by Maren Smith
“Her name is Amy,” Anna offered, kicking my leg under the table. Elbows on the table, chin propped in her hands, she grinned as she watched us. “Amy Stinger.”
“Amy Stinger.” It rolled off his tongue like I wanted to roll off his sheets.
“So, what are you ladies drinking?”
Anna promptly dropped one hand flat in the middle of the table so that her ginormous diamond was in plain view.
Reed laughed. “Relax. It’s a thank you for letting me share your table. But if you think your husband won’t like it, I can just buy a drink for Amy here.” He looked at me, smiling as he noted, “I don’t see a ring on her finger.”
I was going to have a giant bruise on my shin where Anna kept kicking me.
“Nope!” she chimed in gleefully. “Amy is super single. And Spencer won’t mind you buying us a drink as a thank you, as long as you let me get the next round.”
“It’s a deal.” Reed stuck out his hand again and Anna shook it. Then he cocked his brow toward me and smirked. “Super single, hmm?”
I’d have kicked Anna back, but couldn’t find her leg. “I’m just regular single, thank you!”
Holy fuck. What is wrong with me? My face heated as I blushed, inwardly cringing. I’m not what I’d call smooth around the opposite sex by any means, but I don’t usually get this ridiculously tongue-tied either. And now I wasn’t just acting stupid, I’m looking stupid as well. Great. Awesome. Perfect.
But this guy, Reed, with the sexy muscles rippling under his polo shirt, and the glasses that were creeping down the bridge of his nose as he chuckled, didn’t seem to notice how crazy, hopeless, and tongue-tied I was. He just smiled, showing off that wide, teeth-baring grin, his pearly whites, and those gorgeous, tummy-tingling, nipple-tightening, perfect dimples again.
“I’m regular single too,” he said with a panty-melting wink. “And I’m new here, so maybe you can tell me what there is for super-regular-single people to do in this town. Did we ever decide what we wanted to drink?”
He stayed. By some miracle of hot single daddy gods, he stayed.
“I’ll have a berry mojito,” I managed to stutter.
“Nice.” He nodded his approval and turned to Anna. “And for you?”
“Margarita on the rocks.”
“I’m going to have an IPA. Whatever is on tap.” Still grinning so hard that it should have been annoyingly creepy, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and tapped it on the table. Pulling his glasses down his nose with two fingers, he locked those gorgeous eyes of his on me over the top of the frames. “Now, regular-single Amy who drinks berry mojitos, if I go get our drinks, you have to promise you’ll be a good girl and not give away my seat.”
I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped all the way to my chest when he told me to be a good girl and stayed that way while I blankly nodded my agreement. Thankfully, I hadn’t tried to speak. Lord only knows what might have come popping out of my mouth.
He stood, and I flung my legs up onto his abandoned chair to save his seat.
Casting me one last boyishly crooked smile, he sauntered toward the bar. He was barely out of earshot when Anna started smacking my arms and squealing.
“Oh my hell! Oh my hell! Amy did you see that? He was flirting with you! And he told you to be a good girl! Oh my hell, is it too late to put my money on you instead of your mother as the next one in line to be affected by Jasper's lucky curse?”
I tried hard to be chill for a full minute, nearly biting my lip so hard it bled in my effort to do so.
“He’s hot!” I finally squealed. “Like so hot- in a nerdy geek chic sort of way.”
“He’s like your perfect man, minus the whole sweater and oxford shirt thing, but it would be way too hot in here to wear that anyway. I bet he owns a few, though. You should go home with him. You know, do reconnaissance, check his closet, get laid four or five dozen times. He totally looks the Oxford type. He has that whole professor, Daddy, make you squeal while you bite the pillow sort of vibe going on,” Anna agreed. “And he’s totally flirting with you! Should I go sit somewhere else?”
I grabbed her arm and pinned it to the table. “Don’t you dare,” I hissed. “I need you here to keep me from making a fool of myself. Besides, this place is packed. That’s why he’s sitting with us, remember?”
“Is it?” Anna tapped my arm and gestured around the bar. It was indeed packed, but there were other tables nearby with empty chairs, and a totally empty table right near the speakers. “I think he just wanted an excuse to buy a pretty girl a drink,” she murmured.
Before I could argue that there were many other pretty girls he could buy drinks for and that no sane person wanted to sit next to the speakers, she kicked me under the table again, and nodded toward the bar where he was already on his way back with a tray of drinks and a bowl of pretzels.
“Here comes Professor Daddy,” she whispered.
“Stop calling him that! What if he hears you?” I scolded, not bothering to tell her I didn't exactly have the same daddy kink fantasy that the rest of the girls in our Daddy of the Month Book Club did. Sure, I liked to read the books and found them to be hot as fuck, but in reality, if some guy called me little girl, and wanted me to do what he said, I’d probably kick him in the balls and walk away laughing. Or pissed.
“He won’t hear me,” Anna answered, laughing. “It’s way too loud in here. But don’t worry, I’ll be good from now on.”
“Hmph.” I crossed my arms over my chest with a fake pout. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Stop pouting.” Anna kicked my shin under the table for like the fifth time in ten minutes. “He’s almost here!”
Looking back, the nickname we gave him should have been my first clue to run screaming in the other direction and recognize that the fates were never that kind to me, but I ignored the giant neon blinking danger sign, and continued to flirt for the rest of the night.
When the music was over, the bar was closing, and everyone was starting to make their way home, Reed leaned over and took my hand.
“This has been an amazing night, and I’m not ready for it to end. There’s a 24-hour diner up the road about a mile. What do you say we go grab a cup of coffee and some pie?”
I said yes, and somewhere between the first sip of coffee and the last bite of pie we reached a mutual understanding that the night wouldn’t be ending anytime soon.
My panties were soaked and my breathing shallow by the time we made it back to his car for a heavy makeout session that involved more than just a little petting.
He drove to his apartment with my hand on his cock, and we barely closed his front door behind us before we were tearing each other’s clothes off.
“I just want you to know,” he gasped between frantic kisses, “that I never do this.”
“Likewise,” I whispered, grabbing a handful of his hair, and all but jumping into his arms as we maneuvered our way down the short hallway and into his bedroom.
When we fell into his king-sized bed, with our clothes off and our bodies still tangled together, I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and wrapping my hand around his large erect cock.
I had never, in my limited sexual experience been on top before, but my inhibitions were too far gone for me to care.
However, Alpha-Daddy-Professor wasn’t having it.
Gripping my hips, he lifted and tossed me onto the bed beside him, quickly rolling to pin me beneath his lean body.
“It might be a little old-fashioned,” he asserted with a wink, “but this is my house, and in my house, I like to be the one in charge in the bedroom.”
I licked my lips, staring breathlessly into his deep brown eyes. “You seem the type who likes to be in charge outside of the bedroom as well,” I panted.
He chuckled, rolling his hips into the cradle of mine, grinding the hard length of his cock against the slippery folds of my achingly empty sheath. God, I loved that feel. “That might be true. Do you have a probl
em with that, little girl?”
Oh. My. Fuck. Me.
I seemed to have stumbled right into a scene from one of the books I loved to read. Just like in many of my behind-closed-door fantasies, I was the heroine of my very own erotic adventure. Only this time, my hero was living, breathing, on top of me and definitely not powered by batteries.
I peered up at my sexy come-to-life hero, and realized that, like a true gentleman, he was waiting for my answer before we went any further.
“Not tonight, I don’t.”
He was too damned perfect. I should have known there’d be something wrong with him.
Chapter Two
Amy
As soon as the declaration of consent left my lips, Reed went full alpha.
Claiming my lips in another deep and provocative kiss, he pulled away to nuzzle my ear. “Stop me if I do something you don’t like.”
I nodded, but apparently that wasn’t good enough.
“Use your words, little girl,” he growled, nipping the lobe of my ear and sending sparks of pure lust bursting through every one of my erogenous zones. My back arched, my nipples so tight they could have cut glass.
“I promise!”
Without a word, he flipped me onto my stomach and straddled my legs the same way I had just tried to straddle him.
Knowing he was up close and personal with my ass—and with all the lights on—had my stomach full of nerves, but I was too turned on by his sudden show of dominance to care half as much as I should have.
My heart was pounding against the mattress. I swore it was beating so hard the bed was shaking, but if he could feel it too, Reed didn't show it. His muscular chest grazed my back, his chest hairs tickling my shoulder blades as he leaned down, wrapping my ponytail in his firm grasp as he growled in my ear, “I'm going to make you call me Daddy.”
Holy shit. My secret fantasy had walked out of my dreams and into my life. I was equal parts aroused and horrified. I could do the Daddy game in the bedroom, but outside of it… any man who tried to control me had another thing coming.
But this wasn’t outside the bedroom. This was Reed, hot as hell and pushing every button I had. I was beyond objecting over semantics. He wanted to be in charge; he had made that clear, and I was more than happy to oblige.
My pussy wept and throbbed as he tugged my ponytail, jerking my head back.
“I see you want to play hard to get, little one. Not to worry, that's my favorite game.”
I would have called him Daddy on the spot, but the fact that I hadn't seemed to energize him.
Righting himself to straddle me once more, he ground his hips against the full swell of my bottom, pressing the length of his erection between my legs. The warm smooth skin of his cock made my pussy pulse hotter. I arched my back, trying to bring him closer, and was rewarded with the hard clap of his hand smacking my ass.
I gasped. Okay, that hurt a little more than I was prepared for, but before I could even process the sharpness of the pain, it was followed by an identical smack on the opposite side.
This time the sting faded with the shock, leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake that started in the warming flesh of my bottom only to flow on a rush of liquid wetness between my legs.
“Please,” I begged, bucking my hips, not even sure what exactly I was begging him for. I just knew I needed more, and I needed it now. Whatever he was willing to give. Safe, sane, Amy-me had left the building. I was floating outside myself now. From the first time he’d called me “little girl” in his deep and growly voice, I had become a wanton hussy whose only goal was getting his dick inside me.
Reed wasn't in as big of a hurry as I was. “Tsk, Tsk, little girl. Somebody’s in a hurry tonight, aren't they? You seem to be forgetting that you're not in charge now, are you? This is Daddy's house, and in Daddy's house, Daddy makes the rules.”
“Okay,” I squeaked.
“Stubborn, aren't you?”
“Maybe.”
“This is gonna be fun.” Before I could ponder what he meant by that, he smacked my ass again and grasped my hips with both hands, spreading my legs apart, rendering me fully exposed to him. I knew he would be able to see every hole and the glistening wetness of my arousal. He would know exactly what he was doing to me. Shame colored my cheeks and I whimpered against the mattress. I was horrified, but also incredibly turned on and eager to feel what he would do next.
There was no sound in the room for a full minute and I could feel his gaze roaming my naughty bits, inspecting me as if I was his own personal toy and he wanted to make sure he was getting his money's worth. I squirmed beneath his gaze, flattening myself against the mattress and willing myself still so he wouldn't think I was trying to be in charge.
It was apparently too late for that. His dominant chain had been yanked and he continued in full Daddy mode, or at least what I with my limited experience of dirty books and imagination considered to be Daddy mode.
As I lay waiting, he placed his hands palm down over both of my nether cheeks.
“Your ass,” he mused, “was made for smacking. My hand covers it just right. I bet I could leave a perfect handprint. Do you like it when Daddy spanks your bottom, little girl?”
“Mmm mm!” I shook my head emphatically from side to side, but I was lying. It surprised me a little to realize just how much I’d liked what he’d done before. Maybe not so much while it was happening, but the tingling warmth that had made my pussy pulse so hot afterward? Oh yeah… now that, I’d liked. I just wasn’t crazy enough to admit it
He knew I was lying.
I heard a grunt as he smirked behind me. “Daddy doesn't like it when naughty girls don’t tell the truth.”
“I'm not lying!” Okay, so I'm stubborn to a fault. So sue me.
Except that legal proceedings weren’t what he had in mind.
“Is that so?” He shoved my legs further apart and moved to kneel between them. “Let's test that, shall we?”
Do whatever you want as long as it involves your cock inside of me and us fucking like rabbits, I thought.
But I wasn't prepared when he treated me to “the shocker.” Deftly sliding two fingers into my sopping pussy, he caressed my slit, leaving me shuddering and moaning for more, before sticking a third finger barely past the rim of my bottom hole.
My eyes just about popped out of my head and I reared back. I tried to flip over but he stopped me, firmly holding me in place.
“It seems Daddy’s little girl is an anal virgin.” he chuckled. “Remember, you can stop me if I do something you don't like, but in this case, I think you like it very much. Lay back down and relax. Let Daddy show you how he deals with stubborn little girls who tell lies.”
His matter-of-fact reminder that I could stop anything I wasn't on board with calmed me while his dirty promises and threats kept my lips sealed shut. As scary as this was, it was hot as hell and I was pretty damn determined at this point to enjoy every second of it that I could get.
“Okay,” I panted, subdued, but clinging to my stubbornness. I was, as usual, rewarded with a hard smack from his free hand. He had barely lifted it from my bottom when he started to finger fuck both of my holes at once.
“Your pussy doesn't lie, little girl. You like it. You like it very much.”
“Mmmm.” I moaned, noncommittally, unwilling to concede to his assessment.
“Do you want Daddy to spank your bottom some more?” Reed asked in his gravelly smooth tone. “Do you want a taste of what Daddy does to naughty girls who lie?”
Oh. God. I was laying there taking mental notes to save for my spank bank later, but I was too lost in my own reluctance to actually admit out loud to him that that was exactly what I wanted, and had been since the first time he called himself my Daddy. I was fucked.
Reed was silent, seemingly waiting for me to answer, even though I'm sure he knew I wouldn't. He was proving to be very intuitive that way.
He smacked my ass again, still finger fucking both my holes w
ith his free hand, and I arched up to meet his hand, wordlessly begging for more.
Just like that, his fingers were gone.
“So needy,” he murmured. “So needy, and so stubborn.”
I stayed silent.
In a second, Reed was leaning over me again, just as he had been at the start, gripping my ponytail tightly at the base of my neck.
“Call. Me. Daddy.” His command was punctuated by a hard spank to my lower right butt cheek.
My gasp was followed by a groan as I realized I was engaged in a battle of wills that I would not win. I waged a two-second mental struggle, desperately weighing my stubborn streak against the fact that I really, really wanted to come tonight. I had no choice. No good one anyway.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered.
His response was a low moan of appreciation and another smack across my ass. This one was different though. It was softer and sensual. As soon as it was given, his hand reached to fondle between my legs, cupping my wet mound while I pressed myself into his touch.
“Oh, you like that, do you? You like it when Daddy touches you.” His fingers found my opening and for the briefest of seconds they were inside of me, teasing me, stroking me. Just as quickly, they were gone again.
“I believe I promised you a spanking,” he said victoriously.
“Noo,” I whined, but I didn't mean it. He knew it and I knew it.
He changed his position again and I braced myself for what was coming. What would a real spanking feel like? Would he stop if I asked him to?
Reed slapped my bottom and at first it didn't feel any different from before. Reed smacked one side and then the other, alternating with a quick pace, each smack packing a sharp sting, but without a lot of force the sharpness quickly melted into the most wonderful warmth.
Yeah, I liked it, and from the gruff needy growl of Reed's voice I could tell he liked it too.
“You said you were going to let Daddy be in charge,” he accused as his smacks picked up in speed and force. “So let me, little girl. No more stubbornness, no more lying, no more trying to control the situation. Let Daddy show you a good time.”
