Page 27 of Teaching His Babygirl

Colt is my daddy, and I’m his babygirl.

I’m finishing up my dessert—caramel apple cake with vanilla bean ice cream—when I see Leon and his parents. My back straightens and my stomach falls to my toes. Colt is instantly alert to the change in me and asks what’s wrong.

“Leon Zimmerman is here with his family,” I whisper under my breath.

He looks up and sees them but doesn’t stiffen or show any outward signs of discomfort. Of course, he doesn’t care what people think of him. In his position, he doesn’t need to worry. Things are different for me. I’m not only new to the school, but I’m a woman. Sexist or not, women who date in the workplace—especially dating someone who is viewed as an authority figure—is looked down upon.

Thankfully, they don’t seem to notice us, or if they do, they don’t say anything. Colt quickly pays the check, and we leave. My happy, carefree mood has been squashed down by the reality of our relationship. The car ride back to my place is a quiet one. I can’t help thinking about people judging me and why it matters so much to me.

I don’t know anyone here. Yes, I want to start off on the right foot, but does that mean I have to deny myself the potential of the best relationship I’ve ever had? I inwardly sigh as I fret. Vacillating between one extreme and the other. I don’t even realize that we’re in front of my door until Colt is taking my keys from my purse for me. I blink myself back to reality, but my troubled thoughts follow me.

“Thanks for dinner,” I say by rote, knowing it’s what I should say even if it’s not what I want to say.

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. For the first time, that spark isn’t there. I feel detached from the fire that burns bright between us. My body feels it, but my mind doesn’t connect the pieces. Tears spring to my eyes. I’m fucking this up so bad. I’m so worried about if we were seen that I’m pulling away.

Colt grabs a fistful of my hair with a growl and starts backing me into my apartment. A switch flips inside me. All of my worries and concerns quiet and all that is left is this burning desire that we share. Just a simple pull of my hair has me back to the reality that Colt is mine and I am his.

“It’s okay, beauty,” he says lowly. “They didn’t see us. Even if they did, we aren’t doing anything wrong.”

I open my mouth to protest, the reminder of our situation diminishing the quiet of my mind when I’m submitting to my daddy. Colt grips my hair even tighter and I relax into his hold. He leans in close and brushes his lips over my own. The softness of his kiss is in complete opposition to the firm grip on my hair.

“Relax, babygirl,” he commands. And I do. I sink into the sensations he’s evoking. I offer up my submission willingly. Giving him the only thing I have to give—me. “Everything is okay,” he murmurs against my lips before trailing them down my neck.

“What if-”

“Hush. We’ll deal with what-ifs when they happen. Not a second before.”

He kisses me again, chasing the last bit of my worries away. He’s right. Worrying about what-ifs isn’t productive. And why worry about whatcouldhappen when whatishappening at this moment is perfect?

Colt works my skirt up as he kisses and nips at my neck. He grabs ahold of my ass, hard. Reminding me who’s in charge right now. As if I could forget. I moan as he squeezes and caresses my bottom. His lips work their magic along my neck and shoulder, lightly sucking—not enough to leave marks, but enough to make my toes curl.

I rub against his hardness feeling how much he desires me, and every one of my worries turns to ash in the face of this strong man in front of me. My daddy. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I refuse to screw this up.

“Naughty girl,” he growls, slapping my ass.

“Daddy!” I gasp, begging for more with that one word.

Colt backs me to the couch, spinning me out until I’m laying over the arm, my ass in the air. He grips my panties tight in his fist and rips them straight off my body. The sound of rendering fabric causes my knees to shake; it’s so hot. His big hand crashes down without warning, and I squeal at the sudden pain.

“Ow!” I cry out, moving my hands back to cover my exposed backside.

Colt tsks, grabbing my hands and pinning them to my lower back. “You know better, beauty. Take your punishment like the good girl you are.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

He rubs my ass lovingly and my body relaxes over the arm of the sofa. He spanks me again, and I let the pain sink in. I don’t fight. I don’t beg. I just let each slap of his palm on my exposed bottom sink deep inside my soul. He’s breaking me apart and piecing me back together again with each firm smack.

He lands two more hard swats on my sit spots and I whimper, but that whimper is cut off by a moan when his fingers swipe through my wetness. A wetness that’s only grown with every slap of his hand. Each one drawing my arousal out until it’s covering my thighs.

His fingers press inside me, gathering that slickness, then swirling around my sensitive clit. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, and I nearly come from just that one touch. Before I can reach my climax, his fingers move away. I whimper when his hand leaves me altogether.

“Daddy…”

He chuckles darkly, then I hear him kneeling behind me. My knees buckle and my entire body is held only by the arm of the couch when he puts his mouth where his fingers just were.

“Oh, God…”

He licks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He buries his tongue inside me, fucking me with it before running teasing circles around my clit. Pleasure sings through my veins. My whole body in tune to what Colt is doing to me. He sucks my clit, sliding a finger deep inside me. He fingers my pussy to the same rhythm as he’s licking and sucking my clit. I’m on the very cusp of coming when he pulls his fingers from inside me.

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