Savage Daddy, page 20
“Sav?”
“Yeah?” He didn’t turn.
“Sit back down.”
He frowned then turned around. “What?”
“I said sit back down.” She pointed at the armchair. “Or better yet, come here so I can hold you.”
“Livvy, you can’t . . . you can’t put a good spin on what I just told you. It’s not acceptable for me to be around your kids. I fucking tried to stay away, I did. But I . . .” He watched her get up and walk toward him.
He stepped back, but she kept moving forward. She was staring at him like he was jumpy. Fuck, maybe he was. Maybe he was seconds from jumping out of his own skin. Then she reached out and slipped her hand into his.
“Sav, do you really think that I’d see you as the bad guy? That asshole was the one who was evil. Not you. He raped and beat your sister. You defended her when he came looking for her. You’re not evil.”
“I beat Otis.”
“For threatening me.”
“I would’ve beaten the professor,” he sneered, then he narrowed his gaze at her. “If you hadn’t gotten in the way. Something we’ll have words about. And you shouldn’t have lied to the police for me, Livvy.”
“I didn’t. Not really. I did threaten him. I think. Everything else was the full truth. I can’t believe I didn’t see how evil he is. And Ricky wanted me to date him.”
“No dating,” he growled.
“So you want me to be a nun?”
“No, I want you to be mine.”
He heard her suck in a breath. When he glanced down at her, she was staring up at him with such hope.
“Really?”
“Fuck. Yes. But, baby, you deserve better.”
She snorted. “There’s no one better than you, Sav.”
He shook his head.
“You take care of us, defend us, protect us. And we’re not even yours. Imagine what being yours would be like. Because I think it would be pretty fucking amazing.”
Where the hell did she get these ideas from?
“This is all my fault.”
“How the hell do you figure that?” he snapped.
“Because if I’d called the cops when he first attacked me, then none of this would have happened. He’d have been arrested. But I was scared of losing my job. And of the cops taking a closer look at the boys. Do you think they’ll look into my guardianship of them?”
Fuck. He hadn’t even thought of that.
She watched him with wide eyes, her face pale and drawn.
“Fuck it, baby. You should have let me talk to them on my own. You shouldn’t have even been near the cops.” He couldn’t resist drawing her close, needing to soothe her. “No one is taking those boys from you. Even if they do look into things, anyone can see that you love them. They’re well taken care of.” He rocked her back and forth and she shuddered in his arms.
“Please don’t pull back on me again, Sav. I don’t think I can take it. Please. We need you.”
The tears in her voice made his gut tighten.
“I don’t care what you did in the past. I don’t care that you beat Otis and threatened Gerald. You were only protecting me. I haven’t had anyone protect or try to take care of me in years. Maybe you see someone violent and dark, but you know what I see when I look at you? Safety. Care. Protection.”
With a groan, he buried his face in her hair. “I should do the right thing.”
“Which is to cuddle me more, right? And then make me a hot chocolate? And snuggle on the couch.”
“Pretty sure I’ve never snuggled in my life. Fuck, I don’t even usually like to be touched, but with you everything is different.” He leaned back and cupped her chin. “Let’s get this clear. No misunderstandings. Do you just want to be neighbors and acquaintances?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Friends?”
“No.”
“Mine?”
“God, yes.”
He cupped her face between his hands. She was so delicate. So breakable. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her. Somehow, he’d have to find a way to keep her safe.
Her and those boys of hers.
“You know what jail teaches you? It teaches you to hold onto what is yours. To guard it. Protect it. And never let it go. So be sure, baby, because once you decide this, there’s no going back. I’m a possessive bastard. You’re mine, then it’s for life.”
“I want to be yours.”
“And the boys?”
“They adore you.”
He snorted. He wouldn’t say that, exactly.
“Well, Buster adores you as long as you don’t eat any cute cows. Wyatt loves you too and Ethan is coming around. Please, Sav, believe me when I say I want you.”
“There’s other things we need to talk about. But right now, all I want to do is fucking kiss you.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Also, you owe the swear jar a lot of money. Keep going like this and our rainy-day activity will go from mini-golf to Disneyland.”
He snorted out a laugh, but she wasn’t wrong.
“Shh now. I’m kissing you.”
“Finally.” She gave him a cheeky grin.
“Brat. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about all the times you’ve disobeyed me today. We’ll be having a chat about that later.”
But right now, he didn’t want to think about any of that. All he wanted was to kiss her. Leaning in, he nipped at her lower lip then kissed her gently. Lightly.
She let out a groan. Moving his hand to the back of her neck, he ran his fingers over her neck lightly.
He could feel her press against him, wanting more. Scooping her up in his arms, he walked to the couch and settled her on his lap, facing him.
This put them at eye-level and he grasped the back of her neck, drawing her back in.
“Open for me.”
She just smiled.
“Livvy,” he growled. “Do as you’re told. Open.”
This time when he kissed her, she parted her lips obediently. Fuck, he’d thought his dick was hard before, but now his balls were fucking aching.
She pressed herself against him, rubbing her pussy over his dick. She whimpered and he forced himself to draw back, needing to think. He couldn’t do that when she was riding him like this. He grasped her around the hips, stalling her.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Stop.”
She froze. “Oh my God! I’m sorry.” She tried to move back, looking mortified.
He tightened his hold on her, not letting her go anywhere.
“You got nothing to be sorry for. That was fucking hot. But if you kept going, I was going to embarrass myself by coming in my jeans.”
She gaped at him. Then a huge smile filled her face. “Really?”
“You needn’t look so pleased about it, brat.”
She let out this wicked-sounding cackle, which filled him with happiness. Damn, he wouldn’t mind hearing her laugh like that for the rest of their lives.
He let that thought grow solid. Let it settle inside him. Where it felt fucking right.
Meanwhile, she was creeping a hand down to his hard shaft. She grasped hold of him through his jeans.
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Making you lose control?” she asked with faux-innocence.
“Hand off my cock, baby girl.”
She gave him a pout. “Why?”
“Because I said so. And I’m in charge.” He watched her for any hint of fear. Instead, her face filled with heat. With longing. “You like that idea, don’t you? You want me to take charge.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Take off those tights, then.” He lifted her off him so she could hastily remove her tights. He helped her resettle on his lap.
He drew the bottom of her dress up so it was out of his way, then he moved a hand along the inside of her thigh.
“If I touched your pussy right now? What would I find?”
“I . . . I . . .”
“Answer me,” he said in a low voice.
“I’m wet.”
“How wet?”
“Very, very wet,” she replied, licking her bottom lip again. Damn, he didn’t know why but every time she did that, he felt a surge of arousal rush through him.
“Good girl for being honest. I’m going to touch you now.”
He waited a minute for any objections, but she just let out a small whimper.
“My poor girl. You need to come, don’t you?” he crooned. He reached under her panties and ran his finger up and down her slit, pressing down on her clit.
“I . . . I . . . please!”
“Shh, don’t get too loud or I’m going to have to gag you.” He wanted to figure out what she liked.
Her breathing caught at the idea of being gagged. Ah, his baby liked that, did she?
“I want you to stay nice and quiet. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Good.” He slid his finger under her panties, running it along her slick lips. Fuck. She was so wet. So ready for him. He rubbed her clit and she let out a quiet gasp of air.
“That’s my good girl. Well done.”
Her face flushed as she smiled at his praise. So beautiful. What had he ever done to deserve her? To have the right to touch her? He couldn’t think of one damn thing.
But now that he had her. She. Was. His.
He moved his finger lower, circling her entrance. “You on birth control?”
“Yes, and I’m clean. I got tested after my last relationship.”
“I am too. Fuck, I haven’t had sex since I went away.”
Her gaze met his, shocked. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Damn, your arm must be exhausted.”
He let out a shocked bark of laughter.
Her eyes widened even further. “Wow. You laughed. I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh.”
He’d always treated sex seriously, much like most things in his life. “Never had anything to laugh about. But yeah, my arm’s had a fucking workout.”
She squeezed both of his biceps. “I can tell. Did you get ambidextrous? Mix it up from right to left?”
“Stop, brat,” he growled. But he knew she wasn’t intimidated when she giggled.
Fuck. That sound.
It soothed something inside him. The rips in his soul were repairing with every moment he spent with her.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“Promises, promises,” she taunted.
“Baby girl, are you trying to goad me into spanking you?”
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Her eyes flared wide. “N-no.”
“No? You sure about that? Because I think that’s exactly what you need. You disobeyed me several times today. That deserves some punishment, baby girl.”
“Are you a Dom?” she asked.
He studied her intently. “You ever been involved with a Dominant?”
“I . . . I joined this online site for submissives. But it wasn’t right for me. I’m not . . . um . . . I’m a . . .”
“Livvy, tell me. You can tell me anything.”
“I’m a Little. I think.”
“You think?”
“I’ve never been with a Daddy Dom,” she confessed, eyeing him worriedly. “I thought about going to a club or trying to meet someone, but then I met my ex and he wasn’t into any of that. Are you a Daddy Dom?”
“I was once. Before jail.”
“But not anymore?” Something close to disappointment filled her face.
“Truth is, I’m not really interested in the formal side of BDSM. I need to be in control. In the bedroom and out. I never felt fulfilled just keeping it to the sex or play.”
She watched him wide-eyed. Fuck, he could be driving her away with these words but he needed her to know this. He didn’t want any more secrets.
“I have friends who are Daddy Doms, and before I went to jail . . . yeah, I explored that side of myself. But once I went away, I figured that I wasn’t going to find a Little who’d want me. Or a sub who felt like they could trust me. I wasn’t certain I trusted myself.”
Only he knew he’d never hurt her. No, he’d do whatever was necessary to keep her safe.
“I want to be your Daddy. To be your Dom. Your man. But can you handle my rougher side? My edges might smooth over slightly, but I’m always going to be this man—the one who will defend you no matter what. I’ll always be demanding. Bossy. Protective. But I promise when you’re with me, you’ll always feel wanted and safe.”
“I already do feel that. And I want more. I don’t care about your rough edges. They’re just what I need. You are what I need.”
He sucked in a breath. “There will be rules. I might not go for anything formal, but you will do as you’re told or you’re going over my knee.”
“You’re going to spank me when I’m naughty?”
“Among other things. That a problem? Me spanking you?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Good girl for telling me. You’re beautiful. You’re gonna let me fuck you, aren’t you? Wherever I want. However I want.”
“God yes. Just . . .”
“Just what?”
“The boys.” She gave him a worried look. “I was with my last boyfriend when my sister died and he couldn’t handle the idea of taking on three kids that weren’t his. He gave me an ultimatum and I chose them.”
Sav frowned. “Of course you did, which makes you the best person to look after them. Because you’re protective and loyal. I won’t ever make you choose between us, baby girl. And if I ever did, you’re to choose them and tell me to fuck off.”
She leaned in and kissed him lightly, placing her tiny hands on his cheeks. When she drew back, she looked flushed and pleased with herself.
He cupped her pussy, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit and she moaned.
“Quiet, baby. Remember.”
Her eyes were wide, lips wet and swollen. They were going to look damn good around his dick.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“How damn good it’s going to feel to sink my dick into your mouth.”
“Oh. Yes, please. Can we do that now?” she asked in her most polite voice.
“Not right now. We need to get the boys soon and you haven’t had lunch.”
“I really want to, though.” She pouted.
“But you don’t get whatever you want, do you?” he told her. He slid his hand away from her pussy.
She let out a whimper. “Daddy, that’s so unfair.” Freezing, she stared down at him. “I mean . . . uh . . . sorry, I don’t know . . .”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I mean . . . do you want me to call you that? And while we’re like this?”
“I want you to call me that whenever you want to,” he replied. “Maybe not in front of the boys. For now.”
“For now?”
“We can tell them it’s a nickname if it slips out later. Once they’re used to the idea of you and me. We should ease them into that.”
She groaned. “Why are you level-headed and I’m . . . I’m . . .”
“Filled with need?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“I like you like this. Slightly crazed. Hot. Wet. Panting.”
“Please touch me. Please.” She ground herself down on his dick.
“No. Stay still.”
“I can’t!” She kept moving, and he knew if he let her she’d make herself come. Without permission.
Now, that wasn’t acceptable.
“Last warning.”
“Please. Please.” She kept moving.
“Naughty girl,” he scolded. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her tight against him. Then he drew the back of her dress up, exposing her panties.
Holding her dress up with the arm around her waist, he pelted smacks down onto her bottom. She let out a cry, squirming. He only gave her five, not wanting to push her too much right at the beginning.
“Seems I’ve got a lot of work to get my girl to be obedient,” he whispered.
He felt her shudder in pleasure.
“My girl likes the sound of that. She likes the idea of getting her bottom spanked. She likes knowing that I’ll follow through on my promises. If she’s naughty that there will be consequences. Those consequences are a reminder to her that Daddy is always watching, and he will always keep her safe.” He lightly bit her ear. “Which is why she’s getting a spanking every night before bed for the next three nights.”
She gasped and drew back, staring down at him in shock. “What? Why?”
“For not doing as you were told today. For getting between me and Gerald.” His anger grew at the memory of her slight body between them. “And you didn’t go back inside when I ordered you to when the cops were here.”
“But I couldn’t leave you alone!”
“It was a matter of safety, baby girl.” He cupped her chin, running his thumb over her lower lip. “And I’d give you one big spanking, except I don’t want the boys to hear you. So you’ll get several small ones instead.”
“I think that’s worse,” she wailed. “I might not survive that many spankings. Surely, that’s cruel and unusual punishment.”
He had to bite the inside of his cheek so he didn’t grin at her dramatics. Because he was utterly serious about this.
“The next time I give an order for your safety, you best obey. And if you don’t, then these small spankings you’ve got coming to you will seem like love pats. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Heat flared in her eyes.
“We’ll start your spankings tonight.”
“But I already had a spanking today!”
“That was for grinding down on my dick when I told you to stop.”
Her face went bright red. “Dear Lord. I did do that, didn’t I?”
“You want my dick.” He moved his hand back between her legs, cupping her hot pussy. Fuck, he could feel her wet heat against his palm. “Don’t you?”
