Page 7 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

OLIVER

T his is probably the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. I shouldn’t be leading Lilly to the steel door and the filthy fantasies that wait beyond. I should take her out to my car instead, bring her home where I know she’ll be safe.

Where she’ll be safe from me .

But I can’t bring myself to turn in the direction of the entrance. My feet are moving almost of their own accord, bringing us both closer to what I’m sure will be a disaster of epic proportions.

But I don’t give a shit. Not anymore. I’ve been fighting this for way too long and I’m fucking exhausted.

Maybe I would have been able to hold out if it wasn’t for the way she reacted when I held her wrists behind her back. But I’d seen the change come over her—the way her eyes had gone liquid and dark, her breathing getting faster. The way she’d leaned into me, ever so slightly.

Why do I like this?

God damn, just the thought of her sweet, confused little voice asking that question is enough to make my dick hard.

Well, harder—I’ve been hard since the moment I pulled her onto my lap.

But hearing her sound so breathy and uncertain is doing very, very dirty things to me.

It makes me want to be the one to give her answers, the one to show her just what she likes.

The one to guide her and care for her. The one to fucking control her every desire, her every pleasure.

Isn’t that what a good Daddy should do?

You’re going to hell, the old voice in my head warns, but it sounds more tired than usual. Apparently, my conscience has given up the fight as well.

“There are rules you need to follow,” I tell her as we reach the steel door.

“Okay.”

God, I love that she doesn’t argue. Is it possible that she might actually be into this? I can’t let myself get my hopes up, but fuck, she’s acting so damn submissive right now that I can hardly contain myself.

“You stay right by me the entire time. You do everything I tell you. Don’t talk to anyone else.” I’m tempted to tell her not to even make eye contact with anyone else, but I don’t want to push too far, too fast. “Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Ollie.”

The idea that she might be calling me something besides Ollie soon has my blood pounding in my veins. I tighten my hand on hers and lead her past the steel door.

I’m debating where to take her first as we step into the dimly lit back hallway.

Should I start her off slow or give her something shocking right off the bat?

Part of me knows the better option is to scare her away from this.

Lilly is too sweet, too innocent, to be corrupted by a sick bastard like me.

Maybe if she sees something that freaks her out, she’ll go running.

Fuck that. I know it’s what I should want. Know it’s probably what’s best. But I can’t bring myself to hope that she’ll change her mind. Not now.

In the end, I don’t have to make a decision about what to see first. There’s a small crowd gathered about halfway down the hall.

Men and women, couples and groups, are standing in front of a set of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching something.

And from the direction of Lilly’s gaze, she’s caught sight of them. And she’s curious.

I can’t fight off the smirk that takes over my face. Curious, sweetheart? Let Daddy show you.

“Come on.”

I can practically feel Lilly’s nerves—and excitement—grow as we walk toward the windows. Being much taller than her, I get a glimpse through the glass before she does, and my smirk grows. Perfect.

“Remember the rules,” I tell her, pulling her body around in front of me so her back is to my chest. I allow myself a moment to breathe in the scent of her. Sugar cookies. God, how many times have I felt my mouth water over this scent?

“I remember,” she whispers, and I position us so she can see through the glass. I feel it the moment she registers what she’s seeing—her shoulders rise as she sucks in a breath.

“Those are nipple clamps,” I whisper, fighting off a laugh when a shiver runs through her body. “I’ve not tried them myself, but I hear they’re quite intense.”

“Holy shit,” she mutters. But she doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t look away.

Instead, her eyes remain locked on the threesome in front of us.

The woman’s hands are bound behind her back with a thick length of rope.

The man behind her is using that rope for leverage as he bends her forward and fucks the hell out of her from behind, not two feet from the glass.

We can see all of her displayed for us—her naked body, her heaving tits, the clamps clinging to her red and swollen nipples.

Her hair is a mess around her shoulders, her makeup smudged all over her face.

And there are welts. Red raised flesh over her breasts, her belly, up and down her thighs. There’s no doubt where they came from—in fact, the second man in the room is standing next to the couple, administering more blows with the flogger over her ass and back while the other man fucks her.

“Can she see us?” Lilly whispers, staring at the woman through the glass.

In spite of the beating and the torture of the clamps—or, more likely, because of them—the woman’s face radiates ecstasy.

Her eyes are hazy, unfocused, but every once in a while, she’ll stare through the glass and seem to lock eyes with one of her admirers.

“I’m not sure,” I whisper into Lilly’s ear.

“Some of these rooms have two-way glass.” I tighten my arms around her waist, leaning in even closer to whisper in her ear.

Fuck, she smells good. “What do you think? Would she enjoy it more if she could see us?” Lilly is quiet for a moment, watching.

“Would you enjoy it more, Lilly? If that was you in there, do you think you’d like to be able to see your audience while they watch you get fucked? ”

She gasps in a breath, her body going rigid under my arms. Did I push too far? I’ve never used that kind of language with her, never been half so dirty. If this freaks her out?—

“I think I would,” she whispers, and my heart stops. “I think I might like to know someone is watching.” She takes in a shuddering breath. “Or maybe it wouldn’t matter. Maybe the thrill of not knowing who was on the other side would be even hotter.”

“Fuck, Lilly,” I growl into her ear. I can’t help but grind my hard dick into the curve of her ass, groaning at the contact. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine my girl thinking such naughty thoughts.

“I think you need a spanking,” I mutter into her hair. “Have you always been such a filthy girl?”

“I don’t know what I am,” she whispers, and I can hear the uncertainty in her voice.

The fear. I spin her in my arms, taking a step back away from the others by the window.

I don’t stop until I have her backed into the opposite wall.

I cup her cheeks in my hand as I bend over her.

Eyes wide and scared, face red with embarrassment—she’s so fucking gorgeous it takes me a moment to speak.

“You know that’s okay, right?” I ask. “To not know? To be curious? All of that is okay, Lilly.”

“I want you to help me figure it out,” she says, her voice much more confident now, and I think part of my soul just left my body.

I want to throw her to the ground right now and get inside her.

Or fuck her right here, up against the wall in the middle of the hallway.

I bet the crowd at the window would turn in our direction, instead.

The blonde in the room is sexy, but she has nothing on my sweet little Lilly.

My sweet, dirty little Lilly who just told me she wants my help in figuring out her desires. If she had any idea what that request does to me…

I tilt my head down, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ll help you with everything,” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion. “I’ll teach you anything. Everything. Do you trust me?”

Her eyes are shining as she looks up at me. “I do.”

But she shouldn’t, not yet. Because there’s more to me than what she just watched through that glass.

Yes, that’s part of it—the restraints and the domination, the pain and the pleasure.

But it’s not all of it. I’m a Dominant through and through.

But the things I need from her…fuck, it feels like way too much to even hope she might be on board with what I need.

Only one way to find out, I tell myself.

“I need to show you something else,” I tell her, forcing myself to take a step back. If I don’t, I’ll kiss her. And if I kiss her, we won’t ever stop. “One more thing before you decide if you want to go down this path with me. Okay?”

She bites her lip, nervous again, as if she’s picked up on the gravity in my tone. She should be nervous. What I want to show her will change everything between us.

“Okay,” she finally agrees. Then something flashes in her eyes, something naughty and mischievous that I’ve never seen before and already can’t get enough of. “Okay, sir.”

“Sassy girl,” I growl. Then I bring my hand down and give her ass a good hard slap—may as well give her a taste.

Lilly moans. She actually moans when she feels the sting of my palm.

God damn. I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

Before I can fall to my knees to worship at her feet, I take her hand and pull her down the hall.

We turn a corner then head down a more narrow, quieter hall.

Another turn, and then another. I’m trying my best not to sprint, not to pull her damn arm off, but it’s hard to contain myself.

Now that I have her so close to where I want her, it’s all I can do not to throw her over my shoulder like a damn caveman.

“Here we are,” I mutter, stopping in front of a nondescript wooden door. But I would know it with my eyes closed.

My favorite room in the club. The room where I figured out so much about myself, about who I am and what I need. And in a moment, I’m going to show all of it—every damn part of me—to the woman I care about more than anything in the world. My stomach dips. This could all go so wrong.

“Just try to keep an open mind, okay?” I tell her, my voice raspy. My hands are visibly shaking as I reach for the handle—I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my life.

Her free hand comes up to my back, warm and gentle as she applies pressure between my shoulder blades. “I’m okay, Ollie,” she says, somehow sensing I need her reassurance right now.

I’m glad she’s okay, of course. I just only hope that I’ll still be okay when this is all over.

I throw open the door and pull her through to the other side.

At first, she doesn’t react at all. I’m sure she’s bewildered—who would expect to see a slide and swing set in the middle of a sex club?

I watch her while she looks around, taking it in.

I don’t need to follow her gaze to know what she’s seeing.

The toy boxes. The soft, furry rugs in pastel colors dotted around the floor.

The pink princess bedroom set in the corner.

And then there are the people. Snuggled up on the rugs and in the cushy chairs. The girls on the swings. The costumes.

The man in the corner currently pressing his little’s hands into the wall while he spanks her over her plaid school skirt.

“Ollie?” Lilly whispers, sounding completely bewildered. “What…”

“Come on,” I manage to rasp out through a bone-dry mouth. I lead her over to one of the couches—the one closest to the man spanking his girl—and pull her into my lap. As scared as I am that she’s going to run, I’m still hard as fuck, and she feels it the second her ass makes contact with my dick.

“This is a special room,” I murmur into her hair, rubbing soft, soothing circles over her back. “The people here enjoy something a bit different from what we just saw in the hallway. Can you guess what it is?”

She shakes her head, eyes darting around the space.

Like I had done in the main lounge, I take her chin and point it in the direction of the girl in the plaid skirt. “She must have been a bad girl,” I say, watching Lilly’s wide-eyed face closely for signs she’s freaking out. “To be getting a spanking like that.”

“What do you?—”

Before Lilly can finish her question, the girl against the wall gives a sharp wail. “I’ll be good now, Daddy!”

Lilly goes completely still on my lap. I’m pretty sure she stopped breathing. The couple takes no notice of us—why would they? They’re lost in their play. The man spanks the little a few more times. “You need to learn to listen to Daddy, babygirl,” he says calmly, landing another blow.

I watch Lilly, waiting for some kind of reaction. She continues to stare wide-eyed at the couple, her face blank, and for once in our lives, I have no idea what she’s thinking.

Please, don’t let her run .

Finally, she turns those wide blue eyes on me. “I don’t understand,” she whispers, voice so soft I read her lips more than hear her. “What is this, Ollie?”

I take a deep breath. “If you decide you want to try things my way, you won’t call me Ollie anymore.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “At least, not when we’re here. Playing like this.”

“Playing?”

I nod. “That’s all this is sweet girl. Playing. Just fun.”

Her eyes dart all over my face, like she’s searching for the answers to her questions in my expression. “What will I call you?” she asks after a moment. “If we…play?”

My dick twitches but I don’t drop her gaze. “You’ll call me Daddy, sweetheart. And you’ll be my babygirl.”