Page 91 of Daddy, Sir

Because they were so close, their faces mere inches apart, he could see her pupils dilate as he touched her.

“First, I want to strip you down and suck on your pretty little nipples until they’re nice and hard so I can clamp them. Then I’m going to turn you over my knee and plug this pretty little ass before spanking that sass right out of it,” he said, kneading the ass in question with the hand gripping it, his fingers curving underneath the cheek to touch the sensitive part where it met her thigh. Naomi whimpered in response, her breath coming in short, sharp pants now as he stoked her arousal.

“I want your nipples throbbing while I blister your bottom. And when you’re hot and squirming and aching, I’m going to have you ride me until you come, then I’m going to roll you ontoyour back and make you come again, and again, and again, until you’re begging me to stop.”

Naomi whimpered again, her weight leaning against him as her knees buckled. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, her breath coming so fast, he was starting to worry she was going to pass out before he even got her into a private room.

And theyweregoing to a private room. As much as he loved to be in the club with the multitude of scenes going on around him, he wanted her totally focused on him for this first time. He also didn’t want to share the first time he was going to see her naked or their first time together. Exhibitionism wasn’t something that bothered him, but he wanted this to be special.

He wanted her to remember him and only him. He was going to be deployed again soon, and the more he could imprint himself on her mind, body, and heart, the better.

No distractions. No unexpected surprises. No chance of his teammates pranking him.

She would remember just the two of them together.

A little shudder went through her body, and she straightened against him, no longer leaning on him quite as much. Something lit up her eyes as she met his gaze, like a challenge.

“Okay then, soldier boy, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“I’d prefer it if you call me ‘Daddy’.” This was the key moment, whether or not she reacted badly. She wouldn’t be the first if she did.

Naomi

That request was the biggest surprise of the night so far.

“Daddy?” Her voice came out higher than she’d meant it to. She didn’t want to kink shame. Especially not him. But that was not something she’d ever considered doing, for anyone, before. Granted, no one had ever asked her to, either.

She knew it existed as a kink, and before this moment, she would have said she had absolutely no interest, that her immediate answer would be no.

But right now, she was standing here with a fine-looking man, his hand on her ass after his tongue had been down her throat, her body humming after listening to the description of filthy things he wanted to do to her, and calling him ‘Daddy’ in exchange really didn’t feel like the worst bargain in the world.

“If not, ‘Sir’ will work, too.” He said the words, but she could tell from the look in his eyes that it wasn’t what he wanted, not really. It was what he would settle for.

She didn’t want him to feel like he was settling with her.

“I can try it. Daddy.” This time, her voice was normal, although still breathy. Saying ‘Daddy’ was a little strange, but it felt good when his entire face lit up.

Then he was kissing her breathless again while she clung to him, body throbbing against him as her desire pulsed through her. Yeah, she could call him ‘Daddy’ if that’s the reaction she got when she did it.

After he kissed her until her knees were weak—again—he led her to one of the private rooms. As she walked beside him, his arm securely around her, hand possessively curved around her hip, a little ping of awareness made her turn her head. Someone was looking at her, and she could feel their gaze on her.

When her eyes met James’, she almost jolted. She’d been so caught up with Drew, she’d forgotten Claudia had said James would also be present tonight. At best, Naomi had only planned to let him see her flirting… but here she was, being led off by anincredibly hot Dom to scene in private. And she was very glad her ex would not be able to watch a single bit of it.

This really was the best revenge because she had forgotten to care about him at all when she’d been talking to Drew. And that’s exactly what she was going to do for the rest of the night.

James didn’t matter. Drew did.

The door to the private room closing behind them emphasized her past romantic life ending and her new romantic life beginning. It also cut off the noise from the club, soundproofed against the moans and cries filling the main room, so she could now hear the music that was playing, which was barely audible in the other room. The pounding baseline and the edgy guitar were designed to set the mood and also give a Dom a beat to use if they so desired.

Her butt throbbed in anticipation of the promised spanking.

“Okay, sweet girl,” Drew said, coming up behind her. Naomi tilted her head to the side as he gave her shoulder a kiss, giving him more access to her throat. He spoke as he moved his lips along her skin. “I want you completely naked for me. I want to see this beautiful body before I worship it.”

Holy fuck, she loved the way he talked, the sexy promise in his deep voice as it rumbled through her.

She felt the tug of her corset as he started undoing the knot.

“What do you want me to do… Daddy?” There was only a slight hesitation before using his preferred honorific. That’s what she had to do; think of it as an honorific, like ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ and not about any additional context. Though, there was one thing she was curious about, as much as she liked being called ‘sweet girl,’ which was a new endearment to her. “And why don’t you call me ‘baby’ if you’re ‘Daddy’?”

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