Silence stretches between us as I slowly walk her around the club. I realize too late that I should be explaining the different areas and letting her ask questions. She seems content to just walk around with me taking things in. I finally shake myself out of my lust-filled stupor and start doing my job.
“This area is what we call the toybox.” I indicate the area directly in front of us with different stations for the littles to play together or with their daddies and mommies. “Would you like to stop and play?”
Her nose scrunches up. “Playing with toys doesn’t appeal to me,” she says bluntly.
“Not all littles enjoy it,” I say, patting her hand encouragingly. Liking that she already knows exactly who she is as a submissive. She might be new to this club, but she’s obviously not a new submissive.
I walk her over to the large playground where the club gets its name. “This one is pretty obvious…”
She giggles, the sound like tinkling bells. My cock throbs again at the sound. Fuck, everything about this woman is perfect. “I do like to swing,” she says shyly. “But it’s been years.”
“Do you want to?” I ask, giving her an encouraging look. I want to give this woman anything she wants. If she wants to spend the rest of the night swinging, I will gladly stand by and watch her enjoy herself.
She gives a quick shake of her head. “No, thank you. I would rather continue the tour… if you don’t mind?”
“Not at all, beauty.” I give her hand another pat and lead her on to the next area. “This area is obviously where punishments happen,” I say, indicating the spanking benches and other equipment.
Darlene purses her lips… “And funishments?” she asks.
I smirk down at her. “And funishments,” I agree.
She smiles playfully. “I like those more than swinging.”
Is she hinting that she wants me to spank her? I have to force myself to pull her away from temptation. This is her first time at the club; she deserves better than her guide to jump on her like a rabid animal.
“Over here is the restaurant. While you can bring non-club members to eat, they aren’t allowed beyond this door. There’s another entrance on the opposite side for people to enter from the street.”
She gives me a nod, but doesn’t show much interest, her attention seems to be drawn toward the area where the private rooms are at. I inwardly smirk.
“This hall leads to the private rooms.”
She gives me a heated look, one that spells trouble for my self-control. I should skip this part of the tour, but I can’t seem to make myself listen to reason. I start at the far end of the hallway then start walking her through the rooms. The first two are more masculine in nature. Decorated to look and feel like a daddy’s bedroom. The next is full of trains and other toys that would appeal to a little boy. The next two are directed more toward punishments and look slightly more like the private rooms of standard BDSM clubs. She doesn’t show any interest in any of them.
Then we get to the last room, and her excitement sparks. She twirls around the white and pink room like it’s a wonderland. And it is. This room is girly and decorated with silhouettes from Alice in Wonderland characters. The colors and décor are all in the same theme.
Darlene turns to me with a huge smile. “I love Alice!”
I meet her smile with one of my own. “I’m glad. I was starting to think you didn’t find anything about the private rooms enjoyable.”
“I liked them okay, but this one is the best.”
I chuckle at her excitement. It’s the most animated she’s been throughout the entire tour. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself feeling lighter than I have in years. “This is the last part of our tour,” I say, hating that I’m putting an end to our time together. “Is there anything else you’d like to see? I could maybe… introduce you to some people.” The words feel like barbed wire in my throat. I absolutely don’t want to introduce her to anyone. I want to keep her to myself.
“I—um—well…” she stutters.
“You can ask for anything,” I say, closing the small distance between us, stopping just in front of her. And I do mean anything. I’m pretty sure I could deny her nothing.
“What if what I want is you?” she asks boldly, even as she shyly looks down at her feet.
I definitely didn’t plan this. I hoped for it but never thought she would be so bold, despite her obvious confidence, to ask for a scene. She doesn’t seem the type to ask a virtual stranger for a scene, let alone a stranger in a private room.
It takes my brain a moment to catch up with exactly what’s happening here. I know one thing; I can’t turn her away. Not now, not ever.
Darlene stands demurely in the middle of the room. Her fingers threaded together in front of her as she looks down at her shoes. She’s a vision as she awaits my response. I close the rest of the distance between us, and with a finger under her chin, I lift her eyes to mine.
“When we talked, you told me that you weren’t looking to jump into scenes with random daddies.”
She chews her lip, thinking about her response. “You don’t feel like just some random daddy dom to me. Is that crazy?”
I shake my head. “No, I understand exactly what you mean.” I look at her meaningfully, bringing my lips to hers. Our kiss is slow and exploring. She presses her lush curves to mine, her soft tongue lightly licking at my lips, asking to deepen the kiss. I open to her, letting her seeking tongue explore for a moment before I take control.
With my fingers laced through her hair, I tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. Where her tongue was soft and exploring, mine is bold and possessive. I kiss her like I own her. Like she’s mine and mine alone. This might be just one night, just one scene, but I’ll be damned if I hold back any of this pent-up desire from her.
Darlene grips the lapels of my jacket, pressing her sweet curves even closer to me. My cock is so hard it aches with wanting inside her slick heat. I wrestle back control over myself. She asked for a scene, not for me to fall on her like a savage beast. I refuse to take advantage of her desires. After watching others' play in the club and the constant flirting between us, she’s not clear-headed. I won’t leave her needy and wanting, but I also won’t seek out my own pleasure.
Not tonight. Soon though. This night is all for her.
I shrug off my suit jacket, never letting our lips part. I guide her back towards the bed. I finally break our kiss when her knees bump the edge of the bed. Her lids are heavy, and her breaths are coming in short pants. I slowly lower the zipper at the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, so it pools around her ankles. She stands before me in nothing but white lace.
“Fuck, you’re a vision, Darlene.”
She chews her bottom lip, flushing a fetching shade of pink at my compliment. It tells me she doesn’t hear it enough. I run my knuckles between her full breasts and down over her soft stomach, showing her how much I love her curvy body without words. I grip her rounded hips and pull her against me so she feels my hardness. My lips steal another kiss; my hunger for her won’t be denied.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” I growl against her lips.
She looks at me with hungry eyes. “I want to be spanked…”
I let out another low growl. “By who?”
“You… daddy,” she says, pausing briefly before she uses the title that makes my cock ache. I want to be her daddy, and not just for the moment.
I take a step back and slowly start to roll up my shirt sleeves, watching Darlene’s eyes dilate. Anticipation rolls through me. Her lovely breasts rise and fall as her breaths become heavy, her own anticipation growing. She watches as I take a seat on the end of the bed and pat my lap. Without hesitating, she lays herself over my knee, ready for her spanking. I run my palm over the silky soft skin of her back, then down over her lace-covered ass and back again. Over and over, I pet her body until she’s relaxed and pliant under my ministrations.
“Such a beautiful
canvas to paint red with my handprint.”
She lets out a low moan, followed by a whimper as I tug her panties down below her ass. I groan at the wet way they stick to her pussy. My cock jumps in my slacks, begging for attention. She feels my hardness and squirms against my length, causing precome to drip from my cock. The first spank is part warning, part punishment for driving me crazy. She stills instantly.
“Behave, little girl.”
“S-sorry, daddy. You’re just so…” she trails off as if she can’t find the right adjective to describe what she feels.
“I’m just so fucking hard and achy for your hot cunt. That’s what I am.”
“Yes… that…” she breathes the words. Her hips wriggle impatiently, begging me for more spanks.
I spank her again, and she moans. I keep spanking her until I hear her sniffle. I stop and rub out the pain until she’s writhing on my lap, her pussy soaked and needy. Unable to help myself, I gently run my fingers through all that wetness. She’s drenched. She pushes back into my fingers, desperate for my touch. I circle her clit, giving her what she wants.
“Please, oh God, daddy!”
I enter her tight sheath with two fingers, wishing it was my cock. I keep rubbing her clit with my thumb as she moves against my hand, trying to steal her release from me. I slap her thighs in warning, and she stills.
“Good girl,” I praise. “You’re so fucking wet… did my girl’s naughty little pussy like her punishment?”
“No, daddy,” Darlene whimpers. We both know that’s a lie. She loved her spanking. “It hurt.”
“I bet,” I say, rubbing the abused flesh of her ass. “Your ass is a beautiful shade of red. Marked by my hand.”
I lay another three spanks on her upturned ass. She both whimpers and moans as the pain and pleasure meld together.
“You love it, though. Don’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy. I love it when you spank me,” she admits.
My cock leaks even more at the sincerity in her voice—I can almost believe that I’m her daddy and not just a temporary partner—what will it take to convince this beautiful woman to give me a real chance? Whatever it takes, I’m going to do it. I’m going to claim her as my own. It’ll be my handprints on her ass. My hands that hold her heart. I can’t explain this instant connection between us, but I’m not going to question it, and I won’t turn my back on it.
Darlene is mine.
I deliver two more spanks, then move back to rubbing her clit. She arches her back, pushing against my hand. “Please…” she pleads.
This time I don’t stop. I thrust two fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot as I rub her clit. I fuck her with my hand until she’s crying out her orgasm. Even then, I don’t stop. I keep rubbing and fucking her with my fingers until she’s screaming for mercy; only then do I relent. She lays over my lap completely limp—sated. My cock aches. I remind myself that this is only for her and that there will be a next time where I’ll fuck her sweet pussy until we’re both sated.
I lift her off my lap and arrange her on the big bed. She shivers in the slight chill of the room. I crawl into bed behind her, pulling her into my arms. I feel like I could take on the whole world when she snuggles into me.
“You okay?” I quietly ask.
“Mmm… so good,” she murmurs. “Thank you, Colt.”
I want to correct her. I want to hear her call me daddy again. But I bite my tongue. I’m not her daddy yet, and our scene is done. I press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re welcome, babygirl. It was my pleasure.”
She wriggles her bottom against my hard length. I pinch her nipple through the lace of her bra. “Naughty girl, stop teasing.”
“It doesn’t have to be a tease…”
I cup her cheek and turn her face to mine. “I love that you want to do that for me, but tonight was all about you.”
“But-”
“No buts. I won’t take advantage of you. If you still want me next time… then there will be no stopping me from claiming your tight cunt. It’ll be mine.”
She blinks up at me with lustful eyes. “Next time…”
“Yes, next time,” I growl. “Next weekend. If you want more, meet me here Saturday night.”
Darlene closes her eyes with a small smile and snuggles into my hold. Even though I’m still desperately hard, it’s made more bearable by the knowledge that she’s just as excited for next time as I am.
Chapter Three
Darlene
The weekend flies by in a flurry of unpacking boxes and daydreaming about Colt. I’ve never in my life felt so instantly connected to another person. It’s scary how in sync we were Friday night. Needless to say, we made plans for this coming weekend. I think I’m more excited about that than I am about starting my new job. Which I’m going to be late for if I don’t get in gear and leave.
The school is only a five-block walk from my apartment. Even though there is a chill in the air, I decide to walk. A little exercise might work off some of the sexual tension that’s kept me on a hair-trigger since Friday night when Colt walked me to my car and kissed me half to death.
Just thinking about it has me feeling hot under the collar. I take off my heels and drop them in my bag and slip on my flats for the walk. I take a big breath of the crisp fall air and sigh. I love fall. The wind is colder than I thought, and I regret not bringing my coat as a chill runs through me. I consider turning around for my car but don’t. The school is just ahead, looming tall over the surrounding buildings.
I take in the school, pausing briefly to enjoy the beauty of it. Thurston Academy is a three-story brick masterpiece. It looks almost like a castle with an old-world charm. It gives the same feel as any of the many Ivy League schools that populate the east coast.
I nearly lose my footing when someone bumps into my back. A student with a letterman’s jacket mumbles an apology as he lumbers into the building. I spent so long admiring my new place of employment that I didn’t realize that the school was starting to fill up with students. I shake my head at my silliness and head into the building.
Excitement courses through me as I pull open the doors and head to the office to collect my class rosters.
“Miss Larson!” Judy, the administrative assistant, says happily. “So good to see you again.”
“Darlene, please,” I correct with a smile. “How was your weekend, Judy?”
“Darlene, then,” she says with a smile. “It was good. Just puttered around in the garden with my husband John. What about you? Did you get unpacked?”
My cheeks heat with a blush at the reminder of just how little I got done this weekend. I couldn’t concentrate on anything and spent half the weekend daydreaming with my fingers in my panties. “Eh, some… You know how it is.”
She laughs. “That I do. I hate unpacking. It’s the worst part of moving.”
I nod in agreement.
“Oh,” she snaps her fingers. “You’re here for your class rosters, and I’m just over here jabbering your ear off when you need to get ready before first period.”
She quickly goes through the folders on her desk, finding the one that’s marked with my name and handing it to me.
“You know where you’re going, right?”
“Yep.” I look towards the principal's darkened office, thinking it’s weird that he hasn’t introduced himself yet. I was here twice last week, and he wasn’t here either time. Maybe things are just done differently in the city. The principal of my own school handled new hires and school tours on his own. Thurston Academy has a huge school board that seems to make all the hiring decisions.
“Is Mr. James in?” I ask curiously.
“He’s around here somewhere. He likes to walk the halls in the mornings. Have you met him yet?”
I shake my head. “No, he wasn’t here when I came in Friday to prep my room.”
“Well, you’ll meet him today, I’m sure.”
A harried-looking teacher rushes into the room, and Ju
dy turns her attention to her. “Melinda, whatever is the matter?”
“I locked myself out of my room. I need the master key,” she pants.
I wave at Judy and take my leave so I can get my bearings before class starts.
The first two classes go without a hitch… the third not so much. “Mr. Zimmerman, would you like to tell the whole class what you’re whispering about?” I ask after the fourth time he’s interrupted my lecture.
His friend slaps his shoulder and eggs him on, encouraging him to tell the class whatever he was saying. I suddenly regret the threat, especially when he turns to look at me, and I recognize the heated look in his eyes.
“I was just wondering if your pussy tastes like cherry pie, Miss Larson.”
My jaw drops as the rest of the class is half gasps and half riotous laughter. In all my years of teaching, I have never had anyone say something so inappropriate to me. I’m stunned into silence.
“Well, does it?” One of the other boys asks.
That shakes me out of my stupor. “Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Yardley, principal’s office now.” They both high-five on their way out the door. The rest of the class sits in stunned silence as if they can’t believe what just happened. I know I sure can’t.
I mean, what the actual fuck. Since when do students talk to teachers like that? Thankfully the bell rings, and I can dismiss my class. I take a couple steadying breaths before making my way down to the office. I don’t want those idiot boys trying to downplay what happened.
Judy gives me a puzzled look when she sees me. Her eyes flashing between the two boys sitting in front of the closed door to Mr. James’ office and me. “Hello, Judy. Is Mr. James free? Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Yardly and I need to have a little chat about classroom decorum.”
“He’s ready for you.”
I give her a bright smile. “Thank you, Judy.” I turn to the boys and wave my hand between them and the door. “Gentlemen, if you would.”
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