Chapter 17
Coco and Muffin sat on the porch waiting for Roman’s car to pull into the driveway.
He’d spent the day at Frank Wilson’s trial.
Roman had testified about the bad things Frank had done—bringing a gun to the mall, taking an employee hostage, causing mass hysteria, etc.
He also detailed how his former manager had failed to relay the situation and share that Frank had requested to meet with Roman on multiple occasions.
While Coco assured Roman over and over that he wasn’t responsible for Frank’s actions, she suspected her Daddy regretted not having the chance to address Frank’s predicament. When he stepped out of the vehicle, he smiled at her. Instantly, she was relieved. Had everything gone that well?
“What happened, Daddy?” she asked.
“Let’s go inside and talk. I’ll tell you all about it,” Roman suggested.
Picking up Muffin, she allowed him to guide her into the house. She took a seat on the couch, turning sidewise so she could see him when he joined her. Roman sat close. He leaned in to cup her face and kiss her gently.
“Hi, Little girl. I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too. Tell me what happened.”
“Straight to the juicy news, huh?” he asked and cuddled Muffin who stumbled across Coco’s lap to say hello to Roman.
“Please?” she wheedled.
“Of course. It wasn’t fun. I’m glad you weren’t there. The defense tried to twist my words at all turns. Thankfully, I’d practiced staying on message.”
“They bullied you! That’s not right.” Coco sent mean thoughts to the unpleasant lawyer.
“She did her job. I sent her originally to visit him in jail. Even though we know each other, if she could make me into the villain that would help her client,” Roman explained.
“She could have been nice about it.”
“She could have. Actually, that might have worked better to distract me,” Roman said with a laugh. “Anyway, it went fine. I testified to all the bad things Frank had done and the challenges that preceded the incident. None of it really matters.”
“Why’s that Daddy?”
“He’s missing the love of his life and his livelihood. He didn’t look like he had anything to look forward to. It made me think about how lucky I am to come home to you,” Roman told her.
A thought popped into her mind. Coco narrowed her gaze and asked, “You’re going to make me go back to see Dr. Richards again, aren’t you? To make sure I’m healthy.”
“I was going to do that already, sweetheart. You’ll have regular visits to make sure you feel well.”
Coco rolled her eyes. A little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she did feel better. She also liked Dr. Richards. Not just because he was such a good Daddy to Zoey, but because he was the first doctor she’d met in a long time that actually seemed to care about her.
“Now. There’s something I need to make up for my long day,” he told her.
“What’s that? S’mores for dinner? That would cheer me up.”
“Something even better.”
“Daddy? There’s something better than s’mores?” Coco had a hard time believing that.
“Go tuck Muffin in her safe house.”
Puzzled, Coco let him boost her up to her feet.
She corralled Muffin who definitely didn’t want to go nap now that Roman was home to play with her.
When the puppy protested with whimpers, she shared, “I don’t know, Muffin.
Daddy usually has good ideas. I’ll come rescue you as fast as I can. Take a nap.”
A whisper of movement sounded behind Coco, capturing her attention. She looked over her shoulder to see Roman toss his shirt away. Her gaze traced his chiseled body. She’d never tire of that view.
When he unfastened his belt and pulled the leather strip through the loops of his dress pants, Coco shivered without knowing why she’d reacted that way. That whoosh sound registered on her as he put his hands on his hips.
“Little girl, would you like to explain why your car traveled to the opposite side of town today, but supposedly you were at work?”
“I know you said no more pet outfits, but someone advertised a bunch of dog clothes they were just giving away—including a quilted coat.”
“So instead of telling me, which would get you in trouble for adding to the already three boxes you’ve ordered, you decided to drive by yourself to the rough part of town and sneak them in?”
“I didn’t sneak them in,” she protested.
His forehead wrinkled with concern. “Why?”
“When I got there, a police officer had the guy handcuffed in the squad car,” she said, without thinking what she revealed.
Roman’s expression hardened. She watched him wrap the buckle end around his hand and slap the fine leather on his palm. A shiver of apprehension ran down her spine.
“How did you know it was the man you were there to talk to?”
“I didn’t know until I walked up to the door.”
“You got to a dangerous neighborhood alone. Parked. Walked to an active crime scene. And only turned around when the police told you they’d arrested the guy you were there to buy something from?”
“Maybe?” she squeaked. It really sounded bad the way he put it. “I was safe. Nothing happened.”
“Because the police had caught him first, perhaps?”
Coco scuffed her toes on the flooring. “I didn’t make good decisions.”
“That might be the understatement of the decade, Little girl. My plan was to spank your bottom, but you’ve earned something more memorable.”
“Are you going to spank me with that?” she asked and gestured to the belt in his hands.
“Let’s go to your nursery, Little girl.”
Coco swallowed hard and plodded down the hallway. The delay wouldn’t save her bottom, but she wouldn’t rush. She got halfway down there when an idea popped into her mind. Coco dashed the rest of the way to the room and locked the door handle.
Pressing her ear to the wooden barrier, Coco strained to hear his reaction. The whisper of his steady pace on the carpet never quickened. Roman reached the door and tried to turn the knob. A metallic scraping sound followed, and the door slowly opened.
“You are not making good decisions, Little girl.” Roman held out his free hand to her.
Dropping her gaze to the carpet, Coco placed her palm on his. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Come talk to me, Little girl.”
Roman drew her over to the rocking chair and sat down. He tugged Coco between his thighs and cupped her face. “Look at me, Coco.”
Reluctantly, she raised her gaze to meet his and blurted, “I don’t know why I ran.”
“Could it be that you were testing me? Or yourself?”
Coco froze as she considered his questions. She loved her Daddy with all her heart. She didn’t have any doubts about that. “It’s that voice in the back of my head. It gets me in trouble.”
He nodded and asked, “How?”
“Like the dog clothes thing. An ad popped up on my social media feed. Before I knew it, I was in my car and headed that way.”
“You didn’t think Daddy wouldn’t like this?”
She slumped slightly as she looked away and nodded. She’d known immediately that Roman would tell her not to go. “I wanted to make my own decision.”
“Eyes on me, Little girl.” He waited until she dragged her gaze back to him. “You wanted to go to the bad part of town alone?”
Several seconds passed, and she admitted, “No.”
“But you went because you miss deciding everything by yourself?”
Coco focused on a nubby spot on her sweater and shrugged. “I used to make lots of decisions.”
“Have you changed your mind about being a Little girl, Coco?”
“Oh, no, Daddy!” burst from her lips. She didn’t want him to think that. “I love being your Little. I love you.”
“That makes me very happy, Coco, because I love you and treasure our time together as Daddy and Little.”
“Could I make some decisions for us? Not big ones. Just like.…” She struggled to find an example to share.
“Like what to watch on TV. Wait, I already do that. Okay, how about what I want for dinner?” His texts to her during the day popped into her mind.
He often suggested a couple of main courses and let her choose which one she felt like eating.
“That’s not a good one,” she corrected herself.
“I can’t think of a good example.” Coco finally conceded.
“Change is hard, Little girl. Think how many things in your life are different in the last couple of months. You finished school. Started a new job. Found a Daddy. Moved. And finally, submitted completely to another person.”
“All of those are incredible changes,” she protested.
“I agree. Processing each one takes time. It makes sense that you’d rebel.”
His reasonable tone helped her relax a bit. “Does that mean you’re not going to spank me with that?” she asked, pointing at the belt he still held in his hand.
“Oh, no. I’m going to address your behavior. You locked Daddy out of the nursery after putting your life in danger and willfully concealing your actions.”
“That sounds bad when you put it together like that,” she admitted. “But I learned my lesson. That means something, right?”
“It does. Hopefully, you’ll think several times before choosing this path again.”
One thing bothered her. “Can I ask something? How are you tracking my car?”
“When I put you on my insurance, they required a device on your car that would help the police locate your vehicle if someone stole it. It also pops up on my phone when you’re on the move.
I could disable it, but I like knowing where you are in case you run into a problem.
Do you want me to remove it from my notifications? ”
She took a few seconds to think about it before answering. He didn’t rush her at all. While her first impulse was the tracker needed to go, Coco decided if she was bleeding in the car somewhere, she’d want her Daddy to know where to find her. “No. Don’t take it off. I might need you someday.”
“Thank you, Little girl. If you change your mind, we can talk about it again. Now, let’s deal with your behavior.”
“I’ll be good,” she promised.
“You will make poor decisions in the future, sweetheart. It’s what Little girls do. I love you very much, Coco. You enchant me. As soon as you have a very hot bottom, I plan to ravish you.”
Instantly, a thrill zinged through her. Her dread got pushed to the side to make way for arousal and pleasure. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Coco hooked her fingers under the waistband of her scrubs and underwear, thrusting them down to her ankles. “I’m ready. Spank me, Daddy.”
With a chuckle, he helped her settle over his hard thighs. “So eager to get spanked with a belt. I’ll have to use this again in the future.”
She’d never forget the movement of the air and the sound of the leather creaking as he lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on her bottom. “Ouch!” she said, wiggling to get away. She’d thought his hand hurt. This was way worse.
Roman held her securely in place as he whipped the belt up and landed it quickly on her skin. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“Eight more,” he told her and slapped the leather down.
Her bottom was already on fire. Seven more? Tears dropped to the floor under her face. “I’m never going to listen to that voice inside me!”
“Listening to a warning is good, sweetheart. Doing something you know is bad will earn you time over my lap,” Roman lectured as he delivered three more spanks.
The last four blurred together in her mind as he thankfully placed them quickly. Roman gathered her into his arms so she straddled his thighs, taking her weight off her bottom. Rocking her slowly, he whispered, “You’re okay, Coco. Daddy’s got you.”
“I should never have gone for those clothes. Muffin has plenty.”
“She does. If she needs a coat, we’ll get her one from a store. Together.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She wound her arms around his neck and pressed kisses across his bare chest.
“Do you promise to avoid dangerous situations in the future, Little girl?”
“I do. Can I have my reward now, Daddy?”
“Arms up.” Roman lifted the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. He quickly removed her bra as well. “What a pretty Little girl I have.”
Roman leaned her back and feasted on her breasts. His eager caresses combined with the ache from her punished bottom fueled Coco’s arousal. She explored his powerful chest with her hands, enjoying the muscular playground he provided.
Daringly, she trailed her fingers down his abdomen and ran her fingers over his steel-hard cock encased behind his zipper.
When he didn’t pause or comment, she flipped the button at the top of his fly open and dragged the zipper down carefully.
His cotton-covered shaft burst through the opening, inviting further exploration.
“Little girl.”
Coco lifted her hands, afraid she’d done something wrong.
“Help Daddy with his pants.”
Eagerly, Coco assisted Roman as he pushed his pants over his hips. The material rubbed against her red bottom as she squirmed against his throbbing shaft. Two different aches blended to excite her. Coco didn’t think she’d ever been so wet.
“I need you now, Coco.”
He boosted her into the air and ordered, “Fit me at your opening.”’
She didn’t think she’d ever moved so fast. “Now, Daddy. Take me now.”
Roman lowered her onto his cock. He filled her completely. Coco bounced experimentally, drawing a groan from her Daddy’s lips. “Sweetheart, you feel like heaven wrapped around me. Let’s see how you like rocking in this position.”
He moved the rocker gently, shifting his erection inside her as they moved. Coco gasped when he moved forward. Her whipped bottom rubbed firmly against his pants gathered at his thighs. He’d done that deliberately, Coco decided as she moaned her appreciation of his creativity.
Wrapped in his arms with Roman thrusting in and out of her body, Coco savored every second.
The sensations swirled around her until she couldn’t think of anything but pleasure and him.
He ran a hand down her back and squeezed her bottom.
That last boost of stinging launched a massive orgasm that shook her body. Coco clung to Roman for stability.
“That’s my good girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Coco smiled against his chest, confident that Roman would protect and cherish her forever. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, sweet Little girl. Hold on. Daddy needs to come buried deep in your heat.”
When he filled her many delicious moments later with a loud roar, Coco heard a faint cry. “You woke up, Muffin, Daddy.”
“Muffin will be okay for a few minutes. Daddy needs to hold you.”
“She’ll be fine,” Coco rushed to assure him. Muffin was safe. Coco needed to treasure this moment with her Daddy. She settled against his hard form and felt at peace. This was the perfect life she hadn’t ever expected to find. She planned to enjoy every moment.