Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Drew

It was a good thing he liked his submissives a little bratty. It gave him a good excuse to spank them. And yes, he did want to touch Naomi’s butt for more than just a spanking. Sliding his hands down from her hips, he gripped the butt in question, pulling her even more firmly against him. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and he thrust his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss.

She let out a cute little mewl against his mouth that made him even hungrier for her.

One night wasn’t going to be enough.

But it made a hell of a good start.

Mine.

The emotion he’d been wrestling with while Posh flirted with her coalesced into a conscious decision.

One of his hands had to move up to the small of her back to hold her in place as he kept kissing her, bending her back. Her hands were against his chest, and they slid up to wrap around his neck, giving her a little more stability as their tongues dueled.

Pulling back, he nipped at her lower lip.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked. Though he planned to keep things pretty basic, he still wanted to make sure they established some boundaries before he got started.

Her breasts heaved between them, the corset pushing them up, the slightly glassy look in her eyes clearing as she focused on his question. A little smirk kicked up the side of her full lips.

“Why don’t you make me an offer?”

“Spanking.” He squeezed her buttock with the hand he still had on her ass for emphasis.

“Yes, please.”

“Butt plug.”

This time, there was a moment of hesitation before she answered.

“Yes.”

“Nipple clamps?”

Her breath hitched, excitement kindling in her eyes, along with a bit of apprehension. Maybe wondering how much of a sadist he was. Not much, but he liked to add a little bite of pain to the pleasure he bestowed. He also liked to see that little touch of wariness as she realized he was not going to be a pushover.

“Yes.”

“Sex.”

He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her. It didn’t matter that it was through several layers of fabric. She would feel how fucking hard he was.

“Yes, please .” The emphasis on the final word was less of a plea and more of a demand. Now it was Drew’s turn to slowly smile, his amusement at her neediness partially coming from knowing it matched his own.

Seemed like she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. That was good.

“Any triggers?”

“Don’t touch my hair.”

His gaze shifted to the pile of curls on top of her head. With hair that naturally curly, it had probably taken her some time to get it exactly the way she wanted it. And he knew better than to mess with a sister’s hair, but obviously, someone at some point had needed to be told.

“Got it, sweet girl. Anything else?” When she hesitated, he realized that he was putting a little too much on her, unfairly. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you, then you can tell me if there’s anything you object to.”

That way, she wouldn’t have to list out a whole bunch of hard limits and worry she’d missed something. Or that he would come up against a soft limit she hadn’t mentioned.

“Okay.” She drawled the word, tilting her head to the side, listening.

He squeezed her ass again, digging his fingers in a little harder. His other hand was on the back of her corset, and he tugged on her skirt so he could pull it down enough to slide his thumb between the waistband and the bottom of the corset. She sucked in a breath as he touched bare skin, rubbing his thumb against her lower back.

Because they were so close, their faces mere inches apart, he could see her pupils dilate as he touched her.

“First, I want to strip you down and suck on your pretty little nipples until they’re nice and hard so I can clamp them. Then I’m going to turn you over my knee and plug this pretty little ass before spanking that sass right out of it,” he said, kneading the ass in question with the hand gripping it, his fingers curving underneath the cheek to touch the sensitive part where it met her thigh. Naomi whimpered in response, her breath coming in short, sharp pants now as he stoked her arousal.

“I want your nipples throbbing while I blister your bottom. And when you’re hot and squirming and aching, I’m going to have you ride me until you come, then I’m going to roll you onto your back and make you come again, and again, and again, until you’re begging me to stop.”

Naomi whimpered again, her weight leaning against him as her knees buckled. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, her breath coming so fast, he was starting to worry she was going to pass out before he even got her into a private room.

And they were going to a private room. As much as he loved to be in the club with the multitude of scenes going on around him, he wanted her totally focused on him for this first time. He also didn’t want to share the first time he was going to see her naked or their first time together. Exhibitionism wasn’t something that bothered him, but he wanted this to be special.

He wanted her to remember him and only him. He was going to be deployed again soon, and the more he could imprint himself on her mind, body, and heart, the better.

No distractions. No unexpected surprises. No chance of his teammates pranking him.

She would remember just the two of them together.

A little shudder went through her body, and she straightened against him, no longer leaning on him quite as much. Something lit up her eyes as she met his gaze, like a challenge.

“Okay then, soldier boy, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“I’d prefer it if you call me ‘Daddy’.” This was the key moment, whether or not she reacted badly. She wouldn’t be the first if she did.

Naomi

That request was the biggest surprise of the night so far.

“Daddy?” Her voice came out higher than she’d meant it to. She didn’t want to kink shame. Especially not him. But that was not something she’d ever considered doing, for anyone, before. Granted, no one had ever asked her to, either.

She knew it existed as a kink, and before this moment, she would have said she had absolutely no interest, that her immediate answer would be no.

But right now, she was standing here with a fine-looking man, his hand on her ass after his tongue had been down her throat, her body humming after listening to the description of filthy things he wanted to do to her, and calling him ‘Daddy’ in exchange really didn’t feel like the worst bargain in the world.

“If not, ‘Sir’ will work, too.” He said the words, but she could tell from the look in his eyes that it wasn’t what he wanted, not really. It was what he would settle for.

She didn’t want him to feel like he was settling with her.

“I can try it. Daddy.” This time, her voice was normal, although still breathy. Saying ‘Daddy’ was a little strange, but it felt good when his entire face lit up.

Then he was kissing her breathless again while she clung to him, body throbbing against him as her desire pulsed through her. Yeah, she could call him ‘Daddy’ if that’s the reaction she got when she did it.

After he kissed her until her knees were weak—again—he led her to one of the private rooms. As she walked beside him, his arm securely around her, hand possessively curved around her hip, a little ping of awareness made her turn her head. Someone was looking at her, and she could feel their gaze on her.

When her eyes met James’, she almost jolted. She’d been so caught up with Drew, she’d forgotten Claudia had said James would also be present tonight. At best, Naomi had only planned to let him see her flirting… but here she was, being led off by an incredibly hot Dom to scene in private. And she was very glad her ex would not be able to watch a single bit of it.

This really was the best revenge because she had forgotten to care about him at all when she’d been talking to Drew. And that’s exactly what she was going to do for the rest of the night.

James didn’t matter. Drew did.

The door to the private room closing behind them emphasized her past romantic life ending and her new romantic life beginning. It also cut off the noise from the club, soundproofed against the moans and cries filling the main room, so she could now hear the music that was playing, which was barely audible in the other room. The pounding baseline and the edgy guitar were designed to set the mood and also give a Dom a beat to use if they so desired.

Her butt throbbed in anticipation of the promised spanking.

“Okay, sweet girl,” Drew said, coming up behind her. Naomi tilted her head to the side as he gave her shoulder a kiss, giving him more access to her throat. He spoke as he moved his lips along her skin. “I want you completely naked for me. I want to see this beautiful body before I worship it.”

Holy fuck, she loved the way he talked, the sexy promise in his deep voice as it rumbled through her.

She felt the tug of her corset as he started undoing the knot.

“What do you want me to do… Daddy?” There was only a slight hesitation before using his preferred honorific. That’s what she had to do; think of it as an honorific, like ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ and not about any additional context. Though, there was one thing she was curious about, as much as she liked being called ‘sweet girl,’ which was a new endearment to her. “And why don’t you call me ‘baby’ if you’re ‘Daddy’?”

Chuckling, Drew tugged on the laces again, and she felt them loosen, the corset sagging around her, and she sucked in a belly breath rather than breathing through her chest the way she had to when the laces were tight. Her body slumped slightly, no longer forced to stand completely straight by the rigid boning.

“Because ‘Baby’ is Jenson’s call sign, remember? I wouldn’t have any trouble differentiating the two of you, but I also don’t need him popping into my head while I do things like this.” With a swift motion, he popped the front clasps of the corset, baring her upper torso and letting it drop to the floor so he could fill his hands with her breasts. Naomi moaned as he cupped the soft flesh, kneading it, his fingers seeking her nipples and gripping them in a hard pinch. All the while, her hands hung by her sides, not knowing what to do. “And you, sweet girl, are just going to stand here and let Daddy take care of everything.”

Okay, she could definitely get used to this Daddy thing.

Not only did he make it sound sexy when he said it, but he apparently did mean that he was going to take care of everything. After kneading her breasts for a few moments and kissing up the side of her neck until she wanted to whimper and sink into a puddle of arousal on the floor, he ran his hands over her sides. That felt damn good, too, her skin tingling from the aftereffects of the corset. He soothed away some of the ridges where the boning had dug into her skin and left an impression.

Naomi sighed. A lot of Doms didn’t think to do this, but it felt so damn good to have his big hands moving over her, rubbing her sensitive skin, easing some of the discomfort from the corset. It was as thoughtful as it was arousing.

He pulled her skirt down, making a noise of approval when he found she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Claudia hadn’t let her—she really had been determined to get Naomi laid, and even though Naomi hadn’t thought she would actually go through with a one-night stand, it had been easier not to argue with the Domme. Now, his appreciation for the discovery made her glad she had given in.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the front of her pussy.

Noami cried out, her hands going to his head, the short bristles of his hair under her fingers rubbing against them. His hands came up between her legs, forcing them apart as he cupped her buttocks with both hands to hold her up as his tongue pushed between her folds, sliding over her clit.

“Oh God…” She moved her hips forward, trying to press her pussy more firmly against his tongue, her clit throbbing as pleasure pulsed—then he was pulling away, grinning up at her.

“Not God, just ‘Daddy’ is okay.”

Noami groaned at both the joke and the loss of contact, then whimpered again as he released her ass and slid his hands down her legs. He undid the straps of her shoes, holding a hand out for her to lean on him with as she stepped out of the sandals. The couple of inches made it unlikely he was going to bury his mouth in her pussy again now, at least while they were standing, which was disappointing.

Every part of her ached with need. He had her so wound up, yet he hadn’t even gotten through half the things he said he was going to do to her. Drew apparently liked to tease and play and torment, and she was loving it as much as she hated it.

“Good girl,” he said, running his hands up the backs of her legs to her bottom again, giving it another squeeze as he pressed his lips to her stomach, kissing the soft part just underneath her belly button. “Such a pretty girl.”

She preened at the praise, not even bothered by being called ‘girl,’ which sometimes sounded patronizing when some Doms said it. From him, it sounded like a high compliment, the same as if he called her a goddess.

“Stand right here, sweet girl,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

Apparently, he hadn’t originally planned to play tonight either because he moved over to the cupboards where the toys for sale were stored. Clamps and a plug were two things that were for sale in there, along with a number of spanking implements, dildos, cock rings, and condoms.

Naomi pressed her thighs together as her need throbbed between them.