Page 3 of Teaching His Babygirl

I bravely stick my hand out for him to shake. “Nice to meet-” My words cut off when instead of shaking my hand, he brings it up to his lips and brushes his lips over my knuckles. His short beard tickles my skin, the firm softness of his lips on me sends a tremor through me.

“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” Colt says, turning my hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist before releasing me.

My entire body jerks to attention, my core clenching and my nipples tightening. One tiny touch from this man has me a needy mess. Desperate for more touches. More kisses. I imagine that wicked mouth of his elsewhere. I shake myself out of my fantasies. That’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about touring the club and its inner workings to decide if this is the place for me. From what I’ve seen so far, I’m convinced I could definitely have fun here. It’s way more appealing than any of the standard clubs I’ve ever been to.

“Are you ready for your tour?” Colt says in that sexy rumble of his.

Goodbye panties.

I paste on my brightest smile, trying to hide just how much he’s affecting me.

“Yes, sir,” I say in deference to his dominant status, remembering my manners despite the fact that my brain is currently on hiatus.

His lips tip up in a grin that gives me yet another thing to find sexy about him. Colt holds out his hand, and I put mine in his so he can help me down from the stool… he doesn’t release me right away. In fact, he doesn’t truly release me at all because he moves my hand to the crook of his elbow and guides me away from the bar.

I turn and look at Tessa, who is staring at our retreat with shocked eyes. It makes me wonder if this is abnormal behavior for Colt… and why does that send a little thrill through me?

Chapter Two

Colt

Showinga new prospective member around the club isn’t exactly what I wanted to do with my Friday night, but it’s better than another lonely night at home. Besides, it’s been months since I’ve been to The Playground. Maybe after the tour I can find a nice little girl to take over my knee for the night. Even thinking it doesn’t bring me any kind of anticipation. Playing with one of the single submissives used to be enough to scratch the itch, but now all it does is make me long for more.

I never thought I would be tempted to settle down, especially after my breakup with Trisha, but lately, I find myself craving something more permanent. A temporary arrangement just doesn’t appeal like it once did.

The club is still quiet compared to how it will be later tonight. Apparently, my charge is shy and doesn’t want to tour while things are in full swing. Unusual. Most people want to see the club at capacity. I mentally shrug. It’s early enough that I will have plenty of time after the tour to get myself in the mood to find someone to have a scene with—scratch the itch that’s been untouchable so far.

Even the bar area where people gather to talk and catch up is empty. Tessa is behind the bar, and one of the security monitors—Ransom—is sitting at one end of the bar. At the other end is a fucking angel. I hasten my steps, wanting to get a better look at the woman. I’ve never seen her at the club before… is this my charge? All of a sudden, my night is looking that much brighter.

Tessa shouts a greeting, and the angel turns to watch my approach. She’s even more beautiful than I thought now that I fully see her. The woman has my cock rock-hard in my slacks, and I’m ready to fall to my knees and worship the sweet heaven between her thighs.

Big brown eyes take me in almost warily, but she can’t hide the spark of attraction. Is it possible she feels the same draw I do? Could a man be so lucky? I slow my steps, taking in more of my—because she will be mine—beauty. She’s got long brown hair that has waves that look untamable. She’s got a pert little nose and full, cupids bow lips. Lips that it takes all of my self-control not to take in a kiss the second I’m within touching distance.

Her sweet citrus scent floods my senses, and I’m barely aware that Tessa is talking. I respond by rote, unable to take my eyes off the beauty in front of me.

“Colt, meet Darlene,” Tessa says with a hint of amusement at my obvious infatuation with the woman.

Darlene holds her hand out for me to shake. I take her small hand in mine and lean over it, lightly kissing her knuckles, cutting off her ‘nice to meet you.’ She stutters and can’t seem to find the words. Her breath hitches when I turn her hand and press a seductive kiss to the inside of her wrist, tasting her sweetness.

She shivers at my touch, obviously as taken with me as I am her. I thank my lucky stars because if she’s as physically aware of me as I am her, maybe this evening won’t end nearly as poorly as I expected. Darlene’s the first woman I’ve felt such an attraction to in longer than I can remember—maybe ever.

“Are you ready for your tour?” I’m not sure how I know she’s the one I’m supposed to show around, but I just do. If I believed in fate, I would think that’s what’s brought us together tonight.

“Yes, sir,” she says respectfully. What I wouldn’t give for her to call me daddy instead.

I take her hand in mine and help her from the stool. When she moves to pull away, I don’t release her. I place her soft hand on the crook of my elbow and lead her out into the club proper. She looks up at me with a small smile. I tell myself that she’d give the same smile to anyone who showed her the proper respect of a gentleman, but part of me thinks that soft smile is just for me.

Silence stretches between us as I slowly walk her around the club. I realize too late that I should be explaining the different areas and letting her ask questions. She seems content to just walk around with me taking things in. I finally shake myself out of my lust-filled stupor and start doing my job.

“This area is what we call the toybox.” I indicate the area directly in front of us with different stations for the littles to play together or with their daddies and mommies. “Would you like to stop and play?”

Her nose scrunches up. “Playing with toys doesn’t appeal to me,” she says bluntly.

“Not all littles enjoy it,” I say, patting her hand encouragingly. Liking that she already knows exactly who she is as a submissive. She might be new to this club, but she’s obviously not a new submissive.

I walk her over to the large playground where the club gets its name. “This one is pretty obvious…”

She giggles, the sound like tinkling bells. My cock throbs again at the sound. Fuck, everything about this woman is perfect. “I do like to swing,” she says shyly. “But it’s been years.”

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