Chapter 17
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
R ock couldn’t take his gaze off his woman. It was so bad that he’d hoisted her onto the counter and made her sit there while he cooked breakfast. That way, he could keep her constantly in his peripheral vision while he flipped pancakes.
He’d set a box on the counter next to her, and now he nodded toward it. “Open it.” It was a cardboard box with the flaps folded over. It didn’t appear to be anything special.
She furrowed her brows. “What’s in it?”
“Things I borrowed from the supply closet at the clubhouse yesterday. I put it in the car last night while you were on your tour with the Littles.”
She eyed him suspiciously with one brow raised.
He chuckled. “Open it. Dig around.”
“Okay…” She was trembling as she popped the box open and leaned over to peer at the contents. “Oh… Little things.”
“Yep.” He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t want to influence her. She had to come to grips with how Little she was on her own.
She started pulling things out, one at a time. “Sippy cup.” She giggled. “Every one of the women…girls…Littles…last night was using one of these.”
“It’s common.” He glanced at her as he flipped the bacon.
“They had matching plates and sporks and stuff, too.”
He nodded toward the box.
She reached in and pulled out a place setting, rolling her pretty eyes.
He chuckled. “Those eyes… You know some Daddies do not let their Little girls roll their eyes.”
“Is that so?” Her face was so cute, all scrunched up and sassy. “Apparently, Kade doesn’t let Remi do so.”
“Nope. He does not.”
“I suspect Remi does it often anyway.”
“Yep.” Rock felt lighter than he had in years. This banter was fun.
“So, after observing everyone last night, I’d say it’s all a big game. There’re all these rules in place about running and sassing and touching hot surfaces, and the girls spend most of their time intentionally breaking the rules so they can get their butts spanked.”
“Basically, except it’s more than a game. It’s a lifestyle.”
“But they go to work and out in public in an adult headspace, and they reserve their age play for when they’re in the clubhouse.”
“Or their own homes,” Rock added. He pulled out the last of the bacon and poured the whipped eggs into the pan.
Lyla leaned toward him. “What do I have to do to get you to spank me?” she murmured in a sultry voice.
He nearly dropped the spatula. The eggs were done, so he turned off the burner and moved in front of her, grabbing her hips. “Baby girl, all you have to do is ask. If you like the idea of misbehaving to earn a spanking, that’s fine. But if you don’t care for that aspect, and you still want me to swat your bottom, just ask.”
She set her hands on his shoulders. “You spanked me once before. I still remember it.”
He grabbed one of her hands and brought her palm to his mouth to kiss it. “I do, too, like it was yesterday.”
“I liked it.”
“I know you did.” Fuck, she was so adorable.
She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking before she released it. “It makes sense. I mean, if someone’s under a lot of stress, it makes sense that a spanking would chase some of that away.”
“Yes. Some Littles like to be spanked until they cry. Some prefer light swats that remind them they are loved.”
“Am I?” she asked so softly he almost didn’t hear her.
He wasn’t sure what she meant for a moment, and then he knew. His heart got caught in his throat. “You are so loved, Little Lyla. I love you so much it hurts.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “It’s only been like a day.”
“It’s been forty years.”
Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath. “I love you, too.” She leaned forward and set her forehead against his. “Maybe we could skip breakfast and work on round two.”
He chuckled. Perhaps he shouldn’t have suggested they have sex four times a day. She was going to wear him out. And he was going to love every minute of it.
They’d managed to squeeze in three rounds last night before they passed out in each other’s arms, but the last thing Lyla had muttered was that they’d have to go five rounds today to make up for it.
He’d stared at her with a huge grin on his face after she’d fallen asleep. And he’d woken up to her under the covers kissing his cock. It was mid-morning now that they were finally in the kitchen.
He shook his head. “Naughty girl. First, I’m going to feed you. Then I’m going to spank you so you can stop wondering what it will feel like. Then I’ll fuck you until you scream. And then we’ll go over to the house, check on the progress, and touch base with your brother.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Jackson. I forgot he was even here.”
Rock chuckled. “I didn’t. I texted him this morning and told him we would be there by noon. He’s supervising.”
She blew out a breath. “Oh, good.” She twisted to the side, lifted the pink plastic plate from the counter, and handed it to him. “Feed me.”
Two of the sweetest words in the English language.
Rock lifted her off the counter and guided her toward the table. He pulled out a chair. “Sit. I have an idea.”
She slowly lowered her bottom to the seat, pulling the hem of his T-shirt under her.
He tipped her chin back. “Don’t move, Little girl. I’ll be right back.” He headed for the bedroom. His idea might backfire on him, but his instinct told him it wouldn’t.
When he returned, she was right where he’d left her.
Her eyes went wide when she saw what he was carrying.
Rock set the rope on the table and reached for the sides of her T-shirt. “Arms up.”
Her breath hitched as she let him pull the shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but cute bikini panties. Fuck, she was smoking hot. Every inch of her. She did not look fifty-six. Time had been kind to her.
Rock grabbed the rope and rounded behind her. “Reach your arms behind the chair, Little Lyla.”
She did as he instructed, twisting her neck to look. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you think I’m going to do?”
She sighed and sat still while he carefully restrained one wrist and then the other, wrapping the rope up her arms. They couldn’t come together, of course, but restraining her up to her elbows forced her to sit taller and thrust her chest forward.
Rock came to her front next and grabbed one end of the rope to trap her ankle on the outside of the chair leg. He used the other end of the rope to secure her other ankle.
She was panting when he finished. “Rock…”
He sat in a chair next to hers and dragged her chair so that they were knees to knees. “Is the rope too tight anywhere, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir,” she whimpered.
Fuck me . The way she said Sir …
Rock cupped her breasts gently and flicked his thumbs over her nipples.
She moaned and tipped her head back.
“My girl likes a bit of bondage.”
“I don’t think that was ever in question,” she responded.
He headed for the stove and dished up eggs, bacon, and pancakes, putting hers on the pink plastic plate. He filled the sippy cup with apple juice.
She was panting harder when he returned. “Are you going to feed me?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I’m going to feed you.”
“When I said feed me , I didn’t mean it literally.”
He chuckled. “You’ll be more careful with your word choice next time, then.”
She squirmed. “Rock…”
He set her plate down and stroked a finger over the soaked gusset of her panties, making her moan again.
“Rock!”
“I think I like having you tied down.” He held the sippy cup up to her lips. “Take a drink, Little Lyla.”
She twisted her head to one side and pursed her lips.
He chuckled. “Do you have any idea how Little you’re being right now?”
She narrowed her gaze and glared at him. It wasn’t in earnest, though. She was clearly fighting a grin.
He lifted her rubber spork and scooped up a bite of eggs. “Eating meals is a hard rule for Little girls. You’ll eat until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough. Then I’ll untie you and spank your bottom until it’s bright red. I want you to remember it for several hours.”
Her cheeks turned pink.
He leaned closer to her. “Yes, Daddy.”
She licked her pretty lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His heart soared. He might be using a bit of coercion to get her to play along, but he suspected submitting to him wasn’t something she was opposed to. She was just out of practice and needed some encouragement.
He lifted the bite to her lips, and his cock grew hard enough to bulge out of the top of his shorts when she opened for him and accepted the bite.
He stroked a finger under her chin. “Such a good girl.” This time, when he offered her a drink from the sippy cup, she accepted it.
In between feeding her bites, he ate everything on his plate.
Lyla managed to eat a good amount of food, considering the fact that she was so horny she couldn’t sit still. Rock loved every whimper and moan, every time she arched her chest or contracted her thighs. He loved how she lost her mind when he stroked her clit through the cotton of her panties or pinched her nipples.
“Are you full, Little Lyla?” he asked when he thought she’d had enough.
She nodded. “Yes…Daddy.”
The word wasn’t coming naturally to her yet, but it was still musical.
He left her sitting there while he cleaned the kitchen and wiped her face. He wanted her to simmer for a bit, think about how it felt to be restrained and at his mercy.
“Ready for your spanking, Baby girl?” he asked as he squatted down to untie her legs.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes were glazed with lust. She kept licking her lips. She wasn’t arguing with him anymore.
Rock circled behind her to release her arms next, but as soon as she was free, he instructed, “Stand. Hands behind your back.”
She obeyed him like the Little angel she was, and he retied her wrists at the small of her back before guiding her into the bedroom. He lifted her off her feet and set her on her knees.
Her lips were parted. “Daddy…”
He grabbed two pillows and set them in front of her. “I’m going to lower you over the pillows so that your bottom is in the air and your hands are trapped.”
She whimpered as he helped her get into the position.
“Turn your face this way so I can see your expression at all times.”
She did as she was told.
He stroked her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m going to spank you because it will feel good, not because you’re in trouble. Afterward, I’m going to stroke your pussy until you come.”
She shuddered and finally smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckled. That part she was into. He eased her panties down her legs. “Spread your knees wide, Little Lyla. I want to see your pussy glistening the entire time.”
When she parted her thighs, he swatted her bottom hard. “More, naughty girl.”
She cried out and spread them farther.
“That’s better.” The position was obscene and so fucking sexy. Her pussy was dripping from their foreplay at breakfast.
Rock rubbed her bottom where he’d just swatted it. “Does it sting?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want more, though, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m going to start slowly, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I want you to really let go of your stress. Everything feels like it’s upside down in your life, and I get that. But I want you to learn to trust me to know what you need and take care of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you like being tied to the chair while I fed you, Little Lyla?” He rubbed her bottom and the backs of her thighs, letting his fingers come precariously close to her pussy over and over.
She lifted her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“It felt good to give up that control, didn’t it?” He tapped her pussy.
She arched her body, lifting her head higher. Her voice was high-pitched when she cried out, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He waited for her to rest her cheek back on the mattress and then lifted his palm to swat her fantastic bottom.
She moaned at the first contact.
His cock was harder than ever as he spanked her pretty bottom again, watching her reaction and nearly groaning at how deeply she was submitting to him. Instead of tensing like most people would for their first spanking, she relaxed into the pillows.
This wasn’t exactly her first spanking, but it had been a fucking long time. She shouldn’t remember it so well. But that wasn’t what she needed to remember. What Lyla knew in her soul that hadn’t ever left her was that she trusted Rock. It was evident in everything she did. She trusted him, and it humbled him to the core.
He continued to spank her until her bottom was hot and red. Instead of fighting him, she was totally into it, lifting her bottom to ask for more. When she started to close her thighs once, he swatted the insides of her legs.
She didn’t do that again.
He waited for a deep shudder to wrack her body before he stopped.
She was panting, and her eyes were glazed. “Daddy…”
He set one hand on top of hers at the small of her back and reached between her thighs with the other.
She screamed when he stroked through her folds. Fuck, he loved that sound.
“That’s my girl.” He pushed two fingers into her, still stunned by how tight she was. “Come on Daddy’s fingers.”
That was all it took. She was so close to orgasm from the spanking alone that she cried out and arched her head off the bed as her entire body shook with her release.
While he continued to thrust in and out of her through the waves of her orgasm, he tugged the ends of the rope to free her hands. Finally, he climbed up between her legs, lifted her bottom into the air, and lined his cock up with her entrance. “Do you want Daddy’s cock, Little Lyla?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy.” She rose onto her elbows.
He grabbed her hips and thrust in to the hilt.
Lyla keened, the sound animalistic as it vibrated through the house. It was enough to bring him right to the edge. He came after only a few strokes. It wasn’t difficult to believe after nearly an hour of foreplay. His cock had been hard from the moment he’d tied her to the kitchen chair.
When they were both spent, he eased their connected bodies to one side and spooned her with his erection still firmly inside her warmth. He stroked her everywhere. “I love you, Lyla.”
“I love you, too, Rock.”
He closed his eyes and luxuriated in this new life development. Heaven. It was the only word he could come up with. He could spend days or weeks or months kicking himself for all the time they’d lost because of his stupidity, but it wouldn’t change anything. They had a lot of years left, and he intended to spend them with his girl. Every minute of every hour of every day.
She was a precious gift. He’d been given a second chance. He would not squander it. Live life to the fullest. He held her close, and she gripped his hand between her breasts.
“So, maybe I’m a tiny bit Little,” she murmured.
He chuckled, shaking both of them. “Just a bit.” He kissed her shoulder. “Now, we need a shower so we don’t smell like sex when we go meet your brother.”
She groaned and gripped his hand tighter as if she could keep him from moving. “I’m comfy.”
“Sassy girl. You’re already mastering the whiny aspect of age play.”
She giggled. “I’m not sure I can embrace all of it, but I bet I can role-play often when we’re alone. Will that be enough for you?”
“There is nothing you can do that won’t be enough for me, Little Lyla. You’re my heart. You don’t have to be Little at all to please me.” He hadn’t believed that was possible two days ago. In fact, he’d told her being a Daddy was in his soul. And maybe it was, but his feelings for her were so much bigger. He’d hang the moon for her. He’d also give her exactly what she needed from age play or any other kink. And he’d do so with all the love in the world filling his heart.