Page 9 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

It’s crazy to think that just a few hours ago, Oliver and I were sitting in our usual booth at Hoops like it was any other night. Just a few hours ago I was wishing and praying that he might be attracted to me. And now we’re here, doing this, and it’s all so overwhelming I just might scream.

But then Ollie is sliding over me on the couch, pushing me into the cushions so I’m flat on my back. His mouth is on mine again, just as hungry and insistent, his hands sliding up over my thighs before coming to a stop on my hips.

“Is this really happening?” I whisper.

“Yes, babygirl. It really is.” He kisses me again before pulling back, staring deep into my eyes. “If you want it.”

“I do.”

He studies me. “But you’re nervous?”

I try to avert my eyes, feeling shy, but Oliver is having none of it. He presses a hand to my cheek, forcing my gaze back to him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I…I want it to be good for you. I don’t have a lot of experience and?—”

He grunts, pressing his lower body against my leg, and I can feel how hard he is. “That’s a good thing, babygirl,” he croons. “I like you innocent.”

My face flushes. “But what if…What if I’m not good at this? I’ve never…played like this before. I just?—”

“Hey,” he says, pressing a finger against my mouth to stop my babbling. “You don’t need to worry, Lilly. I’ve got you.” His eyes flare. “And I’m going to tell you exactly what to do.”

“You are?”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart. I need to be in control. I want to tell you what to do. Daddy wants to teach his girl.”

God, it’s so twisted. Should I be totally turned off by this entire situation? I’m not. Not even a little bit. In fact, my hips rise off the couch of their own accord, grinding into him, my aching center desperate for contact.

“You like that,” he murmurs. “Good girl.” He kisses me once, softly. “You trust me, baby?”

“I’ve always trusted you.”

He kisses me again, just as gentle, his lips barely brushing over mine. It’s the last bit of soft I’m going to get from him for a long time.

“Stand,” he orders, pulling me up from the couch.

He takes my hips, moving me into place in front of him while he settles back on the cushions.

He looks up at me, eyes dark. Then he reaches for the straps of my dress and tugs them down.

“This fucking dress,” he mutters, watching as my tits pop free of the fabric.

He groans. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra tonight. Damn it, Lilly.”

“It didn’t go with the dress.”

He glares at me. “You think this is allowed, sweetheart? You think Daddy wants you going out like this?” He grabs my hips, tugging me closer.

He’s tall enough that we’re nearly at eye level, even with him sitting, and he brings my face within inches of his.

“This skimpy little dress. These damn shoes. No bra. Do you have any idea how many men were looking at you? At the bar. At the restaurant. Here at the club. I wanted to beat the shit out of all of them.”

“I only wore it for you.”

He releases my hips and I nearly stumble without him to steady me. He leans into the back of the couch, gazing up at me, expression dark. “Dress all the way off.”

I slide it the rest of the way off with shaking fingers. Then I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my heels and panties, while my best friend sits there, fully clothed, watching me.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, eyes sweeping over my frame.

“I’ve imagined the way you would look so many times, sweetheart.

Gotten myself off to the fantasy more times than I can count.

” The idea of Ollie touching himself while thinking of me has me swaying on my feet again, and he grips the side of my thighs, steadying me.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. ”

His hands slide to my waist and he gives a tug, knocking me off balance. I yelp as he pulls me over his lap, ass in the air. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, babygirl,” he growls, running a hand over my panty-clad ass. “Daddy’s very angry.”

“Why?” I ask, trying to twist around to see him, to get my bearings, but he presses a hand into my lower back to keep me in place.

“You were a very bad girl,” he murmurs. “Tempting me all night. Making my dick hard.” His free hand slides from my ass over my legs, sending a shudder through me.

He grabs one heel, pulling it off and tossing it aside, before moving to the next.

“Wearing these damn shoes. Making everyone stare at your legs.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, and he chuckles darkly.

“You have no idea how sorry you’ll be.”

I’m not expecting the first slap, and I yelp when his hand comes down on my ass. “Ollie!”

“What did you call me?” he demands, his voice unlike anything I’ve heard from him. He’s utterly in control, dark and dangerous. And I’m at his mercy.

“Daddy,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

He laughs again, and then spanks me, hard. “Yes, you did. My babygirl wanted this. Wanted to be put over my lap.” Another spank. “You need me to help you remember how to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Oh my God,” I moan. It’s like a switch has been flipped. Oliver is no longer my over-protective best friend. He’s someone different now, filthy-mouthed and demanding. And I freaking love it.

“Let’s take these off,” he mutters, sliding my panties down.

A wave of nerves washes over me. He’s about to see me completely naked and I can’t help but tense up.

“Don’t do that,” he murmurs, his crooning voice at complete odds with the rough way he handles me as he pulls my thighs apart.

“Don’t hide yourself, baby. Let Daddy see what’s his. ”

“Yes,” I whisper, melting into the hard planes of his muscular thighs. “Whatever you want.”

“Good girl.” He spanks me again. “So good and sweet. Can’t wait to make you dirty, baby.” Before I can recover from the last sting, he spanks me again, harder. Then again. I squirm a little, and he makes a low appreciative noise. He must like that.

“You’re making me very hard,” he says conversationally, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Let’s see if you like this as much as I do.” Then two rough fingers are pushing between my legs, into my aching folds, and he curses. “You’re fucking soaked, Lilly.”

“I want you,” I cry, surprised by the sound of my voice. I’ve never heard myself so needy before. So absolutely desperate. “I want you so badly.”

“You want to come, baby?” he asks, plunging a finger deep inside me. I cry out and he lands another smack on my ass with his free hand. “Is your pussy achy? Does Daddy need to make it feel better?”

“Please,” I cry, and he thrusts that finger again. My entire body seems to shrink down to these two places where he’s touching me, where he’s dominating me—his finger in my center and the warm inches of skin where he’s been spanking me.

“So tight for me,” he mutters, working his finger harder, deeper. Another finger joins the first and I let out a scream. “So fucking tight and wet.” He spanks me. “Such a good girl.”

I have no idea why those words affect me so strongly, but they do.

I’m pretty sure I could come like this, just from his thrusting fingers and the filthy words tumbling from his mouth.

He hasn’t even touched my clit yet, and I never come from just penetration.

But this…Ollie has every nerve ending in my body screaming out for him and I’m not sure I can take much more.

He leans over me, his hot breath washing across my ear.

“Be a good girl and show Daddy how hard you can come.” His thumb presses against my clit and I go off, shouting and writhing on his lap while he continues to thrust his fingers deep and murmur soothing, sweet words of affection. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

I feel wrung out and boneless as he helps me sit up in his lap. He brushes some hair off my face, kissing my forehead, while I slump against him and try to reconstruct my brain.

“That was very good, baby,” he murmurs. “But I’m sure we can do better next time.”

There’s no way in hell I can do that again any time soon, but I don’t have the ability to formulate words at the moment, so I cuddle into him instead.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, sounding a little awed. “I never imagined you’d be like this.”

“Like what?” I croak out.

“Like this . So sweet and trusting. So obedient.” He kisses my head. “My perfect girl.”

“I want to make you happy.”

He hums, taking one of my hands. Just like at the restaurant, he presses my palm against his rigid length. “I want that too, baby. Can you be a good girl and make me happy now?”

A minute ago, I was sure I wasn’t capable of moving, let alone participating in any more kinky shenanigans.

But the second I touch Oliver, the second his deep, dark voice asks me to be a good girl, I light up inside.

I don’t just want to make him happy— I need it, like I need air.

I need to make him feel good, like he just did for me.

So I pull myself away from his neck and smile at him.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”