His Babygirl (Boston Doms Book 4)

by Jane Henry

  “I could buy a burka if you'd like,” she'd teased, to which he’d responded by spinning her around by her elbow and swatting her good and hard before ordering her ass to his truck.

  She was trying. God, she was trying, and it killed him that he couldn't tell her about the undercover operation that could mean everything. The timing wasn't right for him to fill her in on anything, not when lives depended on his silence. Eventually, she would know. She would see that it was all about her and Charlie's protection from the very beginning. But until then… until then, so much lay in the balance between them.

  Tonight, he'd have to show his little girl how good it was when she obeyed her daddy.

  “What's your favorite thing to eat, baby?” he asked, running a hand over the thin leggings, to her upper thighs, until his hand rested just below the edge of her top.

  “What?” she breathed.

  He lifted his hand and delivered a sharp swat to her inner thigh.

  “Little girls listen to their daddies when spoken to.”

  She gasped, but then she shifted closer to him and her legs spread wider as he ran one finger over her thigh, traveling higher up until he reached between her legs. He could feel her damp with arousal straight through her leggings, and his cock hardened as he pressed a finger to her. She began to pant.

  “I said what's your favorite thing to eat, baby?”

  “Sushi. I love sushi. It's my favorite thing ever.”

  Seriously?

  “But I love burgers, too. Big, fat, juicy burgers loaded with cheese and bacon, with crispy fries.”

  He chuckled, still fingering her through the thin fabric. His mind traveled to dark, dirty thoughts as he imagined her licking the salt off her fingers, the back of her hand wiping her mouth clean from the food. She was on her knees, naked, her hands tied behind her back and eyes covered by the silky folds of a blindfold as she took him in her mouth. He'd flick her ass with the tail end of a whip, making her jump and moan, sucking him harder.

  He swallowed.

  “Burgers or sushi. All right, baby.” His mind started turning over the local establishments that would have the best goddamn burger or sushi she'd ever put in her mouth. Because if she was going to put anything in her mouth, it'd better be—

  Shit. He was like a fucking teenager.

  “They'll all be crowded,” Alice murmured, her hand resting atop his on her thigh. She was whispering, moving even closer to him. “We'll have to wait everywhere we go. And there will be people everywhere. Crowds, Slay.” She looked out the window, pulled a piece of her hair into her mouth with her right hand and chewed thoughtfully as he cruised to a stop at a red light.

  He removed his hand from her thigh and reached for her neck, squeezing gently. “You don't like crowds, baby?”

  She shook her head and looked over at him. Her eyes were suggestive and coy, half-lidded. “I want to be alone with you,” she said. “We have the night to ourselves, and a baby-sitter. I don't have to be home until the morning. And I've… been thinking about that room of yours.” She paused, swallowed and her voice dropped to a whisper. “What do you think about takeout, Daddy?”

  Hearing the word daddy from her, with those fetching blue eyes looking at him suggestively, made his cock surge and his stomach clench. Fuck.

  “You don't want me to take you on a date?” he asked. His plan had been to wine and dine her, treat her to the best dinner she'd ever had out, complete with whatever she liked to drink, and dessert, and whatever her heart desired. He wanted to spoil her rotten. And she wanted to go back to his place?

  “Someday, Slay,” she said. “Someday I'd like to go on a date. But tonight? I want to be alone with you.” She put her hand on his leg as she pleaded. “Please, Daddy. Take me back to your place. Just the two of us.”

  He didn't need to be asked again. “Consider it done,” he growled, his truck gunning to life as the light turned green.

  He wouldn't spoil her with food and drink and a fancy restaurant, then. No.

  There were many ways daddies could spoil their little girls.

  He wanted to pick her up and carry her up his stairs, he was that eager to get her alone, but he dutifully opened the passenger door, helped her out, and took her hand as they made their way to the building entrance. He watched her flitting up the stairs next to him, light as fairy dust, bouncing on the tips of her toes as he opened the door to his building.

  Thankfully, the stairway was empty, and they made it to his place without any further interruptions. He'd unleashed her inner girl, and she was eager. Oh, they were gonna have fun tonight. The second the door shut behind them, he tossed the keys on the counter, spun her around and pushed her up against the door. Both of her hands in his, he lifted them up over her head, pinning them in place as his mouth met hers. Her body yielded to him as he overpowered her, their mouths moving in unison, him taking what was his and Alice gracefully responding to his touch. He pulled away, looking into her eyes, both of them panting.

  “I never knew,” she said. “All that time I spent at The Club fantasizing about you, and I didn't know how amazing it would feel…”

  Fantasizing about him? He lifted her straight up off the ground and her legs entwined his waist. She was a curvy, full-figured woman in every sense of the word and he loved the feel of her voluptuous thighs wrapped around him, her full breasts pressed up against his chest as he kissed her, her ass cradled in her hands. Utter fucking perfection. He was a big guy, needed a girl who could take him, and fuck but his girl could take him. They kissed as he stomped over to his couch, turned and sat heavily, taking her with him, straddling his lap.

  “Ohh, Daddy,” she moaned as he pulled away from the kiss.

  “Food, baby,” he said. “We've got to get you some food.”

  But her eyes were on fire. She leaned into him. “No,” she breathed, both hands flat on his chest. “I don't care about food. Don't stop!”

  He easily flipped her over and planted her face-down over his lap. She squealed as he lifted her top and hauled down her leggings, nothing between them now but a thin strip of a light pink thong. He gave her a good, hard swat.

  “No arguing, little girl” he scolded. Crack! “You don't say no to Daddy, and you don't talk back.” Another hard swat hit her thighs and she squealed, then moaned, arching her back and wiggling against his hard cock. He plunged a finger in her core, pumping with a wicked grin as he felt her slick arousal. She moaned even louder. He removed his finger and lifted his hand, bringing it down with another hard swat.

  “Do you argue with Daddy?” Swat!

  She shook her head. “No, sir! I mean, no Daddy!”

  Swat!

  Fingering her one last second, he finally reluctantly pulled his hands away and pulled her pants up over her reddened ass. He stifled a groan. Lifting her, he positioned her so that she was straddling his lap once again. His hands lowered to her breasts and he pinched her nipples simultaneously. She gasped as her head flew back. “Ohhh. Torture!”

  He chuckled darkly, reached for her hair, and pulled her toward him, bringing her mouth to his with a hard kiss before he pulled away.

  “What do you want to eat?”

  She swallowed. “You, Daddy. I want your cock in my mouth.”

  Fuck.

  He closed his briefly eyes and swallowed. “Alice,” he warned.

  “Yes?” she said as he opened his eyes and looked at her. She blinked innocently.

  He tugged her hair. “Be a good girl.”

  She sighed and her lower lip protruded a bit.

  Another tug. “Are you pouting, young lady?”

  Her shoulders dropped. God, she was so fucking adorable. “Okay.” She took a deep breath and sat up straighter. “All righty then. Food. What's the fastest food in Boston?”

  He grinned. “I've got some ideas,” he said. “But first, I want to make sure you're prepared while we wait for our food. Stand, Allie-girl.”

  She pushed off his lap and stood in fron
t of him with wide, expectant eyes.

  “Strip, honey.”

  Her eyes looked down as she grasped the edge of her top and pulled it up, revealing her curvy belly, then the lace-edged lining of a black bra that barely covered her gorgeous breasts.

  “Jesus,” he swore, as she lifted her top over her head, her golden hair cascading about her shoulders as she whipped the top to the edge of the couch. Next, she shimmied out of her leggings. Now he could see the curve of her hips, her full thighs and delectable, spankable ass as she bent over to toss the leggings on the couch. She stood in nothing but her bra and panties, and her hands instinctively crossed over her belly.

  “No covering, baby,” he ordered gently.

  “But—” she froze, as if suddenly realizing she was about to talk back again. He pursed his lips and gave her a stern look. Obediently, she dropped her hands.

  “Come here, Alice,” he ordered. Shyly, she stepped toward him. When she was right in front of him, he reached a hand to her shoulder and gently stroked down her arm, then up again. She shivered. “So beautiful,” he said. “My girl, so beautiful.”

  She giggled and opened her mouth to speak but he put a large finger on her lips.

  “Hush, now, honey,” he said. “Daddy needs to order some food. You'll kneel here, and think about submitting to Daddy. What that will mean from you. What I expect of you. And while you kneel here, you clear your mind. Just focus on doing what I say. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  His voice deepened and he pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”

  She dropped to her knees in front of him. He took her hands and placed them together behind her back. “Keep your hands here. I need to grab my phone. You are not to get up from this position. If you get up, or unclasp your hands, my belt comes off. You understand?”

  She nodded. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He placed a hand atop her head, drew her closer and kissed her forehead. “Good girl.”

  Standing, he retrieved his phone and watched her out of the corner of his eye to make sure she obeyed. She turned her head to look at him and he put his fingers to his lips, kissed, then blew her the kiss across the room as he dialed. She grinned, opened her mouth, pretended to swallow, and licked her lips. He chuckled. As he waited on hold, he watched her. At one point, she wavered, unclasped her hands and readjusted herself, tugging on her bra then letting go and clasping her hands again.

  Really, little girl? You think Daddy’s joking?

  Oh, that wouldn't do. He'd told her what he'd do if she got out of position.

  He placed his order. Shutting his phone off, he stalked over to her slowly, watching as her eyes roved his body.

  “I've never seen you dressed like this,” she said. “Dressed up. Gosh, it's… amazing.”

  Though he'd removed his jacket, he was still dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. Ah. She liked the look. His hands went to his wrists and he unbuttoned first one cuff, then the other, rolling each sleeve up to his elbow. He leaned against the back of the couch, eyeing her nearly-naked form on the floor in front of him, and crossed his arms. Her eyes widened, her mouth parted just a tiny bit. Pushing himself off the couch, he stalked over to her and bent down, grasping a handful of hair and pulling her close.

  He whispered in her ear. “Food will be here in thirty minutes, little girl. Do you think Daddy has enough time to eat you out?”

  She closed her eyes. “Three minutes would be enough,” she moaned. He chuckled, lowering his hands to her bra strap and unfastening the clasp. As the bra fell to the floor, her breasts swung free and his cock tightened. Shit. He dipped his head, bending low, his tongue flicking against her nipple. She gasped, then he bit down, just enough to make her squeal but not enough that he left more than a tiny red mark. He pinched the other nipple with his thumb and index finger and twisted gently as his tongue circled her left nipple. Her knees wobbled and her hands unclasped but she righted herself.

  He pulled his mouth away from her breasts, pulling her head back. “Keep those hands where I put them,” he clipped. And he meant it. She'd do exactly as she was told, every fucking instruction. Quickly, her hands went behind her back and clasped again. He dropped to his knees, rewarding her by dipping his mouth to her collarbone and kissing before he nipped her sensitive skin with his teeth. She shifted but stayed in position. Heat rose on her chest, bright pink, as her nipples hardened. He dipped his hand between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, pulled her panties down, and plunged his finger into her core.

  “God, baby,” he growled in her ear as he fingered her. “You're sopping. So fucking wet for Daddy.”

  She whimpered as he pumped his finger in and out.

  “You're gonna come for me, little one,” he whispered in her ear as he continued to finger her. “Daddy's gonna eat you out. But we've got some business to attend to, first, little girl,” he said soberly.

  Fear flicked across her features. “What's that?” she whispered.

  “Daddy's gonna ask you a question, and I expect an honest answer. Did you or did you not keep your hands clasped when I placed the food order?”

  Her eyes shifted away from him.

  Grasping her chin, he held on tightly. “Eyes to me,” he ordered.

  She looked back at him and nodded. “I… didn't keep my hands this way the whole time,” she admitted.

  It wasn't a major infraction. It was hard to maintain her position and he well knew it. But he also knew that a good spanking would arouse her and make her climax harder.

  Still holding her chin, he nodded. “That's what I thought,” he said. “Seems a good spanking is what's in order, young lady,” he chided, intentionally speaking sternly and fixing her with a look of admonishment. “Step out of your panties, and hand them to me.”

  She stood, trembling, stepped out of her panties, and handed them over. He put the small strip of fabric in his pocket. He kept his gaze on her as he unclasped his belt. “What happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” he asked, pulling the leather through the fabric with a soft whoosh before doubling it over. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

  “They get spanked,” she whispered.

  He furrowed his brow at her and pointed to the couch. “That's right. I want you bent over the arm of the couch, toes on the floor, hands flat down in front of you. Understand me?”

  She nodded, stepping over to the arm of the couch. He stood behind her and watched as she draped her naked body over the edge, obediently placing both feet on the floor as her hands splayed out on the sofa cushion.

  “When Daddy give you an instruction, you're expected to obey,” he said, and without another word, he pulled back the doubled-over belt and snapped it against her naked backside. She rose to the tips of her toes and gasped. As a reddened stripe rose on her bottom, his cock strained for release. He reared back and let loose another snap of the belt. He could easily modulate the swing of his shortened belt, especially when she was lying over the couch. He would leave her bottom stinging and warm to the touch, but not welted or bruised.

  He let loose six swats, one after the other, as he lectured her about obeying. “You'll obey Daddy.” Whap! “You will do as you're told.” Whap! “It's hard for you to trust, but you're doing so well, baby girl.” Whap! She gasped as the leather belt wrapped around her upper thighs, but he kept spanking. “You told the truth when asked, so your spanking won't be as hard as it could be.” Another hard swat fell, but then he was done. If she'd lied on top of it, he would've moved on to a good paddling, but for now, she would be repentant and submissive. She’d also be fucking wet for him.

  “You stay right there, little girl,” he said, threading his belt back through the loops of his pants and fastening the buckle. He stepped up to her and ran his hand over her warmed ass. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he soothed, rubbing out the sting. Her honey glistened between her legs and bare mound. He dipped a finger in her wetness.

  “Turn around,�
� he ordered. She turned to face him, eyes wide and obedient. She gingerly sat on the edge of the arm, bracing herself so that her pink pussy faced him. He knelt in front of her, gently spreading her legs. “That's a girl,” he whispered, his tongue flicking out and lapping at her clit. “Such a good girl,” he murmured between strokes of his tongue. “My very good girl.” He sucked on her clit and her hips jerked, then he leisurely circled, alternating sucks and flicks of his tongue, stroking upward until he felt her trembling, just the right amount of pressure. Her breath was coming in gasps now, and she was on the verge of climax, her grasp so tight on the edge of the couch her knuckles were white. He pulled away.

  “Take what's yours, baby.”

  She moaned at the command, her head thrown back. He pumped his fingers in her core as he drew close again. His tongue circled her clit. She whimpered, ready, on the verge of climax.

  “Come on Daddy's face, babygirl,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. He dipped his head back to her pussy, pumped hard with his fingers as he flicked his tongue. Seconds later she was moaning, her hips rising as she came, her head thrown back with abandon, the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever seen. He pumped and licked, stroking her to completion until she collapsed against him and the couch.

  He chuckled as he came to the front of the couch. Her eyes were shut, her chest heaving, and as he sat down she pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his body and her arms around his neck. She clung to him as he held her tight. Her eyes stayed shut, her head on his chest, as he smoothed the soft blonde hair splayed against the fabric of his light green shirt.

  “That's my good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy's very good girl.” He glanced at the clock on the entertainment center. A thorough spanking followed by a hard climax would leave her clinging to him, divested of whatever had been on her mind, and he was fully prepared to give her the time and attention she needed.