Daddy's Sweet Ride (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 3) Page 5

  “So, what triggered you on the day we met?”

  “It’s not really dating conversation.”

  “Chloe, I’ve been open about my deviant tendencies as a daddy. I really do want to get to know you better.”

  “I know. If you want me to get to know you, maybe you could answer some of my questions?” I asked him.

  “Sure. I’m an open book.”

  “My sister isn’t exactly known for her honesty. The other night she said some things I wanted to ask you about.”

  I chewed on my plastic straw and ran the end of it over and over through the gap between my upper and lower teeth.

  “I’ll do my best to answer your questions. Fire away.”

  “I’m really sorry to ask you about this, but Roxy said your last relationship ended when your girlfriend killed herself.”

  I saw Jax’s jaw muscles clench, and he stared out at the ocean with flinty eyes.

  “It was actually ruled an unintentional overdose. She took pills.” He paused and considered the horizon, “But unless a person actually leaves a note in that kind of situation, it’s hard for the coroner to rule it a suicide. There was no question she was unhappy and had been for a long time.”

  Well, that answered my question about Roxy’s accusation Jax was blame in the suicide note. There was no note. I should have known it reeked of her scheming interventions.

  “I’m sorry. That must’ve been really hard for you.”

  “To be honest I will never stop wondering if there was something I could’ve done to help save her. Sometimes, I still feel the guilt of being alive after she died.”

  I felt the pull of sadness in my chest. This poor, sweet, bossy man had been hurt so badly.

  “You should know I haven’t dated anyone since.”

  “I shouldn’t have pried. I don’t want to open up old wounds for you.”

  “Little girl, I want to share everything with you. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

  Jax reached over and grabbed the base of my ponytail in his hand and stroked his way to the end of it. Strange such an innocent caress could make my heart beat faster.

  My clam chowder came, and again I used it as an excuse to focus my attention elsewhere. Jax made me so nervous.

  “On that note, Chloe, there are other rumors you may hear about me in town. You should know I was charged with felony assault after finding my ex’s pill pusher and kicking his ass. She had gotten her supply illegally. I ended up hiring an attorney, who negotiated a deal to cover the douche nozzle’s medical bills. The charges against me were dropped, but it was still a pretty big deal in this small town for a while.”

  I blew on the spoonful of my soup and put it in my mouth. “I know how this town can be when it comes to gossip. Is there anything else I should know about you?” I smiled up at Jax feeling unexpectedly close to him after hearing his secrets.

  “Only the things I plan to teach you when we’re alone someday. I’d like the day to come sooner rather than later, Chloe. I’m finding myself to be a very impatient man.”

  Jax grabbed my hand and squeezed. He reached over and picked up my soup spoon. He scooped up some off the top, blew on it, and fed it to me. He continued to do so until the cup of chowder was gone, looking into my eyes with every spoonful and staring at my mouth every time I opened it to take a bite. There were a couple of times when he lightly groaned watching my lips close over the spoon.

  When I was finished with my soup, Jax picked up his chair and pulled it around the table and set it next to me so he was facing me. He put one hand on either arm of my chair and leaned towards me to kiss my lips. His chest rumbled with a growl as the kiss deepened, and he licked at my mouth a little and moved one of his hands to the back of my head. Our kiss deepened, and I found my panties soaking themselves as if there were a leaking faucet between my legs.

  My body was out of control. Clearly, a sex-seeking parasite inhabited it. I copied what Jax did, uncertain how I was supposed to be kissing him. I just moved my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer still. Again, he growled into my mouth.

  The waiter appeared out of nowhere and cleared his throat behind Jax. Small town service was not strong on discretion.

  “Your cheeseburger and fries, sir. Shall I put them here?”

  “Yes, it would be great. We can enjoy the sea view.”

  “And you had the fish and chips, Miss. Correct?”

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  A-1 was my favorite with fries, and as I unscrewed the bottle and dumped a pool on my plate, Jax’s fingers found their way to my panties under the table.

  My drenched panties.

  “Daddy!” I whisper-scolded.

  He ignored me, dipped one of my fries into the sauce and fed it to me. “Be a good girl and eat your lunch. Maybe I’ll let you have dessert after."

  He slid the fingers of his right hand up and down my engorged cleft and whispered, “Your daddy wants to be inside of you, baby girl. I’ve been dying to know. Shaved or not?”

  I held a fry midway between plate and mouth when Jax slipped one finger under the white cotton edge of my undies and ran the tip of his finger along my freshly waxed pussy. Salon owner. One of the perks.

  This time his moan held a twinge of agony to it. “Velvety. It’s like velvet.”

  His finger went inside me. Luckily, the patio was empty, but I doubted even in a crowded restaurant I would have cared. I felt him slide two fingers inside, filling my tight hole.

  “Oh, yeah,” he muttered. “This right here is where I want to be.”

  I felt my nipples harden under my sweater and turned my head to kiss him.

  Jax slid his finger out of me, and rested the tip of it against my clitty, the spot had been throbbing non-stop since I met him. He started tracing slow circles around and over my aching hard jewel. I had to close my mouth and clamp my lips together to keep from moaning out loud.

  He slid his fingers down to my wet pussy and then back up. His forefinger quickened, then slowed until I wanted to pull his hair and shriek.

  Oh mercy. I was going to come right here on this patio.

  He flicked my clit, rapidly, forcefully. The crescendo he built up broke over me. I came hard and grabbed the arms of my chair, lifting my bum slightly off the seat to stay the tremors.

  I was panting as if I had just run around a track. What would the waiter think if he came out now? “Such a good girl coming for Daddy. Now, finish your lunch.”

  Jax

  We exited the restaurant after lunch, and I opened the passenger door for her and strapped her in.

  I drove slowly down the mountain into town and asked, “What do you think of strolling around town for a bit?”

  The stores in the Victorian village of Briarville always reminded me of something you’d find on a bakery shelf. They were painted with cheerful colors and each of the Victorian facades were unique but blended together in a picturesque way.

  “Sure,” she said. “I love window shopping and strolling through the shops of our town.”

  The first place we stopped was the general mercantile. I walked over to the rows of large, old-fashioned jars holding penny candy. I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the gummy section. “How is your supply, little girl? Do we need to replenish it?”

  “You know me so well,” she smiled.

  “That’s the plan.”

  With a good selection of gummies in hand, I led her up the polished wooden stairs which creaked underfoot. The upper floor housed kitchen supplies and she wondered out loud why we were headed there.

  “There’s something I need to get for you. I don’t have one at my place, and it will come in handy tonight.” I grabbed the huge, flat, carved wooden spoon off the rack, shoved the candy under my armpit and slapped the wooden spoon against my palm. “That should do.” I stared at her, and trapped her like a small rabbit, paralyzed by my canine stare

  “Ouch. What’s it for? You plan to do some cooking
soon?”

  I shook my head, “The better to spank you with, my dear.”

  She visibly gulped. “But what did I do?”

  “Daddy’s rules. You must tell daddy everything. You kept secrets from me at lunch. That means punishments.”

  “If you can catch me.”

  “Oh, trust me. The chase is half the fun.”

  The next store I took her to was the Briarville Emporium, which had an amazing selection of hand-curated items from perfume, jewelry, handbags, to artwork. Everything was displayed by theme, and my princess cooed over the flowery smells and girly colors, “I simply love the way they put their displays together.”

  I never figured I would enjoy walking through a store which smelled like frosting and fairies collided, but Chloe turned everything into a treat. I led her to one of the side rooms and told her, “One of my fantasies is to give you a bath. Do you like taking baths?”

  She nodded her head yes.

  “Let’s pick out some scents you enjoy. I’ll get them for you.”

  “But you just bought me gummies and a spoon. Besides,” she whispered, “everything’s so expensive here.”

  I backed her up against the door frame of the side room, where no one could see us, and held her wrists above her head. I made my way down the side of her neck with my mouth, nibbling and sucking until she started to pant.

  “Another one of Daddy’s rules. I get to buy you presents whenever I want, and there will be no arguments.”

  “I’m going to need a laminated card with these rules as a reminder. There sure are a lot of them.”

  “You have no idea.”

  I grabbed her chin and placed my lips firmly on hers, wrapping my arms around her lower waist, pulling her closer.

  “There is one more place I want to stop. We need to pick out some outfits for you.”

  She visibly shivered.

  “What’s up?”

  “You want me to tell you what I’m thinking, right?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “I’m embarrassed to go clothes shopping with you.”

  “Whatever do you mean?”

  She looked down at her feet. “Well, I wear larger sizes and trying on clothes isn’t super-fun for me.”

  “Oh Chloe, if you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand that to me you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I love your body.”

  She pouted charmingly.

  “How about we go online and find some things for you? You don’t have to worry about trying things on in front of me. We can send things back if they don’t fit and save in-store shopping for another time when you know me better.”

  One Week Later

  After dropping Chloe off on Sunday, the week dragged by like a drop of molasses on an ice cube. I found myself consumed by the thought of being alone with her again. We were able to have lunch, and I took her to the movies on the following Friday where we made out like teenagers, which only served to further my sexual frustration.

  My cock sat like an overinflated tire in my jeans all week. It was ridiculous. The thought of her was an aphrodisiac I could not shake.

  I opened my front door on Saturday morning and nearly fell to my knees at the site of her at my front door, freshly washed and wearing shorts, Chuck Taylor Converse tennis shoes, and a tank top.

  “Hey, Daddy.” She had become comfortable with my preferred name, and this morning appeared to be chipper as a chipmunk.

  “Hey, baby girl, come in.You want a cup of cocoa?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “While I fussed in the kitchen, she leaned over my countertop and watched. “Like what you see?” I asked.

  She giggled. “Mmmm hmmmmm. What do you want to do today?” she asked.

  “If you’re not super-hungry yet, we could hang out here for a little bit. Then, I thought I’d take you out to breakfast.”

  “We settled on the couch, me with a cup of coffee and her with her hot cocoa.

  “You’ve got me struggling here, little girl.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I want you to know I care for you and care about you. I’m not just in this for the sex. But at the same time if I’m honest, I could start fires with what I feel for you.”

  Her cheeks turned pink, and she became acutely focused on sipping her cocoa.

  “You understand what I mean, don’t you, Chloe?”

  “I think so. It’s just new to me like I said before. I don’t really know how to act.”

  “You don’t have to worry. It pretty much comes naturally. You’ll see.”

  “When? Waiting is hard for me too. I might be a virgin, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have needs. It just means I’ve waited longer, and the anticipation is horrible.”

  She may as well have placed her hand on my cock and stroked it, which is where I felt her last remark land.

  I reached over and took her mug from her hands. I grabbed her tiny hand, in mine and led her to the bedroom.

  “Let me show you what I’ve been thinking about, princess. Lean over and place both hands on the mattress. Don’t move.”

  She did as she was told, and I felt a surge of pride and the urge to pounce on her. Easy, boy. Not yet.

  I took all of her hair in my hands and gently ran the silky mass through my fingers, stroking her like a pet. What I felt for her could be described in terms of the whims of a pet owner. I wanted to give her treats. I wanted to make her obey. I wanted to train her to do tricks for me. I wanted to receive her unconditional and devoted attention.

  I grabbed the top of her shorts and pulled gently downwards.

  “Heyyyyy,” she objected.

  “Step out of those, little girl.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Do as you’re told.” My throaty command didn’t take no for an answer.

  I reached over to my nightstand and opened the drawer and pulled out the gift I had purchased for her last weekend. I slapped it three times hard in my hand, partially to let her know what was coming and partially to whack my sexual beast back into his cage.

  “We need to talk about one of Daddy’s rules. It’s an important one. My little girl is not allowed to talk badly about herself. She’s perfect.”

  “When did I do that?”

  “Daddy wanted to buy his princess some clothes. You called yourself large. My little girl is just right.”

  “Don’t move.” I rubbed firm circles on her gorgeous ass cheeks to prepare her for what was coming. “This is going to hurt more than my hand did. Be a good girl and take your punishments, and daddy will reward you later. He might even let you suck his cock.”

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  I raised the wooden spoon knowing it would deliver not only pain but pleasure. Just what I had in mind.

  “Now when I spank you, you are to say, ‘I’m pretty.’ On the next swat you are to say, ‘I’m perfect.’ Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I loved the look of slightly panicked animal in her eyes. Instinctually, it made me want to chase, catch, and tame her.

  I looked down again at the site of her lush, perfect bum and brought the wooden spoon down with no mercy.

  She screamed.

  “What do you say little girl?”

  “I’m pretty,” she whimpered

  “That’s right, only next time you need to sound more convincing.”

  Slam. “I’m perfect.”

  “Good girl. Now let me hear you do the same for the rest of your spankings.”

  Chloe

  Now look what I had gotten myself into. I was face planted on the mattress, half naked.

  No surprise, the twenty hard wooden spoon spanks made me cry. The coverlet underneath me was soaked with my tears and mascara.

  I felt peace.

  I was going to need more undies to explore the whole Daddy Dom thing. The thought of punishments soaked my panties all the way through. I would have to start carrying an extra pair with me on our dates.

 
After the punishment, the only thought I could manage was, “Fuck me.” Not very virginal of me at all.

  As per usual Jax, I mean Daddy, massaged my ass. As if that would make the sting go away. Ha! The wooden spoon was a present which packed a wallop.

  The first time it came down on my butt cheeks, I screamed like a cat in heat. And then he had me chanting ridiculously I was pretty and perfect.

  If he didn’t show me just how perfectly sexy he found me ASAP, I was going to lose my mind.

  I heard him behind me puffing like a train engine and wondered what he had to be tired about. He wasn’t the one bent over this mattress at a ninety-degree angle like a straight-edged razor.

  “Come here, little girl, it’s time for cuddles.”

  I swear he took up half the king-sized headboard with his huge chest. I crawled up next to him. He patted my hair and my arms and began pinching my nipples very gently. But hard enough to make me gasp.

  “Daddy, you are driving me crazy.”

  “Does my little girl have tingly feelings?”

  He placed his huge fingers at the mound of my panties and began rubbing back and forth.

  I scooted away from his fingers. “No fair. You have been teasing me ever since I met you. When are you going to let me make you feel good?”

  Twenty-seven years is a long time to wait to have a cock in your mouth. The huge bulge he was sporting every time we went out had tantalized me, and I wanted to meet him face to face. Sure, I was nervous, but mother nature and the entire repertoire of Dani Wyatt book scenes in my head made me brave.

  “Daddy, you said if I was a good girl, I might get to suck you.”

  “Say it, little girl. Talk dirty to me. Suck what?”

  “It’s time for me to be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock. I want it.”

  “But, kitty cat, you’ve never done it before. Are you sure?”

  “I think if you don’t let me, it will hurt a lot worse than my punishments.”

  He put a pillow on the ground for me and stood up off the bed. He unzipped his jeans, pulled down his boxers and his bulge sprang out, pulsing in front of me with a bead of liquid at its gigantic tip.