Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
L yla couldn’t believe she’d just said that. She couldn’t believe anything about this surreal night. She especially couldn’t believe Rock seemed interested in her as more than just his friend’s kid sister.
She had no idea when she might ever get a chance to experience something like this again. Perhaps never. So she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
She’d had no idea Rock was such a kinky guy. Spanking? And why did the idea of him swatting her bottom make her panties wet?
Rock looked a bit stunned by her request, and she feared he might turn her down or tell her she’d misunderstood. Instead, he finally nodded. “If that’s what you want, Baby girl,” he said in a soft voice.
She nodded, and before she could lose her nerve, she asked, “Will you have sex with me, too?”
Rock’s eyes shot wider than she’d ever seen them, and she wished she could take the question back. He doesn’t see you that way, you dimwit .
Embarrassed beyond belief, she shoved at him to get off his lap. She needed to get out of here. She was mortified.
His grip tightened on her, and he held her fast. “Little girl, stop squirming around. Every time you move, your thigh rubs against my cock.”
She gasped and attempted to twist away again. But wait… If she was affecting him that way…
Rock wrapped his arms all the way around her slim body and held her closer. “Don’t panic,” he whispered. “I’m not rejecting you. I’m just shocked. Give me a second to process what you just asked me.”
She was breathing heavily as she stared down at his chest. This was the first time she’d seen him without a shirt on, and he was ripped. Plus, he had more tattoos than she’d known about. She knew he’d gotten several of them in the past two years since she’d met him.
“Forget I said anything,” she pleaded.
He chuckled, which vibrated her entire body. “No man alive could possibly forget a woman asking him to have sex, Baby girl.”
“You probably think I’m just some kid, your friend’s little sister. A nuisance. You’re just being nice to me because…” She lifted her gaze. “Why are you being nice to me?”
He set a finger under her chin and held her gaze. “Little Lyla, I have never for a second seen you as a nuisance, a kid, or anyone’s sister. From the moment I met you, I’ve been adjusting my cock.”
Her jaw fell open. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You were too young, Baby girl. Your parents barely tolerate a guy like me as a friend of their son’s. They would’ve had me arrested if I’d approached you.”
“Oh.” He had a point. She’d never thought about that before. She’d always just wondered why he seemed to follow her around the room with his gaze and why he went out of his way to be so nice to her. Finally, she gave him a coy smile. “I’m eighteen now.”
He groaned. “Don’t I know it.” His hands slid to her lower back. “I’m equally certain I’m probably an ass for bringing you here and even considering introducing you to my world.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, but she wanted to know. “What world is that?”
“I’m a dominant, Lyla. I doubt you even know what that means.”
She shot him a glare. “I’m a smart gal. I know what a dominant is. You mean you like to tie women up, blindfold them, and flog them. Stuff like that?” The idea made her nipples harder than they’d already been. Sheesh.
He swallowed hard. “Lord, you do know more than I gave you credit for. But no. I’m not that kind of dominant. I’m a Daddy Dom.”
She furrowed her brow. “What’s a Daddy Dom?”
“A man who likes to nurture and protect his Little girl. Someone who likes her to submit to his rules and guidelines to keep her safe and happy.”
She tried to process his words. She’d never read anything about Daddy Doms. Now she wished she could put a pause on this conversation, freeze the world, and check out ten books from the library about the subject, if such books even existed. But that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, she was going to have to ask questions.
She inhaled slowly. “What kinds of rules?”
“Things like not going out alone at night, not using knives without supervision, not running in the house, not cussing or talking back to Daddy. Things that keep a Little girl safe mostly.”
She squirmed on his lap. Her panties were soaked by his tone and his serious manner. “How does not cussing keep me safe?”
He grinned. “It would keep your bottom from hurting when you sit down.”
She squeezed her legs together at another mention of spanking her. She needed more information. “Are there other people like that? Other Daddy Doms?”
“More than you can imagine. The Shadowridge Guardians MC has many members who practice some form of ageplay for example.”
“Ageplay…”
“That’s what we call relationships comprised of a Daddy and a Little girl.” He patted her back. “And again, let me stress, the term Little girl or Baby girl refers to an adult woman who enters into a relationship with a Daddy Dom with full consent and knowledge.”
Lyla nodded slowly. It was a lot to absorb. She shifted back to his original pronouncement about being a Dominant. “So you don’t want to tie me up and blindfold me?”
He chuckled. “If that was something you craved, I could certainly do so. Lots of people enjoy some form of restraint when they have sex. They like feeling as though they don’t have control over their own pleasure.”
Lyla flinched when he tipped his head back and groaned. “How the hell did we get into this deep discussion? You’re so green and, fuck, probably a virgin.”
“Is that a problem?”
He dropped his forehead to hers. “No. Jesus, Lyla, no. Not a problem. It’s a fact , and I’m not sure it would be fair of me to take your virginity in the middle of the night while you’re so emotional and I’ve just dropped a few dozen bombs on your lap about my sexual preferences.”
She sat up straighter. “But that’s my decision.” Time to fill him in on a few other facts . “I’ve lusted over you for two years. I’ve spent countless hours wondering what it would be like to have sex with you. You’re going to leave town for your internship in a few days, and I’m going away to college this fall. I want my first time to be with you . Please don’t make me beg.”
He stared at her for several seconds before smoothing his giant hands up her back and back down to cup her butt over the T-shirt. “Okay, Baby girl. Let’s start with the spanking and see how you feel afterward.”
He lifted her off his lap and stood her in front of him. “Turn around and kneel in front of me, Baby girl. I want to pull these pins out of your hair. That hairdo can’t possibly be comfortable anymore.”
He was right. Her head was starting to throb. The thought of him taking it all down made her nipples stiffen again. She crossed her arms to hide the reaction, even though he surely couldn’t see her tight buds through her lace bra and the loose black T-shirt.
If she kneeled in front of him and let him play with her hair, she would end up moaning so loudly she’d embarrass herself. The visualization nearly made her orgasm.
“I can do it,” she whispered as she lifted her hands to the curls. She would need a mirror and probably half an hour, to be honest.
Rock wrapped his hands around her wrists and gently lowered them to her sides. “It’s the kind of thing Daddies like to do. Fix their Little girl’s hair. Comb it. Wash it. Braid it.”
She swallowed. This was the oddest conversation she’d ever had in her life, and she was so intrigued she wanted to shout: Yes, please. Do all those things . “Okay,” she whispered.
He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Okay, Daddy,” he corrected.
She shuddered. A full-body shudder that left her knees weak and her body heated. “Okay, Daddy,” she responded.
He gave her the brightest smile she’d ever seen. “I love the sound of that, Baby girl. Now turn around and let Daddy take your hair down.”
She did as she was told, grateful when he dropped a throw pillow onto the floor between his feet. He spread his knees and helped her kneel in front of him, letting his knees slide under her arms.
“How many of these pins are there, Little Lyla?” he teased as he started deftly pulling them out.
She giggled. “I don’t know. A million?”
His deep chuckle rumbled against her where his knees gripped her sides. He was so careful pulling each pin out that he never once made her wince.
“You’re good at that,” she murmured as she let her eyes slide closed so she could enjoy the feel of his hands in her hair.
Eventually, he had them all out, and he carefully finger-combed her hair down around her shoulders. “You weren’t kidding about the shellac, Little girl. This hair was nearly glued in place.”
“Maybe you could wash it for me after you ravage me,” she suggested, uncertain who had taken over her body and turned her into a sex-starved nymph.
His responding groan pleased her immensely as he helped her to her feet. “One thing at a time, Baby girl. You’re killing me.”
She grinned as she stepped between his legs, leaned against him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please don’t die on me. I have a list of experiences I’d like to check off before the sun comes up.”
Standing like this between his legs put their faces at nearly the same level, and Rock looked like he was going to devour her for a few seconds before he grabbed the back of her head and did exactly that.
His lips landed on hers with more passion than she’d ever imagined. He didn’t just kiss her; he consumed her. He destroyed her. With a kiss.
He angled her head how he wanted it seconds later, licked along the seam of her lips to demand entrance, and slid his tongue in to dance with hers.
Moans filled the room, and she had no idea which of them they were coming from. Probably both. Her knees grew weak, but when she started to buckle, he tucked a hand under her butt and held her up.
Time stood still while she enjoyed every moment of this kiss. For a fleeting moment, she remembered those stupid boys discussing her earlier in the evening, and she smirked inside, knowing none of them would ever have been able to kiss her like this.
When Rock finally broke free, he didn’t go far. He continued to hold her close, panting and staring into her eyes with pure lust. “Jesus, Little Lyla.”
A flush crawled up her cheeks. “Did I do it right?” He certainly had, but she had no idea if she measured up.
“Do it right?” His voice rose. “If you’d done it any more right , I would have come in my jeans. Was that your first kiss, Baby girl?”
She nodded, embarrassed to admit her total inexperience.
He moaned and kissed her again, briefly this time. “I’m going to steal all your firsts tonight. You ready for that, Baby girl?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” It surprised her how easily the word slid from her tongue. Half an hour ago she’d never considered calling a lover Daddy , and here she was using it flippantly like it was totally normal.
The steamy look in his eyes told her he loved it.