Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10), Laylah Roberts [tohfa e dulha read online .txt] 📗

Don’t like having to ask permission, do you? But that’s what a good little girl does.” He gently removed her hand. “As good as that feels, I don’t want to come from a hand job right now.”

Well, she wasn’t sure she’d been going to go that far.

Weren’t you?

She rather liked the idea of bringing him to pleasure. Of having him at her mercy. Oh. Maybe that was why he didn’t want her touching him without permission.

This would take some getting used to.

“I know I can be strict,” he told her. “But I think you need it. You said it yourself that you pushed boundaries with Rex to get a reaction. And didn’t receive the reaction you wanted. I can promise you, push boundaries with me and you will end up with a hot ass.”

She shivered.

“Yeah. You need firm lines and consequences. You also need cuddles and kisses and affection. To know that you’re cared for. Precious. I’m going to give you all of that, Georgie-girl. My girl.”

He removed his thumb from her mouth and she immediately missed it. “Come on, time for a shower.”

She stiffened. She didn’t want to see the pity on his face when he saw her scar. Didn’t want him to think any differently of her.

“I promise I won’t see you any differently,” he told her.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“I just saw it on your face.”

Darn it. What happened to her excellent poker face?

Ed happened.

“After our shower, we’ll have breakfast. Then we’ll go through rules and expectations. And after that, maybe we can play.”

Could she do that? In front of him?

“Don’t worry, my girl. Daddy is here to help you through all of this.”

26

Climbing out of bed, he quickly stripped off his pajama pants. She sat there, almost frozen. The blankets were tucked up under her arms, covering her.

Her gaze widened as she took him in. He resisted the urge to puff up his chest like a proud rooster, to parade around in front of her, stalk around her and lay down his claim.

If he could have tattooed her with Property of Daddy then he likely would have.

Calm down, you psycho.

“Like what you see, my girl?” He crossed his arms over his chest. Yeah, it made his pecs look even bigger. So he wanted to show off for his girl? Was there anything really wrong with that? All those hours in the gym had given him a large, sculpted body.

The better to hold her, protect her.

And he was going to make sure she knew that. That was what he was put on this Earth for.

To take care of his girl.

She swallowed. “You’re beautiful. And huge.”

He reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, running his hand up and down it. “Thanks, baby.”

Her eyes widened. “That wasn’t what I meant. But yeah, that too. That thing is huge.”

“Hmm, not sure he likes being called a thing. He’ll accept cock, dick, shaft, and gigantic pleasure stick, but that’s it.”

“Gigantic pleasure stick, really?” She gaped at him, but some of the tension had left her. Which had been his intention.

“I’ll forgive you for being skeptical, since you’ve yet to take a ride on the gigantic pleasure stick, bringer of amazing orgasms. That will come later.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Well, no one could ever accuse you of having low self-esteem.”

“Show me,” he commanded calmly.

She flinched. “It’s ugly.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly.

“Yes, it is. You haven’t seen it.”

“Doesn’t matter, I know it’s not ugly.”

“How?”

“Because it’s a part of you. And nothing about you could be ugly.”

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek and breaking his heart. Slowly, he moved closer, not wanting to startle her. Reaching out, he cupped the side of her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lip. Suddenly, she bit the digit.

Then she gasped in a breath, staring up at him wide-eyed. Inwardly, he was amused. But he forced a stern look onto his face. “What was that? Did you just bite Daddy?”

“Nope.”

He raised his eyebrows, both at the reply and the younger quality to her voice. “Nope? You sure about that?”

“Wasn’t me, Daddy. Did you bite your own thumb?”

“Pretty sure that would be impossible, since it’s nowhere near my mouth. Are you lying to me, my girl?”

She shook her head, eyes wide. “I wouldn’t, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

“Of course you’re a good girl.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“But even good girls do naughty things. Stand up and turn around.”

Her eyes were wide but she slowly climbed out of the bed. She kept her hands over her stomach, covering the scar there. But he took the rest of her in as quickly as he could. He noticed some thin scars on her breasts but she turned before he could really study her.

“That’s a good girl. Now, bend over and touch your toes.”

“Ed,” she said nervously.

“What do you call me?”

“Daddy.”

Fuck. Was it really possible for him to get harder? Apparently, it was.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red.” He watched her relax slightly.

“You feel scared, in pain, you need to stop and talk, then you say red, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, Daddy,” he told her.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Do you need to say your safeword?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then bend over and present your bottom to me.”

She bent right over.

“Spread those legs. Fuck, you have the most delicious ass. Surprisingly plump for your frame. Just perfect for spanking or fucking.”

She let out a small whimper and he grinned. Damn, this was fun. He ran his thumb down between her ass cheeks. She tightened.

“Relax,” he commanded. He should probably wait until after they’d gone through limits and expectations. But damned if he could stop himself. Besides, she’d bit his thumb. In return, he was going to do a bit of exploring. “Do you trust me?”

“More than I’ve ever trusted anyone,” she replied in a whisper.

Fuck. That was like a punch to the gut. But the good kind. The sort that made you go all warm inside.

“I’ll never make you regret that, my girl.”

“Don’t. Please, don’t. Because I don’t trust easily and if you break me,