Page 26 of Teaching His Babygirl

She looks at me like I’m crazy. Melinda is an avid reader. She’s always got a book with her, and I don’t think I’ve seen her with the same book twice.

“Don’t read? I don’t think I understand those words put together like that,” she says with shock.

It’s my turn to blush because one of the main reasons I haven’t read in a while is because I’ve spent my nights wrapped up around the hunky principal. “I spend a lot of time in my studio.”

She nods, “I can understand that. It can be hard to ignore the call of your art. I feel that with my music.” The bell rings, and Melinda jumps. “I’ve gotta run!”

“Okay, me too. We should do lunch soon.”

“Sounds good.”

* * *

The school daypasses in a flash, and now I’m standing in front of my closet dressed only in my robe, trying to get ready for my date with the super sexy principal.

Colt will be here to get me any minute, and I’m still trying to figure out what to wear. I have no idea where we are going. I pull out my little black dress considering it again. I lay it on the bed beside my lavender dress that borders on looking like one of my club dresses. I also pull out one of the two pairs of jeans I own that I very rarely wear, preferring my skirts and dresses.

The knock at my door has me jumping to attention. I tighten my robe and chew my bottom lip. I answer the door and am instantly glad that I didn’t pick my outfit since, once again, Colt is wearing a pair of dark jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. My pussy clenches at the sight of him standing there looking stern and sexy.

“I’m sorry,” I say instantly, feeling guilty for not being ready to go. “I couldn’t decide what to wear.” I lock my fingers together in front of me and look at my bare toes.

He strides right into my apartment and wraps me up in his arms, kissing me. All of my nerves leave me, and I’m lost in a wave of desire. I realize that no matter what outfit I pick, he will love it because he isn’t here for my clothes. For some reason, this sexy as sin man finds me utterly attractive and doesn’t care what I’m wearing.

“How about I help?” he asks after he pulls away from my lips.

I nod breathlessly and lead him back to my bedroom, where the three outfits are displayed on my bed. I stand to the side, chewing my bottom lip. He approaches me and uses his thumb to pull my lip from my teeth. “Only I get to bite this sexy little lip of yours,” he says, leaning in and kissing the abused flesh.

“Okay, daddy,” I breathe.

“Now, let’s find something for you to wear.”

He looks at each outfit, giving it serious consideration. He looks at me after examining each option. He quickly discards the jeans as an option. “The purple,” he declares after a minute.

I give him a sideways look, curious as to why he chose that one. “Why the purple and not the sexy little black dress?”

He picks up the dress and walks towards me. “Drop the robe, babygirl.”

I instantly do what he says, dropping the robe and standing in front of him in nothing but white lace. “That’s why,” he says with a smile.

“I-”

“Because tonight, you’re my babygirl, and the fact that you picked this dress as an option shows that is where your mindset is right now,” he says, interrupting me.

He helps me put on the pretty purple dress, then kisses the tip of my nose. “If you didn’t want me to be in full-on daddy mode tonight, you would’ve put on that sexy black dress and not thought twice about it.”

I consider his words and realize he’s right. I do want him to be my daddy tonight. I want him to take control. I want to relax and be little me without a worry in the world. I want that freedom more than anything. I smile a broad smile and jump into his arms, letting myself enjoy the freedom of spontaneity. He laughs and catches me.

“Thank you, daddy.”

He holds me close to him and lightly rubs my back, then squeezes my bottom, causing me to moan at the tease. He could turn that into phenomenal sex or a naughty spanking, then phenomenal sex. But he doesn’t; he just holds me to him, letting me enjoy the moment.

“Anything for you, beauty. I’ll always give you what you need.”

After I slip on my ballet flats, I’m ready to go. Colt leads me out to his car and helps me inside. He buckles me up and kisses my cheek before walking around to the driver’s side. The restaurant he takes me to is nice. A lot nicer than I usually would pick. One of those places where I never know what to order. After we are seated—Colt opts to sit beside me in the booth instead of across from me like is normal—I look at the menu, and for the second time of the night, I feel overwhelmed.

Colt pulls the menu from my hands and sets it in front of him. He leans in close and whispers in my ear. “Little girls don’t have to pick what they eat. Daddy does that.”

Instantly my shoulders relax, and I feel light once more. It seems all the stress from my first days at a new school, and the worry about people finding out about Colt and I have really added up. Usually, the only thing that can relax me is a trip to a club and letting my little side run free. Now, my daddy is doing that for me in a way that I’ve never experienced before. It’s subtle. No one else here would ever suspect anything but two people enjoying a nice meal together, but we know the truth.

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