Teach Me Daddy: A Mountain Man’s Secret Baby Romance

by Hart, Rye

  “Rose, I wouldn’t ever put you in a situation where I thought you’d be taken advantage of,” Crystal said. “I didn’t realize that was the reason you were worried.”

  “It’s not the only reason, but it’s a big one,” I said.

  “Is she still a virgin?” Eli asked.

  “Yep,” Crystal said. “Part of me kind of wants to change that.”

  Part of me wants to crawl under a damn rock and die.

  “Hello? I’m right here,” I said. “And that’s not changing at some party with some random guy whose name I won’t even know.”

  “Either way, it’ll be a fun experience,” Crystal said. “Come on, you came to New York for me, but you also came for an adventure, right?”

  She had me there, but this definitely wasn’t the kind of adventure I was thinking about. I was thinking more along the lines of dancing, some drunken karaoke, and maybe flirting with some guys in the park.

  Not a masquerade BDSM sex party with a Christmas theme. I couldn’t make this shit up.

  “Look, you can’t give up now,” Crystal said. “We’ve already RSVP’d. Let’s find us some outfits and really do it up. If you don’t like it after thirty minutes, we’ll leave and go get drinks.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Eli said. “I’ve been looking forward to this event all year.”

  “Whatever,” I said.

  “Okay,” Crystal said. “Go back there into dressing room number three. I put a dress in there that’s perfect for you. You have to try it on.”

  I groaned, but I also did what she asked. She shoved me down the hallway and I slipped into the dressing room. I balked the moment I saw the dress. It was a white, lacy, floor-length gown that was see-through. You’d be able to see my underwear! “Time’s a’tickin’!” Crystal said as she tossed some things over. “Put those on underneath the dress, and come on out.”

  I was looking at the floor, taking in the white lacy bra and the high-waisted panties she threw over. There was no way my ass would fit all the way in those panties but Crystal banged on my dressing room door again and I started stripping. I put on all the pieces one-by-one, jumping myself into the lacy dress as it cascaded down my body. I knew I would look ridiculous and have to immediately put everything back, but the moment I turned around and looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but stare.

  I’d never seen my body look that way before. The way the dress hugged my curves was so provocative and striking. My eyes trailed over my chest, round and high in the bra, as the dress trickled down the dip of my waist, clinging to me. The high-waisted panties rounded over the curves of my ass before the dress continued spilling down my thighs. I had to take a second and digest everything before I could move, but the moment I did, I heard Crystal’s voice.

  “I take it from the speechlessness that it looks good?” she asked.

  “Surprisingly… it doesn’t suck,” I said.

  “Good. I’m paying for it. Get it off, and get it out here to the register. I know what I’m wearing to the party.”

  “Please don’t tell me it’s that red, vinyl thing,” I said as I started undressing.

  “Nope, I’ve got something much better,” she said.

  “What?” I asked as I tossed the clothes over to her.

  “An all-black leather dress, with a glossy, dominatrix feel.”

  If I’d had anything in my mouth, I would have spat it out all over the wall of the dressing room.

  By the time I got dressed and came back out, Crystal was holding up our bags. She was grinning at me with a sly look on her face, like she’d just gotten away with some master plan she had been concocting.

  Now that I had the clothing, I didn’t feel right backing out of the party.

  “All we need to do is find ourselves some masks,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  “Where are we headed?” I asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  She threw the bags in the car, and we made our way across town. I looked out at all the unassuming people while Crystal talked my ear off, but I wasn’t paying any attention. I had no idea what I was getting myself into tonight and part of me still wished I could back out.

  But part of me was also entranced with how I looked in that dress.

  “We’re here!” she exclaimed.

  I found myself being tugged out of the car and dragged into another store. The walls were lined with masks of every shape, size, and color. I gawked at the sheer amount of glitter that lined the floors of the shop, knowing I’d have to take many hot showers in order to rid my body of it all. Crystal was already trying on black and red masks to go with her outfit, but there was one that caught my eye over at the far end of the store.

  A white lacy mask that matched my outfit perfectly.

  I walked over and plucked it off the wall before I set it against my face. It covered forehead, eyes, and nose, and left my cheekbones, mouth, and jawline exposed. I loved the way the glitter accents made my green eyes shine, and the way it contrasted my jet-black hair made it look like I had blue highlights.

  Crystal plucked it from my hand while I was admiring myself and threw it at the cashier.

  “We’ll take this one, too,” she said.

  “You know this party’s probably gonna keep me a virgin for the rest of my life, right?” I asked.

  “Oh, I promise you it won’t.”

  “I’ll be sexually harassed by some stranger, triggering a traumatic cascade of events that’ll shy me away from sex forever,” I said.

  “Fuck’s sake, you sure are dramatic,” she said, grinning.

  “I’m serious, Crystal. I have no idea what I’m walking into. I’m gonna be the awkward girl of the group. The outcast. The weird one.”

  “When have you ever not been weird?” she asked, giggling.

  “Isn’t the point of a masquerade party to not be yourself?” I asked.

  “Look. You’re about to walk into a world where even the most innocent of virgins have fully devoted themselves to the cause. Trust me. It’ll be a fun and new experience. And if you don’t like it, we’ll leave. I promise.”

  “Don’t you find it at least a little funny?” I asked. “That some inexperienced virgin is about to walk into a BDSM club?”

  “Maybe a little funny,” she said, smiling. “But we gotta hurry up and get back.”

  “Why?” I asked. “What’s going on tonight?”

  “Seriously? Why the hell did you think I dragged you out shopping?”

  “The party’s tonight, Crystal?”

  “Come on,” she said as she held out her hand. “Time to go find you a new memory to take home.”

  Boy, was that an understatement.

  CHAPTER TWO - CAMILLO

  I sat at my massive mahogany desk, my eyes flickering around the screens in front of me. I watched all the people at the party having a good time and I made sure nothing disgusting or illegal befell any of them. After all, searching for my perfect submissive meant keeping an eye on all of them. I didn’t need anyone’s hands landing on the woman that would ultimately become mine.

  I’d bought this warehouse and transformed it into the hottest BDSM club in the city. I spent my free weekends onsite, watching the feeds I set up in every single room. I was waiting for her . The woman of my dreams. The perfect submissive I’d been dying to sink my teeth into for years. I hadn’t found her yet. Out of all the encounters I’d had with the women that walked through those doors, I had yet to find the one for me.

  The one I hunted for tirelessly.

  While the pursuit of finding her haunted me.

  The masquerade was tonight; the event everyone always turned out for. It was the biggest and most intense party of the year and, every year, I stood watching. Waiting. Everyone who wanted to dip their toes in this scene was always brought to this party and I was waiting for her to walk through those doors.

  I had people come in and decorate the entire space. It was covered in red and gold, which was a striking juxtaposi
tion to the black, white, and gray motif that always adorned the club. The massive space of the warehouse was divided into multiple sections, with three fully-stocked bars, a massive dance floor that was lined with cages to dance in, and play spaces as you meandered toward the back. There were your typical dungeons, a couple of rooms modeled after a Roman bath, a couple more spaces that were opulent and had walls lined with play toys.

  Then, there were the private rooms. Those rooms were relegated for use only by the richest members of the club who could afford to rent them out. For those that could handle the hefty expense, they could rent the room out for the evening, or even two, if they preferred. They could escort their tantalizing treat for the evening into the fully-stocked roomed and, with the press of a button, they could lock it down from the outside world for up to a week.

  I, of course, had my own private space, a room right across from my office. It was outfitted with every single pleasurable instrument found in this community.

  I’d only ever taken one woman in there. A woman I thought was going to be the one for me.

  But things don’t always pan out, I supposed.

  I watched the screens intently. My white suit with its black collar clung to my sculpted body. I was watching the entrance as well as the dance floor, looking for her.

  The woman that still didn’t have a name or a face.

  My phone rang, interrupting my concentration, and I huffed. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear, listening to the voice talk on the other end of the line.

  “Camillo? We got a problem. They’re coming into New York and buying up your properties.”

  “Why am I just now learning about this?” I asked.

  “Because I’m just now learning it. They’re buying up all the businesses that belonged to the Italians. You know, the ones we visited a few days ago.”

  “The ones crumbling under the RICO investigation, I know,” I said. “Why the fuck are they buying them up?”

  “I don’t know, but the moment I found out what they were doing, I called.”

  “Thanks, brother, but I need more than just their actions,” I said. “I need their motive.”

  “My guess is they’re doing it just to piss you off. They did what they did with your father, and now, they’re sticking it to you. I think they’re doing this simply for a laugh. Invading your territory to prove they can.”

  “Wait… it’s the Del Vecchio family?” I asked.

  There was a string of crumbling Italian businesses that had been tanked because of a racketeering investigation the FBI rained down on the neighborhood. I grew up on those streets. I knew those faces. I knew how scared they were and how their livelihoods were in the toilet. I went around to them and promised them I’d purchase their businesses, breathe life back into their neighborhoods and homes without asking for any disgusting favors in return.

  But this family—the Del Vecchio Family—brought my attention back to the past. They killed my father. Put out a hit on him because they thought taking him out meant taking his property. They didn’t realize he was grooming me to take his place. They didn’t realize he’d already transferred many of his assets into my name already.

  And now they were making a statement.

  It didn’t matter that my father had slaughtered most of the Del Vecchio’s friends. What mattered was that they killed my father when I was only a teenager. The only reason my father killed the head of the Del Vecchio clan was because they were behind my mother’s death.

  At least, that’s what my father believed. And no one ever questioned my father.

  Ever.

  For years, I’d been working on rooting out the rest of this damn family. I’d had some of them killed and some of them thrown in jail. I had some of them take the fall for crimes I’d committed in order to get more information on their growing empire. Piece by piece, I was building the underground kingdom my father had always wanted and I was chipping away at theirs in the process.

  But, like a hydra, the moment I cut off one of their heads, two more would grow back.

  I was going to have to give this matter my personal attention in order to make sure it was seen through properly. I couldn’t allow this savage, bloodthirsty family to gain a foothold in this city. This was my city. This was my turf. This was where I grew up. These were the streets I ran on.

  They belonged to the Moretti Family.

  “You think they know?” my brother asked.

  “I think we should take them scooping up these businesses as a sign that they at least know the game we’re playing,” I said.

  Secretly, I hated life in the mob. I took over the family business because it was expected of me by my father and no one ever questioned my father’s wishes, if they valued their life. He groomed me from the time I was young to take over his seat one day and, by the time I was seventeen, he began making the moves he needed. My guess was he knew the Del Vecchios were coming for his head and he figured he could pull the wool over their eyes by succumbing to them and still not giving them a fucking dime of his shit.

  It worked, but it led me down a path I had no passion to follow.

  The issue?

  I was fucking good at what I did.

  It came with a lot of dirty work. I buried more people I loved than I ever wanted to admit and, every time I talked with my brother, I treated it as if it were my last time. We were both silent on the phone as my eyes gravitated back toward the screens and, just as I was about to address my brother, it happened.

  She walked through the doors.

  A vision in white, draped in lace. Her curves were smooth and fluid, and it looked as if she was floating on air. Her jet-black hair poured down between her shoulder blades, practically taunting my fingers to wrap themselves up within its softness. That dress looked as if it had been tailor-made for her beautiful body, and I lost myself in her grace as my brother tried to get my attention.

  “What should we do, Camillo?” he asked.

  “I’ll handle it personally,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. Take care of that nephew of mine. Love ya, brother.”

  “Love you, too, brother.”

  I set the phone down before I leaned in toward the video feed. The girl looked nervous. Her hands were wringing in front of her, and her eyes were darting all over the place. There was another young woman with her, clad in some sort of gaudy, dominatrix dress. She looked much more comfortable in this arena, which could only mean one thing.

  The woman I’d found to be mine tonight was new, and the thought already had my cock pulsing with anticipation.

  CHAPTER THREE – ROSE

  As I walked into the massive building, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Crystal’s hand was on the small of my back, escorting me while I took in the sights and sounds. Everyone was clad in all sorts of getups. The women were in revealing costumes, with leather, lace, and chrome. Some were walking around in bodysuits with whips and things that looked like split bamboo. Most of the men were dressed in various forms of suits. A few were dressed in revealing costumes that showed off their best assets.

  And yes, sometimes that meant their asses.

  I craned my neck around while Crystal kept pushing me to the dance floor. I could feel eyes on me, taking in my costume as I walked across the floor. The music was pumping and the lights were dancing around in hypnotic patterns. People were throwing back drinks while some couples were walking around with leashes in their hands. Never in my life had I seen so much I didn’t understand all at once and I found myself backtracking into Crystal’s grasp.

  “I’m right here,” she said. “Just take a deep breath.”

  “Crystal! Rose!”

  I turned my head as I heard Eli’s voice. She came bounding up to us in a body suit. It was leather from head to toe, with a cutout to showcase her prominent cleavage, and she was carrying a whip in her hand.

  Had I not heard her voice, I wouldn’t have recognized her.

  “Come on, you two. Time for the grand tour.
”

  She took both of our hands and pulled us to the edge of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt the cool wall against my back. We walked around the room, skirting the bars and watching as people slowly trickled down various hallways.

  “Where are they going?” I asked.

  “Oh, all the private rooms are back here.” Eli said. “See the man dragging that woman along in the orange dress?”

  I could see a woman tugging against the hand of a man who was shoving her into a room. Everything within me wanted to run up and kick him between his legs but the moment I saw them kiss, I realized whatever they were doing was consensual.

  At least, I thought it was.

  “That woman is Felicia Matthews,” Eli said.

  “Wait, isn’t that—”

  “The mayor’s wife?” Crystal asked. “Oh my gosh, that is her. Is that man the mayor?”

  “Nope,” Eli said, grinning. “The mayor and his wife are swingers. The man currently dominating her in that room is none other than Richard Delacroix.”

  “You mean the man who owns half of upstate New York,” I said.

  “Precisely,” Eli said, grinning. “Rumor has it he enjoys stuffing the mayor’s wife with all sorts of toys.”

  We kept walking around the floor, stalking everyone like prey. There were people hooked to others by chains, and women who were on their knees and crawling beside their… I don’t even know what they were supposed to be called. People were climbing up into the cages to dance, while others handed them drinks and vibrating toys. I watched one woman sink right down onto a dildo some man had hoisted up into the cage.

  My eyes widened at the spectacle, just as Eli caught my attention.

  “Look, look, look! They showed up!”

  There were two men coming through the doors, clad in leopard-printed suits with insanely gaudy masks. They wore broad smiles as they hugged those around them and, when they turned around, I saw they had on assless pants, along with something shoved up their butts that gave them something resembling a tail.

  “The man with the blue tail is Chef Baudenir,” Eli said.