Daddy Dom and the Virgin

by Kitty Jones

  Everything about tonight is a good feeling.

  “Do you want to watch the scene with us?” Fiona asks. “Or are you two done playing for the night?”

  I look up at Aaron. He’s the Dom. I’ll let this be his call. Honestly, tonight has been so much fun, and so very wonderful. Whether he wants to grab a drink, go get some food, go home and snuggle, or yeah, sit together with my friends and watch the scene, I’ll be happy.

  A feeling of contentedness washes over me as I realize that I finally did it. I finally took a chance. I stopped hiding and just went for what I wanted, and it’s a really wonderful feeling to know that no matter what happens next, I’ve got a wonderful person by my side.

  “Let’s watch the scene,” he says. “I’d be interested in learning about puppy play.”

  “You don’t limit yourself to just DD/lg?” Belinda asks.

  “That means Daddy Dom and little girl,” Fiona whispers to Dax.

  “I know what it means!” He hisses, rolling his eyes. “Damnit. Why don’t any of you think I know about sex?”

  Aaron smiles gently and just shakes his head.

  “No, I don’t limit myself with my kinks. Do you?” He asks.

  “Not at all,” Belinda says, standing up a little straighter.

  “She’s a switch,” I tell him. “So she mixes it up more than most.”

  “Good for you,” he says, offering her an imaginary hat tilt. Belinda laughs and then we all move toward the stage where Natasha and Jeffrey are getting ready. We grab a couple of seats and snuggle up as we get ready to watch them do their thing, and I’m once again reminded of just how comfortable things really can be when you open up.

  Shit, if I’d known how much better I’d feel after having sex with Aaron, I would have looked him up long ago, but I think I needed the time I spent processing things. There’s part of me that really appreciates the fact that I had so much time to just learn who I am and how I learn about things. I took some time to really get to understand myself and my beliefs, and yeah, I’ve had time to grieve.

  That’s the thing about grief, though: at some point, you have to start living again, and as Aaron pulls me closer to himself, I realize that I’m ready.

  I’m ready.

  Epilogue

  Mallory

  Six Months Later

  Aaron looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

  He looks at me like I’m perfect to him and like he can’t get enough of me and oh, I love it when he looks at me like this.

  It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago, Aaron was basically a stranger to me. He was someone who was so very important to my brother, but whom I didn’t have a real relationship with. It was my fault, and it was his fault, but somehow, we managed to push through the pain of the past and come out better than we were before.

  I won’t forget what happened between us.

  Neither one of us will.

  Moving forward with your life doesn’t mean forgetting the past. Even if we wanted to, I don’t think we ever really could. The past can be truly painful and horrible, but the future?

  Well, the future is bright and sunny, isn’t it?

  The future is incredible.

  Now I’m sitting on the porch swing in front of the house we share, and I’m staring into the eyes of the most beautiful, most patient man I’ve ever met. When Aaron came bounding back into my life, I didn’t know that I’d be able to give myself up to him in so many ways.

  I didn’t know he’d be able to help me sort through the pain of the past, but he has.

  He has.

  He’s gone above and beyond to help me cope with my pain, my sadness, and my frustration, and I’ve done the same for him.

  Neither one of us thinks that things are going to be picture perfect moving forward. That’s not really how life works. We’re going to fight. We’re going to fuck up. We’re going to make mistakes and we’re going to have arguments and there will be days when we feel like giving up.

  That’s the beautiful thing about love, though.

  It’s okay to hurt, and it’s okay to have misunderstandings, and it’s okay to fight. What matters is that you come back together after, and that you move forward stronger than you were before.

  Aaron and I love each other more than I ever thought possible. Before we got together, I had no idea I could love someone as much as I love him, but now I do. Now I know that no matter what happens in my life, and no matter what challenges I face, I’ve got someone on my side.

  And that, that’s the most beautiful gift of all.

  Jiji jumps up on my lap and I pull the little cat close. He’s bigger now, but still small, and he cuddles up on my lap like it’s his favorite place to be.

  Aaron and I look out over the little town together and in this moment, I realize that somehow, no matter what I’ve faced in the past, the future looks pretty damn bright.

  It looks wonderful, and I can’t wait to find out what happens next.

  THE END

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  Kitty Jones writes stories about naughty girls and their Dominant Daddies. She also writes paranormal and science fiction erotica. When she’s not busy writing, she’s traveling the world with her nose stuck in a book. Please join her mailing list for updates and be sure to follow her on Amazon.

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  The Doctor’s Naughty Little

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  MELANIE BLAKE DIDN’T want to go to her doctor’s appointment. She sat in the parking lot and looked at the clinic. It looked...cold: cold and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to step inside those doors. It held nothing for her. There was nothing good in there: nothing at all.

  Only, she knew that she had to pluck up the courage it would take to walk through those doors. She needed to visit the doctor. She needed to go inside and she needed to talk to someone and there was nothing else that could be done about it.

  It was all her fault, really.

  That’s why she was there.

  She had made a bad choice, slept with a bad person, and now she had to face the consequences of those actions.

  And oh, were those actions so not worth it.

  Sleeping with one person might have been enough on its own, but she’d slept with several, and she hadn’t been very careful or safe or sane about it. Consensual? Yeah, it had all been consensual, and it had been fun, but it hadn’t sated her desires. It hadn’t given her what she really needed.

  And now she was here.

  She was at the doctor’s office and soon she was going to go inside and face the consequences of what she’d done. She was going to be brave and bold and she was going to be fierce. Slay. That’s what she was going to do: fucking slay.

  She’d hesitated long enough, though, and finally, Melanie decided to get out of the car. She slammed the door shut harder than she should have. For a second, she thought about apologizing to her little Saturn, but she thought twice. She was already being punished by coming to this appointment. She didn’t need to traumatize herself further by saying she was sorry to a hunk of metal.

  She went into the doctor’s office and walked up to the receptionist’s desk. Melanie tried to breathe normally. She could do this. She could be normal. Only, part of her thought that she couldn’t. She had never really fit in and she certainly didn’t fit in now. Not here in the doctor’s office.

  The clinic was full, which was probably to be expected for a Monday afternoon. People were here with their kids and their grandmothers. Everyone needed to get a checkup today, apparently, but she was the only one here for the kind of check that she needed, and that made Melanie feel embarrassed.

  “Can I help you?” The receptionist asked. She had dark black hair and it was pinned up in a neat bun. It was a little intimidating, but Melanie tried to remind herself that the woman wasn’t here to judge her. The lady wasn’t interested
in that. She was just doing her job.

  “Hi,” Melanie said. “I have an appointment with Dr. Grey.”

  “What time is your appointment?”

  “Two-thirty.”

  “Name?”

  “Melanie Blake.”

  “Okay, Melanie. Is your insurance information the same?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have a seat,” the receptionist motioned to the office. “And we’ll call you back as soon as we can.”

  “Thanks,” Melanie said, remembering her manners. She headed over to one of the chairs and sat down next to a lady who was bouncing a little baby on her knee. The kid had a carefree life, Melanie thought. Seriously. That kid didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about, did he? He could do anything, be anyone. He could do whatever. All he had to worry about was his mom, and she would take care of him.

  Sometimes Melanie wished her life could be more like that.

  It wasn’t, though.

  Instead, her life was a series of bad choices that had severe consequences. Namely, they wasted her time. She shouldn’t have partied last week. She shouldn’t have done anything she’d done because now, not only was she sitting at the doctor’s office, but she was also without a job. Who knew how long she’d be unemployed? Finding a new job wasn’t always easy. It could be weeks or even a month before she had a new place to work.

  Shit.

  She might have to move back in with her mother.

  Just then, she heard her name.

  “Melanie,” a friendly nurse called from the doorway. Melanie tried not to pay attention to the people staring as she made her way over. She had essentially skipped the line, but she wasn’t sure why. Once they were in the back hallway, she looked at the nurse.

  “Shouldn’t those other people be first?” She asked.

  The nurse shook her head. “They’re seeing Dr. Shelly today. Besides,” the nurse said, tapping the chart. “Dr. Grey thinks you need to be seen urgently.”

  “Urgently?” Melanie gulped. “Why urgently?”

  The nurse gave her a strange look, but shook her head.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you into the exam room.”

  Once they were in the room, the nurse weighed Melanie, took her blood pressure, and asked her a few questions about current medications. Then she asked the question that Melanie had been dreading.

  “Okay,” she said. “Tell me, what brings you in here today?”

  “Uh, where do I start?” Melanie laughed nervously. Was there any way she could just ask the doctor her questions? Did she really have to ask the nurse, too? That didn’t seem very fair. To be honest, the nurse seemed kind of nice. She reminded Melanie of a friendly grandmother, even though the lady was probably only 40 or 50 years old. It was still much older than Melanie. At 23, she was very aware of her youth and her ignorance. It kept getting her into trouble, after all.

  “Start from the beginning,” the nurse said gently. She watched Melanie, listening carefully, and Melanie shrugged.

  The beginning?

  Okay, she could do that.

  She tried to think of a way to explain her situation without sounding like a total and complete slut, only she couldn’t. She bit her lip and shook her head. Finally, she blurted it out.

  “I had sex last week with some people,” she said loudly. Too loudly. There were people walking around in the hallway. She imagined they were standing outside of the door listening, but that would be crazy.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So do you need to be checked for pregnancy?”

  “No, I...I’m on the pill.”

  “Did you use protection?” The nurse asked gently.

  Melanie just shook her head.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So you had unprotected sex last week and you’d like to talk to Dr. Grey about it.”

  “Yes,” she said.

  This time, her voice came out like a whisper, and she felt the heat of a blush erupting on her face. She couldn’t bear the fact that the nurse knew her secret now. She didn’t want anyone else to know.

  Maybe she should just run away.

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  Punishing the Babysitter

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  Marcus didn't want to go home after work because it meant dealing with Vanessa. He was pretty sure she'd been stealing from him, but he couldn't be completely sure. Vanessa was his babysitter. Her job was to come over and watch Trisha while Marcus was at work. That was it. More importantly, it was only for two hours every day.

  Vanessa watched Trisha from 3:30 to 5:30 every day after school. Trisha was in the second grade and was old enough to ride the bus home, but she still needed someone to walk her home from the bus stop, make her a snack, and help her get started with her homework.

  That was supposed to be Vanessa's job. Until a few days ago, everything had been fine. Then Marcus had noticed a few problems happening.

  First off, the twenty bucks he'd left on his nightstand was gone. That should have been the first warning. He was too trusting, though, and everyone knew it. That had always been one of his problems.

  The second sign that she'd been stealing was that his favorite watch had seemingly vanished. At first, he thought he'd simply misplaced it, but now he knew better.

  The final straw was that yesterday after Vanessa left, he noticed his wallet was open on the coffee table. He never left his wallet on the coffee table. The only place he ever left his wallet was on the table by the front entrance.

  When he'd opened the wallet later, he saw that he was short ten dollars. Seriously? He paid her so much money and now he was out ten dollars on top of her normal wages.

  Enough was enough.

  Marcus had even gone to the trouble of casually asking Trisha if she'd taken any money from Daddy's wallet. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. After all, if he accused Vanessa of stealing from him, there was no going back.

  But Trisha had said it wasn't her.

  She claimed that she hadn't taken any money and that she knew her daddy would take care of her.

  Well, today was the day. Marcus was going to confront Vanessa. He'd already arranged for his mom to pick up Trisha at 5:25. She would be there around the same time as Marcus. Then he could talk to Vanessa privately before he drove her home.

  At least, he'd offer to drive her home.

  She might not want it after he fired her.

  Because he would have to.

  Wouldn't he?

  That's what you did when someone stole from you, especially a babysitter. Marcus sighed and stared at the clock. It was almost time to go home. It was time to face the music and talk with the babysitter about her bad behavior. It was time to let her know that naughty girls didn't get rewarded. Not at his home.

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