Page 4 of Teaching His Babygirl

“Do you want to?” I ask, giving her an encouraging look. I want to give this woman anything she wants. If she wants to spend the rest of the night swinging, I will gladly stand by and watch her enjoy herself.

She gives a quick shake of her head. “No, thank you. I would rather continue the tour… if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, beauty.” I give her hand another pat and lead her on to the next area. “This area is obviously where punishments happen,” I say, indicating the spanking benches and other equipment.

Darlene purses her lips… “And funishments?” she asks.

I smirk down at her. “And funishments,” I agree.

She smiles playfully. “I like those more than swinging.”

Is she hinting that she wants me to spank her? I have to force myself to pull her away from temptation. This is her first time at the club; she deserves better than her guide to jump on her like a rabid animal.

“Over here is the restaurant. While you can bring non-club members to eat, they aren’t allowed beyond this door. There’s another entrance on the opposite side for people to enter from the street.”

She gives me a nod, but doesn’t show much interest, her attention seems to be drawn toward the area where the private rooms are at. I inwardly smirk.

“This hall leads to the private rooms.”

She gives me a heated look, one that spells trouble for my self-control. I should skip this part of the tour, but I can’t seem to make myself listen to reason. I start at the far end of the hallway then start walking her through the rooms. The first two are more masculine in nature. Decorated to look and feel like a daddy’s bedroom. The next is full of trains and other toys that would appeal to a little boy. The next two are directed more toward punishments and look slightly more like the private rooms of standard BDSM clubs. She doesn’t show any interest in any of them.

Then we get to the last room, and her excitement sparks. She twirls around the white and pink room like it’s a wonderland. And it is. This room is girly and decorated with silhouettes from Alice in Wonderland characters. The colors and décor are all in the same theme.

Darlene turns to me with a huge smile. “I love Alice!”

I meet her smile with one of my own. “I’m glad. I was starting to think you didn’t find anything about the private rooms enjoyable.”

“I liked them okay, but this one is the best.”

I chuckle at her excitement. It’s the most animated she’s been throughout the entire tour. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself feeling lighter than I have in years. “This is the last part of our tour,” I say, hating that I’m putting an end to our time together. “Is there anything else you’d like to see? I could maybe… introduce you to some people.” The words feel like barbed wire in my throat. I absolutely don’t want to introduce her to anyone. I want to keep her to myself.

“I—um—well…” she stutters.

“You can ask for anything,” I say, closing the small distance between us, stopping just in front of her. And I do mean anything. I’m pretty sure I could deny her nothing.

“What if what I want is you?” she asks boldly, even as she shyly looks down at her feet.

I definitely didn’t plan this. I hoped for it but never thought she would be so bold, despite her obvious confidence, to ask for a scene. She doesn’t seem the type to ask a virtual stranger for a scene, let alone a stranger in a private room.

It takes my brain a moment to catch up with exactly what’s happening here. I know one thing; I can’t turn her away. Not now, not ever.

Darlene stands demurely in the middle of the room. Her fingers threaded together in front of her as she looks down at her shoes. She’s a vision as she awaits my response. I close the rest of the distance between us, and with a finger under her chin, I lift her eyes to mine.

“When we talked, you told me that you weren’t looking to jump into scenes with random daddies.”

She chews her lip, thinking about her response. “You don’t feel like just some random daddy dom to me. Is that crazy?”

I shake my head. “No, I understand exactly what you mean.” I look at her meaningfully, bringing my lips to hers. Our kiss is slow and exploring. She presses her lush curves to mine, her soft tongue lightly licking at my lips, asking to deepen the kiss. I open to her, letting her seeking tongue explore for a moment before I take control.

With my fingers laced through her hair, I tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. Where her tongue was soft and exploring, mine is bold and possessive. I kiss her like I own her. Like she’s mine and mine alone. This might be just one night, just one scene, but I’ll be damned if I hold back any of this pent-up desire from her.

Darlene grips the lapels of my jacket, pressing her sweet curves even closer to me. My cock is so hard it aches with wanting inside her slick heat. I wrestle back control over myself. She asked for a scene, not for me to fall on her like a savage beast. I refuse to take advantage of her desires. After watching others' play in the club and the constant flirting between us, she’s not clear-headed. I won’t leave her needy and wanting, but I also won’t seek out my own pleasure.

Not tonight. Soon though. This night is all for her.

I shrug off my suit jacket, never letting our lips part. I guide her back towards the bed. I finally break our kiss when her knees bump the edge of the bed. Her lids are heavy, and her breaths are coming in short pants. I slowly lower the zipper at the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, so it pools around her ankles. She stands before me in nothing but white lace.

“Fuck, you’re a vision, Darlene.”

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