her onesie.

  “Wait, Kent, I mean, Sir!” She grabbed hold of his hands.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

  “I just...I mean...are you sure we have to take this off?” Okay, that sounded silly even to her.

  “I’m not fucking you in it,” he told her bluntly. “So yes.” He reached for the zipper; she grabbed his hands again. Fuck. Shit. What was she doing? Of course, he had to take it off. “Can I get under the covers?”

  “You got a problem with being naked?”

  “I’ve got a problem with my pouchy stomach and huge thighs,” she blurted out.

  He scowled. “Abby, you’re fucking gorgeous. This shit about your body, it’s all in your head. And I know that means that no matter what I say, you’re probably not going to believe me, so I’m going to have to show you. But first, I’m going to need to get this onesie off you. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she replied nervously, letting go of his hands. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous and I’m not really sure what to do and I want to make this good for you.”

  He smiled at her gently. Then he ran his finger down his face. “You don’t have to worry about what to do or making this good for me. That’s my job. I’m in charge. All you worry about is doing what I tell you and that will please me greatly. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she repeated shyly.

  “I like hearing you call me Sir.”

  “You do?” she asked breathlessly as he undid the zip and tugged off her onesie, revealing her breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh hell, yes. I do. Damn you’re beautiful.”

  She was? She didn’t think so. But the way he stared at her...okay, maybe he was right. She probably wouldn’t believe the words out of his mouth. But when he gazed at her like she was a Christmas present he couldn’t wait to unwrap...well, she found herself slightly less worried about being naked in front of him.

  And she liked that she was pleasing him. She wanted to do more to take away that frown from his face. To make him smile. From their conversations, she gathered he worked a lot. And his work sounded stressful and sometimes dangerous. The more she could do to ease that stress, the better.

  He drew the onesie off each arm and then grabbing it, tugged it down her hips.

  He ran his hand down her stomach then cupped her panty-covered mound. Her heart raced. “Fuck me, baby. I need you so bad.”

  She glanced down at his cock and saw the truth in his words. Her bit her lip. He’d grown longer, thicker. The head was a purplish-pink color. She’d never thought of a cock as beautiful before, but she had that fleeting thought before he dragged the onesie off her ankles and threw it aside.

  Then before she could grow nervous or think about hiding herself, he laid himself over her. His forearms held him up so she didn’t have to take his entire weight. He leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was hot. His tongue was demanding, he nipped at her lip, he kissed his way along her jawline to tug at her ear. He laid a kiss behind her ear and she swore she felt it all the way down to her clit.

  Her breath grew raspy. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She should do something, give him pleasure in return, she just didn’t know what.

  “You’re thinking too hard,” he said as he laid tiny nips down her throat.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she groaned. “How to please you.” Because when it got down to it, that’s what she truly wanted. To please him.

  “Obeying me, pleases me. Not holding back pleases me. But I’ve got a way of helping you let go.” He rolled and she made a noise of protest, reaching for him.

  “Don’t leave.”

  He glanced back. “I’m not leaving baby. I’m just getting something.” He crawled off the mattress then stood and walked over to the closet and she made a low noise of pleasure as she watched his ass. Oh God. Who knew he’d have such a gorgeous ass?

  He turned and grinned. “Like what you see?”

  “Uh-huh,” she replied, not even bothering to pretend she wasn’t checking him out. Who wouldn’t stare when such deliciousness was presented to them? He bent down to grab something from the wardrobe and her heart raced so hard she thought she might have a heart attack.

  “If I die, I’m gonna die happy,” she muttered.

  “You’re not going to die, sweetheart. Although I’m glad the sight of my butt sends you into cardiac arrest.”

  She just shook her head with a laugh as he set a large, brown leather bag on the mattress. “What’s that?”

  “This is my big bag of tricks.”

  “You’re a magician?”

  He laughed. “Not quite.” He drew out a light blue rope. “Feel this.”

  She touched the rope gently. “It’s so soft.”

  He nodded. “It’s jute rope. Soft but very strong.” He glanced down at her wrists and frowned. “Only we won’t be binding you today with that wrist. Damn.”

  He seemed like he was growing mad all over again.

  “It’s okay, it doesn’t really hurt anymore.” Much.

  He shook his head. “Unacceptable that you were hurt at all. I don’t want to risk it. One day I’m going to bind your entire body. A lot of subs get a feeling of peace from it. Security.”

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bsp; “Really?” she asked.

  “Yes, but for now I want you to put your hands behind your head and keep them there.”

  She followed his instructions.

  “Good girl. Does that feel okay? Not hurting your wrist in that position?”

  God, who was this man? If she could have built the perfect man, she thought it would have been him. “I’m good.”

  “You’re more than good.” He winked at her. “But tell me if that changes, baby. Don’t move them without my permission.”

  He ran a finger down her cheek. “So beautiful.” He moved his finger lower and circled her nipple. “I’m going to have fun introducing you to all sorts of pleasure, my sweet girl.”

  He ran it down her stomach. “Spread your legs.” His voice changed. Became lower, more demanding and she could do nothing else but obey.

  “That’s my good girl.” He slipped her panties to one side to run a finger along her slit. Then he drew his finger free and placed it in his mouth. “Yum. Even more delicious than I had imagined.”

  “I can’t believe you just did that.” She gaped at him.

  “Oh, baby. I am going to love corrupting you.”

  Not as much as she was going to love being corrupted, she was pretty sure. He lay alongside her, cupping her breast with her nipple. “I wish I wasn’t in so much need of you, I want to explore you slowly, relish it, drive you to orgasm over and over. But I’m so fucking in need of you, and we don’t have the time right now. Once we do, expect to spend the day in bed with me loving on you, fucking you, taking you.”

  “We could make the time for that now, Sir.”

  He grinned up at her. “Greedy girl. I like it.”

  He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth...and oh, save her. It was like fireworks going off in her blood. Her clit throbbed. Her body went tense, her hips rising as though seeking his touch as he sucked on the tight nub.

  “Kent! Sir!”

  He lapped at the nipple and she could swear the room spun. She’d never felt anything like it. So this was what all the movies and T.V. shows had been trying to depict? This overwhelming sense of pleasure and need and...and hunger.

  “Please! Please!” she cried out.

  “My baby needs me as much as I need her,” he muttered as he moved his mouth lower.

  “Yes. Yes!”

  He sat and tugged off her panties, throwing them out of the fort. He stared down at her. “Beautiful. I need to see more. Touch you. Taste all of you. Spread your legs further apart. That’s it. Sir wants to feast.”

  Oh fuck, he did not just say that. But then he settled himself on his stomach between her legs...and oh hell, did he feast. First, he spread her open and leaned his face in close, breathing in deep.

  Shit. Shit. He was sniffing her? What if he didn’t like her scent?

  “Damn, baby, that’s a fucking aphrodisiac.”

  Okay, he liked the scent of her. That was good...that was, oh holy shit. He took a long, slow lick of her. He started at the bottom then moved up until he flicked lightly at her clit.

  Yes! She let out a low cry as he lapped at her clit. Slow then fast. Then slow again.

  Torture. Pure torture. Then he pushed his tongue lower again, against her entrance. And then he drove his tongue inside her. She gasped, her hips driving up as he fucked her passage with his tongue. He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing it back and forth as he drove her higher and higher. It felt like the build-up went forever and then she crashed. She dove over the edge. Wave after wave of release swamped her as the world faded to nothing around her. Just him. Only him. The movement of his tongue slowed; the touch of his thumb grew lighter until he drew back completely.

  She whimpered, not wanting him to leave. But he didn’t go far. He rolled onto his back then lifted her onto him. “You can move your arms now, baby.”

  She blushed as she realized they were still behind her head. She pretty much collapsed on top of him. Resting her head on his chest. His heart beat fast and sure beneath her head.

  She sighed happily.

  “How you doing, baby?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down her back.

  “Good,” she said huskily.

  “I’m glad. You really lose yourself in an orgasm, don’t you? It always so intense for you?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted.

  “I know you didn’t get any pleasure from your encounter with Booger McBride.” Oh crap, he did know Joey’s nickname. “But surely, you’ve given yourself pleasure before. Don’t you masturbate?”

  “Not very often,” she whispered. “I mean, I try every now and then but...oh God, am I really talking about how often I masturbate?”

  He chuckled. “Yep. And don’t expect it to be the last time. There is nothing that a Little girl can’t say to her daddy or that a sub can’t say to her Dom.”

  He pressed up slightly and she felt the head of him knock at her entrance. “Fuck, I want nothing more than to take you bareback.” He rolled her onto her side then reached back into the drawer, she guessed to get a condom.

  “You can if you want,” she said shyly.

  He froze and turned back to her. “You protected against getting pregnant?”

  She nodded. “I’m on the pill for my period pain. And oh God, now I’m talking about period pain...what is wrong with me?”

  He kissed her as she stared at him in mortification. “There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing you can’t say to me, baby. And who do you think is going to be taking care of you when you have your period?”

  Umm, well, she hadn’t actually given that any thought. But okay, she needed to stop being so squeamish about these things.

  “Are you sure? I can wear a condom if you want. I want you protected.”

  “I’m sure.”

  He leaned in and kissed her. God, she loved when he kissed her. Then he rolled her gently onto her back, pressing himself between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the head of his cock entered her, stretched her.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re like a goddamn glove around me. Christ, how am I meant to last when you feel this good and I’m not even fully seated inside you. This is going to end embarrassingly quickly.”

  “I don’t care, Sir.”

  “Well, I do. Can’t have you thinking sex is always wham-bam.”

  “This has far exceeded any of my expectations,” she told him.

  He laughed. “Well, good.”

  “Oh, that maybe didn’t sound right.”

  “No, baby. It sounded perfect.” This time when he kissed her, it was lighter, gentler, then he moved his hips, pressing forward, seating himself fully.

  And she was so full. It felt amazing. Despite that spectacular orgasm he’d just given her, she found herself greedy for more. He pulled back. Then thrust forward. Slow at first. So slow. She wiggled beneath him, wanting more. Needing it. But he wasn’t going to be rushed.

  “Sir, please!”

  “You need something, sweetheart?”

  “More, I need more.”

  Sweat slickened her skin, her breathing came in ragged pants. There was something waiting for her. She was on the cusp of something great. He shifted slightly, and his shaft brushed against a spot inside her that had her tightening around him.

  “Sir!”

  “Like that, baby?”

  Like? Like? It was so far beyond like. “Please! More!”

  “Oh, it would be my pleasure.”

  AND IT WAS. HE DROVE himself deep. Fuck, he hadn’t been lying before, she was like a soft, silky glove around him. So tight, he had worried for a moment he might hurt her. But there was no pain in her face, just a growing, glowing pleasure that he got to bask in the light of.

  He rubbed himself against that spot that made her eyes widen and her breath quickened. He moved faster. He couldn’t hold back much longer and he wanted her coming with him. He reached between them to rub at her clit.

  “You’re going to come when I do, baby.”

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nbsp; “Sir! Sir!”

  Kent rubbed at her clit. He felt her tighten, knew she was close. Then she screamed, bucked and came around him, her pussy rippling, drawing forth his orgasm. His own shout of pleasure filled the room, rocked his very soul. He drove deep, never wanting to move again as he collapsed on top of her. Then realizing he was resting his entire weight on her and no doubt making it hard for her to take a proper breath, he forced himself to roll to her side.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “Oh wow.”

  “Wow, huh?”

  She rolled with a giggle to face him. “Oh yeah. Want to do it again?”

  He groaned. “I’ve created a monster.”

  “I didn’t know sex could be that good. I finally understand what everyone was talking about.”

  “Everyone?” he asked as he gathered her close.

  “Well, everyone on T.V. and in movies.”

  “Ahh.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “So,” she said, “what else have you got in that magic bag of tricks?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  She studied the wardrobe full of beautiful clothes and felt like a fraud.

  What was she doing here? Doubts filled her head, making it ache. She shivered slightly. The towel Kent had wrapped around her after their shower together was now damp. Yep, after having absolutely mind-blowing sex with the most gorgeous man on the planet she’d showered with him.

  Naked.

  Well, naked was the normal state to have a shower in, after all. She shook her head. She was a mess. For a brief period, she’d managed to forget the state of her life. When Kent took charge, it was like the stress melted off and then when he’d touched her, when he drove her up to that peak, and she’d crashed...

  There had been nothing else.

  But now reality was back. Truth was, she could ignore it all she liked but this wasn’t going to just go away. What was she going to do?

  She sat on the bed, still wrapped in the damp towel and stared around at the beautiful room she was in. It appeared even more gorgeous in daylight. This whole house was spectacular. She was in Kent Jensen’s house. She’d slept in his bed. In his arms. She was about to get dressed in the most wonderful clothes she’d ever seen in her life.