Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 7

Drew

Curled up around Naomi felt right. They were facing each other, her head pillowed on one of his arms while the other was wrapped around her waist, hand curved over her buttocks, fingertips just brushing the plug that was still in her ass. Drew had no intention of taking it out; he was going to send her home with it unless she requested it be removed.

Maybe some people wouldn’t consider a butt plug as a memento of their first night together to be romantic, but he thought it was.

One of her legs was thrown over his, resting on his hip, while the other was pressed front to front against his. Her fingers stroked through the wiry hair on his chest, as though she was petting him.

“So you like what you do?” Yes, they were doing the ‘getting to know you’ part post-orgasmic bliss, but somehow it worked. It might even be more intimate since they’d already gotten to know each other biblically.

“I do. It’s not exactly easy since I have to see some really hard things.” She shook her head. “It really sucks how society and our justice system lets abusers get away with causing so much harm, but I like working to help. I feel… not just good, but a sense of relief when I’m able to save someone and help them get away from a bad situation and into a good one.”

“Sounds kind of dangerous.” That had been his first thought when she told him she worked for a women’s center.

“It can be. We work hard to make it as safe as possible, but we’re often dealing with dangerous men.” She smiled, tilting her head back and pressing her finger to his lips. “Don’t worry, Daddy, Sir. I do my best to take care of myself. I’ve been doing Jiu-Jitsu since I was a kid, and I’m now a black belt, and I teach twice a week at a dojo. I also do a free weekly class at the center for anyone who wants to come.”

“That’s good.” A relief, too. Jiu-Jitsu was a good martial art for any woman who might find herself in a dangerous situation with someone bigger and stronger than her. Especially with its focus on grappling. Drew relaxed a little, then frowned at her when she poked him in the chest.

“A little hypocritical of you to be talking about dangerous jobs, don’t you think?” she asked. “I know exactly what Claudia does and, therefore, what you do. Or, at least, I know as much as she’s allowed to tell me, which means I also know it’s so much worse than what I’m allowed to know.”

“Fair point,” he admitted, tightening his grip on her to pull her more firmly against him. His fingers found the base of the plug and gave it a little twist, making her gasp, her pupils dilating in response. “But you should know that I’m the overprotective sort.”

“Mmm.” She wriggled against him. “I don’t mind some protectiveness as long as you don’t interfere with my job.” Pressing her lips to his, she pulled away after only a moment. “Besides, I’m the overprotective type, too. How else do you think I ended up in the job that I do?”

That made him laugh. He was going to be worried about her, but maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The couple relationships he’d tried to have had ended because his partner couldn’t handle being with someone who was both long distance and constantly in danger. He didn’t blame them, even though it had stung at the time.

Being with a soldier, any soldier, was difficult. And his team went into more dangerous situations than many. Hearing about Naomi’s job actually gave him a little more appreciation for what his girlfriends had gone through—imagining being deployed when she was putting herself in danger doing her job… Yeah, it was not a fun thing to think about.

He had a feeling he was constantly going to be thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, if she was safe, and knowing he was helpless to do anything about it if she wasn’t. So, yeah. Even though he hadn’t blamed his exes, he hadn’t fully appreciated how hard that might be, not until right now when he was on the other side of it.

Not that Naomi had agreed to be his girlfriend yet.

But she would.

Drew stopped pressing on the plug, putting his arms back around her in a way that was more cuddly than sexual. He wanted her to know that he wanted more than sex from her.

“I want to see you again.” No beating around the bush. “Maybe I could take you out to dinner tomorrow?”

Her eyebrows went up. Surely she wasn’t surprised? Or maybe she was. Scening, even sex, didn’t necessarily mean anything would happen outside the club. They hadn’t discussed it beforehand, but he hoped she felt the same connection he did.

If she didn’t, he’d work on making it so.

“Most guys make a girl wait a few days before even calling them.”

“I’m not most guys. And I’m working on a deadline.” He grinned at her, though it wasn’t actually a happy thought. But because he was on a deadline, he wanted her to know he was serious.

“I’m kind of surprised Claudia didn’t warn you away,” she commented rather than giving him an answer. Something was making her hesitate. It wasn’t the sex. It might be his job. She was already spending all her time worrying about the women she helped and Claudia. Maybe she didn’t want to add another name to that list.

Or maybe it was something else. He was determined to get to the bottom of it, but first, he needed to address the idea that he was going to let Claudia boss him around.

“Who says she didn’t?”

That made her laugh, and he felt her relax a little.

“Not too many men would dare defy her,” she said teasingly. “The fact that your whole group agreed she’s the scary one means you already know.”

“Fair enough. Though the reason we find her scary is because of what she likes to do to men’s sensitive bits. Which she would never do without consent. We’re just scared of how much she clearly enjoys it.” Even thinking about it made him want to wince.

Obviously, the submissives Claudia scened with were into it—she didn’t scene with anyone who didn’t enjoy some cock and ball torture—but he found it hard to watch. The gleeful expression she had whenever she was caging, squeezing, or electrocuting some poor bastard’s dick only added to the nightmare fuel. He’d rather face Claudia the Sniper than Claudia the Domme.

Naomi giggled, clearly having very little sympathy for his fear.

“So,” he said, turning the subject back to what he wanted. “What can I do to convince you to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

Naomi

Why was she hesitating? That was the real question.

Drew was gorgeous, funny, liked her sassy side, clearly very interested, and so far, had been really easy to talk to. She liked him. A lot. Had felt attracted to him immediately. And holy fuck had he rocked her world.

So, what was holding her back? It had better not be James. Dammit. She was not going to less one asshole ruin her dating life.

“Nothing. I want to go to dinner with you,” she said firmly.

“But you hesitated.”

“I just said yes.” She said that a little sulkily, not really liking being called out on her hesitation. Hadn’t she just given him the answer he wanted? She didn’t really want to have to explain about her ex right now.

“After hesitating.” Drew studied her expression. “If dinner is too much, too soon, then maybe we can have a phone date tomorrow night?”

The fact that he was working to accommodate her rather than getting insulted made her feel even worse. Deep down, she knew why she was hesitating. She just hadn’t wanted to face it.

“Is the Daddy thing a twenty-four-seven dynamic for you?” That was the best way she could think of to face the subject. It had been hot in the bedroom. Far hotter than she’d expected it to be. She had absolutely no objection to calling him Daddy in the bedroom. Or even in private.

But she wasn’t sure how it went, and she wouldn’t be calling him Daddy while they were out to dinner or in front of their friends and family. Well, maybe their friends. If they were in the club. Not outside of it, though.

Thankfully, he didn’t get mad. He smiled at her.

“Is that your worry?” He chuckled. “No, it’s not twenty-four-seven for me. I guess it could be if someone wanted it. I’m always going to do certain things. I can’t help it. I’ll want to take care of you, but that doesn’t mean you’ll need to call me ‘Daddy’ all the time or that I’ll even act like one.”

“I liked it more than I thought I would,” she offered as a kind of apology for not wanting to do it all the time.

“Oh, yeah?” A smug, lazy smile spread across his lips as he rolled her onto her back, wedging himself between her thighs again. She wasn’t as sensitive as she had been before, but she still whimpered when he touched parts of her still buzzing from the overstimulation.

“Yeah, Daddy.” She wound her arms around his neck. “I did.”

Heat flared in his eyes again… but the knock at the door interrupted what might very well have been the beginning of round two. Which might be the best thing for her poor pussy. She wasn’t actually sure she could orgasm again at this point—or if she’d want to even if she could.

The knock came again, and Drew groaned, pushing himself up from the bed and going over to open it.

Naomi didn’t bother pulling the sheets over herself, though she did sit up. Drew’s large frame blocked most of the doorway, but she saw enough to recognize Master Gavin, the owner of the club. A total silver fox and a divorcee, though he still scened regularly with his ex-wife at the Outlands.

“Sorry, but it’s closing time,” Master Gavin said with a chuckle that somehow emphasized his rolling Scottish brogue. All the submissives at the club went swoony over his accent. “Time to wrap things up.”

“Got it. Thank you. I lost track of time.”

“Perfectly understandable.” Master Gavin nodded and moved away, presumably to knock on the next closed door.

Closing their door again, Drew gave her a sheepish smile.

“Don’t have to go home, but we can’t stay here.”

Naomi laughed, getting to her feet. “I probably do actually have to go home. Claudia and I came together… and I’m going to need to get a good night’s sleep, so I have the energy for a dinner date tomorrow.” She winked at him, enjoying the way his eyes lit up at her words.

Coming forward, he wrapped her in his arms and claimed her lips in another kiss. She pressed her hands against his chest, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him back. He kept the kiss short, though, lifting his head to smile down at her.

“Dinner tomorrow, then. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.”

Damn, she loved a man with a plan.

“Yes, Sir, Daddy, Sir.”

The End