Page 8 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

LILLY

N ever in my life have I felt so… everything .

I can’t even begin to parse through the emotions swirling inside me.

I’m confused and scared out of my mind. I’m also really, really turned on.

Everything in this room, everything Ollie is saying to me, makes me feel dirty and overwhelmed and off balanced.

So why the hell do I like it so much?

“This is what you’re into?” I finally ask.

“It’s what I need , Lilly,” he corrects gently.

“Have you…always? Done this, I mean.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve always known that I preferred to be in control during sex. That I preferred to be dominant.” I don’t want to think about Oliver having dominant sex with other women. “As I got older, that domination shifted into something more like what you saw in the hallway.”

“Spankings and stuff?”

A grin tugs up the corner of his mouth. “You’re so fucking cute, Lilly.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Yes, sweet girl. I found I liked spanking very much. And using restraints. It wasn’t until after I sold my first app that I was really able to explore that.”

“Because you could afford to be a member at a place like this.”

“Exactly.” He takes a lock of my hair, eyes zeroed in on his fingers as he rubs the strands between them.

“A few months after I became a member, I stumbled past this room on accident. There was a scene happening—a Daddy spanking and then fucking his babygirl. It was like a light bulb going off. Like I suddenly knew exactly what I was meant to do.”

I’m still having difficulty wrapping my mind around this. “And what you wanted to do was…what, exactly?”

He gestures around the room. “I wanted to be someone’s Daddy.”

My eyes catch on a woman zipping down a slide. Her hair is in pigtails and she’s wearing a pink dress. I’m pretty sure she’s a good ten years older than me.

“So you want to be with girls who pretend to be young?” I know I don’t do a very good job of keeping the derision out of my voice, but I can’t help it. The idea of wearing a costume like that, of playing on a swing set, of acting like a kid…I just don’t get it.

“No,” he says firmly. “That’s not what this is about.” He gestures at the swings and the toy boxes. “Some people get into the age play aspect. Some littles like to pretend they’re younger. Some even prefer to live like this in their everyday lives away from the club.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Not at all.”

Relief washes over me. “Good. Because I can’t imagine doing that.” I nod towards a woman drinking from a sippie cup and Oliver laughs low in my ear.

“Not my thing either, sweetheart.” He gives me a wolfish grin. “If you were into it, though, that would be fine.”

“I’m not.”

He laughs again. “Fair enough.”

I turn in his lap to face him more fully. “So you don’t want a pretend little girl.”

“No.” He swallows. “But I do want a babygirl.”

“I don’t get the difference.”

He sighs, hands going back to my hair to play some more. I think he gets comfort from touching me like that. I sure as hell feel calmer when he has his hands on me.

“I’m a Daddy Dom, Lilly. That means I need to be in control during sex.

It means I want a partner who I can take care of, in and out of the bedroom.

Someone who trusts me to guide and teach her.

Someone who wants to let me have control.

To let me spoil them and punish them as I see fit. That’s what a babygirl is to me.”

My belly swoops as he describes what he wants in a partner. I just can’t tell if it’s a good swoop or a bad one.

“And you want to do that…with me.”

His eyes flash. “More than I can possibly express,” he growls.

Wow. So growly Oliver is totally hot. Add that to the list of things I didn’t know before tonight.

“And you would want me to call you…” I can’t bring myself to say it. Saying it feels like it would be crossing a line. Like jumping off a cliff without being able to see the bottom.

“Daddy,” he whispers, eyes locked on mine. “I would want you to call me Daddy.”

I swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry. “And you would want to…spank me?”

He groans. “Yes.” One of his hands slips from my waist down to my leg, rubbing in slow, long sweeps.

A shiver goes through me. He’s never touched me there before.

“I would want to spank you. And restrain you. I would want you to give yourself to me completely, in every way. To take care of you. To punish you.” His jaw clenches. “To use your body.”

Holy wow . It’s hard to believe I’m hearing these words come out of my best friend’s mouth. Then again, it’s hard to believe I followed him to a freaking sex club.

He’s staring at me, his eyes fire-filled and intense. “Do you think you might like that, sweetheart?”

Yes, a voice in my head cries out. Whatever you want, Oliver. I just want you.

But I know I can’t say that. Not yet. He shared something major with me tonight. It was obviously difficult for him to do—I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as nervous as he was outside this room. His hands were shaking. This is a big deal to him, and I need to be sure if I’m going to agree.

My eyes drift over to the couple on the wall. He’s not spanking her anymore. Instead, he’s kneeling at her feet, looking up at her with an expression of such devotion it takes my breath away.

Ollie looks at me like that, I realize. Like I’m the only thing he can see.

“Let Daddy take care of you,” the man murmurs to the girl. “Let me make my baby feel so good.” Then his head disappears under her short schoolgirl’s skirt and she lets out a gasping moan.

“That’s Vick and Meredith,” Ollie whispers in my ear. “They’ve been engaged for the last six months.”

“They’re engaged?” I don’t know why that surprises me, but it does. I guess I figured all this kinky stuff was just about sex. I didn’t expect it to fit into real, forever kind of relationships.

“They only play like this at the club,” he continues, his sweeping hands slipping farther up my thigh.

“I do some work with Meredith. She’s a big shot financial analyst. I’ve been to their home before for dinner parties and barbecues.

You would never know they’re into this if you only saw them in that setting.

” His hand slides a little further. “There’s no right or wrong way to do this,” he murmurs.

“Every couple gets to figure it out for themselves.”

His voice is so soothing, so matter of fact. He makes it all sound so easy. When I first walked into this room, I never could have imagined I’d be able to feel this calm.

But isn’t that what Ollie always does for me? Hasn’t he always been the person who can calm me down? Who makes me feel better? Who explains things, who teaches me, and never in a condescending way. Isn’t Ollie the person I always count on, the one who would never hesitate to help me?

He’s been taking care of me all this time, I realize. That part of him, the part he’s so nervously showing me right now, has been there all along. The protector. The care taker.

“Daddy,” I whisper, sounding it out. It feels strange on my tongue. Strange and…right.

He groans, low and loud, burying his face in my neck. I feel his entire body heave as he pulls in a deep exhale. Then he’s leaning back, staring down into my eyes with so much intensity in his gaze my breath catches. “Say it again.”

I don’t hesitate this time, and the word comes out clear and firm. “Daddy.”

His lips crash into mine, kissing me so hard my head spins.

His mouth is hot, greedy, demanding I open for him, his tongue tangling with mine.

I groan at the sensation, at the way his hand snakes up into my hair, tugging with just the right amount of pressure.

He’s controlling everything in this moment—the kiss, my body, my desire.

My very soul. And nothing has ever felt so good.

“I’ve wanted this,” he gasps against my panting mouth. “Wanted it for so long, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” I admit. “You have no idea, Ollie.”

He growls a little, biting my bottom lip until I cry out at the sting. “Daddy,” he corrects. “It sounds so fucking beautiful coming out of your mouth, babygirl. Don’t keep that gift away from me.”

I don’t think I could even if I tried. I don’t think there’s a single part of me I could keep from this man. He can have everything.

“I want more, Daddy,” I whisper, thrilling at the near tortured expression on his face as he registers that plea. “Please.”

I yelp as he suddenly stands, bringing me with him.

He readjusts me in his arms so he’s cradling me to his chest, bridal style.

It’s a good thing he’s holding me—I nearly swoon at his display of strength.

I love that he can lift me, carry me, move my body wherever he wants me with seemingly no effort.

My Daddy is big and strong, I think, then blush at my own dirty thoughts.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Somewhere more private,” he grunts. I hide my face in his neck, trying to get myself under control. It’s no use, though. I finally understand Oliver, my best friend. I finally know what he wants, what he needs. And I think I might just be able to give it to him.

If only I can be brave enough to let go.

A moment later he’s opening a nondescript door and carrying me into a pitch-dark side room.

The door slams shut behind us, drowning out the sounds of punishment, play, and pleasure from outside.

Oliver presses something on the wall and soft light fills the space.

I don’t even have a chance to look around before he’s tossing me down onto a sofa, making me squeal.

“Fuck, I like that noise,” he grumbles, moving quickly to take off his suit coat. “I wonder if that’s the noise you’ll make when I’m inside you.”

Holy. Shit.